Eat quickly and go help out.

I decide to play with the settings later. I throw on some loose gym shorts and a old t-shirt, eat a bowl of cereal, and head outside.

"Took you long enough!" she said, motioning to the passenger side door. "Do me a favor and clean the inside of the windows while I finish up on the outside, dear."

"Okay," I reply, crawling across the front seat of the car. I spray the inside of the window with some window cleaner and commence to wiping it down. Mom hoses off the windshield and douses it in suds, wiping it with a rag. I go about my business wiping down the windshield, but as I turn to grab the spraybottle and start on the driver's side window, my jaw hits the floor. Mom is scrubbing the roof, her breasts smooshed against the window, lightly dotted with suds and very wet. My cock stirs against my will. I shake it off and return to wiping windows.

I finish at about the same time she finishes rinsing the car. I crawl out as she dumps the bucket of soapy water into the driveway. She wipes her brow and picks the hose back up. "It sure is hot today..." she mutters. She gently squeezes the handle, misting herself from head to toe with water. I stop and stare as once again, my cock pulses with life. She shakes her head, droplets of water falling from her hair almost in slow motion.

"Matt, baby, could you... oh..." she starts, her eyes trailing down my unremarkable visage. I glance down just to... oh shit. My cock is rock hard, plainly evident in the loose gym shorts. She blushes, her eyes lingering for a long moment on the tent caused by my boner.

"I-I'm sorry!" I stutter, covering my erection and rushing upstairs. My erection doesn't want to calm down this time. For a long moment I just feel embarrassed. She's my mother! I shouldn't find her so... exciting. I had been wrestling with this for far longer than today; even back on Earth, when I was just starting to notice girls, I noticed my mother was... especially attractive, but I always felt so weird for thinking so. I look at the macbook. ToolBench is still running. I remember the note Uncle Matt left me. Androids. Everyone but me is an android. In this place, nothing I did would have any repercussions. So maybe... maybe it's okay-

A knock. "Come in," I say.

Mom steps in, changed into some lacy red underwear. "Matt?" she says. "I wanted to talk about earlier. I noticed... I mean... you were clearly... excited. Is there anything you want to... get off your chest?"