Mod time.

"I've got an idea," Ross said. He disappeared into the living room and came back with the modifier script case.

"Oooh, I like it. What am I gonna be? Your needy little slut? A French maid?" she peered over his shoulder as he looked through the collection. Finally he settled on one and popped open the container. The moment she saw it, she fell back onto the bed with a stunned expression.

"Oh, wow," she said softly. "Huh."

"Yeah," Ross said with a wicked grin.

"Yeah," Madison repeated. Her jaw hung open as she stared at the ceiling with curiosity and wonder.

"Don't get it, do you?"

"No," she admitted. She looked at him with wide-eyed bewilderment. "I don't."

"It was a confusion script," Ross explained.

"Really? Huh." Madison pondered this deeply to no avail.

"Having a hard time following me? How does it feel?" Ross reached out and put his hand on her right breast as she spoke. She didn't react to the touch.

"Hmm?" Madison asked distractedly. "Oh, right. It feels, ummm... it's hard to explain."

"Try me."

She scrunched up her face adorably. He lifted her arms and began to take off her t-shirt. "Try me? What does that even mean? I don't get it."

After taking off her shirt, he patted her head with a condescending chuckle. "I kinda like you like this. It's funny."

She chuckled at that. "Funny, yeah. Uh, I don't know, though. What, uh, what are you even talking ab-"

He cut her off with an impromptu kiss. As he shoved his tongue in her mouth, her eyes widened and she grunted. He broke the kiss and she stared at him in shock.

"That was, uh, wow. It felt like... like a good thing feels. I think." She cocked her head quizzically. "I'm not sure."

"Take off your bra," he commanded. She stared at him blankly for several seconds before responding slowly.

"My... jar?" she asked as he unclasped it for her. She giggled slightly when it slid off and her soft breasts jiggled freely, her nipples hardening under his ceiling fan. "My bra?"

"Madison, can you even tell me your name?" Ross asked. He unzipped her pants and started to pull them off.

She furrowed her brow and thought. "My... name. My name, hm? I'm sorry, i don't understand what you're asking me. It's just... bubbles."

"Bubbles, huh?" Ross was rock hard by now and quickly undressed. He put his penis directly in front of her eyes. "Do you know what this is?"

Madison went cross-eyed looking at it. It seemed like the answer was on the tip of her tongue but she couldn't get it out. "Um... I just, it's like a car. It's not a car. It... you know, I don't know."

"Do you know what to do with it?"

She closed her eyes, thinking hard. Suddenly she opened them and kissed it lightly on the glans. Ross started laughing and after a second she joined him.

"That's... it's that," she said happily. "That's it. We, uh, we're done with it."

"I'm done with this," Ross said as he climbed on top of her. Her eyes widened as she felt his weight on her midsection, then widened more when his cock brushed her slit.

"Oh! Oh, my chair!" she said loudly. "Oh, that's... it's very, very- oh!"

She squeaked out more gibberish as he began to pump. He started slowly, moving in and out of Madison with the timing of an industrial machine. She was now ululating and gurgling quietly.

"Oh! I don't know, I don't!" she said. "It's just- ah! Man! It's something I want!"

"You are fucking crazy right now," Ross laughed as he picked up speed. "I love it."

"I love it," she repeated breathlessly. "I love it. I love- yes! I love it! I love it!"

Ross's arousal had been growing all day and he was quickly nearing a climax. As his tempo picked up and her gibberish devolved to inarticulate grunts, he began to sweat. A drop fell from is face and hit Madison's lips, where she licked it and grinned.

"Yum!" she said, voice ragged with arousal. "It is!"

"Oh my God, I'm coming!" Ross shouted as he rammed into Madison a final time. She made a strange croaking sound before shutting her eyes and moaning. He shot his seed directly into her and collapsed on top of her with a deep moan. She stared at the ceiling with wild, uncomprehending eyes as he caught his breath.

"So," he asked her, "how was confused sex?"

She stared at him, mouth agape, and thought about the question. After about fifteen seconds went by, she finally responded.

"What?"