Fountain of Youth Ch. 04: Purpose
***
As his mother sprinted to the restroom Jeremy felt a strong surge of annoyance. He hadn't given her permission to leave! He considered following her and dragging her back to the bed but once the horrible sounds reached him it seemed better to wait.
He would teach her of course. For 19 years she had been in charge, it would take an adjustment period to come to terms with being his toy. She would have to understand though, he was the reason she had this new youth, as well as the reason she had become so animalistically horny. She owed him and he owned her body and soul as long as she wanted...
Jeremy's thoughts rambled on like that for several more minutes, justifying the new order he meant to establish and how it was only right because he was the source of this minor miracle. Eventually however the more sexual and violent images of the last few hours began to replay in a less positive light in his head, driving out the insane reasoning for why he deserved to be in charge. For why his mother should just accept it. The manic ravings slowed to a trickle and as if he suddenly awoke from a hallucinatory fever, a fresh line of thought came into his head.
I just choked my mother and called her a whore! What the hell is wrong with me? Jeremy thought to himself.
It had been shocking to walk in on his mother as she masturbated, and with her newly young appearance he could understand being somewhat aroused, but what was with the whole S&M thing? Sure he had some mildly kinky fantasies about girls he went to school with, but nothing anywhere close to that. Heck, most of the knots he had learned as part of a school project.
He had washed her skin off at her request, but then it was like he lost his mind! His mother's breasts had surprised him and they had been pretty tempting as she lay there so dazed, but then without warning he had felt so... Powerful? Dominant? So much like a creepy movie villain?
Jeremy was suddenly uncomfortable sitting on his mother's bed and being in her bedroom. Still hearing awful noises from the other room, he quietly sneaked into the kitchen. The panic didn't really subside though. Once his mother got out of the bathroom he was sure she was going to kill him, and he deserved it. He had been a monster. Horny, sure, understandable. But to treat his mother that way, he just couldn't explain it.
One minute he was wiping her skin with a damp cloth and the next he was playing with her breasts and searching for her g-spot as the smell of cheap body wash and damp pussy wafted through the room. Wait a minute... the smell! The room, still humid from the shower had smelled like sex and the body wash. But maybe there was an underlying smell similar musk that came from his own semen? Obviously that had never effected him like this before. Maybe it was the smell of his mother? Like he had said, she was almost going through a second puberty at an accelerated pace. What if her super charged pheromones had been responsible for his sudden depravity?
In retrospect, Jeremy realized he had been aroused a lot lately. He had marked it up to the odd knowledge that his mother was spreading his cum on her skin on a regular basis. Perverted as that was, that thought had dominated more than a few of his fantasies, and it had seemed a likely reason for being a little on edge. Diffused throughout the house in a more subtle way before his mother's use of the body wash, maybe her scent had been covertly making him hornier for weeks.
Dramatically boosting how much of his semen was in his mom, had that enhanced the effect on him? It was a big leap, but his instincts had been pretty accurate so far, and he was reaching the limits of the sloppy scientific methods he had been trying to use. Now that his mother and he were no longer in the same room he was feeling more normal. Was that because he was no longer inhaling a concentrated dose of his mother's pheromones? Just a short time ago he had felt strong and invulnerable but now his doubts were crashing down onto him.
***
After thoroughly brushing her teeth Abby stepped from the bathroom into the bedroom. It was a relief to see her son wasn't waiting for her. She knew she would need to face Jeremy soon. Everything was moving so quickly though, she was glad for more time to gather her thoughts.
Obviously Jeremy knew more about the secret ingredient of the cream and body wash than he had let on or he wouldn't have been able to give her that drop on his fingertip. Before today she would have threatened to ground him or take away his XBox until he told her the truth, but after what had happened that seemed unlikely to work.
One way or another she was determined to secure a reliable supply of this, whatever it is, chemical, ingredient, magic. She knew it could be dangerous, but the rewards were too big to ignore. She could, and despite the foul taste probably would, try ingesting small of amounts the cream and body wash, but even if that worked she would run out eventually until she knew where to find more herself.
As she thought about her situation Abby dressed. She didn't have much that would fit anymore. Bras, underwear, both were far too large to be usable now. Instead she put on an old tank top she had never thrown away despite previously being too small and a t-shirt on top of that. For pants she just used some sweat pant shorts with the drawstring pulled tight. She would go shopping tomorrow.
Clearly Abby didn't know her son as well as she thought. She would never have suspected he would hide something this important from her, but more than that she had not suspected his sexual urges had ranged so far towards dominance and submission. If someone had asked her yesterday she would have sworn he was a virgin, but that didn't match up with the man who had smiled over her as he tore orgasm after orgasm out of her.
Hey! None of that! She stopped her train of thought as soon as she felt the tingling warmth between legs spike. Her son's sexual desires weren't the only surprise of the day. She had never had any interest in being tied up or being submissive in the past but today she had definitely felt a spark every time her son had made her feel helpless.
Maybe there was something to Jeremy's theory about her new youth effecting her like accelerated puberty. The idea matched her experience with the smaller doses of whatever this fountain of youth was and clearly she had gotten out of hand today. In the future she would have to be more careful.
Once dressed Abby knew she should go out and confront she son, but she couldn't work up the courage. She went back into the bathroom. Leaning in close to the mirror she closely examined her face. Her skin was perfect, far better than when she really was young. There were no clusters of acne, not an oily patch in sight. It was all surrealistically perfect. Her hair looked shiny and strong, the gray hairs were still there, but now instead of being wiry and coarse they looked as healthy as the rest, perfect silver strands.
"Damn, whatever this stuff is it is worth a fortune!" She said to the face in the mirror.
Maybe that would be a way to appeal to Jeremy? She wasn't going to give this miracle up. Even if she had to make it clear to her son that what he had done was unacceptable, he was apparently her her best source for the moment. She made enough with her design work for them to get by, but there were plenty of luxuries they had to do without. If Jeremy knew a reliable source maybe they could make enough to improve things a little. A new car for Jeremy. Maybe enough to get him started in college? She wouldn't be mad at some extra money to do some home repairs she had been putting off. She had done some web design, she was sure she could do an online store where they could sell lotions and soaps. Obviously they would have to be very dilute versions of what she had used, otherwise the "side effects" would be too noticeable. Even one third or one half the strength of the first version she used would be better than anything else on the market.
It was a good plan. Redirect the conversation from WHAT had happened today to WHY. Whatever was in the lotion and body-wash was clearly dangerous when used the wrong way, but with a little care it could be a godsend. Maybe together they could find a way to make it safe and turn a profit at the same time. It was a good plan. They couldn't completely ignore what happened, but they could focus on making sure it didn't happen again while finding a way to turn whatever this was into a positive force in their lives.
***
Jeremy sat at the kitchen table drinking a glass of water, dreading the coming confrontation with his mother so much he failed to hear the floor creak as she moved through the hallway.
"Jeremy we need to talk." His mother's voice almost caused him to throw his water in the air.
"Mom! I know things got a little..." Jeremy turned as he spoke, ready to put up the 'the body-wash made me do' defense he had been practicing in his head. However, as soon as he actually focused on her his mouth simply froze.
"Yes, they did get out of hand, but we can talk about that later. Right now I want you to level with me. Just what the hell did you give me and where did you get it young man?" His mother's anger was clear from her tone of her voice, but Jeremy was having trouble tracking the words as he looked at the face they came out of.
Even with her recent "treatments" Jeremy's mother had mostly looked like his mother until today. She had lost some weight and patches of her skin had looked more youthful, but not much more than could be achieved with a good diet and a bad face-lift as far as he could tell. When he had charged into her room her appearance had changed more dramatically, looking maybe 28 or so. Immediately after he had dropped his semen on her tongue, the last bits of patchiness had disappeared but she had still looked like a woman in her later twenties, reasonably attractive, a bit chubby, with relatively small but superb breasts. That had seemed impressive at the time, but the woman, no, the girl, before him now barely resembled the person who raised him.
"Mom? You..." Jeremy looked up and down his mother's body trying to comprehend what he was seeing.
"Later Jeremy, stick to the question. What is it? Where did you get it?" The voice definitely was his mother's.
"I, or well, I made it, the stuff. So that is why, it wasn't, I didn't get it from someone." He heard himself, but couldn't seem to control the rambling.
"You. You made it? You got a c+ in chemistry, and you made something and then tested it on ME? Are you out of your mind? You could have killed me!"
"No! It didn't work! It was in the lotion and it didn't do anything, and you took it and it did." Jeremy felt the lie forming as he spoke. He would stick as close to the truth as possible without revealing the true secret of ingredient X. "It is totally organic, there is nothing dangerous in it."
"Nothing dangerous? What the hell do you think just happened to me? Did you hear me in there? I thought I was going to die. I almost wanted to die. I have never been that sick. No one should ever be that sick. I must have puked a gallon in there. And I did waaay more than puke, young man."
Jeremy knew that was true, in the last half hour his mother had clearly lost at least 40 or 50 pounds, which should have been impossible, not that any of this should be possible.
"But you're OK. I mean you've lost a lot of weight, and you look fine. I mean you look great and you seem alright." She looked really great. The picture of health actually.
"I love you Jeremy, but you are an idiot. I agree, I look...fine. Other than being pretty thirsty I even feel fine. But obviously this stuff has side-effects, that we will talk about later, so it is not safe and you need to tell me how you are making it."
"I can't, I mean I don't have a reliable formula and I destroyed what I had already while you were getting sick. I didn't want, what happened, to happen again and you were sick so and I was worried. So it's gone."
"You, destroyed, it?" Abby said slowly.
"Yeah, like you said, it is dangerous. It made you super sick, and I think it may have made me, act...differently? I mean earlier, when before you got sick. I wasn't myself."
"We will talk about that later, Jeremy. But for now I need you to go and write down everything you did to make this stuff. Your heart was in the right place destroying it, but we need to think. As dangerous as it may be, your invention clearly has some potential." His mother touched her face as she finished the sentence.
"I don't know if I can Mom. It wasn't very organized, I didn't really measure much or anything." Plus I make it by jerking off, so I don't really want to write that down, Jeremy didn't say.
"Just do the best you can, Jeremy. It's important. We took things too far maybe, but as long as I just used the lotion it worked great. Imagine all the good it could do."
"I'm confused. You look younger than me but, there were PROBLEMS. We can't have that happen again, to you or to other people."
"Jeremy, I look and feel almost 30 years younger because of your invention. I know women who would kill for something that worked half this well. Heck, I know men who would do worse. Obviously there are some bumps to workout, but this could be really important. For us and for everyone."
"But how can we test it? It doesn't work on me so it may not work with men. Testing on you is, well it hasn't been good. We aren't some giant company, we don't have labs and stuff."
"Everything was fine until we went overboard, so I don't think the testing will be too hard. Don't think you are off the hook by the way young man. You will still have to make up for, uh, everything you did. But I think we can find a way to make this work, leave that to me. I still have a little cream and some body wash. You just concentrate on getting a new batch made and take notes this time." As his mother spoke she opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a gallon bottle of water. "We will discuss your punishment later, but for right now, I think I need liquids and a nap, and frankly, I don't want you here for a while. Come home about 8 tonight and we will talk, but I need a little time."
***
"No Deb, don't come over. I think I may have a cold. I will have Jeremy drop it off. Remember to follow the directions I emailed you exactly. It took us a while to find the people that make it and they were very specific, if you break the rules you are out of the trial immediately. Thanks honey, I know you will love this stuff! I'll talk to you soon."
After drinking all of her water, and sleeping hard for about 3 hours Abby climbed out of bed noting a complete lack of aches or pains. Her ribs should have felt like she'd been used as a punching bag as sick as she had been, but she couldn't remember ever feeling better. A plan was already forming in her head for testing whatever this stuff her son created. Step one was to see if it worked the same way on everyone. Her friend Debbie had seen the effect the first batches of cream had, so she had been eager when Abby had asked if she wanted to try a small sample.
She knew she should be searching the internet for a pharmaceutical company to give this formula to. It could be the cure for cancer, maybe the secret of immortality, but turning it over would bring a lot of attention. Abby loved her son, but he struggled for that C+ in chemistry. Governments and multinational corporations would want something this valuable to be under tight control and if Jeremy could make it, it couldn't be that hard. She had seen enough conspiracy theory videos on youtube to be suspicious of how many independent inventors have come to harm just as they were about to be millionaires. Of course there was also the personal motive, Abby had no plans to go without this formula again. She liked being young, energetic and healthy again and had no plans to give it up. In the future she might make that part of any deal she made to a company or government, but for now she was keeping a tight lid on this.
Jeremy would be home in a couple of hours, Abby had some thinking to do.
***
Once his mother kicked him out of the house, Jeremy wasn't sure what to do. He was still more than a little freaked out, hungry, tired, and worst of all, horny. The only thing on that list he could do anything about was hunger, so Jeremy started walking.
The Corner Char was an old fashioned burger joint about half a mile from the house. The walk and cool air helped Jeremy feel a little more in control but he tried to avoid thinking about the last few hours. Someone bundled in ragged clothing crouched at the corner of the alley entrance next to the restaurant with a sign that said "Homeless and dying, please help". Homeless people weren't uncommon in this part of town, but mostly they had signs that said things like "Why lie? I want a beer" or "Veteran down on their luck". Claims of eminent death weren't often seen. Jeremy began to make a wide swing around the ragged figure when they turned their eyes up to look down the street. Upon seeing the face's profile he realized he knew the person.
"Lilly? Lilly Dagman?"
The young woman seemed surprised to be spoken to. As she turned to face Jeremy he could see her skin and the whites of her eyes were sallow and yellowed. Her claim of dying might not be an exaggeration.
"Jeremy Lerner, we had Mrs. Dorner for History freshman year? We built that papier mache pyramid for our team project?"
Lilly's eyes widened. "Oh! Hey, Jeremy it's been a while. What have you been up to?" She stood as she spoke, trying to casually flip her sign on its face as she did so. Her clothes were a little ragged, and she was wearing several layers but her hair was clean and despite the unhealthy pallor she didn't look dirty. She even attempted a polite smile as if he had just run into her at the mall instead of begging on a street corner.
"I'm just doing classes at the technical school, working some odd jobs. I guess you haven't... I mean you aren't... working much?" What do you say when someone you know is homeless?
"Not really, I've had some health problems... makes it hard."
"Have you had lunch? I'm starving and I was going to grab something at the Char, why don't you join me? My treat."
"That's really nice of you Jeremy, but you don't need to do that." Lilly cast her eyes down toward the ground and looked as if she were trying to disappear.
"Come on, you did most of the work on the pyramid, I owe you. If anyone asks I promise not to say it was a date."
"What's that supposed to mean?" The young woman's face hardened.
"What? I just mean, you know, so no one would think you were dating a ... I mean I wasn't one of the guys people wanted to date in school."
Surprise flickered across Lilly's expression "Oh, no I mean you can just say we ran into each other or something. You don't need to buy me lunch. I should go."
Lilly started to look around, as if she may have possessions other than the sign to gather. She gave Jeremy a sidelong glance as she reached for the cardboard rectangle. "It was nice seeing you Jeremy, take care of yourself."
In an uncharacteristically bold move Jeremy stepped close and used his hand to prevent the fragile looking young woman from bending down further. "Seriously Lilly, you would be doing me a favor. I've had a weird day and could use the company. Plus I do owe you for the pyramid."
"They smell good."
Jeremy smiled. "They do don't they? Best cheeseburgers in the city if you ask me. Help a guy out Lilly."r"
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