Mom

She had been in a hurry, and was running down the hallway towards the stairs when John suddenly stepped out of his room right in front of her. There hadn't even been time for her to let out a yell before they collided. Fortunately, they didn't fall down the staircase, but caught on the railing on the top step, thus leaving them both with only minor bruising, rather than severe injury.

Tangled as they were, John realized that he had run into his 35 year old mother. Her paunch was gone, her previously sagging Ds now high and prominent, a fact John could make out because her conservative dress had been replaced by a tied off blouse (clearly with nothing underneath) and a pair of short-shorts. Her somewhat limp brown hair was now full and nicely styled, and she had a small amount of tastefully applied makeup on.

She also seemed to be taking the fact that one of his hands had landed on her right breast and the other was up against her cunt (though on the outside of her shorts) much better than he imagined she would have before that wish.

"John, you have to be more careful," She said, making no move to remove his hands or scold him for the inappropriate contact. "You can't just run out into the hallway like that. If we'd gone down the stairs, we could have gotten seriously hurt."