Michael saw his mom er... dad was the same as him, just older. he now has the body of a professional wrestler. Every part of his body was covered in thick hair, looking like a lumberjack. in fact, the only part of his body that wasn't covered in hair was his face, if you didn't count the five o clock shadow on his chin.
he, unlike Michael who was wearing pants, Sarah was wearing nothing but an apron with a title kiss the cook. he hummed as he enjoyed cooking. Michael sat down at the table and saw Sarah's crown jewels had grown and the apron doing little to hide the foot-long monster and two large balls hanging right to her knees causing half of his sack to show, they were a foot-long in diameter. it looked like he had a 2-liter soda bottle with 2 yoga balls hanging in a net.
"hello Mary," he said, you decided to reply "it's Michael dad, not Mary, I decided on a more masculine name." "oh, of course, sorry mike" he always had a habit of giving him nicknames. "I guess I should do the same don't look like a Sarah anymore do I. hmm, how about Sam short for Samson any way I made breakfast for us," he said. Mike agreed with sar... sorry Sam, after that Mary asked if he would like to fuck to which his dad said "sorry gonna have to do a rain check I'm expecting some new clothes from amazon for me, I didn't think to get you anything sorry", "its OK dad ill just head back to the mall and get some new shirts, besides its not like a guy going around shirtless is unheard of." mike said.
mike decided it wasn't to far from the mall he'll walk.