Chapter 1: Ricky’s POV

I’m sick and tired of spending all my time locked away in this tiny dorm at college. COVID’s kicking everyone’s ass, and if I have to stay somewhere, maybe it would be best for me to travel back home.

There, I’ll get to spend some time with my folks, and have more room to move around. Plus, the weather’s always been better in Florida.

Most of these reasons are excuses, of course, ways to justify wanting to get the hell out of here. The truth of the matter is, Alice dumped me three nights ago, and I want to put as much distance between both of us as possible.

It’s not easy watching her walking out to the store from my dorm’s bedroom, watching that big ass bouncing sensually. An ass I will never get to grope again. Not without her slapping the hell out of me anyways.

So I bought the plane tickets two days ago and now here I am, using my key to the house I used to live in years ago, announcing I’m home.

“Mom? Dad?” I call out loud, placing my bags on the floor. Travelling across the country isn’t easy with all the rules set in place due to COVID, but I managed to get here anyway. I can’t imagine how hard it must be if anyone’s abroad. No way they’re getting in the country, at least not for a while

My mom rushes toward the living room, wearing an apron. She was clearly baking something, which isn’t a surprise at all. Mom’s the perfect housewife type of woman, and she always keeps herself busy around the house.

“Oh, Ricky!” she squeals happily, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug. I chuckle softly, knowing she’d be glad to see me, and I hug her back.

Mom’s… well, she’s a regular housewife in many ways. Almost regular, anyways. I had to deal with a lot of grief in high school due to two of her traits: Her plump lips and insanely massive ass. Of course all my friends drooled for her, and I cringed every time her friends called her the Kim Kardashian of Florida.

I love a good ass more than anything else, but this is my mom they were speaking about! I wanted to punch everyone in the face when I was a teenager, but managed to come to terms with all of that now. After all, every single woman I’ve dated since then has had a massive, gorgeous ass.

Not as big as my mom’s, though, however perturbing that particular realization might be.

“Where’s dad?” I ask after sitting down at the table. Mom insists I have something to eat, even though I munched on a few snacks during the flight home. She’s always been this way: So kind and loving, wanting people to be happy, especially her only son.

“Oh, Ricky, it’s been so long since daddy could come home! He’s been stuck for three weeks in Australia! Had to go there for a tech conference and now he’s stuck! They tell her it could be another month before he’s allowed to get on a flight back home!”

“No way, that’s insane!” I gasp, suddenly feeling a bit guilty for not calling home more often. I have been so busy with my finals, and then that awful breakup, that I didn’t even stop to think my folks might be having problems.

Dad’s a brilliant scientist, and CEO of a small yet up-and-coming nanobot company. He usually travels across the world to find new investors and to discover new advances in science. It was the way our family life’s been working since I was a child, and it’s perfectly normal for dad not to be around for a few days at a time. What isn’t normal are the restrictions put in place due to COVID. It seems like it’s never going to end.

Well, I can’t just leave her mom alone in that big house, not when I don’t really have much to do back in college until classes begin once more. That was when I decided to extend my stay and keep mom company for a while.

It wasn’t like I could go out clubbing or anything of the sort, either. All that was allowed was going to the store and maybe walk around the block with the dog, if I had one. So I got to reconnect with mom, and I guess that’s alright, since she’d always been an amazing woman, so caring and sweet.

And well.... There’s something else that I’ve always loved about mom. I’m simply unable to stop staring at that massive ass, and fortunately mom would never think I’m actually ogling her.

As days slipped by lazily, and I began spending more alone time with his mom than I had in years, a hard-to-swallow realization became evident. She had to be the source of all my kinks and fantasies! After all, I’ve only dated fat-assed women since high school, finding them more attractive than any other body type.

Oedipus complex, I think they call it, and though it’s messed up as hell, there’s no way I can deny it any longer. That’s the original ass that made me realize how amazing a woman could look with good curves on her.

In a way, truly does look like Kim Kardashian from behind. Her ass is firm and full, incredibly perky for a woman her age. No matter what she wears, those buttocks are impossible to miss: dresses, yoga pants, jeans, it was the same. Her ass is right there, begging for attention. And boy, I can’t look away even if I try.

There’s something I’ve grown particularly fond of: heading out to the pool and getting to see that amazing rack covered by nothing but a tiny bikini. And mom doesn’t seem to care or mind her ass is so insanely huge, so the bikinis barely cover it at all. It’s incredible, the best sight of the city right there in my backyard.

I know it’s messed up as hell, but what can I do if my gaze keeps moving toward it, no matter how badly I try to be a good son and avoid staring at my mom! The worst part is finding excuses to have stuff resting on my lap, because my erections become way too noticeable while I’m wearing swimsuits.

The truth of the matter is, I’m having a surprisingly good time hanging out with mom. I mean, when I was a teenager, she was cool and everything, but still my old mother. I didn’t want to be around her too often. Now that I’ve grown up, it’s amazing how much cooler mom seems. She’s incredibly sweet and caring, and has some surprisingly interesting stories to tell.

Plus, I did miss her homemade food. And she cooks a lot of it for me! Every single day she tidies up my bedroom and serves me incredible meal after incredible meal. I feel a bit guilty about all the attention, but she seems to enjoy pampering me.

We also watch lots of flicks together, and I definitely inherited my movie taste from her.

I’m feeling grateful, and want to do something nice for her, so tonight, after dinner, I offer my mom a big grin as I offer:

“Hey mom, would you like a neck massage?”

She gives me a surprised but grateful smile. Mom’s truly gorgeous, there’s no denying it. She’s shorter than me, and curvaceous as any woman her age, except for that incredible ass. Her face’s pretty enough, but it’s her lips that truly get people’s attention. They are so full and pouty, and I sort of wonder, feeling guilty about my thoughts all the while, how they would feel around my cock. I’ve always loved a good blowjob, and those lips seem like they could give the best face-fuck ever.

“Fuck, I’m messed up in the head, ain’t I?” I ask myself quietly, not wanting mom to realize my perverted thoughts.

“Oh, sure, honey, that sounds lovely,” she replies, clearly delighted by my offer. So she sits on the sofa and I stand behind her, starting to apply pressure up and down her neck, making sure to do my best effort. I don’t know much about massages, but as long as she likes it, we’ll be fine.

As I knead my fingers against her milky skin, though, something goes terribly wrong. Something I never imagined could happen to another human being.

“Ahhh!!! Mom!!!” I scream, my yelp feeling the room as her head suddenly detaches from her neck, leaving me holding it as if it was some kind of ball. “What’s going on?!! Are you ok?!”

I’m freaking out, and if I wasn’t holding her head, terrified to let it fall onto the ground, I think I would have fainted from the intense shock by now.

Chapter 2: Lissa’s POV

Having Rick back home’s been amazing, especially since Tim’s been away for so long. I’ve been feeling lonely lately, and getting to spend time with my adorable and bright son is the best gift I could have gotten.

When he offers me a massage, I’m delighted by how thoughtful Ricky is, and I don’t even stop to think it might mean trouble. His dad and I have never told our son about Tim’s experiments on me.

It was completely voluntary, of course! Years back, I was made an honorary member of the company after enrolling for the first Human-Modular project. Tim assured me it was perfectly safe, and indeed it was. Nothing bad happened to me, but my body has become something of a science marvel.

I was injected with nanobots for the span of a year, and they’d run tests on me. It was painless, and honestly, kind of fun to work close to Tim. And then, they told me the experiment had been a success. I was asleep for many of their tests, as they feared I could freak out and alter the results.

But when they were sure everything was ok, they let me see exactly how incredible the results truly were. Every single part of my body could be harmlessly detached and reattached like it was no big deal, and I could even do it myself without any risks.

Tim and I decided to keep my identity in the research a secret so he could publish the results without altering our family life.

Now I know why I should have told my son about it: As he gave me a massage, my thoughtful boy, I almost gave him a heart attack! My head got detached from my neck, as it’s bound to do, and now he’s screaming his poor heart out, wondering if he killed his mom!

“Ricky, baby, relax, I’m ok, I swear,” I speak in a hurried voice, wanting to reassure him, and he turns my head around, so I’m facing him. He looks so pale and confused, poor thing. So I quickly tell him all about the experiments, how I had agreed to all of it, and how painless it was. At last, I reassure him tenderly: “I’m alright, it doesn’t hurt at all, so don’t worry. You didn’t hurt me, Ricky.”

He finally breathes out with clear relief, his hands still trembling a bit, but he’s slowly composing himself once more.

“Look, you can walk around the room with my body and observe my body. You’ll see it’s alright,” I say, trying to get him to further calm down and see nothing’s wrong with me.

Ricky does exactly as I tell him, and I wave my hand at him, and my body just sits there stiffly. I explain I can also send my consciousness to my body, so that I can move around with ease, but that means my head simply sits there like some kind of gruesome decorative ball.

“It doesn't bother me at all, it’s just one of the effects the nanobots have inside me,” I explain, and he nods, clearly fascinated by it all. Oh, my dear Ricky, he truly has his father’s spirit: He wants to be a scientist and has that same healthy curiosity. Of course I’ve always encouraged this trait, wanting to help him achieve his every dream.

I show him how it works, transferring my consciousness to my body and standing up, walking around casually, as if my head was right there controlling my every movement.

“Wow, mom, that’s really something,” he whispers, and I love how curious and fascinated by science my boy is. I’m so proud of him!

Chapter 3: Ricky’s POV

After almost dying from a heart attack, I discover my mom’s not dead or some kind of strange monster. It was just one of my dad’s crazy experiments. And boy does it work like a charm, it’s amazing!

She can transfer her consciousness to her body and back to her head, and every limb is detachable. How cool is that?

My fascination, though, quickly turns to something far darker than academic curiosity, and I find myself flushing. I shouldn’t think this way, and yet, watching her body walking around with no head, her big ass wiggling hotly, I can’t help myself.

She’s basically a doll, detachable, gorgeous… oh, more like a sex toy, isn’t she? Fuck, I shouldn’t be thinking about mom this way, but that ass…

I smirk to myself, knowing there is no way I’m letting go of this opportunity. She doesn’t even have to find out what I’m planning to do to her. Mom’s always been so naive, and so eager to help me! To her, all of this can be just another big experiment.

I know I can’t make it all happen at once: it has to become normal for me to ask to detach her limbs for different experiments and observe the way her body reacts. I started with a few small requests, such as seeing how far her body could get from her head without any issues, and then trying to attach her legs where her arms should go.

“I want to learn more about nanobots and this incredible discovery dad and his team did,” I justified myself over and over again, and mom seemed eager to encourage that curiosity.

The truth of the matter is, I’m horny as hell, and get to stare at her ass every single time I want while her head is looking the other way.

“Can you exercise with your head off? Like aerobics?” I ask, knowing she certainly can. I place her body on the table and sit down, enjoying the way her body jiggles and bounces sensually. Her ass, so firm, so massive, impossible to take my eyes off it. I’m behind her, tilting my head to the side and observing the way her buttocks move so sensually with every new movement.

She crouches and leaps, and I want to touch myself so badly, but don’t dare do it, not yet anyways. Sure, she can’t see me, but it’s still embarrassing to do it in front of her anyways.

Everything I ask her to do, I make it sound innocent and completely logical, and she goes along happily with it all. Thank heavens she never notices the erection making a tent on the front of my pants every single time.

The following day, I came downstairs with a big grin on my face and a camera in my hand.

“You know, I have an idea! I want to upload a silly video online. It would be so cool to do a yoga session with your head off,” I suggest, and of course mom agrees at once, thinking it's just a silly, fun game.

I help her remove her head and hold it close, finding it arousing to have it in my hands while watching her sexy body moving freely without it.

“You should change into something more comfortable… maybe a thong bikini,” I tell him, and she hesitates for a moment, before agreeing. It seems she’s too eager to make me happy while I’m home. She’s truly missed me.

I turn on the camera and she begins to go through different yoga positions, looking so incredibly sexy, so enticing with her head off, her body moving limberly. Her ass looks so impossibly sensual, round and firm, as large as Kim Kardashian’s.

While we film, my mom puts her legs behind her headless neck and I can’t help myself. I place her detached head on top of her crotch, and chuckle loudly to make it seem like it’s a bit of a joke. She giggles right back, brushing her lips against her underwear. She doesn’t find anything wrong with this whole thing, it seems, but my cock’s as stiff as a board inside my pants. Fuck, I’d like to use that perfect ass for all sort of perverted fantasies.

It’s just a game, a silly game, and mom believes we are both truly laughing at it. She finds it amusing, but oh, I can’t stop thinking about new ways to trick her into letting me put her body in all of these sensual positions, having material to jerk off to when I’m alone in my bed.

She goes off to cook us something to eat, but I can’t stop thinking about what happened, and all the potential things I can convince her to do.

“Mom, you know, I’d love to see how your legs operate when you’re split in two, would you mind letting me see how the muscles work when you split yourself in two?” I ask casually, and she nods, so I decide to push my luck a bit further. “I can’t see the muscles properly with those pants on… maybe you can put on a bikini?”

“A bikini?” she asks timidly, and I nod eagerly, making it seem like I’m just really, really curious. Mom sighs and nods, reluctant for a moment before finally agreeing to do it. “Fine, I’ll come back in a few minutes.”

I wait on the sofa, and oh, when she steps inside wearing nothing but a pink, sexy bikini, I have to place a pillow on my lap to hide my erection!

“Help me here, honey,” she asks, and I grab at her arms as she walks forward, effectively dividing her top from her button. As I sit her upper body on the sofa next to me, I watch her begin to dance playfully across the room. Only the lower half of her body is there, moving with surprising grace.

“Why don’t you twerk, mom? I’m sure you can’t do it without your torso on,” I challenge her playfully, and she giggles.

“Of course I can!” she replies, and lo and behold, mom begins to twerk! I can’t believe my eyes! Her ass bounces back and forth, up and down, so enticingly. I can’t stop staring at her long legs, that perfect buttocks, nothing over the hips.

Mom’s having fun, but I have a raging boner unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I can’t take the pillow off my lap or mom will notice, it’s that bad!

“Oh! I have an idea for a great video!” I squeal, standing up and grabbing the camera, trying not to allow mom to notice my erect cock.

“Now?” she asks timidly, and I nod eagerly.

“Yeah, perfect moment! Let’s try the facesit challenge!”

“What’s that?”

“Well, we’ll be creating it since people who can’t detach their body parts can’t do it!” I help her remove her head and place it on the sofa beside her torso. “Now sit down on your face and wiggle your ass, you know, like some sort of silly dance.”

She giggles and nods, agreeing to do it as I record the whole thing. She doesn’t seem to notice how awkward, how sexual this whole situation is! I make sure to record every last detail, biting my lower lip and aching for more.

There she is, sitting down on her face, and I know that her nose is pressing against her crotch. Isn’t that the hottest thing ever? I have to push this further, I have to get her to do much, much more than just this small little prank.

Of course all the videos I’m recording are serving as jerking off material, and fuck, the more I watch then, the more ideas I get!

Chapter 4: Lissa’s POV

These past few weeks have been incredibly amusing. Ricky has some odd ideas, there is no question about it, but they are all fun and serve to feed his scientific curiosity. He’ll grow up to be just like his dad, I know it.

I keep trying to encourage that curiosity, of course, and my detachable body is the perfect way to do this. After all, I’m somewhat of an experiment myself.

I’m so happy to have him around once more. My darling son is back home for a few weeks, after being away so long on campus. I only get to see him during the holiday season, and this time together is a real treat, so I certainly want to keep Ricky happy.

It seems like every single day, Ricky has a new experiment or video in mind, and I happily comply, though some are a bit awkward. It’s ridiculously fun, though, and we laugh together merrily.

After lunch, I notice that glimmer of amusement and eagerness in his eyes, and know what’s coming: Ricky is about to ask me to try another one of his experiments.

“So, what did you have in mind?” I ask before he can say anything at all, and he chuckles sheepishly. “A mother always knows.”

“You mentioned you can send your consciousness to your body, right?”

I nod at once, curious about what he wants to test this time around.

“Well, I’d like to see how that works for an extended period of time. You moving around the house, dancing, doing silly stuff. I don’t know, crouching and jumping, for instance.”

“That sounds ok, sure. I won’t be able to talk to you or anything of the sort, though,” I reply. “So when you want me to transfer my consciousness back to my head, then just tap me on my shoulder.”

He smiles so brightly, and I’m delighted that I can make him happy with such a small, silly favor.

“Grab my head, I need to focus,” I tell him, and he does so obediently, holding me so I’m staring at my own body.

A few instants later, my head goes limp and I can only feel my body from the head down. I’m aware of my surroundings but can’t see anything. That’s ok, I don’t need to: Ricky will stop me if I’m about to run into something.

Chapter 5: RIcky’s POV

It worked. If fucking worked! I can’t believe it!

Mom’s wiggling her ass while she dances, her head completely motionless. She can see what I have planned for it. I don’t even bother sitting down, oh no. I want to be as close to her as possible while I do this.

It’s messed up, I know it. I shouldn’t be doing it, but here I am, unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock. It’s fully erect, throbbing with arousal as I open my mom’s mouth so I can stuff myself deep inside her.

My eyes are focused on that moving, dancing, sexy body, nothing above her neck, as I slowly introduce my cock inside mom’s open mouth. Her lips are so soft, her tongue warm and enticing, her throat so tight. I grunt hard as I begin using her head as a fleshlight, unable to believe this is truly happening.

“Fuck, mom, yes…” I grunt, as I thrust my hips deep inside her mouth, deep inside her throat. There’s no gag reflex there, and so she can take every inch of me within her mouth. “Yes, that’s it, God… it feels so good. And your ass… look at it bouncing while you dance around just because I asked you to. Yeah, making it bob harder, just like that.”

She can’t hear me, of course, and that’s what makes it so fucking arousing. I can do and say anything I want while she dances around the room, as her ass wiggles enticingly before me. Her mouth wrapped around my cock without her knowing she’s giving me the best deepthroat of my entire life.

Her bikini thong slips between her cheeks, making her buttocks bounce even further, so much so that I want to slap it. But I know that if I do, it will ruin the whole thing!

I feel my cock throbbing inside her mouth, and refuse to close my eyes as I cum, needing to watch that ass, those hips, that sexy body moving around the room with surprising limberness, unable to see what her son’s doing with her head.

After cleaning up the cum from her lips, I touch her shoulder softly, having tucked in my deflated cock inside my pants. God, I’m out of breath, will she notice it?

Her eyes open as I place her head back on top of her body, and she rolls her tongue around her mouth with mild confusion.

“There seems to be a strange taste in my mouth,” she comments, but clearly isn’t accusing me of anything. “Odd, it never happened before.”

“Maybe some aftereffect of moving around so vigorously,” I reply casually, and she nods, being satisfied with my theory.

“Well, I should go lay down for a while, I’m exhausted! And I think I might be coming down with the flu, my throat aches a bit. You don’t think it could be covid, could it?”

“No, mom, I’m certain it’s not!” I replied sweetly, but she has a test done the following day anyways. Of course it comes out negative, but I had to let her go through it. I couldn’t very well tell her what the reason behind her mild throat sore truly was!

Chapter 6: Lissa’s POV

I hesitate as Ricky tries to convince me to detach my head once more. It’s not this small detail which worries me, as I’ve done it so many times in the past. What he wants me to do this time, is examine my own body right alongside him.

It’s a bit embarrassing, but Ricky’s so adamant about it!

“I want us to be able to discuss the different reactions and body parts. I want to learn about anatomy from up-close. I won’t ever be able to come up with experiments if I don’t know the basics, you know,” he explains, and I don’t want to disencourage his scientific curiosity. So, reluctantly, I agree.

He helps me detach my head from my torso and then my hips, and carries the bottom part of my body with him under one of his arms. My head rests on his free hand.

Ricky lays my legs and hips on the bed, and after we speak about the different leg muscles, and I move my legs around for a while, he rests my head on the bed as well.

I look at him, flushing with embarrassment, as he removes my panties, exposing my sex.

“I want you to explain how anatomically correct your anus and vagina are. I mean, did they change at all after the experiment?” he asks casually, and though I’m feeling a bit awkward about this whole situation, I decide to go along with what he’s requesting.

After all, Ricky’s my son, there’s nothing perverted about this.

I begin to talk as he raises my head again and moves me closer to my own sex, touching my clit and the entrance to my vagina, asking questions about them.

“You know what? I’ve been wondering… is it possible for a detached body to get aroused?” he asks, and I flush furiously, giving him a sheepish look.

“Oh, well, honey, I wouldn’t know,” I mutter, but he doesn’t seem content with the response.

“Come on, mom, I want to test my theory. Why don’t you lick yourself and you can let me know if it’s possible or not?”

I feel mortified about the idea of getting wet in front of my son, even more so licking myself right there where he can watch me… but how can I say no when he’s only trying to find out more about science? He wants to be just like his dad, and I need to encourage this desire!

So timidly, I stick out my tongue and he helpfully moves my head closer to my pussy. I roll my tongue over my clit, and then wrap my lips softly around it, trying to get myself wet as soon as possible, to put a stop to this embarrassing, awkward situation.

Indeed I begin feeling damp pretty soon, but before I can tell Ricky about it so that we can go back to the living room and I can reatratch my body parts, the bell rings.

Ricky’s eyes grow wide as marvels, and I gasp as he scoops up my head and places it on the bottom of the bag, before ramming my hips, ass first, right on top of it. My poor son is panicking, thinking he did something wrong! Oh, I’d tell him not to worry about it and just get the rest of my body up into his bedroom before opening the door, but I can’t speak with my lips pressed against my ass. My legs remain back on his bed, I suppose as he grabs the bag and runs downstairs, making my hips rub forcefully against my face.

I’m about to scream out for him to adjust my body parts in the bag before he opens the door, but just then he gives a little jump down the stairs. As I have my mouth, ready to call out to him, my hips move to the right, and suddenly my lips are wrapped around my asshole!

I try to close my mouth, but it’s way too cramped in there, now that he closed it up so that the person visiting won’t see a thing. I feel him placing the bag on the table, and then hear my mom’s voice greeting Ricky.

“Oh, darling, I came here to see you and your mom. It’s been so long since we could be together in the same place, and I’ve already gotten my shots. So, is my daughter around?” she asks, and just as I’m about to manage getting my mouth untangled from my asshole, something impossibly heavy is placed on top of the bookbag I’m stuffed inside.

It must be mom’s purse! She’s always carrying around so much stuff!

Now there’s no way I can possibly remove my mouth from my ass. My nose is pinned against my cheeks, and I can taste my asshole against my tongue. I try not to make a noise, but would it matter? It would probably be muffled by my buttocks!

God, my tongue’s pressed against my hole, this is so disgusting! How did this come to happen?!

“I have a gift for you, darling,” my mom continues to speak after Ricky tells her I’m out shopping. “Let me search for it!”

No, no, no, I think, but the words simply don’t come out of my mouth. Only a muffled, pathetic little sound. Mom can never find anything in that purse of hers, and I immediately feel the pressing being applied from above on my ass as she moves things around. I close my eyes in disgust as I fart right into my mouth!

The pressure mom keeps applying prompts another fart to escape my ass and then another and another. It can taste it, it’s all I can smell! My tongue is pressed harder than ever against my hole, and everything that escapes it lands straight on it.

“Eww, what’s that?” mom asks, and I’m pretty sure she gives Ricky a dirty look.

“Sorry, grandma, I’m a bit gassy today. I’ll try to control my bowels,” Ricky takes the blame for me, and mom scolds him sweetly before finally finding the gift.

She seems to stay around for what feels like an hour, though it’s probably closer to ten or fifteen minutes. God, I want to close my mouth, I want to slide my tongue away from my ass! It tastes horribly, and it’s almost as if I’m rimming myself!

Eventually, though, mom leaves, and I sigh in relief when the purse is finally removed. I still can’t get my mouth closed, but at least I’m not pinned so forcefully against my ass. At least I can wiggle my nose half an inch away from it!

After I hear the front door closing, Ricky’s footsteps rush toward the bag I’m hiding in, and he opens it at once, finally allowing me room to breathe.

“Oh my god, sorry mom! I thought she’d never leave!” Ricky squeals, giving me a funny look. He sounds so sheepish, and I can’t help but giggle, even though my face’s probably stained with the juices that licked down my ass and onto my nose and lips, along with the smelly farts.

“It’s ok, that was insane!” I giggle, not wanting him to feel guilty about any of this. We both chuckle awkwardly, and he is so sweet, helping me reattach my hips, legs and torso together. He even cleans up my face before putting it back in place. Ricky’s such a sweet son!

“I’ve got to go take a long nap, that insane experience left me exhausted!” I tell him, giving Ricky a kiss on the cheek before walking upstairs. I can still taste my own fasts in my mouth, and that’s not something I want to deal with any longer, so I brush my teeth three whole times before my nap.

It was a weird day, but at least I know Ricky’s going to be a great scientist, just like his dad.