A quick look into Melissa's perspective.

Melissa casually wrung more shampoo and cum from her hair as the shower poured hot water down onto her curvy figure.

She never suspected that a quarter-gallon of cum would be so hard to wash out of her hair and off of her body.

Thankfully, Mike mostly came on her body, but removing the considerable amount that became caked into her long brunette hair was a tedious task.

Not to mention, her big jiggly tits were just as troublesome.

She didn't care that Mike had apparently given them to her with his magic device, but she wasn't a huge fan of them, and would rather not have two weighty watermelons pulling her around each time her body made a move. They were so full that they looked almost fake, but they were anything but. The jiggle-factor was outrageous, the overall heightened sensitivity was annoyingly pleasant, and the way Mike was manhandling them as his massive cock pumped between them was, well...

Words couldn't describe just how fucking hot it was, Melissa thought to herself.

It wasn't because of the fact that Mike, her own son, was the one fucking her giant tits. And no, it wasn't the act itself, either. She didn't care about those things in the least.

It was because of how her body felt during the ordeal.

Even though she didn't care that Mike was the one responsible for it, every single fiber of his inexperienced touch was electrifying. She felt so relaxed during it all, even when he was flooding her throat with cum. Somewhere back in two opposing corners within the furthest reaches of her mind, part of her wished that he had done something like that sooner, the other part knew that what happened was an unforgivable taboo, but ultimately...

Melissa didn't care if something like that ever happened again, but if he were standing right next to her in the shower at that moment, she could see herself pushing up against him, grinding her tingling pussy against the insanely thick shaft of his throbbing young cock, ready to have Mike try his best to stuff it inside of her.

[ ALL COMMANDS ENTERED INTO THE DEVICE UP TO THIS POINT ARE NOW NOTICEABLE. ]

Melissa suddenly shivered, and in doing so, she admittedly wouldn't mind if her breasts were a little smaller. Or lighter, at least. Of course, she didn't care if Mike ever returned them to their original size, but the vibration resulting from her body's brief spasm reminded her of just how heavy her big, bouncy-...

Wait, Melissa thought to herself as she began to stare straight forward into the shower wall.

The fact that she didn't care about such a thing was strange in itself, she suddenly realized.

Not just that, but... everything.

She suddenly knew that she should care if Mike had turned her modest mounds into a wrack that any pornstar would have to pay a fortune for. She was aware that she should care that Mike had a device that could do God-knows-what if it could give her big tits, not to mention the absolute weapon of a cock that the short teen had given himself and was was wielding around like a giant toy. And she more than understood now that what Mike had done to her mere minutes ago was something that a mother and son should never do, and that she should feel mortified and disgusted by the act.

But why didn't she care?

Just as panic began to set in, it faded just as quickly as she realized that her apathetic disposition towards Mike was likely because he made that happen with his strange device.

Which was also strange, but because he was the one responsible, it removed any and all sense of her emotion towards the situation altogether.

That probably wasn't-...

No, that definitely wasn't a good thing...

However, Melissa simply didn't care.

Gazing down at her mammoth tits as the shower water rained down on them, the sexy bombshell of a mother felt as though she'd lost some kind of war before it'd even been waged, almost immediately accepting the fact that Mike was going to be using her body like the fetish doll it resembled for the foreseeable future.

Just then, she heard the shower door slide open behind her.

Once she turned around and saw Mike enter, her crotch became alive with activity in ways she could never have imagined.