His mother.

Matt turned around to see his mother standing in the stairwell. She looked spooked as she said. “John?” Hearing his mother call him his dead father’s name he realized he must look close to how his father did before he died. He could not really remember his dad since he had died when Matt was five.

Serra could not believe it. Her husband who had been dead for over fifteen years was standing in her home and he looked even better then she remembered. She felt her pussy get wet as she thought of all the things she had dreamed about if she could ever be with him again. “John how are you alive. I saw your body.” Shaking her head, she said. “I must be dreaming.”

Looking at his mother Matt felt a little sad as he said. “Mom it’s me Matt.” He was a little surprised when his voice came out as a rich baritone and sounded nothing like what it used to.

Serra shook her head saying. “That cant be.” Getting closer she noticed his eyes were blue instead of grey and asked. “Is that really you?” She hoped not her body was telling her that it wanted to ride the man to as many orgasms as he could give her.

“Yeah it’s me mom. Something happened to me at the lab this morning.” Matt said trying to ignore the lust filled looks his mother was giving him.

Serra moved closer and she realized she did not really care if he was her son, she wanted him to fuck her no matter what. As she got within arm’s reach Matt noticed her intent and had to make a choice.