SIDE-AFFECTIONS - Mother and Son

Mother and son experience unexpected
results from an experimental depilatory

by Oediplex 8==3~

A cure for baldness. That's what my husband was working on, when he invented “Depil-X”. That is what he called the experimental depilatory that changed all our lives, my son and myself, and my husband the master of 'Follicle Follies' as the product came to be named. “Get your jollies with Follicle Follies”, so the slogan went, before it became illegal. But before that even, my louse of a spouse tried it on his offspring and his wife. He didn't exactly know what he was getting us all into. But he had to have Guinna pigs to see if it worked. It did, only too well, much better than he expected and with unexpected side-effects.

Now in the course of his research, to discover a cure for baldness, Dr. Dork, as I called the nerd I married, wanted to see how things made for hairlessness. So he came up with a two part depilatory, like a shampoo and conditioner; the first one took off the hair and the other soothed the skin while at the same time suppressing the follicles' growth. Apply both every other day, like if you were washing your hair. Only this kept you clean shaven. It had a sort of fruity smell added to cover the chemical odor. You could use the D-cream and after-lotion on your face or legs or for a bikini wax. That last was what created all the trouble.

You need both, otherwise you itched awful. But with both parts of the application, things went smooth, pun intended. In order to keep the project secret my husband enlisted his innocent family. When we were through with the trial period, there was no innocence left. Now my son had a very light beard, so that he didn't need it on his face. But we both had a certain genetic trait inherited from my mother. We were very hirsute in our genital area. That is where we were asked to apply the experimental topical. I tried it on my legs, but while it worked fine there, the real test of the pudding was making our middle sections as smooth as newborns.

The thing none of us realized until later, was that the combination of compounds in the two mixtures, when use together, created a certain itch of a different kind. That's what complicated the whole problem, it was my son and I using the product and nobody knew what was going to be the outcome, or make that out-cum. Because the immediate effect of using both products on one's genitalia was to make a person extremely horny for about thirty minutes. I understands that sounds like science fiction, but if you had read about Viagra fifty years ago it would have seemed just as fantastical and as much a foolish pipe dream.

Now of course, since it was being mixed up in the lab that my husband had behind the house, the amounts of each batch were limited. So I might have to borrow some of the first part of the two formulas from my son when I ran out, for instance. The thing is, like any time you get bald on your beaver, it is uncomfortable when it starts to grow back. So you try to sustain the hairless state to maintain that status quo and if you don't, then not only is it a problem for you – well, there is no sex when you are in 'sandpaper mode' as my kid puts it.

But this stuff was so easy to use, as easy as shampoo and conditioner, as I mentioned earlier, that it was no difficulty to keep the “silky as a baby's tush” feel down there in your underwear. Now I had noticed the side-effect of erotic stimulation, but chalked it up to just being extra smooth; the tactile sensation of pure skin making me self-conscious of the sexual nature of the area where I had applied the new formula to. My son had been unawares of the genital stimulation for two reasons; he was new to being hairless and attributed effect to the difference of less hair just as I had, and because at that age any rubbing of his balls etc. made him horny anyway. The degree of our lusty libidos released from the combined lotions was the thing that caught us unawares.

One day I had just finished showering. As I stepped out of the glass enclosure, there was a knock on my bathroom door, which is part of the master suite. “Mom! I need more part-two of Depil-X please.” came the plaint of my eighteen year old son. I told him to wait a minute, and wrapped a towel around me. Then I let him in and handed him the squeeze bottle with the after-lotion. “Thanks! I won't be a minute!” He snags the lotion, shucks his towel wrapped around his waist and pops into my shower stall, with a flash of buns. I have always had a thing for male buttocks, especially the tight athletic type, such as young men have. The youth in my bathroom had an exemplary set. I felt my nipples contract and not from the cool of the door opening and closing, thereby letting some of the steamy warm air escape.

I could see him slathering his crotch and nether parts with the white froth. (They put the pink coloring in later as a gimmick.) I of course was in the half hour window of the sexual side-effects that were working on my female anatomy, making things steamy down there as well. But at the moment I was unconscious of this, since I was a bit put out by my son's invasion of my privacy. “Throw me a fresh towel, ma!” he asked. Talk about cheeky! I had expected him to retreat to the other shower, down on his floor's level. Now he was requesting I provide a new towel, his old one lying damp on the carpeted floor at my feet. Couldn't he use that one again? More laundry for me to do, damn it!

“What if I don't?”

“Then I'll just have to come out in my birthday suit, like I did when I was small.” he threatened, in jest I was sure.

“Okay,” I said, calling his bluff, or buff as it were, “I've seen you naked and hairless from the day you were born anyway, so that is nothing new, being nude in front of your mother.”

“Ah!” exclaimed my soaked son, stepping out of the glass enclosure, dripping water on the floor, “But butt naked, and alone with my sexy nude mother as well, is quite another thing!”

“I'm not naked, I have a towe . . eek!” I squealed as he snatched the one I was wearing clean off me with one knavish tug at the knot!

“Not any more, thanks for the towel, mom!” and he began to dry himself with it.

“Hey, I'm your mother, damn it. Give me back my towel!” Instead of sensibly just getting another one from the rack, I began to pull the one he had grabbed from me and we had a mini tug-of-war for a few moments. In those few seconds I got to see him as he had been as a boy, way back when. He got to view me as a nubile female. I felt a little lubrication seep from my vagina and he was beginning to rise to an erection. “Let me see what you look like bald down there.” I said, and suddenly let go of the terrycloth. Perhaps my giving up and the salacious request threw him off, but he adjusted and let the fabric drop and stood still.

“Okay.” He replied. I could see he was drinking my form in fully, to lock in the memory of my charms in his brain. His penis continued to gain tumescence. I was squishy by now, myself. “Mom, when you use Depil-X do you ever get . .uh . . feel . . uh . .”

“Horny, Honey? Yeah, now that you mentioned it, I do sense a certain arousal, more than if I had shaved or done a bikini wax.”

He spoke enthusiastically, “I get really sensitive - in a good way, like when I haven't had any sexual release for quite a while, and I'm just dying to screw a girl or masturbate. To have a release of some sort for that sexual-itch, if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, yes I certainly do! Me too! I thought it was just because I was freshly hairless, but there is an extra special urge to stimulate my . . womanhood.”

“Would you like to do that now?” I looked at him a bit shocked at the lewd suggestion, I didn't intend to offer a demonstration! “Would you like me to do it?” And before I could utter a word of protest, he reached out and slid a finger in my slick slit and drew it up over the clitoris!

DAMN! That was a delicious sensation! I gave a visible shudder, as a frisson of sexual excitement ran through my nervous system. “Sweetie, Don't!” I protested, but I had no will power to stop him. It felt so very good and more erotic than anything had in quite a while. He must have sensed that it was getting to me. My closed eyes and gasp had to be a sign that he had touched me in a way that was more than a little pleasing, because he continued to stroke his digits in my most feminine spots. I couldn't help myself, I had a small orgasm right then and there!

Recognizing that he had accomplished this quickie carnal conquest, he held me in a full hug. His arms lending support to me as well as pressing my body to his, both of us without a swath of clothing on, but thank goodness he did as my knees buckled a bit from the beautiful climax he had delivered so deftly. I recovered rapidly and disengaged as soon as I got my equilibrium back. He let me loose reluctantly.

“That was a very naughty thing you just did. Don't tell your father about it, and don't try that stunt again!”

“But you liked it a lot, didn't you?”

“Obviously, but you are my son, and mother's are not supposed to mess around with their boys.”

“I'm not a boy any more, as you can see, and I diddled you. You're welcome to reciprocate though if you want to.”

I was tempted to play with his proud poker still standing straight. But I had calmed down from the crazy moment of lust and decided that discretion was the better part of virtue for the moment. But I did give a pull to his penis, as I repeated, “Mother's are not supposed to mess around with their boys. But thanks for the offer, and for the cum.” I continued, wanting to soften the refusal. Trying to not bruise his male ego, or alienate his affections. It wasn't like I wasn't tempted myself in the circumstances, so why should I make him feel guilty about what had happened. It was just one of those things, not planned and definitely not to be repeated. So I was thinking.

“Mom, I really do love you!” he exclaimed and gave me another hug and a big kiss on the lips. I could feel his hard-on against my abdomen. I did kiss him back, however I thought I had better retreat while I had my wits about me. I grabbed a fresh towel off the rack, as I should have done before and wrapping it around me as I exited the bathroom. “Go get dressed, before your father catches us. Forget this last half hour happened!” But of course neither of us could put the incident out of our minds. For some reason I was acting like I was part of a racy conspiracy, that was going to continue.


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