1. Genius Floridus (Part 1 of 3)


    Date: 9/23/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Incest, Older, Author: DDMarshall5285, Source: sexstories.com

    Genius Floridus 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 simply know around town as 69 Baldwin Street. I have dropped her off for work a few times and the same guard always checked her ID. He would call ahead to announce her arrival 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 to get in the building and then her lab. Yes, 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 she only has 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. Mom is thin and about five feet seven inches, I am stocky and five feet eleven and a half inches. I think mom 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 asked mom, “Am I adopted?” In her no nonsense, here are the facts way, she told me, “When I graduated with my first PhD I went to a party and got drunk and a man named Teddy had his way with me and he is your daddy 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 him a last name. I asked her about it and all she said was, “I really don’t know, dear” and went right back to reading her scientific journal. I went up to my room and laid on my twin bed with my hands behind my head and my ankles crossed. I thought about the fact that I was a bastard and mom did not know her son’s 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. A lot of the kids at the school I went to said their dads were not around so what was the big deal? I’m eighteen now and just completed my freshman year of college. Mom only let me skip ninth grade. She had some reasoning about me staying close to my age group. Mom skipped three grades and got her first PhD at age twenty. Mom and I get along just fine. I have a built-in tutor, a decent allowance, a late model Corvette and Netflix. By the time I turned fifteen she was relying on me for mundane tasks such as car maintenance, and home repairs, activities that just seemed to elude her or maybe just bored her. She let me drive her car when she went shopping as soon as I was tall enough to reach the pedals. Mom gave me privileges, not based on my age, but when she thought I was responsible enough to handle them. When I was sixteen and had my license for a couple of months I was driving her to work in her brand new Volvo. I got cocky and laid some rubber at the intersection just ...
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