"Hey sport, morning wood I see"
Jon was in a state of shock, not because of what he heard, but because of who said it. It was his father Sam, but something was different. He looked much younger and more cut than he ever had in any of the family pictures Jon had seen, and was dressed almost steriotyplically like a late 50s TV show dad.
"Linda, could you come down here and give Jon a hand?" he yelled up the stairs. "He's got one hell of a stiffy waiting for you."
Jon turned as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, still partially shell shocked. His mom stood there in a short purple night gown with purple lace trimming. She also looked different, much younger, in her twenties. Her breast were huge and perky, almost defying gravity. She was taller, with longer legs and a tight ass. Her whole body was toned and perfectly shaped. Her hair was silky black and fell down her back. Jon couldn't help but stare.
"So babe, you up for a quickie" She said, pulling her nighty over her head, bearing herself to Jon in all her now perfect glory.
Jon was disturbed. He never fantasied about his mother, but she was different, Jon could feel it. She tackled him, pulling his member into her mouth like a vacuum, pushing him backwards towards the table. They knocked over everything on the table, Jon's dad unobtrusively moving out of the room, and embraced each other, Linda lifting herself up and slamming herself forcefully onto Jon's huge cock, gasping and moaning encouragements. They fucked fast and furious, rocking the table so much that Jon might have worried about it collapsing if he hadn't been lost in the ecstasy of his first fuck. Jon exploded into her and she came, screaming her pleasure for the world to hear.
"You're the best Jon, I'm so glad to have a son like you. Nobody else fucks me so good," she signed, leaning in and kissing him before she got off him, her cunt gripping him hard and coming off with a sucking noise. "Why don't I fix things up and make you some food, handsome" she asked him, ruffling his hair.
Jon turned to pick up the mess they had made sweeping everything off the table, and found that it was already re-set, the broken dishes in their proper places and in one piece, the table squeaky clean. He also noted that he was neither sweaty nor messy down there, and he felt ready to go again at any time. But first, some breakfast.
Jon sat down in his chair, relaxed and happy with the life he had.
