Testing the Mind Patch (MILF)

I was back in the living room with my phone in my right hand and the ‘Mind’ patch in my left. This was the moment of no return, and I was hesitant to give in to my temptations. I looked down at the patch to give it a final inspection. It looked so harmless, like a small purple fabric that was slightly larger than a band-aid and had a brain symbol on it in a darker shade of purple. I took one final sigh of resignation, turned on the app so I’d be ready to make a quick decision, and followed Rebecca into her bedroom. The bedroom was dark, but light shone from the bathroom, so I walked over there to join her.

The older woman was alone in the large bathroom clad only in a basic white bra that was too small for her enlarged tits and a green and white thong that vanished in between her wider and fatter cheeks. She was standing in front of the mirror over the sink and inspecting every angle of her body with a stunned look of awe and excitement. As Rebecca saw me enter the room and freeze up in the mirror, she turned around to look at me. It was equally amazing and eerie to see Rebecca as an older version of herself. The lines in her face and body weren’t pronounced yet, but they provided a clear symbolism for the experience this 40-year-old body held within.

“I can’t believe how well this worked! I almost look like my mom!” Rebecca exclaimed. She turned her body around to look at me, resting her wider hips upon the sink.

I just stood there slack jawed and probably pretty stupid looking. I’d watched plenty of porn of MILF’s and had fantasies of my own of being with an older woman. {ass_first_name) laughed at my awestruck expression and did an exaggerated walk away toward me before draping her arms over my shoulders.

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” she asked with a foxy grin on her face. She knew what she was doing and goddamn my dick was hard.

I decided to flirt back. “Why don’t you reach in and check for yourself?” I asked with a wink of my own.

Rebecca scrunched up her nose in mock disgust, but I could tell she was excited by the offer. One of her arms dropped down and gave me a playful slap on the rear in reply. I laughed and flicked her slightly saggy breast, causing it to break free of its prison and flop down. There was a momentary pause where I was worried I’d pushed too far, but then we both broke into laughs and stepped away from each other. Rebecca turned away from me and stuffed her breast back into the too-small bra.

I moved quickly, stepping behind her and placing the patch on the bare middle of her back. Rebecca felt me put something on her back and gasped, immediately reaching for whatever might be there but not quite being able to reach it. “What the hell did you put on my back?” She was starting to panic because she knew the answer already even if she didn’t want to believe it.

Rebecca didn’t have long to panic though. The moment I put the patch on her skin and saw it stick on, I opened the app and hit Load Profile. The screen filled with a 2D representation of her brain with a series of familiar looking menus below it. The brain was colorful with hues of red and blue and yellow spread out in a colorful and artistic mess, but the color purple seemed to be spreading from a spot in the middle that I recognized to be the amygdala. I scrolled down quickly and saw purple stood for fear and it was growing fast.

Next to the mostly purple diagram of her brain was a small button with a microphone symbol on it. Not knowing what did anything and scrambling for a quick fix, I hit the button and said “Stop!”, almost willing the fear to stop spreading. The fear spiked, entirely filling the brain with the purple of color, but Rebecca had stopped reaching for the patch on her back. She stood looking at me through the mirror with a terrified look that let me know she was fully aware what had happened.

“You didn’t…” she started with a quiet voice as her eyes filled with scared tears.

I found the microphone button once more and tapped it. “You don’t know the patch is there and you’re not afraid any longer.” Oh god, I hope this works.

Rebecca turned around to look at me, but her eyes blinked in confusion. She wiped the tears from her eyes and sniffled as she looked at the damp spots on her hands.

“Why… Why was I...” She looked incredibly shaken. I decided to test the waters.

“Are… are you okay Rebecca?”

The older woman looked up to me and started to break into a grin. “You must’ve startled me! Wow, I was so afraid for some reason.” She sniffled once more and turned back around to look at her new reflection again. “Knock next time, won’t ya?”

Holy shit, it worked. She’d completely forgotten why she’d been so afraid in the first place and forgot about the patch I’d placed on her back. The purple brain on the app was starting to fade back into the colorful mismatch it had been before, further proving my theory. So, the ‘Mind’ patch did exactly what I thought it would….

I stepped out of the bathroom and back into the dark bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking over the available menus. The menus for the ‘Body’ patch were mostly self-explanatory, but the ones for the ‘Mind’ patch worked a bit differently. The Emotion menu allowed me to change individual emotions using sliders. The Personality menu had submenus like “Assertiveness” or “Creativity” and, most interesting to me, “Fetishes”. The Language menu gave me the power to change her native language, give her an accent, and had a whole section on animals too.

The Identity menu was the last one and was different. Rather than having a bunch of submenus, it had what was almost like a search bar and that was it. Well, the only way I was going to find out more about this option was to test it out, so I typed in Cougar Mom and hit Search. A popup dialog box appeared on screen that said:

Identity Found. Modify memories?

No Yes

I hit Yes because it would probably make the mental changes easier for her. The popup box went away as a loading wheel appeared below the search bar. After a minute of loading, the wheel turned to a purple check mark, and I hit the Apply button as I held my breath.

I’m not sure what I expected, but I was surprised with how quiet it was after I applied the change. After a few minutes of silence from the bathroom, I stood up to check on Rebecca and make sure I didn’t accidentally kill her or something. As I made my way, she appeared in the bathroom’s frame with a confused expression.

“Rebecca?” I asked, stopping in my tracks.

“What… What am I doing here?” She looked around the room with clearly unfamiliar with her surroundings.

“Are you… are you feeling okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just a bit confused, I think.” The older woman walked past me and sat on the edge of her bed; a perplexed expression still spread across her face. “I know who you are and what not, I just don’t remember why I’m here. Why would I leave little Ricky alone?”

Ricky? Who was Ricky? Suddenly I realized she must have memories now of being a mother to a child apparently named Ricky. “You remember signing up to be my assistant, right?”

“Well yeah, it was better pay than the secretary position they originally offered,” she said with a scoff. Rebecca looked over to me hoping for an answer of some kind. “Why would I leave my child alone to be here, though?”

I looked down at my phone and opened the menu for Personality. I quickly found the Gullibility part and slid the slider for it all the way. Hopefully this would help her to wrap her head around things.

“Don’t you remember?” I asked, looking up from the phone. “Ricky’s all grown up. He’s got an apartment and a girlfriend and everything. At least, that’s what you told me.”

Rebecca thought this over and then visibly relaxed. “Wow, I must’ve had a real mind cramp to forget about moving him into college! Wow, how the time flies.”

I chuckled, amazed that my ploy was actually working! “Yeah, we had quite a bit to drink with the movie. Maybe you’re just having some minor memory issues tonight.”

Rebecca laughed and laid back against the bed, clearly acting a bit more drunk than she’d just been a second before. She hiccuped before saying, “part of getting older I suppose!”

I laid down next to her, testing the waters and surprised when my test wasn’t rebuffed. In fact, she nestled right up next to me and held on like I was a large body pillow. My dick was rock hard laying down next to her, and I couldn’t believe my luck. I could say anything I wanted to her right now, and she’d fall for it easily. The question was….