CHAPTER 2: Back Home with the Folks
The scenes I had just created in the park left me tremendously excited, and I
hurried home to gain some relief. However, I had no sooner entered the door
than my mother called from the kitchen.
"David," she said. "We wondered if you were going to show. " She was
preparing a dish on the stove while my father prepared a salad.
My parents were both in their forties. My mother was medium height and build,
dressed in her gray business suit and matching pumps. She had blond hair
which she wore up. My father was tall, dark haired with graying temples,.
He had already shucked his jacket and tie and worked with white shirt sleeves
rolled up.
My mother's expression seemed reproachful.
"Yeah," I answered her. "I just decided to take a walk before dinner. "
She shook her head.
"I don't know why I bother trying to fix any family meals anymore, the way you
and your sister go in and out. "
"Oh," that reminded me. "Susan said to let you know that she'd be at the
mall. "
"Again!" She was exasperated. "She and her friends spend too much time
hanging out there. You know they're just cruising for guys - you'd think she
had more important things to do. "
My father chuckled. "Now, now, Margaret. Don't you remember what it's like
being young?"
"I was never boy crazy," she replied, and then laughed. "Besides, I was never
that young. "
Immediately, an idea formed.
"I just remembered a call I have to make," I lied. "I'll use the den phone,
then come back to set the table. "
They nodded and went back to their tasks.
I stepped into the family room and over to the den, but instead of going in, I
closed the door, crossed to the other side of the room and crouched down on
the couch. Between the couch and table, I had a good view back into the
kitchen, but remained relatively concealed. In another instant, I had my age
change device out and aimed, being careful that the awareness button remained
off. I pressed the switch down and alternated its direction between them.
After about 30 seconds, the changes began to be visible even from my
distance.
My father's hair had darkened, all gray gone, and even become fuller up top.
My mother unconsciously reached up to let her hair loose - it was longer, a
richer, golden color and swept down past her shoulder. Their faces had
smoothed, my mother's cheeks were rounder and pink. Both now appeared to be
in their twenties.
My father happened to glance at my mother, and started slightly. Then, after
a quick glance around, reached out to pinch her bottom.
"Yikes!" She shrieked, her voice a slightly higher pitch. She slapped his
hand. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Oh, nothing. Just noticing how beautiful you look tonight. "
"Well, keep your mind on dinner," she snorted, but then looked at him again.
"Though, I might say, you're also looking uncommonly handsome today. "
She went back to work, but my father's thoughts were clearly elsewhere, as he
continued to glance at her. I kept the machine on.
My mother's figure slimmed, her jacket and skirt hanging slightly lower on
her, and when she stepped over to the cupboard, her shoe slipped off.
"Oops," she said, slipping it back on. She then slid her feet experimentally.
"Huh, these are really loose. I'm surprised I didn't notice earlier." When
her other foot slipped out as she started to walk, she shook her head and took
both off. Straightening up, her hair now cascading down her back, she had the
face and figure of a teenager. Her jacket was too big for her frame, and its
cuffs half covered her hands.
My father absentmindedly pulled up his pants which were loose enough to
immediately start sliding down again. My mother stopped and looked longingly
at him, then seemed to change her mind and went back to the cupboard.
Standing on her tiptoes in her bare hose, she strained to reach something.
Puzzled by her lack of height, she turned to my father.
"James, could you get the big bowl down for me? I can't reach it without my
shoes. "
"Sure," he replied. His five o'clock shadow had faded, and he was smooth
faced. By now, his shirt also hung loose, and his pants' cuffs were scraping
the floor. When he reached to get the bowl, his pants slipped down.
"Oh, Jimmy," my mother giggled, blushing slightly.
"Whoops," he recovered them, but then looked hungrily at my mother. "Or maybe
I could leave them off?" He casually stepped out of both loose trousers and
shoes. His shirt hung low, but did not disguise the tent made by his
erection.
I stopped the regression, now guessing both parents to be high school age, my
mother younger than my father. My mother's breasts had almost disappeared
into the loose folds of her shirt and jacket, and her skirt had descended
below knee level. Her hair reached to mid back and was lustrous. Her nose
was small and cute. My father's hair was thick and black, but the hair on his
exposed arms and legs now scant. He reached to stroke my mother's hair.
She flushed a deeper red.
"Jimmy, don't be crazy. David could be back any minute. " However, her gaze
fell down towards the tent in his shirt, and her breathing was more rapid. My
father glanced around to see the closed den door. "David is nowhere to be
seen. " He looked at her lustfully. "The least you can do is join me," he
suggested, and without warning, tugged on her skirt. It fell instantly
without resistance, her hips not wide enough for real support. Her exposed
legs were slim and beautiful, though her pantyhose were slightly wrinkled from
her mild size reduction. She gave another small shriek, but began giggling
again.
"You nut. Stop that! " Her hands flew down to preserve her modesty but were
unnecessary, since her now oversize shirt and jacket hung below her crotch.
My father stared at her exposed legs and began running his hand along them.
Her giggling was replaced by a a sensual sigh. Suddenly, he stepped forward,
pushing his body hard against her, and put his hands inside her shirt to
caress her back.
My mother moaned as his erection pressed against her, and he massaged her
back. Her eyes closed, and her head lolled back.
"N. . . No, Jimmy. Not here. Not now... ohhhhh..."
Despite the protestation, she began to grind her pelvis back against him. My
father's hands now moved under her shirt.
Suddenly, her eyes flew open.
"What do you think you're doing!?" She was indignant.
My father sheepishly withdrew his hands.
"Sorry, Margie. Your bra was so loose, it almost came undone by itself. " My
father looked like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. (An idea for
later, I considered.)
"And then you thought you could just cop a feel?"
My father looked reproachful.
"C'mon, Margie. You are my wife and everything. "
She shifted uncertainly.
"I . . . I know. It's just. . . I feel so strange. " Her gaze returned to
his protruding hard on. Tentatively, she reached out to stroke it through the
shirt. Now it was my father's turn to moan.
"It's so hard," she said, almost reverently. From her attitude, I wondered if
her knowledge and feelings about sex had also been regressed. She acted as
though she had never seen a hard cock before.
My father leaned forward and kissed her lips hard, his hands again moving
inside her shirt, but this time eliciting no protest. They swayed, moaned and
sighed for a minute. Then my mother pulled away, her face flushed deeply.
"John, we can't. It's not right. What if somebody sees us?" She asked while
nervously looking around.
My father just grinned.
"What if they do? We are married, you know. "
"Oh, yeah," my mother giggled again, her voice high and girlish.
"We can do whatever we want!" He added defiantly.
"Yeah. " She reached out to stroke his erection again, then looked up
hungrily. "John, I want you. Right now. I can't wait any longer. "
"And I want you, Margie. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. "
He started to unbutton his shirt.
"Wait," she giggled again. "Not here. Let's find someplace private - my
parents roo. . . I mean, our room"
With a playful slap on his behind, she ran, still giggling, from the kitchen,
pulling off her jacket to reveal a rumpled shirt with disarrayed bra straps
visible. She threw her jacket on the floor, and began to pull off her blouse,
giving me a quick glimpse of small, pert breasts with pink nipples erect
before she disappeared around the corner and up the stairs.
My father instantly pursued her, almost ripping his buttons off in his haste
to undress. He also disappeared without noticing me, and a few seconds later,
I heard an upstairs door slam closed.
I let out a long sigh, spent by another incredibly erotic experience: both my
parents turned into horny, hormone-crazed teenagers. I wandered back into the
kitchen, noticing my parents' clothes strewn on the floor, and smiled. They
would have some explaining to do when they returned, especially if they found
me waiting. I imagined giving them a stern expression and "talking to" about
appropriate behavior in the house. I wondered if it would be more fun to
leave them as they were, regress them even further ("Naughty children!"), or
return them to normal, to wonder what in the world had gotten into them. As I
considered, I was surprised by a ring on the door bell.
Mild panic set in, as I worried what might happen if my parents went to the
door. But then, I decided they were unlikely to interrupt their activities
for a mere doorbell. Reassured, I started towards the door to dismiss the
visitor, only to find the door open, and the ringer already entering.
It was Kate Sullivan, my mother's best friend and a nearby neighbor. She had
known my mother since school, and was almost a member of the family while
Susan and I were growing up. Unlike my mom, she had never married, and I
think she adopted us as her own. Owning her own gallery gave her flexible
hours, and she dropped in unpredictably several times a week. She had always
treated me and Susan with special favor, always bringing us presents from her
many travels. Growing up with her as our usual babysitter, and a near "aunt,"
I had only recently come to appreciate what an attractive woman she was.
Although slightly overweight, she carried the pounds well, distributed
especially in the breasts and hips. She had dark, reddish brown hair, green
eyes, and a frequent smile, with some associated "laugh lines" around the
mouth and eyes now becoming more prominent. Over the last few years, I had
noticed the soft pressure from her large breasts when we hugged, and had taken
to furtively admiring her legs, often trying to sit across from her to enjoy
the view of exposed thigh when she sat in a skirt or dress. Sometimes, I
thought she caught me, but never seemed to let on or care. In fact, her eyes
sometimes seemed to sparkle more, and at least once, she had suddenly crossed
her legs, causing her skirt to ride up to mid thigh and giving me a view
almost to her panties - a position she held for a good ten minutes while
occasionally looking to catch my eye in an almost knowing manner. The fact
that she frequently commented on how handsome and big I was did nothing to
squelch my mild infatuation. More than once, I had masturbated to fantasies
involving her, despite our difference in age.
Nonetheless, I was taken aback at her arrival today. I was so nervous, I
unconsciously used the name I had for her while growing up.
"Aunt Katie!" I stammered. "What are you doing here?"
"Why, David," she laughed. "Aren't you glad to see me?" She pretended to
pout. "And I thought we were special. "
I tried to recover.
"Of course, I'm glad to see you. It's, uh, just such a surprise. "
"That's my boy. " She advanced quickly and gave me a hug. She was wearing a a
a loose silk blouse which slid sensually around her breasts as we hugged and
she moved slightly. She also had on a long, tan wraparound skirt which
reached almost to her ankle but opened provocatively up the side - glimpses I
had come to appreciate very much when she wore it.
After pulling away, she added.
"I'm surprised your mom didn't mention that she invited me to dinner. "
Oh, oh, I thought. I bet dinner was the furthest thing from my mom's mind at
the moment. I decided I had better try to break off the visit.
"Kate. My mom and dad had to leave all of a sudden. " Not far from the
truth, I thought.
I tried to steer her towards the door. "I think she said she'd call you. "
"Why, where did they go?" She was surprised, and I think a little suspicious
from my attitude. "Why don't I just wait here until they get back?"
" It may be awhile. " Years, in fact, I thought.
"That's okay. "
"No, really. I was just going to head out myself. "
She planted herself in the hall.
"Maybe you'd better take care of what's burning in the kitchen first?" She
asked with raised eyebrows.
"What?" I turned, finally seeing the smoke from the pot my mother had left on
the stove. "Oh, shit. "
I ran into the kitchen and shut off the stove, pushing the pot over from the
burner. I turned back to find Kate surveying the kitchen and kicking at the
abandoned the clothes on the floor.
"It looks like somebody was going to have dinner," she noted. "And why are
these clothes just lying on the floor? David, what's going on?"
A high pitched orgasmic cry carried faintly from upstairs. Kate looked at me
questioningly.
"Um. . . Susan. . . " I began feebly.
"Left for the mall and hasn't come back - the car is still gone. " She crossed
her arms and eyed me suspiciously.
I was too nervous to think straight or lie smoothly. I finally decided to at
least skate around the truth.
"Look," I finally explained. "When I came home, I found my parents clothes on
the floor, and heard noises upstairs. Noises like we just heard. What kid in
his right mind would want to know more?"
It must have satisfied her, because she looked appraisingly at me a half
minute, then laughed.
"Who indeed? And don't limit it to kids. I'm not sure I want any more
details myself." She smiled reassuringly. "Oh well, shall we see if we can
salvage something to eat?"
At this point, I decided I had better go along to keep her happy. She began
examining the remains in the pot, and then began to search in the
refrigerator. I put out a few plates to look busy, but tried very hard to
listen for sounds from upstairs. I thought I heard some light footsteps.
Kate still looked for something suitable for our meal.
"I don't know what got into your mother," she commented. "It's hard to
understand leaving that dish to burn. "
We were both surprised to hear giggling from behind us in the hall. My heart
leapt when we turned to find my mother regarding us shyly. Her hair was
disarrayed, damp and clinging in places from her perspiration, her cheeks
still flushed. She wore only my father's undershirt, which also clung to her
lithe form, emphasizing her small, firm breasts, thin waist, and exposed her
thin, coltish legs from mid thigh down. Here was a poster girl for teen sex.
"Got into me is right. And it was hard!" She giggled nervously at her joke
and watched us with partly averted eyes.
Kate gasped. "Oh, my god, David. You brought your girlfriend here? And had
sex? Are you crazy? What would your mother say? She could come in at any
moment." She gestured frantically.
"Don't be silly, Katie," my mother rolled her eyes. "I'm right here. Like,
don't you even recognize me?"
Kate looked again at her, then started, her mouth dropping open. It was
several seconds before she could speak.
"M...Margaret. Is that really you?"
"Of course. Geez, what's wrong with you? Like, thinking I could be David's
girlfriend?! As if." She snorted derisively, but then I noticed with a
sudden chill, she seemed to look at me as though considering it seriously.
"What happened?" Kate finally managed. "How did you get so young?"
"I am not young," my mother shot back. "I am fifteen......I mean forty two
years old," she paused, uncertainly, then seemed to recover.
"I am an adult and can do whatever I want!" She stamped her foot. "Don't
look at me like that." She misinterpreted the shock on Kate's face. "Jimmy
and I love each other. We're going to get....I mean, we are married, and we
can have sex whenever we want!" she finished triumphantly. "And now, if
you'll excuse me, that's just what we're going to do! I'm sorry I even came
down to say hello." She stuck her chin out, tossed her hair, and stalked
back upstairs.
We watched her leave in silence, then Kate turned to me in shock. Finally,
she spoke.
"It's impossible - unbelievable. But I saw it. Your mother looked just like
she did in high school." She fell into a chair, then looked at me pleadingly.
"David, you know something about this, don't you?"
I nodded reluctantly.
"Please," she urged. "Please tell me what's going on."
I stared at her wild expression, and couldn't say no. I sat across the table
from her and began the whole story. When I finished, I waited to hear how
angry her response would be for my fooling around. Instead, she looked at me
with tight lips for several seconds in silence, then almost whispered.
"David. Would you use it on me?"
Continued in Part 3