Jon was flabbergasted. His father now sported a pair of incredible breasts. Even crazier, Mark Madison didn't react in any shocked manner. He simply acknowledged his new assets and continued as usual. Just as Jon's focus came back his father spoke up.
"Hey son, have you ever seen a pair of these without any clothes over it?" He asked innocently.
Jon stuttered. "Um-uh N-not exactly..."
"Oh right, I'm sure you've just seen them in porn videos." Mark inferred. "Well son, how bout you let me show you my pair so you can tell your friends." Mark began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Jon said in shock.
"Oh don't be such a virgin! I'm showing you my tits!" He said nonchalantly.
Before he could finish there was someone opening the front door. The mom of the house, Linda Madison, had just arrived home.
"I'm back from the store! Who's in the kitchen?" She said loudly.
Mark freaked. "Alright maybe next time sport. Can't let your mother see me like this! She'll have my ass on a platter!" Mark then ran out the backdoor, still with his shirt unbuttoned.
Linda walked into the kitchen. "Hmmm who left the house?" She said suspiciously. Linda had just gotten home from the work. The 39 year old Lawyer was in her business attire, and her face showed how exhausted she was. The slightly chubby women was in black slacks and a silk blouse. She had on black heels as well. Her frizzy black hair was in a bun and her faced showed signs of aging.
"Um, Dad did. He needed to check something." Jon lied.
"Mmmhmm. Look college boy I don't want you bring sleezy girls in the house. I know you and Karyn havn't seen each other for a while but that doesn't mean you can have your afternoon delights here!" She said sternly.
"Mom! I swear it was dad!" Jon said in embarrassment.
"Good!" She sat down next to him with her coffee. "Jon, do you know about protection."
"Yeah mom they taught me in high school!" Jon said.
"Well son, if you ever need any practice with it, you know I'm here to help." She said in a kinda manner. She placed her soft hand on his forearm.
"What do you mean 'help'?" Jon asked.
"Well, When I was in college before I met your father I had my share of 'help' learning the best moves." She said with a seductive tone. Her hand moved down to his crotch as she rubbed Jon's cock. Jon felt guilty this was actually turning him on.
