Blessed

"Terry!" Natalie called from the kitchen, "Your timer went off, and I don't want supper to burn!"

The sound of heels on hardwood pulled the matriarch's eyes to the ceiling. It annoyed her how much she had to supervise him, ensuring that his chores around the house didn't slip. It used to be so simple. When Terry's father had handed him over to Natalie's custody, they were still young and could focus so much more on what was important. She'd used him to sire two amazing children, assigned him tasks around the house, even gotten him a job outside the home to help him not get bored. The only annoying thing in those days had been the fact that his breasts were so much bigger than her own, that he stretched out the tops that she let him wear.

Things had changed, though. Against all odds, Terry had made a friend. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, he had begun to ask to go out and see a man from work, a small blond man with long eyelashes and a penchant for leopard print dresses. Add that to the streaming channel Tabby had opened for her father in order to make some money, and Terry's attention was quite divided!

It wasn't all bad, though. With Terry working on other things, Natalie had more time to spend with her man, her son, Tim. Back when Tim was a boy, Natalie had allowed Terry to fill roles in her life that he hadn't really been suited for. Sure, he had a nice rack, a great ass, and beautiful face, but he was no Tim. He had no leadership, no authority, nothing that took him out of "nice body" territory to "what a man" territory. Transitioning him into his new role, more akin to a servant, a subordinate, made so much more sense. And he had seemed happier at the change, too. Who could blame him? Their son, Tim, was stepping into his rightful place, and Terry didn't have to stress about knowing what to do anymore. The family gave him instruction, creating a stress free world.

The biggest and most pleasant change was that Natalie's clothes weren't getting ruined anymore! It was the strangest thing. All of a sudden, probably a shipping error or a problem with their A.I., but a bunch of clothing retailers started shipping her new outfits. At least once-a-week, sometimes multiple times per week, she would arrive home from work to find packages on the front step of the house. Each was addressed to her, each held a new article of clothing. Even stranger was that none of it fit her! It was far too big in the chest and ass, far too thin in the waist, and obviously cut for a woman much shorter than she was. Natalie had called the stores to point out the error, but it all seemed legitimately paid for and selected for her. In the eyes of the retailers, these clothes belonged to Natalie Thompson.

Some of the outfits were downright scandalous. Sure, there were panties and bras, skirts and blouses, some sized incorrectly, but stylishly could have been something she would have worn, but the others...

Cat ears with a tail attached to a butt plug.

Seven French maid outfits, each more skimpy than the last.

Schoolgirl costumes.

Aprons emblazoned with sayings like, "Got Meat? I Can't Wait to Put it in my Mouth!", and "My Oven's Hot! Stick it in Me!"

It went on and on, and the boxes accumulated. Finally, when Natalie was about to throw it all in the back of her car to take to the dump, she heard Terry's voice in her closet.

"Natalie," he was whining in that girlish voice of his, "Do you think I could borrow your black cocktail dress? I want to look good for Tabby's stream tonight."

The penny dropped.

"No you may not," Natalie said, "But I have a better idea."

No more stretched out blouses. No more split seams. All of her new clothes fit Terry perfectly! It was almost as if, even though the idea was completely absurd, they had been ordered for him specifically. Whatever the strange circumstance that had led to the solution, Natalie wasn't complaining.

"Sorry, Natalie," Terry mewled as he wiggled into the room, dressed like Harley Quinn from those Suicide Squad movies. He pulled the sucker from his mouth and moved to the stove, "I was practicing for tonight's stream. Tabby was so happy, she says that she has good news for Tim!"

“We’ll whatever the news it, it can wait,” Natalie said firmly, “I will not stand for you letting your chores slip.”

“Yes ma’am,” Terry said, curtseying with an invisible skirt, then rushing to the stove to salvage dinner.

Natalie left the kitchen, glad to have set Terry back on his natural course. Whatever he had been cooking, it smelled divine. And while she might be upset, she might feel more generous after she enjoys the meal. Terry’s cooking had the ability to turn her mood, it often had. Perhaps she’d even give him the night off to see his little friend, that is if Tabby was done with him.

Tabby’s project, the streaming site that seemed to always be evolving, had really taken off of late. Masturbation, exercise, make-up tutorials, even fashion shows were all in the rotation. Now that Tabby and Tim had finally admitted their feelings about each other and had begun living as lovers, Natalie didn’t know how the girl had the energy to keep up with it all.

But she did. Natalie’s daughter was dedicated. Once she began a task, she saw it through. And a task for Tim, even more so.

Speaking of Tim, where was that man of hers? He had plenty of girlfriends to keep him busy, but Natalie had been sure that he would be home that night to show his two girls how much he cared about them. She had even gone to the store to pick up new strap-on for him to suck while he made love to his sister. If he came home soon, Natalie thought they might even have time for a quickie before dinner.

Yes, family was important, and Natalie had never felt closer to hers. How she’d ended up being so lucky, so blessed, to have a family that was so close, that worked so well together, that fit together in such a perfect, wholesome way, she would never know. Whatever the reason, be it chance or be it karma, Natalie Thompson knew that she should be thankful.

And she was.