Dinner was mostly quiet, just Adam, his mother and his sister. His dad rarely ever joined them, with his office job leaving him little time to spend with his family.
Adam pushed his peas around his plate, decisively not looking in his sister's direction as to not distract himself with her incredible breasts, instead staring at his mother, who glared back. Then, her attention snapped to Coral. Her glare grew more intense.
"Coral Alexis Larsson, what do you think that you're doing?"
Coral's head shot up at her full name, and she quickly tucked the reality controller into her lap, underneath the table. Their mother stood up and marched over, yanking the controller from her hands. "I warned you before, now I'm confiscating this until your bedtime, do you understand?"
She mutely nodded as her mother strode off towards the kitchen, the device in her hand.
Barbara paused in the safety of the kitchen, and peered down. On the screen was a perfect replica of herself. She grimaced. Her long, brown hair was certainly losing its lustre, and her tits, which once were her pride and joy, looked saggy and lifeless. She swiped the screen, bringing up a whole deluge of other statistics. She looked down at them, face aghast.
Height: 135 cm. She could have sworn that she used to be taller. Surely she wasn't shrinking in her old age. Just to make sure, she typed in a new height. 165. Her usual height.
She scanned the rest of the page before her eyes fell on the worst offender.
Sex Appeal: 30%. That couldn't be right. She quickly cranked it up to a cool 95%, before switching back to the model. She sighed. Still just the same as always. Her tall, pornstar body stared back at her, untouched by age. She rubbed her perky, double d tits and sighed, before placing the controller back down and returning to dinner.
Adam nearly choked. His mother, who moments ago showed the wear and tear of age. Now, she was undeniably hot. Every movement of her body just served to ooze more sex appeal, creating an image of a goddess in his mother's body. She sat down across from him, and suddenly his pants were far too tight.
"I'm not hungry," he muttered, trying his best not to look at either of them, his boner hard in his shorts. "I'm going to my room." Before there was any protest, he had locked himself in, and was quickly booting up his computer. But the image of his insanely sexy mother and sister's enormous tits just wouldn't stray from his mind.
"Fuck me," he moaned. "Why did they have to be hot?"