Subject 7: Mom, Step One

As you kept scanning over the files your eyes kept going back to one in particular. "No!" You mutter to yourself. "No, that's just fucked up." You rip your eyes away from it.

Who to play with...who to play with... Subject Two, definitely Subject Two. Your eyes wander on their own to Subject Seven once more.

'What is wrong with me?' You think.

You couldn't get it out of your head. Perhaps it was the inhibition eroding ****, perhaps something else, but the fact you own mother was here under your power caused everything else to fade into the background. You must have read those words 'Jocasta Complex' in her file a hundred times at this point. It just couldn't be true.

Finally you decide. You'd play with her a bit, maybe some teasing to get it out of your system, then you'd move on. You put on your headset and, after using a program to alter your voice slightly, announce to the entire facility. "Subject Seven, please report to the meeting room."

She was in the common room and you were listening in. You hear the others say. "Don't do it!" and "Who does he think he is ordering you like that?"

You knew your mom wasn't a troublemaker though. She says. "Don't worry guys. Let me go see what this is about. Maybe I can talk to him." The others grumble as she makes her way out.

Within a few moments you see her enter the meeting room. You look at her through the one way mirror wall. Switching your hearing and mic to only the meeting room you say. "Please close the door Number Seven."

She hesitates but follows the command. With a click of the mouse you lock the door. She hears the lock activate and looks toward the mirror nervously.

"Approach the mirror." You say.

She does so. She was a bigger woman but she wore her weight well. She had big wide hips a fat round ass and a huge bust. Despite her weight she still had a chunky hourglass figure. She filled out her jumpsuit very well. She had shoulder length brown hair and faded blue eyes. You knew that in her day she had been quite a looker, Dad had been a lucky guy to snag her.

She addresses you. "Ummm...Number Eight? I'm glad we can finally talk."

You decide to bluff her. "Number Eight was taken from here Ma'am. He was going too far. I am one of the organization's psychologists, I will be watching over you now."

She lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank goodness. I'm happy you are here sir. That Number Eight was out of control. Did you know he would turn off the hot water in the middle of my shower?"

"Yes Ma'am. We are well aware of his transgressions." You state. "But you haven't been summoned to talk about him."

"Oh, I'm sorry. What did you want to see me about?" She was much more relaxed knowing she was talking to a neutral psychiatric professional.

"I want to talk about you. You and your family." You say. You get up from the desk and approach the glass wall. You are only a few feet from your mother. Her eyes search the mirror looking for any signs of movement or anything else. She can only see the reflection of course.

"Oh! Um...okay. Could you come out here so we can talk face to face. It would be so much nicer."

"No Ma'am. It is against the rules for you to see me." You reply.

"Oh, okay then. Mr...um..." She turns a chair around and sits, facing the mirror.

"Just call me Controller please."

"Yes sir. Go ahead Controller." She says politely. She crosses her legs and waits patiently.