The Mom Experiment 5

After succumbing to the effects of the T-Virus, Jo, Robin, Claire, and Amanda struggle to cope with the aftermath of the incestuous acts they were driven to commit. But when they meet, dark secrets are revealed, and they realize the seeds of taboo lust already existed in not only their sons, but them as well, leaving them questioning was it the drug, their own unspoken desires, or both?

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“Your turn, Jo,” Claire gestured. “I think Robin needs a minute.”

“All jokes aside, I’m as boring as you think I am. Just that towel incident.”

“No,” Claire disagreed. “There’s more.”

“Like what?”

“When you were running down all the checkmarks to these cases, you weren’t seeing you and Alex hit every spot.” Claire went down the list.

“Divorced, husband abandoned you. You mope around alone. Alex becoming man of the house by helping, working, looking out for you, and he’s not dating either.”

“Date nights.” Amanda mentioned. “Reality is you were closer to this happening without the shot than anyone else.”

“Yeah,” Jo sighed. “You're right, but there's something else.”

She looked down at her notes.

“Something else. I think this thing played with memory.”

“How so?” Robin had regained her composure.

“When I mentioned the towel incident to Alex, he claimed I didn’t pull it up as quickly as I thought, and I swear I was now seeing it his way. I waited and watched him watch me.”

“The time I kissed Zack!” Robin snapped her fingers. “I started seeing it that I enjoyed it more than I should have. It seemed so real; I doubted my own recollection of it since it happened.”

Robin looked to Claire, who nodded.

“I thought back on when I found out the boys were masturbating into my things and recalled being flattered. Liking that my sons thought of me and saw myself as doing the wrong thing by not talking to them.”

“It may have avoided this you mean?” Jo asked.

“No, as in I should have let them have me. Kept thinking they were wasting what should have been mine. It was so lurid, like a taboo fever dream and feeling like I let them down by allowing some young tart to be their first sex when it should have been me.”

“Same here,” Jo added. “I was saying things that are straight out of those movies. Calling myself a mommy slut, talking about draining my son dry.”

“Jeez, TMI,” Robin grimaced “But me too.”

“No idea where it came from. I’m not even a dirty talker unless I’m drunk, let alone that nasty mom dialogue. I don’t understand how the shot could alter my behavior to that degree."

“It stripped every inhibition away,” Claire suggested. “Raw, primal, animal lust.”

“I get it, if it was random dirty talk.” Jo argued. “But like Claire said, this “A mother should be her boy’s lover,” schtick. How can it create that?”

“Because we were talking about it during your pitch. You’ve been studying it for months, then you got us thinking about it, including what happened with us and our kids, so there was something to feed on.”

Robin had spoken slowly, her eyes narrowed. “You read a horror novel you have nightmares. Have amazing sex, or watch porn, you’ll have wet dreams. Talk taboo and take a shot to enhance the sex drive and you were looking to tease for a reaction. You were in the mode so to speak.”

“God,” Jo leaned over the table and put her head in her hands. “This really is my fault; I not only came up with the shot but put the trigger in your minds.”

“That’s just a guess, Jo,” Claire told her. “There has to be more there.”

“Right,” Robin agreed. “I feel like there’s an explanation, but it’s eluding us.”

“I know what it is.” They all looked at Amanda and Jo was surprised to see tears in her eyes. “And it's because you’re all wrong about something.

“It’s not Jo’s fault this happened. It’s mine.”