Mom Turns Into a Bimbo (Incest)

I kicked the apartment door shut behind me, my arms laden with groceries. Another soul-crushing shift at the warehouse left me smelling of cardboard dust and sweat. "Mom, I'm back!" I called out, expecting the usual quiet response from my mother, a woman who had dressed like she was perpetually attending a funeral since my dad died five years ago. But the apartment was too silent. I dropped the bags on the counter with a thud and walked toward her bedroom. The door was slightly ajar.

What I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. My mother—a 42-year-old woman who hadn't worn anything but dark, conservative outfits since I could remember—was standing before her full-length mirror wearing the most scandalous outfit I'd ever seen. A tiny pink crop top barely contained her breasts, which seemed... impossibly large. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric like pebbles. Below, she wore a micro-miniskirt that didn't even begin to cover her ass cheeks, and her legs were encased in sheer white stockings that connected to a garter belt. She had on towering pink heels that made her legs look endless. Her brown hair, usually pulled back in a severe bun, now cascaded down her shoulders in waves. And her face—her face was different. Her lips looked fuller, poutier, and she was applying layer after layer of glossy pink lipstick.

"Like, what do you think, sweetie?" she asked, turning to me. Her voice had changed too. Higher, breathier, filled with a sort of vacant enthusiasm that was completely alien to the woman who raised me. She pursed her lips and made a kissing motion at her reflection. "I just feel sooooo much better today. So free!" She ran her hands down her sides, over her waist, then across her ass. "Don't I look yummy?"

I couldn't speak. My brain refused to process what my eyes were seeing. This was my mother, but it wasn't. This was some pornographic parody of her. "Mom? What the hell happened to you?" I finally managed, my voice cracking.

She giggled—a light, airy sound that made my dick twitch despite my confusion and horror. "Silly, nothing happened! I just decided it was time to, like, live a little! Or maybe a lot!" She did a little twirl, making her skirt fly up and reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was completely bare, smooth and pink. I saw a slight wetness glistening on her lips. "Oopsy!" she laughed, not even bothering to pull her skirt down. "Did you see my pretty pussy, sweetie?"

I backed away, my hands raised. "This isn't right. This isn't you. Did you take something? Are you sick?" I looked around the room for any clue, any explanation for this impossible transformation. Her bedroom was the same as always—neat, organized, with photos of our family on the dresser. But now there were also cosmetics scattered across the vanity, things I'd never seen her use before.

She pouted, her glossy lower lip jutting out. "You don't like it? But I dressed up special for you!" She sauntered toward me, her hips swaying in a way that was hypnotizing and terrifying. "I was thinking... you're such a good boy, working so hard. You deserve a reward. And Mommy has been soooo lonely." She reached out and trailed a finger down my chest. Her touch sent a jolt through me. Her nails were long and painted bright pink.

"Mom, stop! This is wrong!" I grabbed her wrist, but her grip was surprisingly strong. Her skin felt hot to the touch.

She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. "But your cock thinks it's right, sweetie. I can see it." Her other hand moved down to cup my crotch through my jeans. I was hard. I couldn't help it. This woman looked like every fantasy I'd ever had, even if she was my mother. "Mmm, feels big. Just like your father's." She giggled again. "Bigger, maybe?"

I pushed her away, stumbling back. "This has to stop! What happened to you? This morning you were wearing that gray pantsuit and lecturing me about not cleaning my room!" My mind was racing, trying to connect the woman before me with the stern, prudish mother I knew. Was this a dream? A hallucination?

She stomped her foot like a petulant child. "That boring old lady is gone! I don't wanna be her anymore. She was always so... serious. So... un-fun." She ran her hands over her body...