Ur mom (seriously)

Before you can react, your door swings open and standing in the frame is your mother, Miranda Williams. She is greeted by the new tall and muscular you and some stranger girl with a swollen gut on a bed that wasn't in your room the last time she checked. "What the hell? Who in the world are you two and where's my son at?!" You briefly panic until you remember something you gave yourself, then everything stops.

You had forgotten you gave yourself control over time so you took a moment to breathe. This didn't look good, 'How am I going to get myself out of this one?' Quickly, you forge alibis for Amina and yourself. 'Amina is a family friend staying with us because her parents passed away recently and she needs a place to stay at until an aunt of hers can get her house ready; it's normal for us to have sex; no one will be freaked out by my new appearance and it will be believed to be some kind of second puberty that comes in random times throughout certain peoples lives and rapidly changes them; this is not an unusual occurrence and people will only react with surprise rather than fear when I change them; my newly acquired wealth will be thought of as having won the lottery recently although no one will remember which one I won; everyone will treat me the same as before learning of my new money.'

They may not be the best cover-ups you could've made, but you believe for the time being that you are safe, so you unpause time. Your mom resumes speaking "Oh! Sorry, Riley, I didn't realize you and Amina were ummm..." She looks away, blushing, embarrassed to have walked in on her son after he just had sex. "But wow look at you, it seems that second puberty hit you really hard!" Her eyes start at your face before trailing downwards. She lingers on your half hard member which is still visibly wet and has a droplet of cum coming from the tip. She stares for a little too long to just be a cursory glance at your new form before snapping back up. "Oh my, it seems that you got um, lucky, with your changes... Amina too, you both were fortunate to have yours so young." She seems to believe that she never got a second growth spurt and jealously eyes Amina and her body. "Well, you two should get dressed and come down for breakfast soon, otherwise you won't make it to school."

"We will mom don't worry," You respond. With a nod she leaves your room, closing the door behind her, but not before stealing another glance between your legs.

You make Amina's cum ballooned belly disappear before shooing her away to her new room in the house that comes with clothing and decorations that fit her. You reach into your closet and pull out one of your favorite shirts, a worn out and dull red t-shirt whose design on the front had long since peeled away. It was a present from your late father, nearly five years ago. Evidently you hadn't done much growing since then. You attempt to put it on but you realize that it just won't fit. 'I wish that any clothing I try to put of will stretch or shrink to fit me comfortably.' And with that, the shirt that had been struggling to fit your arm through a sleeve now stretches around you perfectly. You then pull out a pair of navy blue slacks that amazingly manage to fit your package. Your sack makes the front of your pants a bit packed, but otherwise fine. Your dick, however, can be seen snaking its way down your right pant leg, only really noticeable if you stare.

With that, you leave your room and head downstairs to the kitchen where Amina is somehow already there with a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her dressed in a brown open back cami top and tight, white yoga pants that accentuate her big round ass. Your mom hears your approach down the stairs and turns around to greet you, "You finally made it down! Bacon or sausage?"

"Sausage please." You take a look at your mom to appraise her looks.

Today, just like every other day, Miranda Williams is dressed in an open grey blazer with a white button up underneath and a business skirt. She works at a big tech company in an upper management position which pays very well, if not obvious from you two (three now) being able to live in a relatively large two story house on essentially one paycheck. Even in her late 50's she was quite the looker but being a single parent for half a decade had certainly taken its toll. She has olive skin and long brown hair that ends mid-back, although it is currently done up in a bun. She has split ends, her hair has lost its luster, and is getting thinner every month. Her cup size is a DD, almost E, her ass is large, and her hips are wide, but everything has begun to sag and wrinkles are showing in her cheeks. Clearly your mom's age is finally leaking through. Around when you hit puberty, she was even hotter and many a night you would lie in bed, jerking yourself to mental images of your mother. Now you imagine the many acts you could perform with her since taboo would no longer be an issue for her or anyone else.

You finish fantasizing and take a seat next to Amina who leans into your ear. "I saw that look you gave your mother Riley, what kind of nasty thoughts are going through that perverted head of yours?"

You glance at her and respond with, "Wouldn't you like to know. I just think you're interested in the prospect of joining us."

She lets out a small chuckle at this. "I think you know me too well already, master~" That last word excites you.

Out of nowhere your mom speaks up. "Sweetie, how do you want your eggs?"

"Sunny side up please," you respond.

Your mom says "Alright, I guess scrambled eggs for me!" You reply in your head, 'Maybe I'll scramble your eggs later.'

Soon after, your mom comes back to the table carrying two plates. The rest of breakfast is enjoyable, full of small talk and laughs. Amina really does make the morning better as you and your mom haven't had a morning like this in a while.

After you all finish up and put your plates in the sink, everyone gets ready to leave. You all grab your bags and head for the door, but you pause time while walking. It's time to give your mom a second shot at life.