Exploring Ginger

Still half-asleep, Chris stepped into the shower.

The first thing his eyes locked onto was a full view of Ginger’s naked body from behind as she rinsed soap from her hair.

Her fingers shuffled through her fiery red hair, and the side cleavage of her large round breasts jiggled furiously as a result. The soapy water cascading down her slender back and waistline, leading Chris’ focus down to the gigantic cheeks of her huge ass. They looked like two basketballs that’d been molded into the redhead’s wide hips, each of them perfectly round and covered with an ocean of freckles.

Chris swallowed hard as his fat cock twitched with need.

“Did you have a good nap?” Ginger asked him, still facing away. “We tried not to wake you up.”

“Uh, yeah.” He said, then yawned. “Still not totally awake yet, but yeah.”

Ginger turned her pretty head to the side and glanced down at his fat cock.

“Looks like a certain part of you can’t say the same.”

“You could say that it’s got a mind of its own.” Chris said, awkwardly scratching his head.

“Oh, I know.” She giggled. “I used to have one, remember?”

“Right…” Chris said, his eyes locked onto his dad’s big ass. “So, how is it anyway? Being a girl, and all.”

“Well, like I told you this morning…” Ginger giggled, finally turning around after all of the soap had been washed out of her hair. Her large wet breasts presented themselves to Chris, causing his eyes to widen and his heart to race. “It comes with some perky perks.”

“No kidding.” He said, forcing a nervous, sleepy smile. “I’m still surprised that you did this to yourself. I never knew you were, uh…”

“Trans? No, not exactly.” She said taking a few slow steps towards him to close the gap, her own gaze fixated on Chris’ foot-long member. “I’m just a pervert, really.”

“Oh?” Chris asked, resisting the urge to retreat. “I never would’ve guessed. You never really showed it before.”

“Well, before I had the app on my phone, how would you have felt about my old self walking around the house naked all the time? Or jerking off in front of you?” She made a gesture with her hand as if she were stroking a cock to emphasize her point.

“… Would’ve been weird, yeah.” Chris said after a brief moment of thought. “Not sure how I would’ve handled that kind of situation.”

Once Ginger stood right in front of him, she turned around and pressed her back against him. Her wet and curvy body was slick and slippery, especially the way his cock slid down between her immense cheeks with ease, sending it into a throbbing fit and causing Chris to gasp in surprise. Her hands reached down and found his, then brought them up to her big tits, allowing him to grab two large handfuls of heavenly freckled flesh.

“And how do you want to handle this situation?” Ginger asked, her voice becoming a bit softer, but noticeably hornier. “Because I know how I want to handle the hotdog that my buns are hugging.”

She gave her hips a light shimmy, and Chris was worried that he might just cum from the buttjob she was giving him. Giving into her words, Chris began exploring every inch of her huge tits. Gently groping, squeezing, and rubbing them to his heart’s content. Each time his fingers grazed her eraser-head nipples, Ginger would giggle, shiver, and press back against him all the more.

“Holy shit…” Was all he could say at first. “These things are amazing, dad.”

“Mmm…” She cooed, reaching up and back to cup and stroke the young man’s face. “It’s so hot that you still call me dad.”

Chris couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“You’re such a slut.” He said, his voice getting deeper, hungrier. “I think I could get used to this.”

“Oh, fuck yeah…” Ginger said, shivering once again. “I’d love to be your slut, baby. We all feel that way.”

Chris’ heart skipped a beat, imagining all three of them surrounding him in bed and worshiping his body.

“This is so weird.” He groaned in her ear, but his hands kept playing with her magical tits. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“But you like it, don’t you?”

“Mhm…” He mumbled, looking down at his fingers as they sunk deep into her breasts.

Then, he remembered something.

His powers.

With a sly smirk, Chris imagined her tits growing bigger, as big as they had been before leaving for the store earlier in the day.

Her tits responded in kind, and Ginger gasped as she watched her big tits becoming bigger, swelling to the size of freshly ripe watermelons in her son’s strong hands.

“H-Holy shit!” Ginger giggled. “I almost forgot you could do that!”

Chris grunted as he fumbled with her immense mammaries, lifting the heavy masses and letting them drop and bounce around like oversized water balloons, which sent Ginger into a giggle-fit.

However, she stopped laughing when Chris whispered into her ear.

“Get on your knees.”