[Whew!....we just drove up to the house....made it with a few minutes to spare!] I think as, being my dad I look with concern at my wife...(uh, my mom!) I gently get her inside, and by some miracle get her to the bedroom,....and she is laying down with a woeful, quiet moan of gratitude.
*Then the room shifts.....and I.....*
am once again my mother, feeling her discomfort,.....but suddenly the noises stop, the room goes dark, and a voice is talking to only me, as my mom,....from the void.
"Okay...okay,.....you have yet to really learn your lesson,....You will now just stay as your mother, until I feel you have learned not to be in such a rush, my young man!" the voice silently laughed at me, then got serious as I just laid there, feeling a glimmer of pain shot through me. "Bah.....let us take care of all of your mother's problems....that illness.....her cancer is NOW GONE!....and she will be ....let us say, 15,....no 20 years younger....hahahaha....let the doctors try to figure this out.....
this is just compensation for what you are going to do...as your mom...."
The voice said nothing more,.....and sure enough the noises of the house came back, my dad moved....it all started again as if time was allowed to now go on. In that instant I felt my mom's body grow younger, firmer, as 20 years fell off of her as one sheds some clothing.....or as a river flows down into the ocean.
My father did a double-take as he saw the instant transformation, and he stepped back in shock and disbelief. He even dropped the pill bottle he had been trying to open, to assist me in taking my medicine.
"I think, honey...." I said in a younger, more sexier voice than I was ever able to hear from my mother, "that I won't be needed those anymore....Now come on over here and let me show you how much I love you, you hunk!" she growled, as she tore her suddenly too large dress off her...My bra and panties soon followed them and I laid back on the bed inviting John to make love to me.......
[Come on Dad!....we don't have all day!!!] I thought as I watched him turn and close the door....throwing the lock before turning back and starting to remove his suit....and other clothing.
"Dammit, Mabel....you....you are younbg....you are so hot.....and alive.... again......God....I just gotta ..." he stammered out, as he then dove onto me, and we started kissing, pawing and doing all those sort of things......that married folks do.
what next?????????????????????????
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