A Day For A View

Matt spent a good two hours going around the internet before lunch, then joined his family downstairs, still hoping for something to more to happen. However, lunch was also completely normal, so at last Matt figured today must be eye candy and nothing else. While it wasn't exactly BAD, it was tame compared to the previous days. Sarah took the twins and Brian to their club activities. no one bothering to change despite the low temperature and remains of snow on the ground, and no one displaying any difficulty walking despite the insane heels, not to mention the hall closet just didn't seem to exist anymore). Clair's friend (and Brandon's former girlfriend) Samantha came over to hang (as the Cook house was both larger and better equipped with games than hers), her tight body seemingly unchanged but packed in a definitely not regulation skin tight, midriff-baring nun outfit that would have caused a porn director to admit he was oversexualizing women, complete with headdress covering only some of her now knee length bright red hair. Matt almost hoped some threesome action might occur, but they were just like always, poking fun at each other and generally having a good time as they played around. He got pulled in as player 4 for a few games, giving him a chance to ogle Sam and enjoy her clearly outlined apple sized breast with perpetually and obviously hard nipples on the tip, but nothing more.

When Sarah got back, she followed up on her threat to have Matt do housework (he complained that it was just him and not Clair, but she countered that Clair had guests), which to his disappointment meant helping her clean the bathroom. The only upside was apparently another thing that didn't occur to anyone was to not get wet, as while he did the floor Sarah someone managed to thoroughly soak herself, not minding that this made her already skimpy clothing completely invisible... In fact they actually melted, leaving her totally naked, huge breasts shaking like an earthquake, up and down, as she scrubbed the shower, her tight ass and bare cunt pointed somehow conveniently right at Matt when she knelt down to do the tub, tits shaking all the time.

And then Matt slipped on the wet floor and fell onto her, knocking her down into the tub, somehow ending up with his face buried in her cunt. "I'm sorry, are you ok?" Matt yelped recoiling with the taste of her juices still on his tongue.

"Be more careful young man! Someone could have been hurt," she replied, mildly annoyed but nowhere near as much as she should have been. Matt was very surprised for a second, but she picked herself up and went back to scrubbing. Nonplussed, Matt thought for a second and then, making sure he was positioned to claim an accident if he needed to, reached out a hand as if to pick himself up by the side of the tub, but instead intentionally missed and landed on her ass. Sarah continued cleaning, oblivious, as his hand first rested, then kneaded her ass. Matt worked up some courage and slid down to her cunt, then with still no reaction to either his hand or the fact he wasn't standing up (his excuse would be out the window by this point) and thrust a couple fingers into her. Aside from not moving away from him, she kept cleaning , her scrubbing thrusting her back and forth on his hand, with no reaction to his hand moving inside her. Matt jammed his fingers in harder, back and forth, hard enough to make smacking sounds, and while her felt her moisten considerably in response she didn't acknowledge he actions at all , even as he was pushing her forward.

Matt grinned. He pulled his hand out of her cunt and moved up behind her, leaning over her and reaching around to grab her immense swinging jugs. They were soft but firm, allowing him to sink into them oh so pleasantly, feeling the weight of them as they hung there, pushing them in so they squished so sexily past his hands. Still she kept cleaning, actually going over the same place again as she couldn't move on with him holding her, but not seeming to mind.

Matt couldn't take it anymore; he reached down and released his rock hard cock from where his tight pants had been imprisoning it all day. Before today his mother had been someone he wouldn't have wanted to fuck even given the chance, but now she was just the kind of MILF he wished she had been and which he had dreamed about while watching porn, so he grabbed himself and aimed it in, resting himself on her lips and letting her cleaning motions push him inside her. She didn't even breathe harder, just continuing to clean, using his thrusts to move her to a new location but not responding at all to her son buried to the hilt inside her. Matt reached around and grabbed her tits again, pulling her against him as he thrust into her hard, over and over again. For her part she acted like she was just sitting up to examine the tub floor, looking for missed spots. Matt was out of control, pounding in and out of her, mauling her tits, loud slaps echoing not just in the room but throughout the house, since the door was open.

Matt was so into it he didn't even notice his father come in to blow his nose, not reacting to his wife being pounded by his son in the tub. "Are you almost done?" he asked casually, which is when Matt froze on the instroke, his head whipping around as he noticed someone else was there.

"Just a bit more to do, and Matt needs to finish the floor, then we'll be done," his mom replied completely normally.

"I'll let you get back to it, then," he replied, throwing away his tissue and leaving. Matt was so turned on he pulled out and thrust back in so hard he lifted up his mother as he came deep inside of her, pulse after pulse, cum overflowing out of her and onto the tub. At last he let her go, pulling out of her, and she just leaned right back down and resumed scrubbing, going after the cum that had leaked like it was any other stain. "Hurry and finish the floor, honey," she said to Matt as he sat behind her breathing hard. "I'm sure your father needs to use the room."

Despite this, she didn't say anything further to him as he kept sitting there, watching his cum drip out of her, idly noting that his dick was completely clean. After a minute the cum seemed to stop dripping and start flowing, covering her crotch and darkening until she had on some bright red panties, her cunt lips still visible through them. As he watched red fabric seemed to appear over the edges of her breasts, as though flowing out of her unseen cleavage, spreading and tightening, lifting her bosom while not really restraining it too much but pulling it inward, toward a more normal size but still big, muscles appearing over her body as she finished the tub and stood up, now looking like a female MMA fighter in sexy lingerie. "Honestly if you are this tired just from a bit of mopping you need to go to the gym more," she commented, giving Matt an arch look. "We'll be hitting the gym tomorrow, no excuses. Hurry up!!" Matt jumped to his feet and resumed mopping, realizing whatever grace period he had gotten was over and not wanting to get in trouble.

She washed her hands and put away the cleaning supplies Matt wasn't using, then for some reason threw the towel over her shoulders. It draped over her for a second, then lengthened, splitting and thickening, wrapping around her arms and spreading down her legs, changing color and texture until she had on a thick coat, open at the front, and pants, not zipped up, so her lingerie was still visible, with markings identifying her as a very improperly dressed firefighter, looking straight off one of those firefighter calendar girls loved, if those had partially dressed females fighters instead of male ones. Matt had been mopping on autopilot as he watched this, and realized he was done.

"Remember, gym tomorrow. No excuses," she put in again, leaving him to put things away, grabbing a firefighting helmet that had appeared on the door hook as she left. As she did, he contemplated the implications.

"I could use the room," his father put in, seeming to not mind that Matt had been giving it to his wife a few minutes ago right in front of him, nor that she had changed into almost a different person right in front of him, nor that Matt hadn't actually put away his dick, which was standing hard and long sticking out of his pants. Matt vacated the room, already thinking of the implications.