Knock on the front door

Heart racing, you climb the steps to the front porch. Your mind is careening out of control, filled with images of Michael's mother, April. Tall, flowing brown hair, bouncing butt, and of course full, all-natural breasts... She was beautiful when you first met her in middle school, and hasn't aged a day since. You can't wait to see her, and if all of this is truly happening...

You take a deep breath and knock, but your hand is so shaky and limp that you barely make a sound.

You steel yourself, clearing your throat and straightening your back. You were just teleported here! The chances of all this being bullshit are shrinking by the moment. so get in there and have some fun, dammit!

You knock again, this time with more success. You hear footsteps, then the door unlocking. It opens to reveal Michael, who smiles when he sees you.

"Hey, John! How's it going, man?"

"Good," you reply, continuing to gain confidence. "You busy? I was...uh, around, so I thought I'd come see if you want to hang out."

"Sure thing, I've got a few hours. Come on in." With that he waves you inside, leading you to a well-furnished living room. You know it well from the many hours you've spent playing video games on his big flat-screen TV, making occasional trips to the adjoining kitchen for junk food. Not much has changed over the years; a bowl of chips is on the coffee table, some game or other sits paused on the screen, Michael's mom is kneeling on the floor in front of the couch, completely nude...

Wait.

You stand awestruck, taking in the sight. It's definitely April, and she's definitely naked. This isn't the woman you remember, though. Her hair is blonde, her lips are plump, and her breasts are even bigger and rounder than before. As you stare at her new, obviously fake rack, you notice a trickle of white fluid running down them, dripping slowly onto the wood floor, where a small puddle is forming.

As you stand in the doorway like a deer in headlights, Mike slides past you and sits on the couch in front of his mother, picking up a controller with one hand and unzipping his fly with the other.

"John’s here. You don't mind making some extra lunch for him, do you?" he says, looking down at her.

She leans back, seeing you in the doorway. "Of course not," she says, smiling. "Hi, John! How are you doing?" While she talks, she reaches into Mike's pants and takes out his flaccid member, stroking it gently.

"I'm...fine," you stammer back. There's no doubt now; none of this has been a trick. April, and presumably any large-breasted woman, is free for any man to use...even her son. "Have you...er...done something with your hair?" By the looks of things, Mike's dad has been spending more than a little money on his wife's appearance.

"Yes, thank you!" She beams, quickening her hand as Mike's cock hardens. The movement causes more of the semen, presumably Mike's, to drip off of her tits and onto the floor. "Peter got bored of regular 'ol blonde, I guess, so he got me to go platinum. I got my lips done too, they were shrinking a little. What do you think?" The moment she finishes speaking, Mike takes one hand off his controller and places it on the back of her head, pulling her towards his groin. She readily accepts his entire length into her mouth, her full pink lips bobbing up and down on his cock while she maintains eye contact with you, waiting for an answer.

"Uh... I like them. You look great," you say, feeling the crotch of your jeans getting tighter by the moment. Your growing boner only intensifies as you hear her respond with a mumbled "Thhmmnphank you!"—this accompanied with her continued eye contact towards you makes it clear: she's so accustomed to servicing men that she's developed a knack for talking while sucking on cock, and that's something that you find a bit too hot for words.

For a split second you worry about her and Mike seeing your erection, before realizing the ridiculousness of that concern—his eyes back on the game as he simply waits for you to sit down.