His Mother

John, still frustrated, left his room in search of another person he could test things out on. His first thoughts went to his Mom. She was a sweet woman who worked hard for the family, and her stressful job as an office administrator often kept her at work late. Worse, she'd had both the siblings young, and a busy life was all she'd known.

He went looking for her and found her on her laptop in the small office that she and his father shared in the upstairs bedroom.

"Hey," John said, "You got a sec?"

She turned to him. She had short brown hair, and a plump face. Though John knew she'd been extremely attractive in her day, she'd gained some weight over the years, all of it in the wrong places. She was still dressed for business in a pencil skirt, blouse and hose.

"Sure. What can I do for you?" She asked with a patient smile.

He walked up and sat down in front of her, reaching out to touch her hand.

"I just wanted to say that you're slim and sexy and you drive Dad wild." He said.

She sat in front of him, favoring him with her pretty face, a strand of her waist length blonde hair drifting in front of her eyes. Her blouse was tight, strained by her plentiful DD breasts. She stood and put her hands on her hips, stomping the foot one of one of her long, perfect legs.

"That is not appropriate, young man!" She said sternly, "Your father would not approve."

What had he been thinking? His mother was a total MILF. Why did he try something that was so sure to upset her. He felt a flash of irritation and frustration, but tried to get himself under control. Would he do something rash, out of anger? Calm himself and try to give her a less stressful life? He'd even been thinking about maybe making her look or act younger to give her a taste of the life she missed out on.