“Mum, this is Tina, Tina, my mum.”As my mum embraced Tina, Sam said, “The goddess that has stolen your son’s heart.” There was no malice in ...er voice.If she wanted to be, Tina could have been a dangerous person. She only had to meet people and they fell under her spell. My mind wandered back to the poker night; the enchantress had worked her magic again.“Luke, I noticed your car needs a wash.” All three women were looking at me as mum said this. I looked at Tina, who shrugged and smiled.“Be. Daddy is confused, but excited at the same time. Mom walks over to him, with a pair of crotchless panty hose and a pair of black 3" heels. She smells good and is flirting with him.Daddy doesn't know what to think..but OMG what happened to my boring wife??Mom has bent over to him and kissed him on the lips. Bending over just enuf that he could see down her shirt. Mom stood back up and told daddy to stand up, too.Mom is undoing his pants and is taking his shirt off. Daddy has a hard on. He'a. A thick membrane was stretched tightly around his back. The pliant material slid over a thick layer of syrupy substance that coated the whole of his body. Two breasts, as soft as the plushest of pillows, were pressed against his chest. More than pressed, he realised. The nipples had penetrated his skin and were embedded painlessly into the flesh of his chest. He was hooked up to the breasts as if they were some kind of bizarre IV line.Like an intravenous drip they flooded his tissues with. She had prepared Cornish game hens in a Romertoff oven and baked potatoes with a fresh garden salad. The wine went well with the hens and her choice of Mozart's' Die Zaberflotte for background music. When she got up to replace Mozart with Billie Holiday and some Django Reinhart she asked me what I thought of the meal.I put on my best Missouri farm hand. "Well, miz Bethany, these here are the tastiest chickens I ever et but they do seem to be a mite on the puny side." When she reached over to.