After the powerful bright flash Dave looked stunned. "Jake sweetie, why was I pushing you?" Dave said helping Jake to his feet. "My oh my, my heart is fluttering. I don't know why I'm almost sweating. I'm sorry sweetie." Dave moved inform hug.
Jake recoiled and said, "woah what are you doing Dave."
"Dave? Sweetie it's me Martha your mom. If you are too old for hugs that's fine, but don't mistake me for that hellain David." He said straightening his undershirt and buttoning up his jeans. "Now finish getting ready, or we will be late."
And with that, Dave but now Martha confidently walked down the hallway, sneakers in hand. Jake lost some of him after he entered his parents bedroom. "Woah did that really just work." Just then he heard a whisper.
"Yo dude!" He heard it from the other side of Samantha's room. "Yo, you helping me or what."
Jake looked at his mom, now David and started to laugh. That's when Martha now David lept on him to shut him up. "It's odd. My mother is trying to beat me up in her own night gown." Jake though, which made him smile more. The silky fabric of her gown rubbed on Jake's arms. He had enough and said "ok ok" when his Dave's breasts started coming out of the gown.
Daved stood up. His gown with all loose and half falling off. His matching pink Soma panties could be seem through the thin fabric. "So, you little shit. Help me."
"Did my mother just call me a little shit?" Jake wondered. "Just then another hallway door opened...
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