Shaun picks your mom

"Dude, I know who to pick." Shaun snatched the book away from you and picked up a nearby pencil. "If this did work, it'd be awesome." He chuckled as he scrawled a name on the supposedly magic pages of this book. It was odd that the muddy, ruined cover seemed perfectly clean and dry, but you had more pressing matters to attend to as your friend went stiff before crumpling like a heavy sack of beans.

"Shit! Shaun are you ok?" You rushed to your friend's side and laid him out in a less painful position. You pulled open his eye lids, seeing no focus in his vision, though his heart and breathing were steady. You relaxed a little and rose back to your feet. Immediately you noticed the book, placed almost purposefully front and center on the table. You approached it tepidly, like a dog discovering an electric fence and confirming the initial shock. You finally mustered the courage to pick it up, feeling nothing unusual about the cool leather binding. You opened up the tome, looking for the explanation Shaun had found.

"Is everything ok, sweetie?" Came a melodious voice from deeper within the house. Your mom was home today; you saw her in the kitchen this morning cleaning, and she seemed to still be in the middle of it when she came to check on you. A smudged apron was cinched tightly above her wide hips, accentuating the pudgy hourglass figure she still possessed even after three children. She kept herself fit with the family's home gym, earning her MILF status among your friends and classmates. She looked like an older version of Luca though with a major personality rewrite. The apron covered a soft cotton top and gym shorts, probably planning a workout after cleaning. She was pulling off a pair of yellow, rubber cleaning gloves with a look of maternal concern. "Oh my goodness, is Shaun ok?" She flounced to her knees next to him, placing a concerned hand to his chest, stroking his torso oddly.

"I think he is." You stuttered, afraid to try explaining how a magic book may have killed your friend. You mom was hunched over Shaun intently looking him over. She seemed very worried about him, but when her hand started gliding past Shaun's belt to his soft bulge, you get confused. "Mom, what the hell are you doing?"

"I just think if I fuck Shaun, he'll be ok. Quick, start filming this." She lewdly smirked as she fondled one of her heavy tits while bringing your friend to full arousal. Why was she acting so weird? She broke into laughter when she saw your confusion. "Dude, it's me! The book worked." Your mom rose to her feet, standing awkwardly, like she wasn't quite used to her proportions; her shoulders sunk in from the unfamiliar weight of her chest. She reached for the book, oblivious to how her tight shorts were riding up her crack and exposing her fat ass. "See, I wrote your mom's name, and now I'm her." You took the book from her hand, seeing 'Callie Bryan' scrawled in your friend's handwriting. You looked up in disbelief as your mom played with her boobs like she just discovered them. "These look even better from this angle." She practically drooled on herself.