Your mother wipes her tears away and just goes downstairs; leaving you to defile her body even more. She shudders, imagining all the things you've been doing to her body this whole time. Minutes later, you reach climax for the umpteenth time and finally take a break. 'Having mom barge in on that was unexpected," you say. "But it certainly gives me incentive now." What you meant by that was to break the device, to make sure your mother never took 'your body' away from you.
This was easier accomplished by smashing it with many blunt objects in your room; the remote was now an unfixable pile of scrap metal shard. "There we go," you say, grabbing your large breasts again. "Nothing can take my body from me now!" That was it; now there really would be no way for you and your mother to go back to normal. This realization hit something deep down in your subconscious, something left of your rational self. "Wait, I'm actually stuck like this now?!" you shriek, in a genuinely scared tone instead of a lustful one.