My mom, Mary's

Mary Doe
Age: 40
Status: Married with 2 children
Number of People Had Sex With: 1
Breast Size: DD
Has a massive impregnation fetish.

That one line of text still fascinates me. Several questions and perverted thoughts cross my mind at the same time, but I remain focused.

Time to run my test. Admittedly, the huge proclamation of her impregnation fetish colors my thoughts as I frame my test.

Mary believes that women are second to men and this applies first and foremost to the men in her family. She will not presume to be first or even equal amidst men and feels more comfortable following and serving rather than leading or demanding. She fetishizes her "place" and loves to be corrected or led to be better. She knows a firm hand is an expression of love for her.

I press enter. Phew. That's a bit more than a subtle test, but I can't shake the sexy thoughts that come to my mind now that I know her secret fetish. And it must really be a secret fetish or she'd have had more children. Poor woman must be repressed, possibly dissatisfied or even neglected. If this app works, maybe I can help her out with that.

Tucking the phone carefully into my pocket, I head back down the stairs towards the kitchen.

I see my mother sitting idly before a fresh bowl of cereal. The milk has already been poured and it looks like it will grow soggy before long but she's not eating. Dad, on the other hand, is casually munching on a slice of toast as he reads some news on his tablet.

Mom watches as Dad finishes the last bite on his plate and rises from the table. He gives her a peck on the cheek. "I'm off. Got plans with Hank."

"Oh. Okay, have fun," she replies, then picks up her spoon to eat. When she sees me enter the kitchen, however, she sets her spoon back down. "Honey! Did you eat already? Can I get you anything?"

Interesting. This could work as a test. "Yeah, I grabbed some cereal and ate in my room. Thanks."

She smiles. "Okay, good. My young man needs his nutrition." She takes a bite of her cereal and then reaches for another.

"Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, Mom, I am still hungry." I let the statement hang in the air.

The hand holding the spoon freezes halfway to her mouth. She waits for me to continue speaking. When I don't, she puts her spoon down with a small sigh and stands up. "What would you like? I'll make you something."

"Bacon and eggs would be great, thanks!"

Mom carries her unfinished bowl of cereal to the sink on her way to the fridge. "Of course, sweetie."

Very interesting. It seems Mom will not eat until I'm finished eating. Never seen that before. I guess that's a good test. But maybe I need to test something more... definitive.