Genius Floridus
Copyright© 2018 by DDMarshall
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Dr. Doris VonHarnard is thirty-nine when her son Ted realizes her frustration and the hurt his mother feels in her inability to have a meaningful relationship with a man. Dr. VonHarnard never dated or even had a crush on a boy through her teenage years. It wasn’t until the age of twenty that she had her first sexual experience. A drunken one-night stand. Can Ted and his friend Bill help her to blossom and become the woman men desire?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Masturbation Oral Sex
Living with my mom, Dr. Doris VonHarnard is a real trip. She has an IQ of 164 and works as a research scientist at a government lab that will not even put its name on the building. It’s commonly known around town as 69 Baldwin Street. I have dropped her off for work several times, and the same guard always checked her ID. He would call ahead to announce her arrival. Then and only then would he unlock the gate to let her in the compound. I don’t even want to think about what the security was like to get into the building and then her lab.
Yes, my mom is the quintessential nerd. Coal-black hair cut short so she would not have to fuss with it. Black-rimmed glasses to correct her near-sightedness. She often wore mismatched clothes and only had one style of shoes in her closet, a very practical style, of course.
Me? Well, my IQ is 146, not nearly in the same stratosphere as Mom’s. She is thin and about five feet seven inches. I am stocky and five feet eleven and a half inches. I think she looks refined in a nerdy sort of way, and I look like I need my nose straightened. With no father around and us looking so different, I used to think I was adopted. When I was twelve, I got up the nerve to ask Mom.
In her no-nonsense, here are the facts way, she told me, “When I received my first Ph.D ... I went to a party and became intoxicated. A man named Teddy had his way with me, and he is your father, and I am your birth mother.” That satisfied my curiosity, and I was proud to be named Theodore after my dad. A few days later, it occurred to me. Mom never gave me his last name. I asked her about it, and she said was, “I really don’t know, dear,” and went right back to reading her scientific journal.
I went to my room, lay on my twin bed with my hands behind my head, and crossed my ankles. I thought about the fact that I was a bastard and my mother did not know my father’s last name from a drunken one-night stand. It did not bother me one bit. I knew Mom loved me and would do anything within reason for me. Many of the kids at the school I went to said their dads were not around, so what was the big deal?
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