Michael sultrily struts to the kitchen, pulling down various plates and pots. He was in the mood for Italian food. Reaching up and bending down made his mother's milf body jiggle in various places, even underneath the tight dress. Using his bate minimum cooking expertise, he crafted him a rather nice pot of pasta, complete with sauces and herbs. He had to make sure not to use spices anymore; back when he was normal, spicy foods were his favorite. But since he has his mothers mouth, including her tongue, his taste palette was drastically different. Sotting down to eat, Michael kept slipping his soft milf feet out his flip flops, and played with the sandals. Doing this turned him on immensely, so he hastily finishes dinner so he could run to his room to consummate his eternal union with his mother's body.
"Oh god: their reaching all the good spots!" he shouts, with his fingers violating the pussy that he came out of many years ago. "I love how fate made me become like this! It's the best thing to ever happen!" he licked his plump, lipstick coated lips as he felt his pussy squeeze his fingers. Using the other hand to play with his clit, Michael had another fierce orgasm. "I'm going to stay like this forever." he lustfully stated, drifting off to sleep nude, except still wearing his flip flops.