Subject 7: Mom, Step Two

You start the interview. "Would you say you had a healthy relationship with your close family?"

She nods. "Oh yes. We are all very close." You see her trying to calm herself and settle into the seat for a prolonged psychiatric session.

"Your husband? Everything going well there?"

She hesitates just a second. "Oh yes. He's wonderful."

You press her. "Number Seven, please be as truthful as possible. This is for science. You're identity will not be associated with this data. Please tell the truth."

She looks to the side nervously. "Yes...of course. I guess I really should...okay." She clears her throat. "My relationship with my husband is...um...strained. Solid but strained. I still love him dearly."

"Why is is strained Number Seven?"

She swallows, obviously uncomfortable talking about it. "Well...you know. Things get a little, um, dull after a while. He's a good man though. I love him."

"Yes, I understand you love him. Why are things dull Number Eight? Details please."

"Umm...you know. We get into a daily routine and..."

You decide to cut through the chafe. "How are things with your husband sexually Number Seven?"

She straightens up in her chair and blushes furiously, she puts her hand to her mouth. "I don't really think that's any of your business!"

"We are paying you very well for this experiment Number Seven. We require complete and detailed honesty to get the most from this data. I am not here to judge you Number Seven, but you must answer my questions."

She settles back into her chair. "Yes sir." She says meekly. "I'm sorry. I'll answer."

"How are things with your husband sexually?"

"Um...not good." She sighs as she admits it out loud for probably the first time. "He...um...he's not as young as he used to be you understand."

"You desire a younger man?"

"I didn't say that..."

"Are you cheating on him Number Seven?"

"No! Absolutely not!" She snaps indignantly. You believed her.

"But you desire a younger man."

She is quiet.

"Number Seven, if you aren't going to cooperate we might have to void our agreement. Like we did with Number Eight."

"Wait!" She looks at the mirror. "Don't...okay, okay. Just give me a second Controller."

"Number Seven..."

"Yes." She admits. "I desire a younger man" Her eyes dip to the floor. "Someone more...virile, more responsive."

"I see here you have a son."

Her eyes widen in horror. "What does that have anything to do with this?"

"I was simply stating a fact Number Seven. You seem very defensive. Is there a connection between these two subjects?"

She blushes once more. "No! Of course not. I misunderstood is all."

"You reacted quite forcefully just then. Are you sure there is no connection between your sexual desire for a younger man and your son?"

"No! I'm not comfortable with this line of questions sir."

You are quiet a long moment. Allowing her to squirm in her chair. "Number Seven...if you're not going to tell the truth..."

She lets out a funny little whimper sound. "Sir...what do you want me to say?"

"Just the truth Number Seven. I only want the truth. I am not here to pass judgement, I am here for facts." You were having a hard time ignoring your growing member inside your pants.

She lets out a frustrated sigh. "Okay. Yes. I find my son...sexually desirable... You bastard." She turns back toward the table and covers her face.

"Number Seven." You say patiently. "In my work I run across this a lot. It is a surprisingly common desire, especially among women your age."

She looks over her shoulder at you. "It is?"

"Yes Ma'am. It is not common knowledge but upward of sixty percent of Americans have these desires. A quarter of the country have actually acted upon them. If there is no pregnancy there is no harm. Consenting adults and all that. It's America's dirty little secret." You were of course making this all up. You had started this interview to tease her and have a laugh, but now you didn't know where this was leading yourself. You were feeling some pretty strong temptations.

"Really?" She turns back toward the mirror.

"Yes Number Seven. Now, for the last time, may we continue without the interuptions?"

She takes a deep breath, she lets it out loudly. "Yes sir."

"When did you first notice this sexual attraction to your son?"

She grips the chair and takes another deep breath. "Well...he was a good looking boy. Strong, handsome, like his father was. But...um...there was an incident." You lean toward the glass slightly, watching your mother's expression. Your attention completely focused on what she was about to say. She continues. "Just before he moved away to college. His father and I had suspected he was smoking pot in the house. It was against the rules so I decided to try to catch him in the act. I didn't tell anyone...but I...hid a camcorder in his room...when I knew he would only be home for a few hours." She shifts uncomfortably.

"Go on."

"He...um...he ended up...you know...masturbating." Her deep rosy blush spreads through her whole face. "He masturbated...the camera had the perfect view."

She hid a camera in your room back then? You had no idea. You press onward. "You liked that?"

She nods.

"Please speak the answer Number Eight."

"Yes. I liked it. I liked it a lot." She continues unprompted. "He was...young, slim. A man in his prime. And he...er...he was different than his father. Down there I mean."

"Details please ma'am."

Her eyes start darting around. You see she is starting to sweat a bit and her breathing was picking up. "Oh...details. He...um...was harder, shaped different, bigger. He was bigger than his dad."

"And this interested you?" You knew this of course from being in the locker room with your Dad.

"Well...yes. I was only ever with his father you see, we married straight out of high school. I had never seen another erect penis before. I started to...wonder. Wonder what it would feel like. But then..." She tries to fan her face with her hand. "Could you turn the heat down Controller?"

"Very well Number Seven. Please continue." You turn the heat up a few degrees instead.

"Well...once I started thinking about that. It wasn't so much the size. You see I'd never really thought about my son that way before. Once I did...I couldn't stop thinking about it. Thinking about him got me excited. It's been so difficult since then, when I see him." She is pressing her thighs hard together. "I watched that tape so many times. I kept it hidden from everyone."

"You would...masturbate to this tape?" You were now hard as a rock, causing the jump suit to bow out in a tent.

"Yes controller. Yes I would. I wish I still had it. It eventually wore out." She squirms in her chair. "I...wanted so bad...to feel it... I think about him almost everyday."

You decide to really push your luck. "Number Seven. This is unorthodox...but I would like you to undress and, well, I'd like you to pleasure yourself. Replicating past actions can put you in touch with deeper feelings and knowledge. I'd like to explore this subject with you more in depth."

You couldn't believe your ears when you hear her say. "Yes Controller."