Lower

He should stop.

But he did not want to.

Rahul remembered his father ranting about his generation, especially about women. He was particularly outspoken on women's place in marriage.

"I am the man of the house; you follow my rules. You act like you wanted women to act submissive and demure." His father's hands were clasped in front, and she bowed her head. That submissive pose from such a beautiful woman sent shivers down his spine.

He could do anything; he had already dominated his father, but then his eyes turned towards his mother, who was working in the kitchen. He looked at her and did not like what he was seeing.

Her body was showing signs of age, and she had also let go of her body.

"Mom, come here." He ordered.

"Son, I still have work to do. Can it wait?" She replied.

"All the work is done. You are free for the rest of the day." He said.

"What is it, son?"

"You look like a woman half your age." She began de-aging in front of him. "You have large breasts and a similar ass but a tight waist." She began transforming.

"You are hot, Mom." He commented.

"Rahul! That is not something a son should say to his mother." She scolded him, but he merely smiled.

"You don't mind me calling you hot, Mom. After all, you had been trying to make me notice you. After Dad's surgery, you wanted male attention and settled for me." She lowered her face in shame.

"I am so sorry, Rahul. I know it is wrong." She apologized.

"No need to apologize, Mom. You like my attention. No, you love it. You love me, not only as a son but also as a wife loves her husband."

She looked up and gave him a smoldering look. "Come here, Mom." He pulled her into his arms and began kissing her. She kissed him back. He put his hands on her ass and began groping it. Her breasts smooshed into his chest. She put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him tightly, deepening their kiss. He pushed his tongue against her lips, and she eagerly opened her mouth.

He pulled her back towards the recliner that his father favored. She fell on top of him but did not break the kiss. Rahul began grinding his erection against her. She finally broke the kiss and gave him a smile.

Rahul wondered about his parents' sex life. Was it vanilla? Considering his parents, it most probably was.

"Do you watch porn, Mom?"

"Rahul!" She playfully slapped his shoulders. "Of course not, I never liked those women selling their bodies on media for money."

"Of course not, Mum. You have read the Kama Sutra. You have always wanted to try the things in there. But Dad always looked like a little girl, no matter the age. You have repressed sexual urges." As soon as Rahul said that, he felt himself shifting, transforming.

He saw his father transform into a woman that would not look out of place in his class.

But he felt himself transform too. His height lowered, and he felt his body becoming more feminine. He began panicking. At least half of his genetics came from his father, and it seemed like any retroactive change in his father would change him too.

"Dad was always a tall, masculine man before his surgery!!" He shouted in panic. He immediately felt himself transforming again. He ran towards the bathroom mirror to check himself.

He sighed in relief when he found himself back in his body. Perhaps a bit more muscular and better endowed, but back in his body.