Christine, Diane's mother, was finishing her breakfast in the kitchen when she heard the piercing scream coming from her daughter's room. She looked to her husband, whose gobsmacked expression told her she was on her own. She set down her coffee and rushed down the hall.
"Diane, what's wrong sweetie?" Christine burst into the room to see her daughter sitting in bed, her face and front wet with a thick fluid, holding what appeared to be a large male phallus. Thinking she had caught her daughter with some kind of life-like pleasure aid, the mother quickly averted her gaze. But it was soon clear the foreign specimen was a natural part of her daughter's anatomy.
"Oh my g-g-g-goodness," Christine stammered. "H-h-how did this - what is - what happened, sweetheart? Are-are you okay?"
"I don't know mom," Diane sobbed, her tears mingling with the residue of her own ejaculate. "I was feeling, um, swollen down there last night, and then..." She trailed off as she recalled the details of the evening. It was all too bizarre and obscene to relay to her own mother. She buried her face in her hands, and then realized her mother had fallen silent. She looked up to see her mother looking directly at her giant penis, her eyes glassy and transfixed. "Mom," she said tentatively, "are you okay?"
"Oh I'm fine dear," Christine responded with an eerie calm. "I just noticed how beautiful your penis is. In fact, it might be the most stunning and impressive hog I've ever seen." She moved toward her daughter, fixated on her new appendage.
"Uh, mom...?" Diane stared with fear and confusion as her mother approached, still taking in her own changes.
"I'm sorry honey," Christine said as she sat down on the bed, inches from her daughter's member, her tone remaining calm and measured. "I'm trying but I just can't seem to stop looking at your gorgeous cock. It's so perfectly pink, perfect sized, I love the way the veins zigzag along the shaft just right." Diane was frozen in horror and odd fascination as her mother lifted up her penis as casually as selecting produce at the supermarket. She shivered as Christine traced an appraising finger from the base to the head.
"I know it's bizarre that my daughter suddenly has a massive meat wagon," her mom continued, thinking nothing of the very uncharacteristic slang she was using. "I feel like I should be horrified by this, but all I can think about is how gorgeous it is, and how I need to keep touching it. Such a divine work of art like this deserves to be admired and worshipped." She gave her daughter's penis a slight squeeze and Diane moaned as it grew hard. "Mmmm and it looks like it responds well to my touch. That makes me so happy dear. And these hefty balls of yours are no less impressive." She cupped them gently and lovingly, feeling their weight in her hand. "And they're very productive judging from the mess you made here."
"Mom I–" Diane started, desperate to change the course of this interaction.
"Hold on," Christine said casually as she began unbuttoning her blouse. "Let me remove this just to be safe. I just bought this last week and I'm sure a thick spunk like yours is tough to get out in the wash." She brought it over her head and then immediately unfastened her D-cup bra. "Just for good measure," she chuckled. "Now I'm not sure how you feel about girls these days, but these fun bags have brought many a chode to full salute." It was bizarre for Diane to hear her mother use such crass and vulgar language, and still in her sweet maternal tone, as if it was the most innocent and natural thing in the world. Christine then gripped her daughter's erect penis with both hands, giving the tip a gentle little kiss.
"Come on honey," her mother goaded in a low voice. "What does your friend want to do now?"