Richard was totally pleased during the ride home, clutching the trophy he had won in the science fair. At 18 years of age he was already the talk of the town and several universities had approached him to think of attending their schools after he graduated high school at the end of the year. His exhibit showing how the behavior of frogs could be controlled by emitting a radio frequency that was tuned to their DNA's electrical signature had astonished everyone, most especially the judges. Little did they know the application that Richard had in mind for his invention, though.
He smiled as he thought of how proud his parents had been. Mr. and Mrs. Perfect, he thought. Mr. and Mrs. Beautiful Couple. Mr. and Mrs. Rich and Successful. And he had impressed them and made them proud of him. He knew the teasing he took from his teammates on the tennis team had been worth it, and he couldn't wait to see their faces when he showed them his trophy. Just because he had won the state tennis title didn't mean that he didn't take his studies seriously.
John and Sara Forge were bursting with pride in their son. Already taller than John, Richard was destined to be every bit as handsome as his father. His muscular frame and grace of movement always attracted people to him. The fact that he was very handsome didn't hurt either. He wore his blonde hair long, tied back in a pony tail that hung halfway down his back. Sara marveled that she had produced such a beautiful child, now almost a man. She had been a cover girl at the age of 16 and had continued to grace the covers of magazines ever since. She knew she looked to be in her early to mid-20s rather than her actual age of 36. And she worked hard to maintain that, with workouts and trainers daily. John, too, was in superb shape, being financially comfortable enough to be able to indulge himself in himself.
After a wonderful celebratory dinner at Richard's favorite restaurant, Señor Pedro's, they headed home, the excitement barely worn off the achievement of the day.
"So, what will you do now to keep your mind busy?" John asked.
"Oh, I still have some tweaking to do with it," Richard replied. "I'd like to see what practical applications it might have."
"I think you should patent your idea," John said. "It might be very important and you need to protect yourself from unscrupulous people."
"I already thought of that," Richard said. "I've had the papers filled out for over a month. I was just waiting to see how it went at the science fair."
"Good for you," John said with a laugh. "You let us know if there's anything we can do to help you."
"I will. I promise," Richard said.
The next morning on his way to school, Richard stopped by his mother's dressing table and collected the hair from her hairbrush. Once at school, he couldn't wait for science class to start so he could use the equipment. Finally the time arrived and Richard quickly went to the DNA separator and put one of his mother's hairs into it. In several minutes he had extracted several strands of viable DNA from the follicle. Isolating it, he then took it to the frequency analyzer, carefully adjusting it and then double checking to make sure he had done it correctly. When he was certain, Richard activated the analyzer and slowly began turning the dials, watching the oscilloscope to see when he had found the correct frequency.
Suddenly, there it was. The lines all took that form which was so familiar to Richard by now and he realized that he had the information he needed. Writing down the numbers on the display, Richard put the remaining hair into a vial in case he needed to rerun the test. When the school day finally ended, and there was no end to the congratulations he received, he hurried home, eager to begin the modifications that he had planned.
A couple of hours later he sat up, stretching his back and putting the soldering iron down. He had changed the frequency setting and had added several additional filters and switches to his original control. Now the only thing was to test it and see if all of his study and theorization would bear any results.
He heard his mother calling him to dinner, so he put the control down on his work table and went to eat. He could barely contain himself at dinner, talking with his parents, watching his mother as she talked and served both he and his father.
Richard thought his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. In fact, he knew it. He also knew that his father constantly had girlfriends on the side. His mother hid it well, but he knew that she was bothered by this. He had seen a few of his father's girlfriends and they all had one thing in common: They weren't like his mother. They all dressed much more provocatively and were very openly affectionate towards his father. Richard couldn't remember the last time he had caught his parents kissing, really kissing, not just a good-bye or goodnight kiss.
Well, he hoped to change all of that. If his idea worked, his father would have his hands full and wouldn't need any more girlfriends and they could be a truly happy family again. He wanted this more than anything, especially since he was going away to college next year.
He caught himself staring at his mother and quickly averted his eyes, hoping she hadn't noticed. Finishing dinner, Richard asked to be excused to his room, knowing that his parents, even now, had after-dinner coffee and drinks in the living room, looking out the big picture window that showed the wonderful view of the Rocky Mountains. Getting his control, Richard carefully checked to make sure that each of the switches and filters were tuned to the correct output frequency. His studies had indicated that different frequencies caused different behavioral responses.
As he quietly let himself out of his room, Richard was surprised to see his father heading towards his own bedroom by himself. Usually they spent at least a half an hour in the living room after dinner. Getting to where he could see into the living room, Richard saw his mother sitting by herself on the sofa, her coffee in her hands and a sad look on her face. Trying to decide what to do, Richard finally pointed the control towards his mother and pushed a sequence of buttons.
As he watched, his mother's eyes suddenly opened wide, as if in surprise. She put her coffee down and stood up, running her hands down her body like she was smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress. As he watched she slowly brought her hands up to her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them. Richard couldn't believe how well this was working. He could see a somewhat glazed look in his mother's eyes as she continued to massage and rub her breasts.
Richard was totally surprised when she reached behind herself and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor at her feet, leaving her standing there in her bra, panties and stockings. Even though he had seen her many times in her bathing suit, he couldn't believe how beautiful she was. The girls at school would die for a body like that. He watched as her hands stroked her entire body, sliding up and down until her hands again ended up cupping her breasts. He watched as she rubbed them, squeezing them tightly. His mouth about hit the floor when she pulled the front of her bra down, letting her big, full breasts spill out.
Richard had never seen his mother's naked breasts before and he was blown away by how beautiful they were. Big and full, they barely sagged. And she had huge nipples on the ends, bigger than silver dollars, with thick, protruding ends. He watched as she massaged her naked breasts, squeezing them. Then he was treated to the sight of his mother pinching her nipples between her fingers and pulling on them. He could actually hear her groan as she continued to play with herself.
This was working better than he had ever imagined. He knew that he had figured out the variation in the basic DNA frequency that controlled the inhibitions of the frogs, but he hadn't expected the extrapolation to humans to work quite this well the first time. He smiled as he pictured his exhibit having featured people and wondered how the judges would have liked that.
As he continued to watch, his mother let one hand drift down to cup her crotch. He could see her finger rubbing back and forth between her legs as she rubbed herself through her panties. His own cock was as hard as it had ever been and he desperately wanted to go to his room and masturbate to relieve the pressure.
Suddenly she pushed her panties down with both hands, bending over to push them down to her feet and step out of them. Richard was treated to the sight of his mother's ass and even a glimpse of her pussy between her legs as she bent over to push her panties down. She had just stood back up when his father walked back into the living room. He stopped in his tracks, his mouth dropping open as he saw his wife standing naked in the living room, moaning and running her hands all over herself.
"Sara! What the hell are you doing?" he demanded.
"Oh, John," she gasped, "I'm not sure, but I feel so horny."
