Mom and Dad The Remote of Transformation chapter 6 by bodyswapbabe

The air inside the house was thick with garlic and engine grease, as Ethan and Ray stepped out of the garage and into the open-concept kitchen.

Ray peeled off what remained of his shredded tank top and tossed it onto the granite counter with a wet slap, his chest still glistening with sweat and motor oil. He moved like a linebacker but looked like he belonged on the cover of a Spanish-language lingerie catalog. The bounce of his bare breasts alone would’ve made national news. But again—he didn’t notice. He just stretched his arms with a guttural sigh and wiped his brow.

“Oh, that A/C’s hittin’ different,” he mumbled, reaching for a cold can of beer from the fridge.

That’s when the front door clicked open.

Lisa Quinn stepped inside, heels clacking on tile, a Trader Joe’s bag balanced on her hip. She was in her usual post-work business-casual ensemble—navy pencil skirt, cream blouse, hair still in a neat bun. Her eyes landed on Ray, and without missing a beat, she smiled.

“There’s my man,” she purred, dropping the bag to the counter.

Ray grinned. “Heh. Hey babe.”

Then she kissed him—deeply—pressing her small frame into his sweat-slicked, oil-streaked bust. Her hands slid up his sides, cupping his waist and then… higher. Right onto his breasts.

Ethan’s jaw dropped.

They kissed like high schoolers behind the gym. Her fingers played with the loops of Ray’s shorts—right where his ass had popped out earlier—and Ray responded with a grunt and a smack to her thigh.

“Kids upstairs?” she murmured.

Ray nodded. “Ethan’s around somewhere. Think Danny’s in the den.”

Lisa gave his exposed chest a quick squeeze. “You gonna wash up, or am I getting a taste of motor oil?”

“You like it dirty,” Ray shot back with a growl.

Ethan cleared his throat—loudly.

They both looked over. “Oh! Hey, honey,” Lisa said casually, like her husband wasn’t standing there with a porn-star rack and nothing but gym shorts between him and the Lord.

Ethan backed away, ears red. “I’m just—gonna go check on Danny!”

Lisa waved, already pulling Ray toward the stairs. “Thanks, sweetie. Get him changed, will you?”

“Sure. Changed. Yup.”

He made a beeline toward the den, fumbling the remote in his hoodie pocket.