*I come home from school, put my backpack down, walk down the hallway, and notice that my mother is sitting in the living room, reading a book. When I enter the living room, I have images in my head again, instead of seeing her dressed, my brain automatically undresses her, what's wrong with me? I look in her direction, I rub my eyes, and her normal image of my mother dressed in a regular low-cut tanktop and leggings comes back to me. It seems like a regular outfit, but it turns me on. I look, and all I can say is...*