Slow Motion Part 1
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My best friend Robby comes from a long line of shapeshifters, and he’s been eager for the ability to manifest. Today he came to my front door all excited, and asked to go to my room. We passed my mom on the way to the stairs, and she said, “You boys let me know if you want me to bring up any snacks!” I rolled my eyes and called back, “We’re not kids anymore mom, but thanks.” I was at the top of the stairs when I realized that Robby wasn’t behind me. He was at the bottom of the stairs, ogling my mom. I heard him say, “That’s a pretty necklace you got there Mrs. Carter.” I sighed. Was my friend really trying to flirt with my mom? “Robby!” I hissed. He looked my way, then back at my mom and said, “Did I ever tell you that you get more beautiful every time I see you Mrs. Carter?” My mom laughed as Robbie began to climb the stairs. “Thank you, but I’m sure you say that to all the mom’s.” Nope. He didn’t. I can’t say Robby’s wrong, cause I’m not blind. My mom is an attractive woman. But she’s my mom. Have I thought about her naked? I mean, yes, especially at the height of puberty, but Freud said that’s a pretty normal part of growing up. The point is, I’ll never act on it, and I’ve moved past it. I push these thoughts away as we step into our room. I shut the door for privacy, but when I turned around my mom was standing there. In just a bra and panties! “M-mom? How did you… where are your clothes?!” I spluttered. She began to laugh. “It’s me, dude! It’s Robbie! I can finally shapeshift!” I gawked at my friend for a few seconds, And then my traitorous eyes began to wander over his new skin that was a mirror image of my mother’s. The graceful curves. The enticing cleavage. I’d never stared at her so openly. My mom’s voice eventually snapped me back to reality. “Hey, man. My eyes are up here. Ha! Just kidding. You can stare as much as you want. See how I was even to shapeshift an exact copy of her necklace. Ooh, you wanna see something else that’s really cool? I can change the molecular structure of my body so that it makes your mom here look extra jiggly. Watch this!” And then Robbie’s skin rippled, right before he began to move in a way that made mom’s breasts wobble like they were in slow motion. “I can tell you really like Mommy,” he giggled, right as the front of the bra came undone. And there were my mom’s boobs, jiggling for me in all their glory.
“Your mouth’s open sweetie,” Robbie teased in a coy voice. “Is that cause you want to suck on Momma’s big titties? I suppose I could let you. For five dollars.” I wanted to argue. To tell him to go fuck himself. But what I did instead was reach into my walled for five dollars.
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