He was tall, maybe six-feet-two and well built with a deep chest and broad shoulders. "How old are you?" I asked with a smile."Almost sixteen," he sai.... "I missed a year, illness, so I'm just a second year boy".I chuckled. "I'd say man if I were you. What do you weigh?" One sixty or so. Do you always dress like that?"I smiled and nodded. All I was wearing was a very thin basic singlet which barely reached my thighs and bared my breasts if I leaned over, an old one that was comfortable and thin,. “You’re different…”“New body,” Lisa replied. “The old one got vaporized. That happens when you get blown forward in time. It’s happened to me, twice, now.”“That’s what it is,” Béla said, recognizing the feeling. “You’re not a… you’re not part of me, anymore. That’s not the body I bore for you.”“No,” Lisa admitted. “This is made of pure nuclear fire, forced into matter in the shape of my last one. Since its shape is defined by my thoughts, I could probably change it if I wanted.”“No shit!”. She responded softly, trailing her mouth along my cheek and back to my lips. This time, our lips met and our tongues danced. She reached to cup my right tit; she held its heft against her hand.“Beautiful,” she said stroking my tit. Hesitantly, I reached to place my hand against her tit. It was nice—large and soft but well supported. I imagined pillowing my head against her tits, relaxing as I took comfort.“Your enjoyment is appreciated,” I said. “Yours are a delight as well.”We continued, our. I just could not figure out why the hell my biological mother and my dad could not get along. As dad has such an active sexual appetite and so does my biological mother!Anyways, after having some vigorous sex for almost 20 minutes they were done. I saw my dad getting off from my step-mom and probably seeded her with his fresh load. I stayed there calmly in the secret place inside the wardrobe closet and kept watching them.My dad caught some breath after getting off from my step-mom. I could see.