"I-I...I did. I came...came in my underwear..." There was a sense of same that washed over him. His post nut clarity made him return to his senses, and how bizarre this was. "I-I'm sorry..."
"Sweetie...it's fine, I'm sure it felt great. And ya know, it's kind of a compliment. Your father doesn't have sex with me as much anymore. Makes me think my age is finally catching up with me. So thank you sweetie, thank you for making this old bag of bones feel youthful again. Just drop your pants and underwear in the laundry and I'll put them in the wash."
She leaned over and gave him a smooch, and returned back to her motherly duties. As Matthew sat and collected his thoughts he looked back to her, noticing she continued with her tits out. His perverted mind couldn't get her to cover up again, it was like a deep part inside his subconscious enjoyed this too much to let things return to normal. It started to make him a bit anxious, mom seemed okay with this, but what of his family. As she had mentioned dad, that was the first person that came to mind for him, and soon it made him walk into the room as if on que.
Oscar was a tall, burly man. Hairy, with quite the beard and mustache. His body wasn't as fit and well made as it was in his college days. The former football player failed to make the big leagues, but at least landed nicely at a car dealership. It made sure the family stood above water, and enjoy some of the nicer things in their small suburb town. Still, he longed for a different life, missing his wild carefree days. Monica was a great wife, albeit if she can slip and be a little too close to their son.
He came in, wearing just his white tidy whities. His underwear cradled the apple sized bulge, he usually didn't go so bare this much, but reality shifting pushed the family towards a more loose setting inside their house. It seemed to be another day his wife indulged their son in some more carnal desires. It's not as if he disapproved...entirely...he just felt a bit emasculated. He didn't want to let his wife find out it led him to find out it led to him sleeping with the secretary at the dealership. He felt a bit lucky at least his son was distracting her time to time.
"So, sweetie, what did you and Matthew do this morning..." He said, trying not to sound bitter.
"Hmmph, I helped him climax. I didn't have to touch him if that's what you're worried about..." She replied, back to her natural stern sounding self.
Oscar grabbed some coffee pods and picked his favorite to slip into the machine. He avoided eye contact with his son, something in him felt like he couldn't get mad at him, despite the jealousy.
"Uhhh...dad...does it bother you what mom did?"
Oscar hesitated to answer, but a stern look from Matthew pushed the answer out of his lips. "Y-yes! That is my wife and your mother. It's depraved!"
"Oscar!!"
Mom turned around quickly, causing her tits to swing and sway. She felt disdain for her husband being so obtuse. "Is this you projecting, because I remember you didn't mind we had this before. You were the one complaining the 'spark' is gone!"
"Sweetheart, I just don't think giving him all this...exposure...is going to warp his mind!"
Matthew looked over the two of them, having a spout like they often did, although with a very surreal subject matter. Somehow, his taboo relationship was allowed enough in this marriage to get to the point the two of them found it a rehashed argument they often clashed on. He didn't think reality would start adjusting around his desires. And even worse, there was still no explanation, or any real control of his new powers. Matthew was nervous, he felt his dad could direct some anger at him, the son that apparently is using his wife. As his heart raced he felt something else...his dick was rising again, noticing mom's tits were wildly bouncing as she scolded her husband...
