Your mother, alone

Turning around, you see your mother entering the shop... Only this isn't the same woman who kissed your cheek and bid you farewell on the doorstep a fortnight ago. That woman didn't have such a trim waist, or such firm, high breasts. Nor was she dressed in a tiny skirt, a strip of cloth, and nothing else.

Her face remains largely the same, though younger than you remember. Her wrinkles are gone, and instead she looks rosy-cheeked and full of life. It was as if somebody had taken a painting of her and hastily brushed over it, turning a middle aged woman into a young maiden.

There are a few inconsistencies, however. Her dark, wavy hair is still streaked with grey, and the skin of her hands and feet still show the signs of middle age. The contrast between young and old is mildly unsettling, even more so since you remember the old version.

“Oh, Jordan! You're back!” She flounces over to you and pulls you into an embrace, pressing her stunning new body against yours. You can't help but fixate on the feeling of her newly-firmed breasts on your chest. As you wrap an arm around her awkwardly, resting your hand on the bare skin of her back, your breath quickens. Your father looks away, embarrassed.

You don't know what to say... How to act... What to do! While you are of course used to viewing women as sexual outlets to be used as needed, you'd never have thought your own mother would become one! This could be hard to adjust to... Hard is the appropriate word, too. Glancing down into your mother's deep cleavage, you're ashamed to feel an erection forming in your pants. Your reaction isn't unreasonable - apart from the rough, aged skin on her hands and feet, she's a stunning young vixen.

The moment you fixate on the imperfections, her skin seems to writhe and stretch taught. A youthful glow returns to her pallid hands and feet, completing the image of an alluring young maiden. Your mother steps back from the embrace, raises her hands in front of her face and stares at them in bewilderment.

"Well, that's strange", your father comments.

"Uh... What do you mean?" you reply, wringing your hands. All of this is strange to you.

"The few times I've managed to see your mother in the past few days, the changes have always been more gradual," he explains. "Only time I've seen a woman change that fast is when a sorcerer is actively working on one."

"That's... Interesting. How gradual?"

"Well, I think the spell was designed to change her slowly enough that everyone gets an... Erm... An input. Into her. Her looks, I mean," he stutters. "A crowd pleaser that anybody would be happy to, well... To use. You know." Your poor father looks somewhat embarrassed about discussing his wife with you in this way. While many men have their whole lives to grow used to their wives being the whole town's cum dump, your mother was never particularly attractive. Your parents had therefore been blessed with many years of quiet, happy marriage. Though you're sad to see your father in such a state, it's somewhat relieving that you're not the only one having a difficult time adjusting.

Your father shrugs. "Maybe they designed the spell to grow in power over time," he says uncertainly. He focuses his gaze on the young woman in front of you, staring intently at her hair before looking confused.

"Hmm. Or not," he mutters to himself. "Must have been a one off, then. How strange..." As he trails off, an awkward silence falls over the room. “I should probably get to work then," your father continues after a few moments. “I need to look over those new contracts, and see if the tools I ordered are ready yet.”

You hand him the papers, and he shuffles off to the smithy... Leaving you alone. With her.

“Well... I'll make you some breakfast, Jordan. You must be hungry after your journey," your mother says with a smile. As she saunters off into the kitchen, you can't help but watch her round, firm ass cheeks sway under her tiny skirt.

After the distraction disappears around the corner, you sit down and try to process your new situation. The silence stretches, and you are acutely aware of your mother's presence in the next room... And your erection... And the fact that she will, just like any other woman in your world, do whatever you tell her to. The only difference is that this woman will also look and act however you want her to. She could fulfill any one of your wildest fantasies, and it would only take a thought.

You were always taught to respect your parents, but the beautiful young woman making your breakfast isn't really your mother any more... Is she?