More erOS Learnings

Dinner is a painfully normal affair. I convince Mom to take tomorrow off to... recuperate, but the entire time my mind is spinning, my fingers itching to cup her beautiful breasts again.

After scarfing down the food, I run straight up, lock the door and headed back into the video.

Immediately, the window opened back up, to the same scene- the guy sat between Madeline and Anastasia.

"So, you tested it out? How'd it go?" He paused after asking, as if this was some Dora episode.

"erOS has no cooldown time, range limit and there are very few limits to this program. This video will detail all sorts of things you can do. However, we recommend that you watch in sections, and regularly test out everything you learn." He said.

"Now, the next major alteration that erOS can process is behavioural and memory changes. We'll start with behavioural ones." He said.

He pointed his phone at Anastasia and placed her on standby mode.

"Anastasia, you feel extremely hot in the house, and prefer to move around in the nude when not in the presence of guests." He said. He clicked her off standby mode, and suddenly Anastasia stood up.

"Whew, itz sooo hot!" She gasped. She promptly ripped off her clothing until she was standing in all her naked glory. She let out a contented sigh before flopping back on the couch.

"However, changing behaviours isn't always this easy. If your target isn't too averse to the topic, or if it isn't a completely radical change, all should go smoothly. However, if it's a drastic change, and something your character is averse too, there might be a few bumps in the coding. If you plan to make drastic changes, have you computer near you. It's just going to be like ironing out a few bugs." He said, smiling.

"One more thing. Notice I added the 'when not in the presence of guests' part. If you fail to add that, your target will enact these behaviours in from of people who've known her for a long time and this will lead to... annoying consequences. However, if you really want to do this, you can do it in our next teaching session, where I teach you how to alter memories." He said, before smiling and mouthing 'have fun!' The screen once again shut off.

Suddenly, once again as if on cue I heard a loud rapping on my door.

"Jasper! Open the door! It doesn't take you this long to change!"

I quickly shut my computer and opened my door, to my Mom's exasperated face.

"Listen, I know you're a big boy and want your privacy..."

"No, I'm sorry. I forgot." I quickly cut her off, trying to ogle at her breasts. My phone once again began to feel heavier in my pocket.

"Just came to check if you're ready for your first day of college tomorrow!" She asked cheerfully. I smiled on the outside but facepalmed on the inside!. Shit! In the excitement of erOS, I had completely forgotten!

"Oh, no, yeah. No. I, I... remebered. Just... still have to pack my bag." I answered uncertainly, scratching the back of my neck. Mom could tell something was off.

"I-I'm just nervous." I blurted out before she could ask. She smiled, and placed her hands on my shoulders.

"I still remember when you were a baby boy on your first day to daycare." She said, her voice catching slightly. My eyes softened.

"Anyway!" She suddenly said, shaking out of her memory trance, and taking her soft hands off my shouldersn

"I'll let you get prepared." She said, before turning around. Before she was out of sight, I whipped my phone out and placed her in standby mode. She stopped moving abruptly.

"Okay... Mom, you always feel pretty hot in the house, and when you're not in the presence of guests you prefer to be... well, to not wear much." I said, before I could even think about it. A part of me was sorely tempted to say naked but... something about that just felt weird, seeing my Mom completely naked every morning.

The next morning...

The next morning did not disappoint. I woke up fast, and went through my morning routine pretty normally, before the scent of fresh Pancakes, Hashbrowns and sizzling Bacon wafted up my nose. It appeared my Mother had cooked up a feast.

In my excitement for my first day of College, I'd completely forgotten about what happened last night. So I was pleasantly shocked when I walked in the kitchen to find my Mother flipping Pancakes clad in nothing but a an apron saying 'KISS THE COOK' and racy, hot pink lace lingerie.

"Good morning son! Ready for your big day?" She asked brightly, as if everything was PERFECTLY normal... which to her, I suppose it was?

"Uhm, y-yeah. Yep, totally." I muttered, trying valiantly not to stare to obviously at the visible outline of her nipped beneath the apron. Was she not wearing a bra?

Breakfast was a... distracting affair, to say the least. Whenever Mom went back to the stove to check on a batch of Hashbrowns or whatever, her perfect ass was on full display.

"Chop chop young man! We need to leave soon! I'm dropping Benjamin at the Community College and then you and Zahara off at Philip Sheridan, right?" She asked. I nodded through a mouthful of pancake.

Yeah, me and Rumps were in different colleges. Around here, there were only two options for the average person. There was the Community College, which is where most of my cohort chose to go, or the Philip Sheridan College, which is a half hour drive away. Probably worth it, considering it's reasonably reputed... at least in the district. State might be pushing it.

Of course, we had a few overachievers. I'm pretty sure we had a Quarterback get into Georgia Tech and a Linesman get into LSU, but they were never going to the NFL, just play one or two sleeper games and tell their grandkids they played NCAA Football.

I, of course, knew that I probably could've gotten into MIT, or at the very least UPENN- some of the mor reputed CompSci programmes in the country... but I didn't have the heart to leave Mom all alone. And besides, I don't think I could survive without her.

Within minutes Mom had bundled me into Melissa, our Chevy Cruze. She picked up Zahara first who surprisingly didn't slip her headphones one and actually engaged in conversation with Mom and then Benji, who rode shotgun.

10 minutes into the ride, Zahara gestured to my Phone. I frowned, seeing her... message me?

have u seen the way rumps is ogling at ur mom. its disgusting.

I frowned at her, before paying attention to Rumps.

Incredibly, Zahara was correct. Mom had switched the lingerie for a Philip Sheridan shirt that still hugged her figure quite nicely, and Rumps was evidently capitalising on that. His eyes were unabashedly glued to her bosom, and you could even see his fingers twitch in excitement whenever we went over a speed bump and my Mom's breasts jiggled slightly...

Suddenly, another ping came from my phone.

dont u start looking at ur mama too

I blushed my mouth opening and closing before realizing it was futile. I looked up at Zahara, and to my shock saw a brief smirk play across her face before she turned her head to the window. She looked... uncharacteristically pretty when she smiled.

Finally, Rumps was dropped off. He waved Mom a far more enthusiastic goodbye tha he gave me and Zahara, gave her breasts one last longing look before going to Community College.

"Finally. I was getting tired of him ogling at my tits." Mom muttered. I shot up straight and spluttered.

"W-what?!" I yelped. Mom surprisingly threw her head back and laughed.

"Oh please Jasper. I was a MODEL. I got those looks ALL the time." Mom drawled. Zahara's eyes widened in surprise.

"Mrs. Cohen... you were a model?" She asks, incredulous. I had never seen her look so... curious about something.

"What, you don't think I had the looks?" Mom laughed. I blushed even harder.

"N-no! Not at all I just... damn, Mrs C. You're pretty cool." Zahara said, as if coming to a major realisation. Mom threw her head back and let out a proper guffaw. I couldn't remember the last time she laughed so freely.

"You don't find it... weird or anything?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, you teen boys have some... primal urges. I respect that." Mom giggled. I blushed even harder, but a thought creeped into my head. Would she respect... my primal urges.

Unconsciously, I turned to Zahara. Her eyebrow was raised- like a sexier, tamer version of the Rock's raised eyebrow meme. Like she knew exactly what I was thinking. I blushed and turned away.

The rest of the ride involved me and Zahara listening to Mom reminisce about her time at Philip Sheridan. Somehow, in that short time, I learnt more about Mom than I think I ever knew. Apparently she was Water Polo captain??

But finally, the inevitable came. My Mother pulled up outside the imposing Gen. Philip Sheridan College Campus. Slowly, me and Zahara got out. Everywhere we looked, kids just like us, wearing similar clothing, similar hand gestures, similar language. It was incredible.

"The first look of College is always the third best." Mom said, standing next to us.

"What's the best look and second best look, Mrs C?" Zahara asked.

"The last one, and the one 20 years later." My Mom said, a hint of emotion cracking through her voice. She suddenly hugged me tight, and I felt ages of love, compassion, affection and her incredibly fit tits press against my torso. Sorry, I had to.

"Bye baby." She whispered, coping my face. After a long goodbye, she finally got back in Melissa and after a long, long look drove off, leaving me and Zahara at the front step of the next chapter in our lives. I looked at her, opened my mouth to say something but she cut me off.

"Nope, Nuh-uh. We aren't doing some shitty fan-fiction thing where you say something super corny and cinematic like 'Ready for the next chapter of our lives?' Before we walk in hand-in-hand and a perfect gust of breeze blows through my hair and Disney camera closes up on us, Nope. Nuh-uh." And with that, she spun on her heel and paced up the stone steps.

Fighting a smile, I hurried and followed in suit. Somehow, a perfect gust of wind managed to catch her, and toss her incredible brown locks into the air.