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Ruth stood there in the kitchen, all thoughts of cleaning up the bedroom and relocking the office gone as she brushed her thumb left and right, the images on the screen flashing back and forth. Each image was of an enormously sexy person, male, female, or sometimes other, each oozing sexuality the moment she saw them. Staring at the screen, she felt her body heating up again, and she was considering heading back to get another bout of masturbation in before clearing up Donald's office. That's when the metaphorical car ran off the metaphorical cliff. She heard the front door open and slam, blind unreasoning panic tearing through her as she realized whether it was her husband back almost seven hours early from work, or her son coming back from his college dorm room, either way they were going to see her standing there in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a top, her pussy still red and moist from the head-smashing orgasm she'd had. She froze like a deer in the headlights of a speeding big-rig, and that's when her life was saved by the twitch of her right thumb. Without realizing it, she pressed the transform button.

A warm rush of erotic tension ran through her, and for a moment her vision blurred. When it recovered, Ruth knew immediately something was very wrong. For one thing, she seemed taller, and fuller, and very very...erect? Spinning in place, she realized she was fully dressed in tight denim jeans and a thin white muscle shirt. Her forearms were thick, the skin ebony, tattoos scrawling up the arms. Her reflection in the mirror told her she was now a six-foot-plus black man, her head bald, her chin defined by a strong square jaw and an immaculately trimmed goatee. Before she could even take it in, she heard the click of heels as her daughter May strolled in, freshly home from a shift at the local convenience store where she worked as a cashier. As Ruth rocked her brain trying to come up with an answer for what had happened, she saw the look of shock and then terror cross May's face as the girl realized a strange black man was standing in the kitchen.

May backed up, her hands up, looking like she was going to break for the door. "Who are you? What are you doing?" she gasped, grabbing her cell phone from her purse.

"Plumber," Ruth blurted, realizing her voice was also deep and infinitely masculine. "Your mother Ruth called me in to check the pipes."

May's face went from frightened to suspicious immediately. "My dad is such a cheap-skate, he would never pay a plumber to check anything if it broke."

Ruth stifled an involuntary laugh, knowing her step-daughter was right. "Hey, it's cool, it's cool." A sudden evil thought shot through her like a lightning bolt. If it's good for the goose, she imagined. For the first time, she saw May from another's eyes, and to be honest this body was REALLY liking what it saw. She felt her massive cock twitch as she took in May's short dark hair, the pixie cut and dark eye-liner making her look gothic, accentuating her thin cheekbones, the curve of her rack (why did I call it a rack?) highlighting the thin tight belly and the sweet, sweet plunge of her mound down and under to the dusky cleft Ruth suddenly knew had to be under her step-daughter's mini-skirt. From there, the long thin legs capped off by the white knee-high stockings and Doc Martin boots were just icing on the cake. "Can you keep a secret, darlin'?" Ruth said, affecting a non-chalant and relaxed posture, leaning back against the kitchen table.

May looked even more suspicious, if that were possible. Her cell phone in her hand, May scowled at him, her green eyes flashing. "I have 911 on speeddial, asshole," she growled.

Ruth laughed out loud, a deep chuckle which echoed in the kitchen. "You don't need to do that, sugar," s/he said, making a show of sitting down and relaxing. "i was supposed to meet your mom uptown at a little hotel for a- private conversation."

May bought it, hook line and sinker. "Oh, my God," she gushed excitedly. "I knew she'd do it some day!"

Ruth felt uncomfortable, slightly upset. "What, you think you're momma's a cheater?"

May waved her hand, grinning. "She should have done it years ago," she laughed. "My stupid dad has been fucking around on her for years. Hell, my brother found out when he was thirteen and Dad started banging his baby-sitter."

"Really?" Ruth's now-manly chest didn't hide the tightening in her heart at finding out she was the only one not to know about her husband's infidelities. A wicked part of her wanted to blurt out Donald's private hobby for his daughter to hear. "You laughin' at her, then?"

May shook her head furiously, sitting down in the chair next to Ruth, leaning in and placing a hand on Ruth's new male forearm. The touch made Ruth feel an unfamiliar heavy sensation in her balls, her cock twitch-twitch-twitching. "No way," she whispered even though they were the only two in the room. "Ruthie is fucking adorable. She's everything my birth mom isn't. Shit, it was looking at her sweet ass cooking breakfast every morning that made me realize I was bi." She winked at Ruth, who saw her own strong black face and beard reflected in May's glasses. "I bet she's a minx in the sack, huh?"

Ruth coughed. In the six years she had raised the kids, she had never heard either of them curse, not once. She'd never even talked to them about sex, let alone heard May be so frank about it. "Baby, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."

"Oh, that's too bad," May said, voice playful. "I like a good hot story. My name's May."

"Rufus," Ruth answered, looking on in shock as May leaned back and made a very obvious display for the black man she just met. Stretching her arms up, she leaned back, forcing her perfect tits to strain against the fabric of her tee-shirt, the stiffness of both her nipples clear. There was no way to hide his cock anymore, it was too hard, too big, practically bursting out of his clothes. May's eyes locked onto his crotch, and, licking her lips, she slid forward in her chair, an eager kitten mesmerized by the black snake hardening to life in Ruth's pants.

"Gee, Rufus," May said, voice husky. "I see why Ruth wants a private conversation with you. I'll bet it takes ten minutes just to uncoil that thing from your leg."

"May-" Ruth started, intending to stop this before it went too far. Instead, what she said, in a voice not her own, was: