The things Jon and his father did over the hour-and-a-half that they spent in the master bedroom burned into Jon's memory as his mother led him down the hallway to his own room. He would have liked to say that his body had gone into autopilot, that he was not in control, but the fact was that he had been so horny by the time his mother closed the door behind him he dove into the experience.
Sure, he couldn't take credit for everything. All those sexual positions, all the lust that was pouring through him for his father, all the kinky ideas to stimulate the older man came from somewhere, but step by step it had been his own initiation that led him to orgasm after glorious orgasm.
There just wasn't enough bleach in the world to clean his mind of the experience.
Jon felt fine as he swayed down the hallway, his mother beside him holding his hand, but he worried that the horniness would return. Would he be able to show some self control in the future? If the intensity matched what he experienced that day, he wasn't sure he would.
The door to his room was ajar, and it shocked Jon to see that it was exactly the same as it had been earlier that day. Same magazines, same posters, same clothes. There was no trace that this sexed-up version of his mother lived there.
"Honey, thank-you so much for that. You'll never know how much I'm able to get done because of your help." Jon's mother reached up and pinched him on the cheek.
Confused, Jon spoke his mind. "Uh, okay."
The elder, non-sexed-up mother reached into her pocked and pulled out a little remote, like one that would unlock the doors on a car. "Now hold still." She pointed it at Jon and pressed the button.
Jon's skin tingled for a moment, then found himself back in his own body once again, wearing, thank God, his own clothes. Jon's mother placed the remote back in her pocket and smiled.
"Best investment we ever made!" She sounded happy as she turned and walked out of the room. Jon, however, curled up on his bed and tried not to cry.
