Ty calmly watched June relaxing on the couch. In this light, he realized what a natural beauty she possessed; it was always obscured by her sour attitude and cruel tendencies. But she had always worked to keep to her physical regimen and low-carb diet. In fact, now with Markie's help around the house, and one less child to raise, she had even more time to dedicate to herself, and Ty could see her stomach tighten and legs firm (though he made sure she maintained a healthy-sized posterior and in fact plumped it slightly for good measure). At this point, it was only fitting that she show her body off more. Ty pressed into her mind and now she preferred to wear just bra and panties around the house, as her business suit vanished and her modest underwear changed to a purple thong. She of course felt no threat from Markie and Dusty, and thanks to further rewriting, didn't mind Ty watching her. In fact, she could recall fighting off lustful feelings for him ever since he began puberty. She uncrossed her legs and absently danced her fingers along her bare thigh. She would often wonder about the size of his penis, and often pictured him while masturbating, which she now did at least twice a day. She had yet to meet a decent guy, since she spent most of her social times at the gay clubs with her former husband and son. And no man alive was as hot as her foster son Ty -- she sighed at the thought and finally dove her hand into her panties, unable to fight the urge. The fact that Ty could see her only aroused her more.
"What are you doing June," Ty asked, feigning shock.
"Oh, I'm sorry dear, I hope you don't mind. I just needed to release a little tension from work."
"I understand," Ty said, suppressing a chuckle. "You might try tweaking one of your nipples as well."
"Oh, what a great idea," June said, slipping her hand awkwardly under her bra.
"Here, let me get that for you." Ty sat next to her and unfastened June's bra, letting her breasts plop forward gently.
"Oh, thank you so much," June said through heavy breathing. "You're such a good son."
"But I'm more than just a son, aren't I?" Ty began massaging June's breasts. She flinched at first but clearly enjoyed it, and slowly leaned back into him.
"Are you? I mean, that's not right is it?"
"But June, social mores have never stopped you. In fact you get off on perverting accepted norms. I mean, you're always masturbating at work, just on the offchance that someone might walk in. In fact you would have been fired had you not offered your boss cunnilingis."
"Oh yeah," June said, recalling her new memories. "That was hot." Her excitement was building as her hand worked furiously inside her panties.
"But you're planning to quit your job soon to run that fetish site I helped you build. It's becoming such a success, you'll never have to work in another boring office ever again."
"Yeah, that's so fuckin' great. You're so good to me Ty." Ty pushed another thought in his corrupted foster mother. "Here let me do something for you." She started kissing him, ramming her tongue into his mouth and sliding her finger down his chest to his crotch. She unzipped him and began stroking him. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said with a giggle.
"What do you mean, June? We've been hooking up for over a year now. And how could you ever be with a man over 18? The thought sickens you."
June merely smiled and brought her foster son's shaft inside her; she was so close to exploding she could barely think straight. Thank goodness she'd be working from home soon. She couldn't stand being away from Ty for more than a couple hours. And no one else understood and accepted her like he did. She came and collapsed against her lover's beautiful hairless chest. She couldn't imagine a better life.