Greet your (grand)mother

After the car has disappeared down the road, you turn to Maddison's family house. Apart from her husband Mike, she lives with her daughter, Emily, but knowing her she's currently somewhere with her friends; but she lives also with her mother, your once grandma, Caroline, who has settled on the ground floor. Her husband died years ago, tearing apart her heart and also your mom's one, but they eventually metabolized his loss and now she spends her time almost alone, trying not to bother Maddison. She actually would have moved away, but her eldest had insisted for her to stay with them so they could keep her company.

Now, how to approach her? She doesn't expect Jessica to arrive, and although it wouldn't be a problem, being her daughter and all, you could play more subtle.

"This is my body. I can control it. I can change it, I just have to focus..." You finally feel your body lightly morph, the most significant adjustment that you can see are your clothes, which are now the ones your aunt was wearing.

-Did it work?- You ask uncertainly, placing your hand on your throat when you realize your voice has changed, though not much. You mirror yourself with the camera of your phone.

-Oh yeah! I'm Maddison!- You exclaim, putting it away and moving your now longer hair behind your head. Awesome, you can still shapeshift! Even her clothes... and her breasts. You quickly try them out. Wow, not bad. Not bad at all. Similar to your mother's one in all senses.

So you've passes from being a buxom vixen to another, at least apparently. This leads to other questions: what about her memories? If you can copy her brain you should have access to them, right?

"Not that I actually know how this stuff goes. Well, I'll deal with this later." With a new pass you march to the door, finding it unlocked, and you enter. You immediately hear a tv going in the living room, where you find grandma Caroline sitting on the couch. She has passed her main traits to her daughters: long blonde hair, blue eyes (only to Maddison), and last but not least a mature, curvaceous body; for a grandmother, she's quite young, having given birth at young age, and she even looks less old than she is, this meaning she seems more like an elder sister than their mother. However, as Tom, you never really paid attention, being more distracted by your immediate relatives; but now that you are here, well, you want her too. It's just now you realize that you're not going to give up easily; you thought you've gone here just for your aunt, being pretty similar to your mom, but you were wrong: an entire world of hot females is just waiting for you, and you want to experience it fully. Why would you stop yourself if no one can? Right now, this hot woman in front of you, a body that unfairly could have never be yours, for no actual reason... you simply have to own it.

-Hi honey!- She greets you cordially: -I thought I heard your car leaving!-.

-Hi, mom.- You say, a bit weirded by having called her like that: -It was Jess actually, she came here for a quick hello but had to leave.-.

-Oh.- She murmurs, surprised that she didn't visit her: -I guess she was in a hurry.- she concludes, starting to get up, but you hold her.

-Don't worry mom, stay. Indeed, let me keep you company.- You sit down next to her; you've been too harsh maybe, as she looks confused for a second, but she smiles the same: -Thank you Maddie, but I don't want to take your time.-.

This close, her eyes are almost hypnotic, you just need one movement to cover the space between you; but you want to take it slow this time, to savor it in its entirety.

-Nonsense! Can't a daughter spend her time with her loving mother?-.

-Well, if you put it like that!- She laughs, then she turns to the television. You dawdle on her, contemplating her aged profile; some freckles mark her forehead and cheek, but in a way that she looks more mature than old. In other words, she's what you usually jerk off typing "cougar" on your phone.

Before she can realize your glaring insistence, you shift your attention on the screen. Urgh, a Spanish soap! How come women like that boring nag? Yet, after ten, maybe fifteen seconds, you're captured by that bland intrigue and poor recitation more than by any blockbuster. Love, passion, weak plot, suddently it's all become interesting. You're not even sure your mother watches those things, so it must be Maddison.

Whatever it is, it's time to make your move. As she casually tilts her head, you "casually" place your hand on her soft thigh; she frowns, but her attention is once again caught by the tv. After some minutes, you lay your head on her shoulder, to which she innocently responds resting her own on yours. The "action" is at the peak and she's totally transfixed, thus you slowly move up your fingers, until you feel the skin getting warmer.

-Maddison?- She questions doubtful, straightening her head: -Could you move your hand?-.

-What? Oh gosh, I'm sorry!- You act, then stare at a random spot on her head: -Wait, you've got something in your hair.- and you brush her cutis, rapidly moving on her jowl. A bit rough, something different from yours. You wonder, what will it feel having that skin on yourself? And that face, and that shape, will it be different? Will you feel old or just... seasoned?

-Uh, what are you doing?- She says with a smile half taunted and half upset. You lean your head, admiring her milfy traits, and her expression grows in worrying.

-You know, mom,- You spell smacking your lips: -since dad left you're always here, all alone. But... you're still young enough to meet new people, and I think it would be good for you.-.

She calmly but resolutely retreats her face, leaving your fingertips to pinch the air.

-Dear, we've already discussed this. I appreciate your concern, but too little time has passed, and... and I don't think it's opportune.- You're not sure if she's referring to your proposition or to your behavior.

-Besides, I'm good as I am now, really.-.

-But mom.- You pout: -I just want you to be happy again... I understand it's too early to think about other men, but there are alternatives...- you conclude with a lecherous intonation. She's puzzled.

-What do you-

You suddenly pull your lips on hers, springing out your tongue and, with that, another piece of your goo you've previously extracted. She almost falls back, separating immediately from you, but it's too late now.

-Maddison! What-what comes into you???- An interesting choice of words. She's about to find it out, you reason to yourself. Caroline looks at you, incredulous and disgusted. You should feel ashamed for what you're doing to her, to your own grandmother, the same woman who loves you and who has filled you with gifts as a child. In a sense, you actually pity her for her fate. But deep down, you're too much enthralled by how wrong and deviated you are: you've just made your aunt, who is actually your mom, kiss her own mother like a schoolgirl at her first kiss; to quote that old film, unlimited power. Yours.

You smirk with Maddie's face, patiently waiting for her to being taken over or, who knows, something else entirely. In fact, she coughs and bends over, putting her hands around her neck.

-What-What's going-cough! He-Help me please!- She begs.

You raise your finger in front of your mouth: -Shh! Don't fight it Caroline, let it go...-.

-What? You're, you're not my daughter!- She manages to say: -What have you done to me? Who are you?-.

-Mom!- You exclaim, faking consternation: -Don't you recognize your own girl?- your voice has slightly changed so that just a common person would not have realized it. Instead, horror is painted on her visage.

-Jess? Oh my-cough-what have you done to them you monster???- She draws back, trying not to lose balance, but you can see on her face she's fainting in a minute, maybe less.

-The same thing that I'm doing to you, mom. To you and then... to the sweet Emily, when she will be back.-.

-No! Stay away!- She desperately looks for a way out, but you stand between her and the door, thus she retreats to the kitchen. You don't have to hurry, since you hear an unmistakable thump. You decide to go even further: you locate the mirror in the room and you observe your aunt's deviously smiling face morphing back into your own mother's, proofing that you can easily shapeshift only part of your body; and then, into a younger one, your hair straightening down and brightening, your lips assuming a delicate pink color and a thinner shape. You touch your cheek, just to be sure. It worked.

"Hello, cousin.".

You walk inside the kitchen, your heels clomping like the tolling of the pendulum. Caroline is lying supine, her diaphragm contracting frantically due to coughing spasms. Her eyes bulge out as she notices your hybrid, obscene form.

-You-You're the Devil! P-Please! Leave us alone!-.

-No can do, granny dearest.- You tweets with your young voice, "revealing" your true relationship with her, while placing your mature hand on your hips: -But don't worry, we will be a family closer than ever. We will be happy, I promise.-.

Tears run down Caroline's face as she makes a last, vain, attempt: -At least... at least not Emily...-.

You then position yourself on top of her, using your body to cage her helpless form. Your hair falls down on her head, and you touch her stomach trying to communicate with the goo to stop. Indeed, it quits moving. Your victim looks at you transfixed, distraught by this nightmare situation, maybe due to its impossibility she's still retaining an inch of hope.

Which you destroy with your next words.

-Au contraire, grandma. And you know what? I will use your sexy gilf body to take her!- And you smash your mouth over hers, locking her firmly to the ground. She despairingly tries to get you off, but soon her nails slip down your shoulders and fall on the tiles. Not sensing any more resistance, you interrupt your kiss and observe that she's finally passed out.

Satisfied with your work, oblivious to any scruple of conscience, you get up and shrug your neck, your mixed-age conjunction requires to be perfectioned. On the other side, just the thought of Emily's head over Maddison's body makes you feel aroused downstairs. No need to change back soon, right?

-Well, now- A strong TICK catches your attention, as you check the time in the old wall clock. Shit, it's almost time for eating, your mom will... wait, how could you forget it, you are your mom. But this doesn't change a thing, since you have to provide lunch for your family. Ugh, you wish you could have more time! All fault of those sleepyheads of your kids, Kim in particular! However, no use crying over spilled milk though. You march outside, to your car, taking the keys out of your pocket. Hm. Didn't they morph along with your clothes? Or have they shifted into themself? Now that you recall it, you have mantained your mom's phone too. How is the discriminant? Could you reproduce any object now?

Who knows. Back on track, you drive towards home, wildly singing again like a girl (which now you partially are). Pedestrians and other drivers will give you weird glances as they sight your form, not sure for the first moment if it's actually strange or just irregular, and then they won't believe their own eyes fully processing your young grimace in such a big, developed body. It's true, you would like to scream, I can be this and even more. When you arrive and park, however, you sadly have to abandon it together with your mood.

-It's been funny. Goodbye Emily.- You say to the rearview mirror, and in a second you meet your mother's well-known eyes. This trip to your aunt's turned out to be quite profitable, both for the discoveries about your powers and for, heh, the wet stain on your underpants. But now it's time to go back to family life.

Sort of.