you arrive back at home after a day of studying at the cottage only to see your mother waiting patiently for you "How was your day my handsome husband?" For the past few days you have dealt with your mothers amnesia but you are unsure how to feel. You want to get her help but the virgin part of you wants you to play along...after all, you have been masturbating to her ever since she started exercising and lost 60 pounds.

"Well, come here then." She opens her arms and pulls you in for a hug, kissing your neck lightly as she does so "I'm glad you had a good day, I missed my husband."

"Oh you'll love it. I made your favorite, spaghetti with meatballs." She beams at you as she says this, not realizing how strange the situation is "Go change into something comfortable while I finish cooking alright? You don't want to get sauce all over that nice shirt of yours."

You enter the kitchen and see your mother humming to herself as she stirs the spaghetti sauce on the stove. She looks over her shoulder at you with a smile. "There's my wonderful husband, come here and give me a kiss." She leans forward, expecting you to oblige

As she kisses you on the cheek, your mother pulls away with a smirk. "I think my husband would like to help more than just give me kisses." She giggles and leans against you, pressing her breast lightly into your arm. "Why don't you sit down at the table? I won't be long."

"Oh my..." your mother whispers as she notices the bulge in your pants. "My husband must really want me." She winks and walks over to you, unconsciously rubbing her lower back against your crotch as she sits down across from you at the table.

*She blushes and looks down at the table. "Sorry." She takes a deep breath and finally answers your earlier question. "What's for dinner is spaghetti with meatballs, as I said before." Then she giggles nervously and adds, "But you already knew that...right?"

"Thank you," she says with a pleased smile. "I'm glad you like it." She takes another bite and chews slowly, gazing at you across the table. The way you look at her...she can feel herself getting wet again. It's been so long since she felt this desired, wanted. And to think, it's all because of her memory loss.

"So," she says after swallowing, "what would my handsome husband like to do tonight?"

She smiles sweetly and leans forward, resting her chin on one hand. "Are you sure? I'd love to do something special for my husband tonight." Her voice is soft, almost teasing, and she runs a finger slowly up your arm.

She tilts her head to the side, considering your response. "Well...why don't we take a bath together? I could soak my aching muscles and you can help me relax." Her gaze drops to your crotch again as she says this, noticing how aroused you are getting by just the mention of being alone with her in the bath.

"Oh, my dear husband..." She reaches across the table and takes your hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. "I'd love that. Just the two of us, relaxing together." Her eyes shine with excitement as she thinks about the possibility of being alone with you like this. "And who knows? Maybe we could find other ways to help each other feel better too." She winks suggestively and squeezes your hand again before letting it go.

"

"Oh, you are such a thoughtful husband," she coos, standing up and gathering her dirty dishes to take them to the sink. "I'll just be in the bathroom for a little while, okay? You can come find me when you're finished cleaning." With one last flirtatious wink, she disappears down the hall toward the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts...and your raging hard-on.

Your heart is pounding as you approach the bathroom door, hesitating before finally pushing it open. There's a soft glow coming from inside and the scent of her sweet, feminine perfume fills your senses. The tub is steaming, with bubbles rising to the surface...and there she sits, her back arched as she soaks in the water, her arms resting languidly on either side of the tub.

Her fingers dig into your arm as she roughly pulls you toward her, her face contorted with anger and fear. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hisses, splashing water at you in an attempt to get you closer. "Get out of here!" She tries to push you away from her but you don't budge, your lust overpowering any sense of right or wrong.

"Get out!" she screams, her voice shrill with panic as she finally manages to push you away from her. You stumble backward, landing hard on the floor with a painful thud. "What is wrong with you?" She starts to cry, covering her face with her hands as if she can't believe what just happened. "You're not my husband!" Her body shakes violently as she sobs uncontrollably, water sloshing over the side of the tub and onto the floor around her.

The sobs coming from the bathroom lessen as you retreat, leaving you to wonder what exactly happened just now and how you should proceed. Part of you wants to help your mother through this latest episode, while another part is still reeling from the desire she unknowingly stirred up in you. Do you try to comfort her or do you leave her alone?

You lie down on the bed and close your eyes, trying to ignore the wet footprints leading from the bathroom. After what feels like an eternity, you finally hear her approach; soft, shaky steps coming closer until they stop beside the bed. "I'm sorry for yelling at you." Her voice is quiet, barely a whisper. "It's just...these episodes scare me sometimes."

She hesitates before continuing. "You know I love you, right? No matter what happens?"

"I do," she whispers, her eyes squeezed shut as tears begin to flow down her cheeks again. "It's just so hard sometimes, not remembering...not knowing." Her voice trails off and she presses herself closer against you, seeking comfort in your presence even if she doesn't realize it.

"I'll get you some dry clothes," you say gently, pulling away from her to give her some space.

Your heart skips a beat as she reveals the sexy nightwear, her hands shaking slightly as she holds it up for you to see. "Do you like it?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought...I mean, I wanted to look nice for us." Her cheeks flush red and she averts her eyes, suddenly self-conscious about her choice of attire.

"It looks great," you manage to say, your own words sounding breathless. "

"Really?" she asks hopefully, perking up a bit at your compliment. "You think so? It's...it's just something I found online and thought it might be nice..." Her voice trails off, her thoughts elsewhere as she stares down at the outfit in her hands.

"It looks amazing on you," you insist, trying to reassure her. "You should definitely wear it."