“Oops. Guess things got a little carried away, didn’t they?” I whisper to the nightie as I slip out of mom and dad’s bed, glancing back at my snoring ‘husband’.

Mom has MMS, and her tendency to change into objects whenever she’s excited or *ew* intimate, has ruined every one of their wedding anniversaries. It’s frustrating for both of them - the moment she enjoys herself too much *poof* - she’s gone! So I wanted to do something nice for them for their 20th Anniversary. I wanted to give them one nice date together. I borrowed the family autocloset. The sight of me stepping out of it in mom's mature body was enough of a shock to make her instantly transform.

“Oh, you’re perfect,” I said, picking up the silk teddy she’s become. “At least this way you can watch.” She fit perfectly over her own body, her silk form shifting sensually over my new nipples and pussy.

The evening was magical. Dad had made quite the effort, taking me out to an exquisite restaurant, though his air was resigned, clearly expecting me to transform at any moment and end the night. I concealed a smile every time he asked “why haven’t you transformed yet? Are you not enjoying yourself?”

Sure I was. The wine tasted great and the attention was intoxicating. “Of course I am, sweetie. It’s because I’m so in love with you,” I replied. It was a corny line - actually I think I stole it from Star Wars - but he seemed to buy it. Hope glittered in his eyes.

He ended the meal early and drove us home. This was a chance he’d not had in a long time. It was like Cinderella, and since he had no idea when the magic would run out and his princess would ‘turn back into a pumpkin’ he was determined to make hay while the sun shone.

And by hay I mean love. He tore off my clothes like an animal (it’s lucky mom didn’t get destroyed in the process!), spread my legs, and fucked me. Hard. It was obvious they hadn’t had sex in a long time by how rough he was.

“Why haven’t you transformed yet?” he grunted in pleased disbelief every time he plowed me harder.

“Because I’m so in love with you,” I moaned each time. Though eventually all I could do was squeal as orgasm after orgasm exploded in me.

Mom is sticky in the morning. I strip her off and toss her in the washing-dryer to clean, setting it to hot. I bend down over to peek into the machine, giving mom a wave as the tiny teddy begins to spin within its chamber of scalding water. My peachy MILF rear is naked and exposed. Hopefully dad sleeps long enough for me to use the autocloset to change ba-aaaah!

Strong arms bend me over the washing machine, and his morning wood impales deep inside me.