Retirement Restart - Part Five

Before I can ask her what she was looking for I see a shape step into the doorway, blocking some of the light. It was my Aunt, or at least what she had been turned into, the shadowy silhouette fading away to reveal the sight of a handsome and athletic young man barely over the age of eighteen with his hand deep in his baggy tracksuit pants.

His blond hair is cropped and styled, with a side fade growing into a messy tussle of blonde locks atop his scalp. His eyes are a slightly paler blue, reflecting the same set my Aunt had prior to this mess beginning. Gone were the wrinkles, the crow's feet, the dense makeup to cover years of her wild lifestyle. His face was now chiseled and angular, his jawline striking a powerful image with just the faintest hint of stubble coating it and his cheeks. His face twists between a look of lewd delight and frustration as he stares down at himself and at where his hands were reaching for.

He is easily taller than my mother, standing at around 6'0" or even 6'1". His shoulders are broad and muscular, though he lacks the same subtle tan as my mother and instead has light pale skin. His shirtless torso can only be described as toned, with well-defined muscles glistening with just a faint hint of sweat. He isn't overly muscle-bound, his physique more matching that of a great student-athlete more than anything else.

His long arms stretch down into his pants, a seat of black loose-fitting sweatpants. His hands shift around beneath the soft-looking fabric, eliciting gasps and hisses as he fiddles with his new cock. From the brief moments that his hands fall away from the turgid shaft I can make it out, a thick long rod running down his right leg which occasionally springs up to tent out the fabric.

"Fuck...How do I keep this thing down" he complains, his voice low but smooth as silk. His eyes dart over to me, a look of insight flashing across his otherwise frustrated face.

"Hey Little Bu... I mean mom, how the hell did you deal with this...this monster?" he asks, the sweat continuing to build as he plays with himself.

"Aunt Sta..." I begin to mutter before being cut off abruptly.

"I'm Stanly, mom" he chuckles, his breath growing short as he fights between playing with himself and simply trying to subdue the beast in his pants. "Fuck, no wonder all the guys were so...eager back in school"

My Aunt begins to shift from her frustration and more to an eager exploration as she stands shirtless in the doorway, a smirk spreading across his new lips as she strokes her monster cock.

"It's so weird, this body does nothing for me now. I would have been all over a cute guy like...well me" he muses, slowly beginning to pump at his dick with growing vigor. "Hey sis, you remember that girl from school? Bettie? Beatrice?..." he muses, trying to think of the mystery girl's name.

"Bessie?" my mom responds, still searching through the boxes. "The one who earned the name because of her..." my mother trails off, glancing down at her own chest with a smile "Udders".

"Bessie!" my Aunt chimes, his breath growing short as his stroking grows faster and louder. A wet patch of pre-cum begins to show through his sweat pants as a deep crimson blush begins to form on his cheeks.

Turning to see the source of the noise my mother gasps, smacking my Aunt across his new firm chest.

"Gross, so gross" she hisses, pushing him a little but to no real effect.

My Aunt quickly removes his hands from his pants, throwing them up in surrender, causing the material to tent out as the ten-inch shaft begs for attention.

"Okay okay...but I can't help it...I just feel so...so..." my Aunt pleads, obviously sexually frustrated and driven by her new hormones and desires.

"Men" my mother responds with a scoff, pretending like she hadn't been moaning and aroused mere moments ago. "Get used to it, your remember how guys in school were" my mother continues, looking through the boxes for the item she had been searching for "I mean if rumors were true you really knew how the boys were".

My Aunt glares into the back of my mother's head as she leans over the boxes, the look of anger quickly turning into a sly grin.

"And I suppose you gave yourself this so you can study better?" my Aunt chides, smacking his sister across the ass with a loud powerful crack.

My mother's eyes go wide, a yelp escaping her plump lips quickly being followed by a shuddering gasping breath. Her face grows red, blushing beyond the sight of my Aunt but failing to escape my gaze.

"I...I don't know what you mean" she protests, her voice quivering a little as she readjusts her extremely short skirt. "And like you can talk, you picked out that form the second you saw that Jordan's...Mom's genes could give you that unwieldy trouser snake your complaining about"

My Aunt goes to say something back but is immediately cut off by a grunt and groan of frustration from my mother. "Fuck, how do you do anything with these...these..." she mutter, squeezing her massive chest between her arms as she chews at her bottom lip.

My Aunt can't help but chuckle, walking up beside her and looking into the box. "What's wrong big sis? Missing your little barely B's? Don't worry, you'll get used to being one of the busty ones. Just wait till you have your first class looking like that, the guys won't listen to a word the lecturer says" he explains with a low laugh, his expression souring a little. "Why did I have to finish high school again?" he grumbles, obviously unhappy with not having the freedom that college provides.

"Because..." my mother says in a matter-of-fact tone, folding her arms under her chest. "You flunked out in your first year last time you went, maybe if you have to earn it again you'll appreciate it this time"

My Aunt sighs, his shoulders slumping a little. "Fine, it'll be fucking easy anyway. And it's only a few months, right? Just doing my final year" he mutters mostly to himself, trying to look on the bright side. "What the hell are you looking for anyway?" he asks, looking into the box.

A grin spreads across my mom's face, her eyes darting down to my paralyzed form as I slowly begin to shift a little more beneath the blankets.

"Just a mirror" she coos, reaching down the tug at the blankets and pull them off of me.

My Aunt begins to grin in kind, obviously understanding her goal as my stomach begins to sink. My heart hammers in my chest, jiggling something soft on my chest that remains just out of sight.

"You mean this mirror?" my Aunt says mockingly, quickly finding the large framed hanging mirror that was wedged in the corner of the box. "How could you not find it? It was right there?" he continues to chide, nodding his head at the side of the box "I guess it's true what they say about blonde bimbos"

"Fuck you" my mom grumbles in an annoyed fashion. "I was just...distracted" she continues, licking her lips as she looks down at her bust and sways her large hips from side to side. "Just hold up the damn thing you meathead"

Following my mother's orders my Aunt lifts up the mirror, angling it slowly so that I can finally see myself. My mother continues to yank at the blankets, her bust jiggling wildly with each heavy tug before finally ripping it free from me.

My jaw drops as I look up, tears welling up in my eyes as I see my body being...