R&D a.k.a. Research and Dinner

After being bewildered in the kitchen where I literally jerked off onto my mother’s dress, I trudged back upstairs not even grabbing the pants I had removed. Something was terribly unusual with my mother and I turned to the bastion of truth and knowledge known as the internet to determine what that was. I sat there at my desk with my computer screen the only illumination on my room, I go through multiple articles and websites about theories of mind.

“Interesting”, I say to no one in particular as I read about concepts like face blindness where your brain literally cannot process faces, they are a blank canvas and the tricks that people use to recognise those closest to them. I continue searching mumbling to myself as I go finding a lot of interesting psychological nuances but nothing exactly what I’m looking for.

I eventually find an article about Capgras Syndrome where people closest to them have been replaced by identical duplicates. It occurs as the part of the brain the process visual stimulus has become disconnected from that which processes emotional responses thus they cannot have an emotional response to a face. This leads me down the rabbit hole of finding other brain disconnects. For example could someone visually recognise everything happening in front of them but not link it to anything sexual, I seemed to have living, breathing proof of just that.

Armed with nothing more than an overinflated sense of knowledge, a mix of pop culture psychology and some guess work I stride downstairs ready to put this to the test. I have since removed the rest of my clothing and on the way down flick the switch on the air-conditioner ready to have some dinner with my mother.

I can smell the meal as I enter the dining room and it seems that I was a bit more hungry than I thought as I feel my stomach growling in anticipation. Mum sets down the pot of pasta on the table and ladles out some generous portions.

“Here you go, I hope you’re hungry.”

Well it doesn’t seem like she’s noticed me literally sitting down here completely naked, so that’s a plus.

“I am, thanks mum. By the way, did you like my new outfit? It’s been hot so I thought I’d just wear nothing around the house tonight.”

Mum looks over at me and looks up and down, “You look pretty good in that, I could never pull off something like that.”

My eyes widened at what my mother had just said, she had no problem with me being naked and didn’t think she’d look good in the same thing? From where I was sitting I think she’d look fantastic in what I was wearing. The rest of the meal is just a normal dinner for the two of us, we eat, we chat about our day, you know apart from the fact that I’m butt naked casually chatting with my mother. Throughout the meal I can feel the room getting warmer thanks to switching off the air-conditioner and I watch as it affects my mother too. She fans herself with a napkin.

“Oh boy, it’s hot in here today, I could have sworn I had the air-conditioner turned on”, she takes the napkin and literally dabs some sweat from her brow.

“I was sweating before because I noticed that the air-con wasn’t working, that’s why I changed into this.”

We are about half way through the meal when my mother stands up.

“Ughh, I can’t take the heat any longer, I’m going to have to strip off my top and let myself breathe.”

Just like that, she unbuttons her top and tosses it over the back of one of the chairs then sits back down with just her bra covering her tits. My eyes just about bulge out of my head at the sight of it all and I can feel my cock start to harden.

“So Chase, I’ve noticed you’ve been talking about that girl Sarah from school with your friends more, have you talked to HER yet?”

“Have you been listening to me on the phone mum?”

“Well, it’s hard not to overhear sometimes.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure she’s not interested in me, she’s got a boyfriend.”

“Oh well, that’s no good, you’ll find a girl you like that likes you back someday.”

“I’m sure I will, there is another girl I’m interested in, I’ve known her for a while but have just started seeing her in a new light recently.”

“Oh really, do tell, is it someone I know?”

“You do know her, she’s beautiful, has been there for me a lot in the past, but she is older than me.”

“An older woman huh? Is it Mrs. Jenkins from across the street?”

“Mum, she’s like 80 years old. It is definitely not her.”

She just laughs back at me and I can see some sweat coming together in the cleavage of her bra and dripping through down the front of her abdomen. This distracts me until my mother breaks me from the spell.

“Are you done with your plate Chase?”

“Oh yeah, just finished.”

My mother stands up, leaning over to grab my plate, her own and the cutlery we used to take to the kitchen sink which she fills with some water and cleaning liquid. I just sit back watching his mother scrubbing some pots and pans, rinsing them off and setting them aside to dry. The way her hands move expertly over the dishes, the way the water droplets dance on her skin and clothes and the determination on her face all paint a beautiful picture.

I stand up and again build some confidence before taking the few steps forward.

“Hey mum, I noticed that you’re getting a bit wet, your clothes I mean are getting wet, here let me grab this for you.”

I grab at the clasp on the back of her bra and snap it off, then without letting her think grab the zip on the side of her skirt and undo it as well, letting the article of clothing fall to the floor. She steps out of her skirt and goes back to work washing the dishes with no danger to her clothes.

“Thank you honey, that’s thoughtful of you.”

I return to my seat and watch her work, getting glimpses of side boob and she moves from side to side and seeing her butt cheeks dance around her last remaining item of cloth, her panties. Out of nowhere my mother looks like she is dancing along to some invisible song that is playing.

“Are you dancing while doing the dishes mum?”

“Oh yeah, I always dance when I do the dishes, it makes it more fun and helps burn some calories at the same time. You should try it sometime.”

“I think I’ll leave that to you and just watch you bounce around, you’re much better at it than I am.”

Before too long she is finished with the dishes and turns around, this is the first time that I am seeing her tits in all their glory and boy are they magnificent.

“I think I’m going to need to dry off because I got wet anyway.”

I stand up again and give her a hug, her tits squashing into my chest and my dick damn near exploding after it rubs against her panties.

“What was that for?”

“I just wanted to thank you for being a great mum and all.”

“Well okay then, I still feel a little bad for scolding you before but I do still love you.”

I give her butt a quick squeeze as she turns and leaves for the bathroom, taking a seat in the lounge room waiting for her to return. I was now positive that something in my mother's brain was wired wrong and I was determined to find out to what extent.