Get it off your chest.

I stay silent for a moment. This has been bugging me for years, this taboo attraction to my own mother. And android or not, that's what she is - my mother. I see the MacBook out of the corner of my eye, ToolBench still active. This is a world of my own, where there are no real consequences. I take in a deep breath, deciding that since I have nothing to fear from coming clean, I may as well.

"I think you're hot, mom," I blurt out.

Her eyes widen. "Oh, honey, I..."

"Ever since I was ten or so I was looking at you, your body. Fantasizing. I've masturbated to thoughts of you more than any other one woman, and I always felt so dirty and conflicted afterwards. But I couldn't stop." She looks at me, eyes wandering up and down my body with parental concern and empathy, obviously noticing I'm still hard. "Normally I could keep it under control, but you, today, in that lingerie, washing the car... it was too much. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," she says. "I didn't know I had that... that effect on you, sweetheart. I know it's not really my fault either, but I still feel a little guilty putting you through that..." We grow quiet for a moment. I don't know what to say. Mom seems to be deep in thought. "It's not fair how much turmoil you're in over this. There must be something I can do... like..."

My jaw goes lax for a moment as I mutter a reply, "Like... what?" My heart pounds. I know where she's going with this and I can hardly believe it's happening.

"Well, the taboo is causing you a lot of grief. What if... what if we made it..." She reaches over and lays her hand on mine. "What if we made it... not so taboo?"