Genius Mother to Dumb Mommy

Chapter 1 The Crash

"Get me the report first thing tomorrow morning, Stevens!" Angela was angry. Why are people so stupid? Especially men. She always had to put out fires her employees started. Sometimes because they were being dumb, other times because they were lazy. She hung up the phone. "When did working hard and working smart become so rare, Farid?" Her driver Farid was one of the people she could depend on.

"I don't know Miss." Farid always called her Miss. Actually it's Mrs. she thought. I am married but then again I didn't even take his last name. I wear the proverbial pants in this relationship, I am the provider. The only reason she got married in the first place is because her husband John got her pregnant in college. It was some kind of issue with her birth control, unforeseeable. She was ready to abort but her husband offered to take care of the child so she could focus on her career, which was more promising than his anyway. "I need you to hurry today Farid, I can not be late to this next meeting." She felt the limousine speed up.

Ivy league college, math major, straight A's. Her trajectory was clear. She appreciated her husband's gesture, it was clearly rational, at least if you want the keep the child. At the time she got more comfortable with the idea. What if it's a girl? She thought. She could educate her, teach her and ultimately she would have her perfect successor. Someone who understands what it's like to be the smartest in every room.

When her son was born, Angela couldn't help but be disappointed. She didn't hate men but they have so many flaws. They are impulsive, physically aggressive and beholden to their urges. Well, maybe she did hate them a little bit. Her husband suggested the name 'Adam'. "He could be a fresh start for the male sex. The first man that lives up to your standard" He said. Angela wondered if that was a dig against her or her husband. She also wasn't religious at all but she did know that Adam did not live up to God's standards and was kicked out of Eden. That irony must have escaped her husband. "Take the right on 3rd. we can take. shortcut." "As you wish, Miss."

Adam turned 18 a week ago and he was everything Angela had feared he would be.

He was a lazy slob, obsessed with girls and video games. He did work out but only for vanity and he had no interest in the things that actually mattered. She had noticed that he had gotten cocky in recent months. He had started to fill out and was now almost 200 lbs. At 6 foot 2 he towered over her.

At his age, Angela was applying to the best colleges, doing extra curricular activities to boost her resume and studying the semester course work ahead of time. Adam was squandering the potential he had. He did get half of her genes. Adam was smart, she would give him that. He had an easy time at school despite never picking up a textbook.

She theorised that her husband John was to blame for her son's lack of ambition. Men are primitive and they learn by example. John had no ambition either. He seemed content with being a house husband. He kept himself in shape, went to events with her, could hold pleasant conversation with shareholders but that was about the extent of his skills. John was a trophy husband. He was handsome and tall, presentable, she thought. Unlike successful men and their trophy wives however, there was no sexual tension between them. John had an obnoxiously high libido but Angela had no time for such things. Not only was her mind at work all the time, she did not feel attracted to John. Being a stay at home husband did not exactly send sparks flying for her.

"Farid, we really need to hurry."

Her son had definitely inherited his libido from his father. Being a teenager it was already in overdrive. She knew this because why else would an 18 year old lock his bedroom door or shower for 30 minutes. Adam's masturbatory behaviour had gotten out of hand (no pun intended). He was horny all the time. Angela had caught him ogling her friend Karen's breasts. Karen liked the attention, which is why she got her breasts enhanced in the first place but it was still embarrassing.

"Just overtake him Farid!"

When she got home, she and her husband would have a serious discussion with Adam, maybe even cut his allowance. No more laziness, no more jerking off everywhere.

A jolt went through the car. Farid had tried overtaking a truck. The oncoming traffic was getting a bit too close too fast, so Farid swerved back into his lane. The limousine's rear hit the truck's front and they turned sideways. The truck must have weighed several tons and showed no signs of stopping. The limousine flipped and Angela was thrown around the backseat. She caught glimpses of grey street and blue sky in quick succession outside the window. Angela was catapulted to the front. She saw the dashboard rushing toward her. Then nothing. Black.

Chapter 2 Bad news

Adam was sprinting up the stairs, taking 3 steps at a time. In his mind was the image of his classmate Becky, showing her skills on the balance beam. Her voluptuous tits fighting against her sports bra and gravity while a dozen teenage boys stared at her, drooling. Adam was one of those boys and now he had an erection the size of the Eiffel tower trying to break free from his pants. P.E. class had been the source of many of these erections and this one was particularly bad. He made it to his room in record time. No one home, he thought. He grabbed the tub of vaseline he kept in his nightstand and plopped down at his desk. Throwing off his pants, his enormous cock sprang free.

Like second nature, Adam had opened Becky's Instagram account on his laptop. Becky made being a slut an artform and social media was her canvas. Rows and rows of scantily clad bikini photos decorated her page. Ever since she turned 18, the pictures had reached a new level of promiscuity. Rumor has it that even teachers followed her page and jerked off to her perfectly sculpted E cup knockers.

Adam reached into the vaseline and spread a good amount on his hands. He had recently started using both hands to masturbate. The size of his dick made fitting two hands at once no problem and he started massaging in the vaseline. Looking at Becky's newest photo, he imagined what it would be like to have his face between her soft globes. Adam was definitely a boob guy, there was no doubt. No big breasted woman was safe from being ravaged in his fantasies. Karen, a friend of his mom had especially gotten his attention. Her mature yet fit body made him salivate. She had mammaries that were too perfect to be natural, he thought. His mom would probably know, but there was no way he could ask her. Adam's mom Angela had appeared in some of his recent fantasies. A fact that he was not too happy about. It was not like the other fantasies. When he masturbated to the thought of Karen's body, his mom's face sometimes appeared instead of Karen's. They were the same age at 36.

Adam's mom was not exactly his type. He did like milfs but his mom did not have large boobs. She was also not as fit as he would usually prefer. Her ass was great though, there was no hiding that thing, no matter how formal her clothing was. Adam would feel worse about the fantasies if his mom was not such a bitch to him. He could feel his orgasm getting close, stroking the length of his dick. Grabbing a bunch of tissues from his desk, he got ready. He listened one last time to make sure nobody was home, then he let go. "Oh fuck yes Becky! Take it you slut!" He yelled. He could feel the ropes of cum travel along every inch of his dick. Adam knew he came a lot. Pornstars were his reference and even their cum shots looked like dribble next to the flood of sperm he would produce. Cumming inside the tissues he held over his cockhead, Adam relaxed. His sex drive was a full time job. Sneaking off at school, at dinner, at friend's houses. He just had to get it out or he could not function. He cleaned up and put his pants back on. The thought of his mom lingered in his mind.

"ADAM! GET DOWN HERE!" John yelled up the staircase. Oh shit, Adam thought, he heard me. "Yes, I am coming, chill out." John heard his son shout back. The kid does not understand the seriousness of this situation John thought.

"What's up dad?" Adam asked trotting down the stairs.

"Adam, listen to me. Your mom is in the hospital, she had a car accident. She is still alive but badly injured. We have to go there right now."

Adam thought his dad was kidding for a second, then the reality set in. He saw the concerned look, the shaking hands, the uneasy stance.

"I know this is a lot but you need to drive. I am to shaken up and I do not want to risk anything else happening today. Here." John handed his son the car keys.

Adam was to stunned to speak but he took the keys and put on his shoes.

In the car Adam finally spoke up "How bad is it?"

"The doctor said she is unconscious. She took a very bad hit to the head."

"Fuck, but you said she'll live? Was she driving?"

"No, Farid was driving. He tried overtaking a truck and messed up. The car flipped several times."

Farid was Angela's driver and had always been nice to Adam. He was concerned. "Is Farid okay?"

"Farid got it worse than your mom. He is in a coma right now."

"Holy fuck. When did this happen?"

"About an hour ago, I came right from the gym to pick you up."

Chapter 3 The hospital

Arriving at the hospital, a nurse led them to Angela's room. Under different circumstances, Adam might have noticed the nurse's inappropriate cleavage but he had other worries. They reached a room in the ICU where his mom laid on a bed. She was dressed in a hospital gown. Her head was heavily bandaged and IVs were hooked up to her arm. A doctor was standing over her, listening to her heart with a stethoscope. "Are you the family of Mrs. Whittaker? Husband and son? My name is Doctor Kline."

"Doctor, give it to me straight. How bad is it?" His dad asked.

"Mr. Whittaker, the crash left your wife in a bad state. We have stabilized her but she suffered serious head trauma. We have discovered several bleeds in her brain."

"Oh God, what does that mean? Will she be paraplegic? In a vegetative state?"

"No not quite. Her physical body will recover fully. The bleeds we have analyzed are consistent with brain imbecility mediated by occlusion."

"Can you speak English?" Adam got increasingly mad at the situation.

"The bleeding shut of important pathways in her brain and we do not know how much damage was done. Your mother will most likely experience a substantial decline in intelligence. We will not know until she wakes up but we are expecting a drop of around 60 IQ points."

Adam was speechless. His genius mother would wake up an idiot? This was insane. How would she do her job? Would they have to take care of her 24 hours a day?

"Doctor, this is a lot all at once..." John said. "I understand Mr. Whittaker. The good news is, your wife will wake up in the next hour or so. I will leave you some time alone. Please stay here and call the nurse when she does." The doctor left the room. Adam looked at his Dad. John slumped down into a chair and buried his face in his hands. Going over to his mother, Adam took a closer look. She had scratches and bruises but it was a miracle that she did not break any bones. Damn, he thought, her head must have taken the entire impact.

"Dad, do you need anything? Can I get you a water or something?" Adam asked John. "No Adam. Thank you but I can't drink anything right now. I can't do anything right now. This is bad son." Adam nodded.

Angela groaned, slowly opening her eyes and adjusting to the bright room she was in. "Where am I?" She whispered. "Honey, oh my God you are awake!" John ran over to the bed. "Stay calm, you are in the hospital with Adam and me. You were in a car crash. Do you remember?"

"I don't know. It's hazy..."

"Adam go get the nurse!"

Adam quickly left the room and rushed down the hallway to the nurse's desk. When he saw her he noticed her looks for the first time. Wow, he thought, she is hot. Shaking his head he tried to concentrate on the matter at hand. "Hey, the doctor said to get you when my mom wakes up. Well, she just did."

"Oh, that's great. I will come right away. You poor boy. I am so sorry for what happened to you." Boy? She is barely older than I am, he thought. "It's fine. I mean it sucks but at least she is alive."

"Right, I can not imagine how hard this must be for you and your dad. He must be heartbroken that his wife was so badly hurt. What is his name again?" His name? She did not even ask for my name. "It's John, can we go now? My mom needs some medical attention." He said annoyed at this chick wasting time. He glanced at her name tag, Clara. He also quickly glanced over to her cleavage. He would make sure to have nurse Clara scream his name in his dreams tonight, even if she did not ask for it.

Arriving at his mom's room, Nurse Clara went over to Adam's dad. "Mr. Whittaker, I am so sorry for what you are going through." She put a hand on his arm. What the fuck, Adam thought, is this bitch flirting with my dad while my injured mom is right next to him? "It's fine, please take a look at my wife." John said. Clara lingered on his arm a bit too long, keeping eye contact. Then she went over to Angela. "Mrs. Whittaker, my name is Clara, I am your nurse. Do you know where you are?"

"The hospital?"

"Yes that is correct. You were in a car accident and suffered severe head trauma."

"I don't know a Shawna."

Everyone was silent for a second. Adam and John looked at each other, worried.

"What?" Nurse Clara asked perplexed.

"You said 'several Shawnas' or something, right? I don't know a Shawna."

"Mrs. Whittaker, I said 'severe head trauma'."

"Oh, okay. Big word." Angela chuckled. "My head hurts, ouchy"

"I can give you some pain medication to help with that." Clara went over to the IV and opened a valve. "I will now have to perform a few tests with you, Mrs. Whittaker. Don't worry, they are routine."

"Okay. That's fine...right honey?" Angela asked John.

"Uh, yeah, that's fine of course. Go ahead Clara." His wife never asked for his opinion on anything, he thought.

"Okay, please follow my finger with your eyes." Clara extended her index finger and slowly moved it from left to right in front of Angela's face.

Adam and John watched in shock, as Angela struggled to keep up with the slow and steady movement of the nurse's hand.

"Was that good? How did I do?" Angela asked innocently.

"This is not about doing good or bad. The test is just to establish a baseline. For the next test, I will need you to count to 10 and back down again."

Come on, Adam thought. Surely it could not be that bad...

"Oh this I can do!" Angela said excitedly. "One, two, three...four...five......seve- no...six.........." John watched as his ex-genius wife started counting with her fingers and mouthing the numbers. Adam tried his best to hold in a chuckle. This was ridiculous. His mother was a math wizard always on his case for not bringing homes A's in calculus.

"....seven....eight....nine.....ten!" Angela said proudly, looking at nurse Clara.

"Good job Mrs. Whittaker. We will skip counting down for now. I will ask you a few questions now. What is your name?"

"Angela."

"Good. And where do you live?"

"A house" Adam stared at his mom.

"Right...and what do you do for work?"

"I have a company. I do numbers but much bigger than the numbers we just did. They are really, really big." Angela extended her arms to indicate how big the numbers were.

"Mhm and how old are you?"

Angela looked confused. I was born on May 1st, she thought. 1988 was the year. What a high number...it was overwhelming.

"More than this much." Angela showed her ten fingers.

"Stop kidding around mom. She's 36." Adam snarled. "Adam! Watch your tone." His father said.

"Okay. Thank you Mrs. Whittaker. That will be all." Clara turned to John. "Mr. Whittaker, John. Do you mind if I call you John?" I mind, Adam thought. "We have to keep your wife over night. Tomorrow at noon, you are clear to take her home. Clearly the damage is extensive. Do not worry." She put her hand on his arm again. "I will be with you every step of the way. There will be regular check ups to assess your wife's development."

"Thank you nurse...erm, Clara." John said.

Clara left the room. Adam looked at his mom who was staring blankly at the wall. He walked over to his dad. "Dad, what was up with that nurse, huh? She was overtly flirting with you, while mom is in this condition. That's wildly inappropriate." Adam whispered.

"Oh, uh, I didn't notice to be honest but yeah, it would be." His dad responded. Adam could tell he meant it.

"Honey, are you feeling better? Still in pain?" John asked his wife.

"Oh no honey, I feel fine. The nice nurse really helped." Angela said.

"That's good. Honey do you understand what happened? The crash really hurt your head."

"Oh yes I can tell."

"You can?"

"Well yeah, I got this big bandage on it and it hurts."

"Right...there will be a lot of things to take care of Angela. I think it would be best, if Adam and I gave you some rest. Tomorrow we will take you home with us. Is that okay."

"Sure honey, that sounds good!"

John gave his son a look. "Um, okay mom. I hope you get better soon. Uh...bye?" Adam did not know what to say in this situation.

"Bye baby. See you tomorrow. I love you both." Angela said and smiled.

What the hell is going on, Adam thought. Did she just call me 'baby'? Did she just smile? At me? 'I love you both'? She never said those things. "Okay, yeah...you too mom."

Chapter 4 Business as usual

Back at home Adam was sitting on his bed. His father had told him to get some sleep and that they would talk to the company board after school. After the meeting they would go pick up his mom. On the ride home, thinking of the sexy nurse had given Adam an erection but he had quickly lost it, thinking of how she treated him and made moves on his dad. He lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. How would his life change now that his mom had her 'condition'? Adam had to admit to himself that he did not know what his mother did at work or even what the company did. Doesn't matter, he thought. If it is anything more complicated than counting to 10 she won't be able to do it anyway. What a crazy thought. His mother can barely count to ten. School was quite easy for Adam. He could get by without putting in effort in any of his classes. At least his mother had given him that. Of course 'getting by' did not meet his mom's standard. She insisted that he be top of the class but he had other things on his mind. Things his mom could not understand. His 'new' mom could not even understand words at a 5th grade level. Adam sighed.

John was also on his bed. He thought about his wife back when they met. She was 18, the youngest senior in college. John only got into the college because of a football scholarship. He was a promising quarter back then. His son unfortunately did not care for sports, only for 'working out'. Angela was not only a genius, she was beautiful. People compared her to a younger Christy Turlington back then. At first, John thought he had no chance with her. Her ambition outshined any advances made by other students. One day she came to him, sat him down and talked about how they should start dating. Her reasoning was purely rational. She had ambitions in a business world dominated by men. A quarter back husband would give her an in with many fat cats. John did not care why she proposed dating but he was not going to say no. The first time they had sex, she was cold and clinical. There was no passion, just something she would have to put up with in their relationship. She was on a birth control pill of some kind. Two weeks after John took her virginity, she told him he had gotten her pregnant. She was on a birth control pill of some kind. Initially, John thought she had gotten pregnant on purpose to trap him into a marriage. The way she put blame on him and was genuinely angry showed him that it really was an accident. She offered to abort the baby but John would not accept that. It felt wrong, emotionally. His wife did not have quarrels like that. In her mind, this baby stood in the way of her career. It would sabotage her success before she even graduated. That was when John offered to take care of the child. His college courses had not given him the slightest idea of what he wanted to do as a career and he figured that his football playing was more promising anyway. He could train and compete with a kid, he thought. Then, when he one his first ring, Angela would take a step back from her career and focus on the child and house herself.