"By the way dear, your grandfather is going to a reunion in Pewter City, and your Grandmother needs you to clean the attic," Mom suddenly said as I was on my way out the door, summoning up her 'pretty-please' voice.
She sure seemed glad at the idea of banishing me from my room for a few weeks and robbing me of the opportunity to leer at her tight ass.
"But, Mom –" I started to protest just before her hands fell gently onto my shoulders.
“Now, you know how useless you grandfather is, just think how nice it will be for Grandmother to have a real man around the house.” Red's mom added, playing to my vanity.
“OK then, Mom. Say don't you have a recent photo of 'Grandmother' in the house somewhere? I feel like I just saw one,” I said.
Mom obediently went to look for a photo while I fell to thinking.
On my home world there is an IQ test. Apparently there have been several versions of it through the years. IQ stands for 'Intelligence Quotient.' The point of the test is to measure intelligence. Sometimes there are puzzles, sometimes it tests how much knowledge you have accumulated via a series of questions about yachting. But what if a test-taker had seen the puzzle before in some class or book or on TV? Surely, then, the test-taker has pulled the right answer from experience, from memory. Is that the same as raw intelligence? What if steps were taken to ensure that no one had seen the puzzle before? Who then validates the puzzle as worthy and effective? The test-makers? That is an incredibly narrow and boring group of people, I don't think I am comfortable with them measuring the limits of human potential.
When I see a puzzle I start at the beginning. Well, what is, to me, the beginning. Which is: is this puzzle designed/intended to be solved or not? If it is not designed to be solved then is the correct answer to recognize it's unsolvability as quickly as possible? To skip it entirely and move on? Or is it better to write in 'trick question' first. Or is it better still to write in that you have recognized that the puzzle was designed to be unsolvable but, with your razor sharp scientific method, you outline several paths by which the test-makers little trap might be, in fact, solved? I think on these sorts of topics when I cannot sleep, but perhaps I got a low score once (which I do not recall) and my subconscious is overclocking itself trying to protect me.
What is intelligence, though. Does every intelligent person seek money? That is simply not the case. Does every intelligent person seek to do good deeds on behalf of society? Perhaps, but they have such different ways of going about it that it is nearly impossible to gather data.
Even on this world, I imagine many people are the same. I will not say unintelligent, but I will say alike. Some people are different, I will not say intelligent, but I will say different. I seem to be different. One item I recall about myself is that I plan ahead. I am telling you now, I plan ahead.
Mom comes back with the photo, as I suspected 'Grandmother' is hot. After I agree to visit here 'Mom' showers me with affections. All sorts of kisses, including on the mouth. She pulls in close and I press my whole body into hers. I wrap my arms around her lower back and contact my face on her petite but robust and perky tits. I close my eyes and imagine that I am fucking her.
I ride this fantasy like a wave. Her fingertips in my mouth as she tells me what a good boy I am. Her lips on mine. I let myself go. I do not say anything. If you don't say anything women read into your silence whatever they want. Eventually I will say that she is forgiven. The trick is to not reveal how turned on she makes me or that when I get to my room, before I pack, I jack myself.
I should make it clear, here, that my new body is that of a good looking kid and that I am one of the good guys. I have projected myself into a body on another world, its true. But other than that I just think a little bit differently than you one might expect and sometimes, when I see an opportunity, I take it. But, before that, I plan ahead.
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