Can’t wait until we get a sequel

Garret spent the next day planning how he would liberate the device from Ben’s pocket again as the morning had began with the appointing of his new secretary Darcy Richmond a business minded woman who seemed to show no interest in him whatsoever; Garret was on his lunch break when he looked over seeing a man in a ratty lab coat. Returning to work near an hour later Garret smiled as he too now had a Mind Tooth like Ben’s in his jacket pocket, this one “The Guy” as he called himself had said was an improvement over the other in that it left a body behind even at adjustment thirteen, which was very convenient for Garret as he could be someone else without having to explain his own disappearance, for while he was occupying another body his would appear to be napping off a migraine or something in his office. Researching Darcy’s past with a few phone calls he soon discovered she had brought someone with her in the transfer to his office, a little underling named Tiffany powers (19) that dressed in similar attire to Darcy and always took long lunches with her according to a girl he had spoken to from Darcy’s old job. Having called Tiffany into his office a few moments ago Garret smiled and plugged the Mind Tooth into his ear as she walked in. Darcy now bit her lip holding back a moan as Tiffany was beneath her desk feasting on her freshly shaven cunt; loving how forceful she had been when she walked in earlier Darcy insisted Tiffany get under the desk immediately and so far was not regretting this decision as the girl was now working Darcy’s pussy towards its fifth orgasm. Stumbling from her office for some water a bit later Darcy saw the only office besides hers that seemed to have its light on was Garret’s, looking in she saw him sleeping and a Bluetooth device lying on the ground with a little blue light blinking on its side. “I would hate to have been the person he was talking to. ” Darcy mumbled as she pushed down the handle of Garret’s personal water cooler and filled her coffee cup. Drinking it down she then noticed it wasn’t like any hands-free device she had ever seen before and picked it up. “Mind Tooth…what the hell is that?” Darcy said reading the label on the device, then seeing it looked fairy new she rummaged his empty jacket nearby finding the instruction card; a smirk formed on her face as she read. “So that’s his game huh…well get ready for a demotion Mr. Matthews. ” Darcy said with a smile as she turned off the device then dropped it to the floor before crushing it under her heel. Tired of waiting for him to return Ben switched on his Mind Tooth and rolled the wheel up to thirteen this time as he considered the distance of Garret’s office. Ben woke at Garret’s desk; seeing the door close he figured he just dodged the bullet of conversation with one of Garret’s coworkers then looking at the clock he gathered up Garret’s things and left for Garret’s car in the parking lot. Garret squealed one last time in orgasm with his current little, girlish voice as Darcy feasted on the tight little pussy between his current legs. Looking at the time in panic Garret scrambled to his feet and then stumbled out minus Darcy’s skirt as he stumbles in her heels all the way to his office not seeing as Darcy followed slowly behind him. Getting inside he gasped as his chair was empty and the Mind Tooth he had gotten earlier was now a crushed little pile of broken parts beside his chair. “My body…where’s my body…it was here when I left?” Garret thought aloud in his currently squeaky young voice. “I don’t see anything wrong with the one you’re in sexy girl?” Darcy commented from behind him with a smile before swatting his naked butt. Seeing Garret turn quickly on Tiffany’s heels Darcy almost giggled out loud as Garret’s mad expression crossed Tiffany’s cute features. “Darcy you stupid cunt, don’t you get it I’m Garret Matthews, I found out about you being a little dyke earlier and shanghaied your little carpet muncher’s body so I could fuck you. ” Garret squeaked in the best angry voice he could muster using Tiffany’s squeaky tones. “No sweetie, I do get it but apparently you don’t!” Darcy retorted still smirking. “What the fuck are you talking about Darcy?” Garret yelled. “Well…you’re not Garret Matthews…not anymore, the guy who took Garret’s jacket and body when he left the building an hour ago is….and its Ms. Richmond from now on not Darcy… I never let my subordinate’s call me Darcy no matter how well they can lick a pussy. ” Darcy replied ending in a stern tone as she circled the girlish body that Garret now occupied seeing him shake slightly. “If you think for one minute that you’re going to be my boss now you’ve……ungh” Garret began ending in a squeak as Darcy pushed two fingers deep into his currently naked pussy causing his girlish legs to quiver. “I think you’re going to be whoever I tell you to be sweetie…you may have had the whole secretary pool to yourself once Garret but now you’re my bitch ….you’re my little Tiffany…get it?” Darcy replied through her teeth getting a nod from the new Tiffany. Garret knew that he was now Tiffany for good and that everyone would see him as Tiffany no matter how much he tried to explain that he wasn’t and he also knew that if she didn’t play little Tiffany to Darcy’s liking she could easily fire him and have another one just like Tiffany inside of a week, “Yes…sorry Ms. Richmond, shall we return to your office now Ma’am? The new Tiffany said in a slightly pleading tone. “Sure sweetie…I’m sure I can find something for you to do. ” Darcy said with a giggle as she felt her pussy getting wet at the thought of controlling the life of her former male chauvinist boss. Ben woke beside a naked Corinne; rubbing her butt he heard a giggle. “Feeling frisky again Benji?” Corinne cooed. “I am but I’d better get back…he has to work soon I’m sure. ” Ben replied “If you must, but I’ll be waiting in bed for you when you get back…and look forward to me torturing you until you’re back in there. ” She further added as she had now gotten out of bed naked first jiggling her plump breasts then her round butt inches from Ben’s current face. Focusing as hard as he could Ben soon found that he couldn’t seem to trigger the return like he had last time; so getting to his feet he padded the floor naked feeling his Brother in laws cock wiggle awkwardly around between his legs as he descended the stairs to his basement bedroom. Looking around he had soon found the Mind tooth near his pillow only now it seemed that the once blue light had now gone out; turning the wheel he was surprised as the light didn’t seem to want to come on. Returning upstairs he saw Corinne brushing her teeth naked, turning towards him in the mirror she grimaced. “I know…you need the bathroom Garret, I’ll be done in a minute. ” Corinne replied hatefully after spitting out a wad of toothpaste. “Rinny…it’s not Garrett, it’s me!” Ben said looking a little panicked. “Huh…I thought you were getting out so he could go to work?” Corinne said looking a little surprised. “I was, but look…see the mind tooth is dead, it just stopped working. ”Ben said putting the now lifeless device in Corinne’s hand. His jaw then dropped as Corinne began to giggle then laugh out loud. “Rinny…are you okay?” Ben asked. “Am I okay….Hell yes I’m fucking fantastic… don’t you get it Benji this means no more Garrett… and I can have you all the time?” Corinne nearly screamed happily. “But…how will I manage doing his job?” Ben asked looking a little worried. “Please he’s just a step down from corporate officer…a monkey could do his job. ”Corinne replied giggling “And the fucker’s been putting off taking a vacation for years…I was thinking maybe a little cruise…just the two of us…together. ” Corinne replied ending in a smile as her hand rubbed his new cock. After Ben called in and told his new boss that he was taking his vacation he and Corinne spent the morning together; and after using some of Garrett’s vacation time in the Cayman’s which he and Corinne called their first honeymoon Ben returned to Garret’s job not knowing that the real Garret was the little woman who was now bringing him coffee every morning who’s name badge read Tiffany Powers.

Chapter 5: Getting Close to Summer The Azure Waves Beach Spa Resort sprawled along the Gulf Coast like a hidden paradise, its white stucco buildings accented with turquoise trim, palm-fringed pools shimmering under the relentless Texas sun, and the distant crash of waves providing a rhythmic soundtrack to indulgence. The lobby was a haven of luxury: marble floors cooled by ocean breezes, plush seating areas dotted with tropical plants, and the faint scent of eucalyptus from the spa diffusers. As the group checked in, the receptionist—a perky young woman with a name tag reading “Mia”—handed over key cards with a smile. “Welcome, ladies! Your suites are in the Ocean Wing. Pool’s open all day, and your massages are booked for 3 PM. Enjoy!” John, still inhabiting Heather’s body, clutched his key card tightly, his manicured fingers trembling slightly with a mix of nerves and exhilaration. The hug with Summer lingered in his mind—the press of her larger breasts against his, the warmth of her breath on his neck, that telltale blush coloring her cheeks as they pulled apart. She blushed. Hard. Was that because of me? Or… Heather? Does she feel something too? He wondered internally, a spark of hope igniting in his chest. This body swap thing is nuts, but if it means getting close to her like this… I’ll take it. The group dispersed to their individual suites with plans to reconvene at the main pool in an hour, Amy and Jessica chattering excitedly about cocktails and sunbathing. John’s suite was a slice of opulence: a spacious room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the beach, a king bed draped in crisp linens, and a private balcony where the sea air whispered promises of relaxation. A mini-bar stocked with chilled wines and fruits sat invitingly by the desk, and the bathroom boasted a rainfall shower and plush robes. Alone at last, he set his bag down and faced the full-length mirror, Heather’s reflection staring back—sun dress hugging curves, ponytail slightly tousled from the drive. Time to change. Make it fun. A mischievous grin spread across his lips as he decided to indulge in the moment, turning the simple act of changing into a private spectacle. He started slow, swaying his hips to an imaginary beat, fingers tracing the thin straps of the dress. Strip tease for one. Why not? This body’s made for it. He slipped one strap down, then the other, letting the fabric pool at his waist, exposing Heather’s lacy bra that cradled his modest B-cup breasts. Cupping them, he squeezed gently, thumbs circling nipples until they peaked, a soft gasp escaping—Heather’s voice, breathy and feminine. Feels so good. Sensitive as hell. The dress fell to the floor in a whisper, leaving him in just the thong panties, the string nestled teasingly between his ass cheeks. He turned, admiring the view: smooth skin, toned legs, the curve of his hips flaring out invitingly. Hooking thumbs into the thong, he bent forward dramatically, sliding it down slowly, ass presented to the mirror as his pussy came into view—already glistening with arousal. Look at that. Wet just from thinking about her. He stepped out of the panties, fully nude now, and struck poses: one hand on hip, the other trailing down his stomach to brush his clit, eliciting a shiver. Grabbing the white two-piece bikini from his bag, he made the donning equally erotic. First the bottoms: stepping in exaggeratedly, pulling them up so the fabric hugged his mound, the high-cut sides framing his ass like a work of art. He adjusted the front, fingers dipping briefly into his folds for a teasing rub. Mmm, tight fit. Shows off everything. The top came next—tying it behind his back with a flourish, the padding lifting his breasts into fuller, perkier cleavage that spilled slightly at the edges. He bounced on his toes, watching them jiggle. Damn, I look hot. Summer’s gonna notice. Hair down in waves, a quick touch-up of lip gloss, and he wrapped a towel around his waist like a sarong, heading out with a sway in his step that felt utterly natural. The pool area was a tropical oasis: infinity edges blending with the ocean horizon, cabanas with billowing white curtains, and lounge chairs lined up under umbrellas. Waitstaff in crisp uniforms circulated with trays of fruity cocktails. John spotted Jessica first, and his jaw nearly dropped. She lounged by the chairs like a predator in wait—a super sexy MILF cougar ready to pounce. Her one-piece swimsuit was a masterpiece of temptation: black with strategic cutouts along the sides and midriff, plunging neckline showcasing her generous D-cup bust, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. It looked straight off a supermodel runway, accentuating her toned legs and the subtle sway of her hips. Blonde hair cascaded freely, sunglasses perched on her nose, a knowing smile on her lips. [image: 1769375489091-09.jpg] Holy fuck, Jessica, John thought, a droplet of drool nearly escaping as he approached. She’s always been hot, but this? Lethal. “Jessica, wow—you look incredible,” he said in Heather’s warm voice, eyes lingering a beat too long on her cleavage. She laughed, standing to hug him—bodies pressing close, her bust against his making his nipples harden instantly. “Coming from you? Please, Heather, that bikini is fire. White on your tan? Chef’s kiss.” She pulled back, handing him a vibrant cocktail—something pink and garnished with pineapple. “Mai Tai. Figured we’d start strong.” Then, with a flirtatious grin, she offered her hand. “Shall we? Chairs are this way.” John took it, their fingers intertwining, skin warm and soft. Internally, he freaked: Hand-holding with Jessica? While she looks like that? How do I even talk without staring at her tits? But as they walked, the panic ebbed, replaced by awe as his gaze shifted to the pool. There, frolicking in the water, was Summer—splashing Amy with gleeful abandon, her laughter ringing out like music. She wore a skimpy red bikini that left little to the imagination: top straining against her E-cup breasts, bottoms tied at the sides with bows that begged to be undone. Water glistened on her taller, thinner frame, droplets tracing paths down her toned abs and long legs. Amy, in a sporty blue two-piece that hugged her perky C-cups and athletic build, laughed back, but John’s eyes were glued to Summer. Oh my God. She’s perfection. Bouncing in the water like that… I could watch forever. [image: 1769375496439-10.jpg] [image: 1769375509089-11.jpg] They settled into adjacent lounge chairs, cocktails in hand, the sun warming their skin. John sipped his drink—sweet and potent, rum hitting just right—while freaking out internally about small talk. What do I say? Weather? No, too lame. But Heather’s essence surged forward: that natural charisma, the ease of conversation she’d always had. “So, Jess, tell me—how’s the yoga studio been? Any new hot instructors catching your eye?” he asked with a teasing lilt, leaning back to mirror her relaxed pose. Jessica chuckled, sipping her drink. “Oh, you know me—always scouting talent. There’s this one guy, mid-20s, abs for days. But honestly, I’ve been too busy. What about you? Dating scene treating you well since… you know.” Her voice softened, referencing Heather’s widowhood without dwelling. The chat flowed effortlessly: gossip about neighborhood drama (Mrs. Wilkins’ latest affair scandal), shared laughs over parenting woes (Amy’s college antics mirroring Summer’s), and deeper tidbits—Jessica confessing her secret love for trashy romance novels, John sharing Heather’s fondness for gardening mixed with his own taste in indie films. This is wild. I’m learning stuff about her I’d never know as John. All the while, his eyes darted to Summer in the pool: her lithe body diving under, emerging with hair slicked back, breasts heaving with each breath. So close. I can hear her laugh, see every curve. This is heaven. Summer, mid-splash with Amy, glanced over occasionally, catching “Heather” watching. She’s staring. At me? Curiosity bloomed in her chest, a warm flutter between her legs. Heather’s always been gorgeous, but today… that bikini, those eyes on me. Does she feel it too? Hours melted away in glorious voyeurism—John reveling in Summer’s every move, the way water beaded on her skin, her playful shrieks as Amy dunked her. But Amy eventually broke the spell, swimming to the edge. “Hey, ladies! Massage time—let’s go! Don’t want to be late.” Summer climbed out, water cascading off her body as she approached the chairs. Up close, John drank her in: the red bikini clinging wetly, nipples faintly visible through the fabric, her taller frame towering slightly, ass cheeks peeking from the bottoms. Fuck, she’s dripping. Warm and fuzzy? I’m on fire. Summer’s eyes roamed Heather’s body too—the white bikini enhancing cleavage, the way it hugged her slit subtly. Heather looks… edible. That lift in her boobs, her legs… God, I’m getting wet just looking. The group toweled off and headed to the massage suite, a serene wing with dim lighting, soft instrumental music, and the scent of lavender oil. Private rooms branched off a central changing area with lockers and robes. John decided to go with the flow—Never had a massage before. Might as well enjoy. In the changing room, privacy screens offered partial cover, but glimpses were inevitable. He stripped slowly: bikini top untied, breasts freed with a bounce; bottoms slid down, exposing his smooth pussy. Sneaking peeks, he caught Jessica’s nude form—voluptuous curves, shaved mound, ass like a peach. Amy’s athletic body—perky tits, trimmed bush. But Summer… Jesus. Tall and lithe, her E-cups heavy and natural, pink nipples erect from the cool air, pussy with a neat landing strip. She bent to pick up her robe, ass presented, folds peeking invitingly. Summer stole a glance back, eyes widening at Heather’s body: modest but toned, breasts pert, pussy bare and glistening slightly. She’s beautiful. Smooth everywhere… I want to touch. Both flushed, slipping into thin massage gowns—paper-thin fabric that hid little. In the massage room—four tables side by side, therapists waiting with oils—John lay face-down, the gown parting to expose his back. As hands kneaded his muscles, tension melted, and conversation sparked with Summer on the next table. “This feels amazing,” he sighed in Heather’s voice. “First time for a pro massage?” Summer turned her head, smiling. “Yeah, me too. Kinda nervous, but… relaxing. How’s your summer been, Heather? Amy says you’ve been busy.” Small talk evolved: college life (Summer’s volleyball team drama), favorites (John mixing his indie rock playlists with Heather’s classic jazz, movies like his sci-fi faves blended with her rom-coms). “I love those mind-bendy films,” he shared. “Like, ones that twist reality.” Depth crept in: dreams, fears. Then, intimacy. “Speaking of twists,” Summer ventured shyly, “have you ever… experimented? With, um, relationships?” John’s heart raced—Heather’s bi-curiosity surfacing in memories. “Honestly? Yes. I’ve always been curious about women. Experimented in college—a few flings. It’s… liberating.” True for her body. And hot to admit. Summer’s eyes lit up, ecstatic. Heather? Into women? Experimented? Oh my God. Internally: This could be my chance. Make a move later? They delved deeper—Summer confessing, “I’m curious too. About my sexuality. Not sure yet, but… girls intrigue me. Not tell Amy or Mom, okay? Secret.” “I promise,” John replied, mind whirling with ideas. She’s a closet lesbian? Perfect. Crazy plans brewing—could I… with her? As Heather? Topics shifted, landing on porn anecdotes for laughs. “Weirdest kink?” Summer teased. John feigned shyness. “Oh, God… okay, MILF stuff, mom/son or mom/daughter roleplay. And… gender transformation, body swaps. Some TG/trans stuff. Plausible for me, right?” My actual kinks. Living one now. Summer’s intrigue peaked—surprised, aroused. Body swaps? Hot. I could listen to her forever. “Tell me more sometime?” Massages ended, leading to dinner at the resort’s seaside restaurant: candlelit tables, fresh seafood, wine flowing. Gossip flew—day’s highlights, spa tales. Amy probed: “So, who caught your eye today? Hot guys around?” Jessica grinned. “That lifeguard—tall, tanned. Yum.” But John and Summer blushed, stammering vague answers, eyes meeting across the table with shared heat. Back in his suite, John unwound, reflecting. Unbelievable. Staring at Summer all day, sharing secrets. She’s into girls—maybe me. Even if not as John… worth it? He pondered his kinks: Living a body swap fantasy. Porn come to life. Chapter 6: Summer Makes Her Move The resort’s restaurant lingered in Summer’s mind like a hazy afterglow as she slipped back into her suite, the door clicking shut behind her with a soft finality. The room was a mirror of Heather’s—ocean views framed by gauzy curtains, the bed inviting with its turned-down sheets, and the faint hum of waves crashing outside like a lullaby. But sleep was the last thing on her mind. Dinner had been electric: the way Heather’s eyes had met hers across the table, that shared blush when Amy teased about crushes, the wine loosening tongues and inhibitions. Heather… into women? Experimented? And those kinks—body swaps, MILF roleplay. God, it’s like she read my fantasies. Summer’s skin tingled with the memory, a warmth spreading from her chest downward as she kicked off her sandals and padded to the mirror. She stood there, illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, her red bikini swapped earlier for a simple tank top and shorts that clung to her damp skin from the evening humidity. Look at you, she thought, inner monologue swirling with a mix of nerves and desire. Twenty years old, closet lesbian, crushing on your best friend’s mom. Pathetic? Or… bold? Her hands moved almost of their own accord, slipping under the hem of her tank top to lift it slowly over her head. Blonde waves tumbled free, framing her face as she tossed the top aside. Her E-cup breasts bounced gently, freed from confinement, nipples already hardening in the cool air-conditioned room. She cupped them, thumbs brushing the sensitive peaks, a soft sigh escaping her lips. So full, so sensitive. Imagine her hands on them—Heather’s. Mature, knowing touch. The shorts came next, shimmying down her long legs to reveal lacy panties that matched her earlier bikini—red and sheer, hinting at the neatly trimmed blonde patch beneath. She turned, admiring her reflection: taller frame lean and athletic from volleyball, ass firm and rounded, thighs toned from endless practices. I’m hot. She noticed me today—ogling at the pool, in the changing room. Those eyes on my body… Arousal built like a tide, her pussy aching with need. She slipped a hand into her panties, fingers finding her clit—swollen and slick already. Circling slowly, she moaned softly, imagining Heather’s voice from the massage: I’ve experimented… curious about women. “Fuck,” Summer whispered, her free hand pinching a nipple. What if I went to her room right now? Knocked, told her I can’t stop thinking about her. Experimented… with me. The fantasy spiraled: Heather pulling her inside, lips crashing, hands exploring. She’s bi-curious. Shared those secrets. This could happen. Her fingers dipped lower, sliding into her wet folds, pumping gently as her knees weakened. Mentor me, like in those porn vids—the mom teaching the daughter. God, yes. Orgasm hovered close, but she stopped, breathing ragged. No. Not alone. Go to her. Now. Panties off, she grabbed a silk robe from the closet—thin and short, tying it loosely so it gaped at the front, hinting at her nudity beneath. Heart pounding, she slipped out into the dimly lit hallway, bare feet silent on the carpet, making her way to Heather’s door. This is crazy. But if she turns me away… at least I tried. She knocked softly, pulse racing. Back in Heather’s suite, John paced the room, the nightgown whispering against his skin like a lover’s promise. The silk fabric clung to his curves, nipples visible through the thin material, a constant reminder of his borrowed body. Dinner replayed in his mind: the gossip, the laughter, Summer’s blush mirroring his own. She shared she’s curious. About girls. And I—Heather—admitted to experimenting. Fuck, the ideas in my head… could I seduce her? As Mom? Taboo as hell, but… hot. He ran a hand through his brunette waves, arousal simmering from the day’s sights—Summer’s body, wet and glistening, her secret glances. Living my kink. Body swap porn come true. If only I could— A knock shattered the silence. John’s heart—or Heather’s—leaped into his throat. Who the hell? At this hour? Peeking through the peephole, his breath caught: Summer, in a robe that barely contained her, blonde hair tousled, eyes wide with nervous determination. Oh shit. It’s her. What does she want? Internally freaking: Calm down. Play it cool. But… what if this is it? He smoothed the nightgown, took a deep breath, and opened the door. “Summer? Is everything okay?” [image: 1769375521872-12.jpg] She didn’t answer with words. Stepping inside, she pushed the door shut behind her, locked it with a click, and surged forward. Her hands cupped Heather’s face—John’s face—and she kissed him fiercely, lips soft and urgent, tongue seeking entry. John gasped into the kiss, body responding instinctively: arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. The robe gaped, her naked breasts pressing against the nightgown, heat radiating through the fabric. Holy fuck, she’s kissing me. Naked under there? This is happening. They stumbled backward, Summer guiding him toward the bed, her taller frame dominant yet gentle. Breaking the kiss, Summer’s blue eyes locked onto his, cheeks flushed. “Heather… I can’t get you out of my head. All day—the pool, the changing room, the massage. You were staring. Ogling me. And what you said… about being curious, experimenting. It lit something in me.” John’s mind reeled, but Heather’s charisma surged: “Summer, honey… I noticed you too. Blushing, glancing back. You’re beautiful. Irresistible.” This is insane. My crush, making the move on me—as her. His pussy throbbed, wet and aching. Summer’s hands roamed, slipping under the nightgown to caress his hips. “I… I’ve never done this. With a woman. But I want to. With you.” She hesitated, biting her lip. “Remember your kinks? The roleplay stuff? I have a favorite porn vid… the mom mentoring her daughter, teaching her about sex. Gentle at first, then… passionate. Will you? Roleplay that for me? Be the mom, show me?” John’s arousal spiked—One of my favorites too. The taboo mentor scene. He nodded, letting go, autopilot kicking in. Heather’s sultriness blended with his knowledge, reciting lines perfectly. “Oh, sweetie,” he purred in Heather’s voice, seductive and maternal, “come here. Mommy’s going to teach you everything. Make you feel so good.” He pushed Summer gently onto the bed, climbing atop her, nightgown hiking up to reveal his thighs. Summer moaned, robe falling open completely, exposing her nude body—breasts heaving, pussy glistening. John fondled her with grace: hands tracing her sides, cupping her E-cups softly, thumbs rolling nipples with deliberate, experienced touches. “Like this, baby? Feel how sensitive they are?” Summer arched, gasping. “Yes… Heather—Mommy—more.” But John switched to a male touch—his old instincts—groping harder, massaging her breasts roughly, pinching just enough to elicit a yelp. Summer’s eyes widened. “That’s… different. Rougher. Like a guy would.” He caught himself, switching back to Heather’s graceful strokes, fingers trailing down her stomach. “Sorry, sweetie. Got carried away. Let Mommy show you properly.” Lower now, he spread her legs, face inches from her pussy—pink and wet, scent musky and inviting. Diving in like a horny teenager—his true self—tongue lapping eagerly, sloppy and enthusiastic, sucking her clit with fervor. “Taste so good,” he mumbled against her folds. Summer writhed, hands in his hair. “Oh God… that’s intense. Like a teen boy eating me out for the first time.” She noticed the shift, but moaned louder. “Don’t stop—switch back if you want. It’s hot.” John obliged, alternating: graceful licks with Heather’s precision, then teen-like enthusiasm—fingers plunging in, curling to hit her G-spot. Summer bucked, crying out. They kissed passionately next—tongues dancing, tastes mingling, bodies grinding. “Finger me,” Summer begged, guiding his hand. He did, two fingers sliding into her tightness, pumping rhythmically while his thumb worked her clit. “Like this? Feel Mommy filling you?” Summer reciprocated, hand slipping under the nightgown to find his pussy—wet and eager—fingers dipping in, exploring. “You’re so wet, Heather. Taste yourself?” They ate each other out in turns: John on his back, Summer’s face buried between his legs, tongue flicking his clit expertly now, drawing moans that echoed Heather’s voice. “Yes… right there, baby. Lick Mommy’s pussy.” Climax built, leading to scissoring: legs intertwined, pussies grinding. First position—side by side, hips rocking, clits rubbing in slick friction. “Fuck, yes,” Summer gasped, breasts bouncing. They switched: Summer on top, dominant, grinding down hard; then John atop, using Heather’s hips to maximize contact, juices mixing. Multiple positions—facing each other, backs arched; one on her back, the other straddling backward for deeper pressure. Orgasms crashed simultaneously: bodies shuddering, moans filling the room, waves of pleasure rippling through them. Exhausted, they collapsed, embracing—Summer’s head on Heather’s chest, legs tangled, breaths syncing. “That was… incredible,” Summer whispered, kissing his neck. “Thank you.” John held her, mind blissed: My dream. Intimate with Summer. Inside and out. They drifted to sleep, bodies entwined. Morning light filtered in early, Summer stirring first. She slipped from the bed quietly, robe on, glancing back at the sleeping form. Can’t get caught. But… wow. More later? She snuck out, door clicking softly. John woke moments later, alone, sheets tangled and scented with sex. Was that… a dream? Felt so real. But the ache between his legs, the lingering taste on his lips—No. It happened. He rolled over, wondering if it was all a massive lucid fantasy, heart racing with confusion and lingering ecstasy. Chapter 7: Back to Reality? John’s eyelids fluttered open to the familiar sight of his bedroom ceiling, the posters of video game characters and bands staring back at him like old friends. Sunlight streamed through the half-drawn blinds, casting striped patterns across his rumpled sheets. He groaned, shifting under the covers, immediately aware of the insistent throb between his legs—morning wood, tenting his boxers, and a sticky wetness that suggested a wet dream had spilled over into reality. What the hell was that? he thought, fragments of the night flashing like a fevered montage: Summer’s body writhing against his—Heather’s—scissoring in ecstasy, moans echoing in a spa suite. It felt so real. Too real. But… a dream? Yeah, must be. The most intense wet dream ever. Disappointment washed over him like a cold shower, his cock twitching one last time at the memory before he willed it down. Gone. All of it—the body swap, the explorations, Summer. Just my horny brain playing tricks. He swung his legs over the bed, feet hitting the cool hardwood floor of his room—a teenage mess of discarded clothes, gaming controllers, and empty soda cans. The house felt eerily quiet, no clatter from the kitchen or Amy’s music blasting from her room. Weird. Usually Mom’s up making breakfast. He stripped off his sticky boxers, tossing them into the hamper, and grabbed a fresh pair from his drawer along with jeans and a t-shirt. A quick cleanup in his attached bathroom—splashing water on his face, brushing his teeth—did little to shake the lingering haze. That dream… possessing Mom’s body, fucking Summer as her. Taboo as hell. Hot, though. Wish it wasn’t just a subconscious jerk-off session. Dressed now, he headed downstairs, the stairs creaking under his weight. The kitchen was empty, no coffee brewing, no note on the counter. “Mom? Amy?” he called out, voice echoing in the silence. A glance at the clock—9 AM on a Sunday—confirmed they should be home. Where is everyone? Did they go out early? His stomach rumbled, but before he could raid the fridge, a car horn blared outside, sharp and insistent. Curiosity piqued, John peered through the front window. There, in the driveway, was Heather’s SUV, doors open as four women unloaded bags: Heather, Jessica, Amy, and Summer. The spa trip. They must’ve just gotten back. But something felt off—Heather looked radiant, her brunette hair windswept, wearing that sexy sun dress from the dream, hugging her curves. Jessica, ever the MILF, laughed with Amy as they hauled luggage, her blonde locks catching the light. Summer… oh, Summer. She stood a bit apart, slinging a duffel over her shoulder, but her eyes were locked on Heather, scanning her up and down with an intensity that bordered on hunger. Is she… ogling Mom? Like, checking her out? Nah, can’t be. John’s mind spun, the dream’s echoes making everything feel surreal. The group spotted him in the window, waving him out. John stepped onto the porch, the warm Texas air hitting him like a wave. Heather was first to approach, arms open wide. “John, sweetie! There you are.” She pulled him into a tight hug, her body pressing against his—soft breasts against his chest, the faint scent of jasmine shampoo and something muskier, like sex and sweat. He hugged back awkwardly, hyper-aware of how good she felt, the dream’s intimacies flashing unbidden. Pulling back, Heather’s warm brown eyes met his, a playful sparkle in them that wasn’t quite… her. “So, what did you get up to while we were gone? Play any good games?” She tilted her head, smiling. “That Elden Ring you mentioned—is it still as interesting as you said? The fire giant boss sounds brutal.” John froze, his brain short-circuiting. What? Mom knows about Elden Ring? The fire giant? I never told her that. He’d rambled about it to friends, sure, but Heather? She barely knew Mario from Minecraft. “Uh… yeah, it’s cool. Beat it finally.” His voice came out strained, confusion mounting. Heather winked—actually winked—at him, leaning in closer so her breath tickled his ear. “Good boy. We should chat later about some… RPGs and scenarios we could try out. When we have more privacy.” Her hand lingered on his arm, a subtle squeeze that sent a jolt straight to his groin. RPGs? Scenarios? Like roleplay? What the fuck is going on? Is she… flirting? With me? Her son? His mind reeled, the dream’s body swap theory suddenly not so dreamlike. No way. Did it actually happen? Was I really in her body? And she… in mine? He stammered a response—“Sure, Mom… sounds fun?”—but recovered enough to glance at the others. Jessica and Amy were busy with bags, chatting animatedly about the spa’s hot tubs. Summer, though, waved from afar, her taller frame stunning in shorts and a crop top that showcased her E-cup bust and toned midriff. “Bye, John! Catch you later?” she called, blowing him a kiss with a wink. Then, when Jessica and Amy turned away, she mouthed “Thank you,” her lips forming the words clearly, followed by a scissoring motion with her fingers—index and middle crossing like grinding legs. John’s jaw dropped, heat flooding his face—and his pants. Scissoring? Like… what we did in the dream? Thank you? For what? Confusion crashed over him like a tidal wave. This can’t be coincidence. It happened. The swap was real. And Summer… she knows? Or thinks it was Mom? Fuck, I need answers. He waved back weakly, hoping to grill Heather later for insights. The goodbyes wrapped up quickly—Jessica and Summer heading next door, Amy disappearing inside with her bags. Heather shot John one last knowing smile before following Amy, leaving him on the porch, mind spinning like a glitchy game. Later that day, the living room hummed with normalcy—or what passed for it. John lounged on the couch, controller in hand but game paused, his thoughts a whirlwind. Amy sprawled nearby, scrolling her phone, while Heather sat in the armchair, flipping through a magazine but stealing glances at him. She’s different. More… aware? Flirty? If the swap happened, does she remember? Did she experience my body while I was in hers? The taboo implications made his cock stir uncomfortably—imagining Heather in his teenage form, maybe even jerking off, exploring. His phone buzzed in his pocket, jolting him. An unknown number, but the message preview showed a link and a heart emoji. He pulled it out, opening the text: “Hey John, it’s Summer. Hope you enjoy these pics from the trip Maybe we can meet up later to explore and have some ‘fun’? as she was curious about meeting the real John…” Attached was a link to a private photo album. Summer? Texting me? With a winky face? Heart pounding, he clicked the link, the album loading in his browser. First, innocent group shots: the four women in sexy outfits at the spa—Heather in that white bikini, cleavage enhanced; Summer frolicking in the pool, water glistening on her curves; Jessica posing like a model; Amy laughing in her swimsuit. Selfies galore, all playful and hot. But scrolling deeper… the tone shifted. Sexy solos: Summer in her robe, parted to show a nipple; Heather—Mom—in the nightgown, hand cupping her breast suggestively. Then nudes: Summer sprawled on the bed, legs spread, fingers teasing her pussy; Heather mirroring, her modest breasts bared, fingers dipped into her slit. And the foreplay shots—oh God—the two together: kissing passionately, Summer’s larger tits mashed against Heather’s; fingers intertwined in each other’s pussies; scissoring positions, bodies grinding, faces contorted in pleasure. Explicit, unfiltered—cum-slicked thighs, moaning expressions captured in selfies. John nearly dropped his phone, his cock instantly hard, straining against his jeans. This is… from last night. The ‘dream.’ But real. They did this. Summer and… Mom? Or me in Mom’s body? And she’s sending it to me? The message’s words echoed: Curious about the real John. Did she know? Suspect the swap? Amy glanced over. “You okay, bro? Look like you saw a ghost.” “Yeah, fine,” he muttered, shoving the phone into his pants—right over his bulge, the vibration from another buzz making him twitch. Confront Mom? Text Summer back? What the hell is going on? But beneath the confusion, gratitude bloomed. Whoever—whatever—made this happen… thank you. He rejoined the conversation with a dazed smile, intrigued and aroused, the album’s secrets burning in his pocket like a promise of more taboo adventures to come. Epilogue: Revelations and Resolutions The weeks following the spa trip blurred into a haze of normalcy laced with undercurrents of the extraordinary, like a dream that refused to fully dissipate. Willow Creek simmered under the relentless Texas sun, barbecues and pool parties filling the air with laughter and the scent of grilled burgers, but for John, every glance at Heather or text from Summer carried the weight of unspoken secrets. The photo album burned a hole in his phone’s hidden folder—explicit reminders of a night he both cherished and questioned. Was it really me in her body? Or did some cosmic force just… make it happen? And Mom—why does she act like she knows more than she’s letting on? He’d caught her staring at him during family dinners, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, her usual modest demeanor laced with a playful edge that mirrored his own geeky humor. It all came to a head one humid evening, about two weeks after the trip. Amy had gone out with friends for a movie night, leaving the house quiet except for the hum of the AC and the distant chirp of crickets. John found Heather in the living room, lounging on the couch in a simple tank top and shorts that hugged her fit figure, her brunette hair loose and tousled. She was scrolling through her phone, but set it aside when he entered, her warm brown eyes lighting up with that new, intriguing sparkle. “Hey, sweetie. Come sit. We haven’t had a real chat since the trip.” John’s heart pounded as he sank into the armchair across from her, his mind racing. Now or never. Confront her. Figure out what the hell happened. He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. “Mom… about that wink the day you got back. And asking about my games. You never cared about that stuff before. What’s going on?” Heather’s expression softened, but there was a flush to her cheeks, a mix of guilt and something… excited? She leaned forward, her modest B-cup breasts shifting under the tank top, drawing his eye involuntarily—a taboo flicker he shoved down. “John, honey… I need to confess something. That night before the trip, when you… well, I heard you in your room. Wishing aloud about Summer. It was late, and I was passing by to check on you. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but… it stirred something in me.” John’s face burned, embarrassment mingling with shock. She heard me jerking off? Wishing to get closer to Summer? “Mom, I—” She held up a hand, her voice steady but laced with vulnerability. “Let me finish. I’ve always felt responsible for you, especially after your dad. And hearing that wish… it unlocked memories of my own wilder days. College experiments, curiosities I buried. But that night, something shifted. Like a… spark. The next morning, I woke up feeling different. More alive. And during the trip…” She trailed off, biting her lip, her eyes darting away as if reliving it. God, what did I do? With Summer—my daughter’s best friend. It felt so right, so intense. But was it me? Or something else? “What about the trip?” John pressed, leaning in, his pulse racing. She thinks she did it. With Summer. But it was me—in her body. Heather sighed, running a hand through her hair—a gesture so like his own nervous tic that it sent a chill down his spine. “Summer and I… we got close. Intimate. She came to my room that night, and I… I went with it. Roleplayed, explored. It was like I was channeling something younger, hornier. Like parts of you, maybe? Your energy?” She laughed softly, but it was tinged with self-doubt. “I feel responsible. For crossing lines with her. She’s Amy’s friend, and I’m… well, me. But it happened, and now I can’t stop thinking about it. The thrill, the taboo.” John’s mind whirled. She wasn’t in my body. No swap for her. But she felt it—my influence? My personality bleeding through? Internally, relief and arousal battled: So it was me, fully. But she thinks it was her own will. And now she’s… changed? Showing my traits? “Mom, that’s… intense. But why the game talk? The winks?” She smiled, a playful glint in her eye that was unmistakably his own geeky charm. “Since that night, I’ve felt more… adventurous. Like I’ve got this new side. Your side? I’ve even looked up some of those videos you might like. Body swap stuff, gender transformations. Kinky, right?” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, laced with a seductive lilt he’d heard in her body. “What if we roleplayed one? Just us. I could be the son, you the mom—or swap it. Explore those scenarios. It’d be our secret. Fun, taboo… intimate.” John’s cock stirred at the suggestion, the taboo heat of it overwhelming. Mom wants to roleplay a body swap? With me? Fuck, that’s my kink. But she’s my step-mom… He swallowed hard, nodding slowly. “I… yeah. Maybe. We can talk about it.” Heather’s eyes sparkled, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “Good. I love you, John. And I’m sorry if I overstepped with Summer. But it felt… right.” She pulled back, the moment heavy with unspoken possibilities, leaving John dazed as she headed upstairs. She’s got my personality now. Wants to play out my fantasies. This summer’s just getting weirder—and hotter. As the days stretched into the final week of summer break, the neighborhood buzzed with back-to-school prep, but John’s focus narrowed to Summer. Texts had flown between them—flirty at first, then explicit: shared memories of the album pics, teasing promises of “meeting the real John.” She knows something. That ‘thank you’ and scissor motion—it’s like she suspects I was involved. Amy headed back to college early for orientation, and Heather busied herself with work, leaving John with pockets of freedom. The climax came on a sultry Friday evening, a text from Summer lighting up his phone: “Meet me at the old park trailhead. 8 PM. Alone. Got something to show you… and do to you. ;)” The park was a secluded spot on the edge of town—winding trails through woods, a hidden clearing by a creek where teens snuck off for privacy. John arrived as the sun dipped low, fireflies flickering in the dusk, his nerves electric. Summer waited on a picnic blanket, looking ethereal in a short sundress that hugged her taller frame, her blonde waves glowing in the fading light, E-cup breasts straining the fabric. “John,” she purred, standing to hug him—bodies pressing close, her curves against his lean form. “Finally. The real you.” [image: 1769375535690-13.jpg] They sat, the air thick with tension, a bottle of wine between them. “Summer… those pics. The trip. What happened with… Mom?” He hesitated, probing. She smiled mysteriously, sipping wine. “Oh, I know, John. You were responsible. Somehow. That night with Heather—it was you in there, wasn’t it? Your energy, your kinks spilling out. The way she switched touches, knew my favorite scenes… it was too perfect. Too you.” She leaned in, her hand on his thigh. “Don’t ask how I know. A girl’s got her secrets. But thank you. It opened my eyes. Made me want the original.” John’s breath hitched, arousal surging. She knows. Doesn’t care how. Wants me. “Summer… I—” “Shh.” She kissed him, soft at first, then hungry—tongues dancing, her larger body pressing him back onto the blanket. Hands roamed: hers under his shirt, nails raking his chest; his cupping her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks. “I’ve wanted this since that hug when I got home. But now, after tasting a piece of you… I need the full thing.” She pushed him flat, unzipping his jeans with deft fingers, freeing his hardening cock—thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum. “Look at you. Real boy parts.” She licked her lips, blue eyes locked on his as she lowered her head. Her mouth enveloped him—warm, wet, tongue swirling the head, sucking gently at first, then deeper. John groaned, hands in her blonde hair, as she bobbed—taking him halfway, then all, throat relaxing around him. Fuck, her mouth… so skilled. Bigger tits bouncing as she sucks. She hummed, vibrations sending shocks through him, one hand stroking the base while the other fondled his balls. “Summer… God, yes,” he moaned, hips bucking lightly. She popped off briefly, grinning. “Taste different. Saltier. Love it.” Back down, faster now—sloppy, saliva dripping, her free hand slipping under her dress to rub her pussy. The sight pushed him close, but she sensed it, pulling off with a wet pop. “Not yet. Want you inside me first.” She straddled him, dress hiked up—no panties, her wet pussy hovering over his cock. “Condom?” he gasped. “On the pill. Clean. You?” He nodded, and she sank down—tight, hot walls gripping him inch by inch, her E-cups bouncing as she rode. “Fuck, John… feels so good. Different from scissoring, but… perfect.” She ground her hips, clit rubbing against his base, moans filling the clearing. John thrust up, hands on her breasts—squeezing, pinching nipples—then flipped her onto her back, pounding deeper. Positions shifted: missionary, her legs over his shoulders for depth; doggy, ass jiggling as he slapped it lightly; cowgirl again, her taller body dominating. Orgasms built—hers first, pussy clenching around him, crying out as she came. He followed, pulling out to cum on her stomach—hot ropes painting her skin. Breathless, they collapsed, laughing softly. “The real John’s even better,” she whispered, kissing him. “More this summer? And beyond?” “Absolutely,” he replied, the gender-bending whirlwind of the break culminating in this raw, real connection. As stars emerged overhead, John thanked whatever force had twisted his wish into this taboo, erotic reality—closer to Summer than ever, inside and out.

So freaking good!

Holy cow!! That twist!! Great story as always.

This story needs a part 2

Love where this is going, lets see if there’s “permanent” posssession sticker somewhere.

So good!! Can’t wait for part 2!

I sprinted back to camp, heart thumping like crazy, still clutching that bit of parchment with “Cyrus” scribbled on it. The sky was turning orange as the sun dipped, which kind of made Esther’s tent look weirdly inviting. “Esther!” I called out, catching my breath. “You in there?” I heard her talking quietly inside, so I figured she was there. Once I’d calmed down a little, I blurted, “I found something about the dungeon—a name, Cyrus.” There was this long, awkward silence. Then the tent flap pulled back and Esther’s voice came, quiet but steady: “Step inside, Jasper.” I hesitated for a second, then ducked in. What I saw nearly knocked me over—Esther, totally naked in the low light, standing there like it was nothing. I caught a glimpse between her thighs and just… stared. “Esther…” I said, a little breathless. But she didn’t waste any time, just zipped the tent shut behind me and closed the space between us. Next thing I knew, she was pressing up against me, kissing me hard, her body hot against mine. My head spun. There was no thinking, just pure feeling—Esther everywhere, her skin, her scent, her hands moving fast. I barely even noticed the mess in her tent—papers everywhere, her nun outfit tossed in the corner. All I could focus on was her, pulling at my clothes, getting me out of my pants. I couldn’t help but grind against her touch, hard and aching. She dropped down and her mouth hovered over my cock through the fabric. I shuddered when she started kissing down my length, the anticipation killing me. She yanked my pants down and I let out a shaky breath, my cock out and throbbing. Esther looked up, eyes brighter than I’d ever seen, with this half-wicked smile. Not her usual calm, churchy self at all. She went down on me, slow at first, tongue circling the tip, then taking more and more until my head was spinning. I moaned—couldn’t help it—and she just kept going, one hand on my balls, the other bracing herself against my thigh. I was close, right on the edge, when she suddenly stopped. She stood up, turned around, and gave me this perfect view of her ass. She looked over her shoulder, then eased herself down, guiding my cock inside her, both of us moaning at the feeling. She was tight and so damn wet, moving her hips to get every inch. Every time she rocked against me it felt even better. The tent filled with the sound of skin slapping, both of us panting and grunting, chasing that high. It wasn’t long before I lost control and came inside her, my whole body tensing as I finished. She stayed on top for a second, then finally pulled off, my cum dripping out of her. Then she bent down and licked me clean, shooting me this challenging look that made my brain short out. When I could finally breathe, I managed to ask, “Esther, what’s going on? Why are you doing this?” She just grinned, cheeks flushed. “I wanted to try something different,” she said, looking a little shy for the first time, “and I figured you were the right person for it.” I laughed, still dazed, looking her up and down. “This isn’t really you, you know? Not that I’m complaining.” She nodded, but smiled even wider. “I feel great, Jasper. If it’s too much, just tell me. I don’t want things to get weird.” I shook my head, completely honest. “No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. Honestly, I don’t think I can get enough now.”

“Davie… please…,” I felt tears welling up in my eyes, while I thought of my real mother. I frantically shook my head, staring at Mom, Davie, whoever it was. Did I lose her forever? I had a thousand of thoughts racing in my head. I felt my spine shiver with pure terror and my stomach knotted so tightly on the inside. I just watched Anna and Mom standing together and grinning at me. “Oh, so Anna, babe…,” Mom smiled, grasping one of Anna’s delicate hands and placing it directly on her chest. “Do you like it? I’m working on it; I want to gain some more weight, so I can grow my tits some more and fill out my hips. I wanna’ become busty and thick just like you. All I have to do is fill this body up and in no time, I’ll become you. Oh, I’m getting wet just thinking about it.” “Stop! Please!” I stood up and stared at Mom, both eyes wide with frantic. Anna smiled at Mom, caressing her body. “Oh, my. Well, I’m looking forward to it, then.” And then she looked at me, grinning; “There’s nothing you can do but to get used to this, babe. Don’t worry. We will have so much fun, together.” “Speaking of fun, let’s do something right now. Let’s get out and leave this little shit by himself tonight. Let it all soak in for him. We could go to my apartment and get smashed and among other things…” Mom closed in on Anna and wrapped her arms around her body. Promptly, they exchanged kisses. Mom broke it off momentarily. She coldly gazed at me one more time before she headed towards the front door with Anna behind her, their hands held together. I just helplessly stared at Anna and Mom, with a cold shiver in my spine and a twisted stomach. I didn’t sleep that night. It’s been two days since Mom left with Anna and left me alone. I remained in the house all weekend long, never leaving the residence. I waited for Mom to appear, as she never did. I was busy imagining how in the world Davie managed to hijack Mom’s body. However, my mind drew complete blanks. When Monday approached, I considered skipping school but I had a huge test that I didn’t want to miss. Though, I would return right back to thinking about Mom right after school or whenever I was alone. I just had to figure out a way to bring my real mother back. What a horrible nightmare that I was trapped in! Finally, I went outside on a Tuesday night, walking in the neighborhood by my lonesome and getting dinner. Afterwards, as I returned home, I discovered a car awkwardly parked on the driveway. I gasped and sprinted towards the door. The house door was already unlocked as I opened. To my surprise, I spotted a huge Rottweiler ferociously barking at me, almost throwing me off. Suddenly, I heard a pair of roaring laughter; Mom entered the living room with Anna close behind. She was proudly sporting body-hugging, bold-colored pair of shorts and a matching tank top. And underneath her tank top, Mom wore a pushup bra that caused her breast to dance with every footstep Mom made. “Down, boy!” Mom barked and the dog immediately obeyed. Mom caressed the dog’s head, sipping on a bottle of beer. Then, she licked a bit of beer from her bright red lips and delicately wiped her mouth with her feminine, soft hand. Mom flicked her hair back and plopped down on the couch, “So, meet Danger. Danger, meet my son, Eugene.” “What the hell?” my nose reacted to the faint canine aroma circling around the house. “He can’t be in here!” “It’s my house, isn’t it? If you don’t like it…” Mom pointed towards the door with the tip of her beer bottle, “…there’s the door.” She once again chugged down some beer and quietly belched. Anna plopped right onto Mom and affectionately kissed her neck. Momentarily, they shared kisses before Mom broke it off. “Oh, you’ll love Danger,” Mom smirked, while Anna giggled. “Oh and, he’s here to stay. Your darling, little sister will be very happy about having a dog. So, the little bitch will finally get one.” “Lori, sweetie. Tell your son what we did this weekend,” Anna smirked, looking up towards me, still positioned on top of Mom with her arms wrapping around her shoulders. “Oh, I’m getting to that, babe,” Mom sipped some more beer once more before continuing with her story, “Well, Anna and I fucked all weekend long.” My jaws clenched, my eyes welled with angry tears and my hand balled into a fist. However, Danger scowled up at me, positioned in front of Mom, just waiting to bite into me. “That hot lesbian sex as advertised?” Mom beamed, while nodding, “Fucking fantastic. See…” Mom sipped her beer once more, “…we fucked with dildos, we had some strap-on sex, and my pussy was just literally so moist throughout entire weekend. It was so fucking tight, I tell you. I tasted some of my own juices from that dildo in which… Anna fucked me with. And in fact…” Mom gradually spread her legs with Anna still sitting on her lap. Mom displayed a circle of moist between her legs. “…I’m so fucking wet right now, just thinking about it. And as you can see, I removed my thong, so I wear absolutely nothing underneath. I hate wearing these things, anyhow.” I couldn’t say anything, my heart pounded and my dick grew hard. My dick grew so hard that my underwear was beginning to cave in. My stomach knotted into a twist and my anger intensified. Deep inside in my own perverted way, I wanted Mom to continue telling her story. Perhaps I didn’t want her to stop. My balls of fists were now lightly trembling. I gulped hard. “And I gained like what? 10 pounds?” Mom glanced at Anna, removing some stray hair from her girlfriend’s delicate face. “I feel my tits just swelling already. Man, I just ate, drank and fucked all weekend long.” Judging by the look on my face, Mom just stared at me and quizzically asked, “Son, are you… hot? I swear that you’re so fucked up in the head, just thinking that way about your dear mother.” Anna got up from Mom, her eyes slowly gazing up and down at me before making her way towards the kitchen for another beer. She shook her head, giggling, “Wow, you’re a fucking pervert.” “Babe, fetch me another beer! I’ll need to sleep really good tonight because I gotta’ go to work tomorrow. Well, someone has to support this household, after all,” Mom brushed her hair back, rolling her eyes, “And apparently, I start a new chapter tomorrow in class and I have another swim practice at school to go to. I teach a bunch of idiots, I swear.” Moments later, Anna raced back into the living room with two bottles of beer in her hands. She sat them down on the table. Anna grabbed her purse, ruffled inside it and pulled out a pair of revealing string swimsuits. “These are so fucking cute. Wear these tomorrow at swim practice?” Anna smirked and posed the pair of revealing swimsuits upon Mom. Mom got up, snatched the swimsuits and began removing her shirt, right in front of me. My eyes widened, my lips quivered and I tried saying something but I couldn’t. I extended my hand and under my breath, I meekly uttered, “No…” My dick grew fiercely hard; I grew so hot inside as I started shaking my head. “Please, stop. I’m begging you. Don’t humiliate my mother like this…” Mom, being oblivious to it all, tossed her tank top on the floor. Mom’s pair of breasts had begun dancing correspondingly, while she was removing her push-up bra. She tossed those to the floor as well, revealing her slightly swollen breasts. Her dark pink nipples were exposed, even for me to see. Mom slipped on her string swim top and shook sideways, her breasts reacting accordingly. “My, my…” Mom giggled. “I really love it, Anna. Thanks!” She snatched the stringy swim bottom from Anna and extended it outward. She removed her pair of tight shorts and tossed it aside, revealing her smooth bottom. Mom slid on her pair of stringy swim bottom, tucking the string between her smooth pair of butt cheeks. Mom reached down towards the table, grabbed the bottle of beer and popped it open. She guzzled it down and gulped. “Gotta’ hit the hay, dear. I’m going to sleep in these things tonight,” said Mom, turning around and heading towards the stairs. With each footstep, Mom’s chest bounced and I just fixedly watched. And her buttocks were naturally swaying in a feminine fashion. “Anna, did you bring a dildo? I want a quick fuck before I sleep. 'Cause I’m so fucking wet.” “Of course, I did!” Anna smiled, nodding. She then began eyeing me, “Wow, that look on your face. You’re so pale. Drink something!” She giggled, handing me a bottle of her unopened beer. Right after, she promptly followed Mom upstairs and they disappeared for the night, right into my mother’s master bedroom. I was left alone in the living room. I just gazed down at Mom’s clothes on the floor. That pair of shorts was just lying there, with her moist right in the middle. And I just momentarily stared at it, growing hotter on the inside with my heart fiercely pounding. Danger sprawled on floor and closed his eyes. Simply, I disappeared towards my room as well. I just couldn’t think straight anymore. I just couldn’t figure out this new reality. My nightmare simply lingered on for another day.

Greg thought the movie was pretty good. Diane was thinking how wonderful it was to be sandwiched between her two men. The fact that her grown teenager was cuddling her, it was so great. She thought the days of him showing her any kind of outward affection were gone, but here they were. And then her daughter entered the room. The glare of the television kept Diane from seeing the angry expression on Ally’s face. All Diane thought was they could be together for a moment. Just a normal family, taking a beat, being together. She cleared her throat and said, “Dad, make room for Ally on the couch.” Greg turned his attention from the screen and beamed at his daughter. “Sure thing, pumpkin.” He scootched to the side, leaving a very tiny spot for Ally to squeeze into. Before Peter could grab Aiden’s arm and drag him into the other room, Peter took in all of their expressions. He saw a mother that was overjoyed for the family to be together again during this college break. He saw a father that had missed his little girl. And he saw his wife wearing Aiden’s face mouthing for him to sit down. He remembered the good this was doing for his old friends. He sighed, then relented, and squeezed into the couch. Greg pulled his arm around him, and kissed the top of his head. “I thought you two were only going to come out for meals. This is really nice kids.” “So nice,” Dianed chimed in. “Okay, okay,” Aiden said. “Don’t go ruining the moment by making a big deal about it.” “We’re sorry if we take our awesome parents for granted sometimes. We really missed you at college.” Diane started to tear up. “Oh sweetie. We miss you every day.” “We love you, Mom and Dad,” Aiden said with a smile. “We’ll try to be more present for the next few days.” Greg nodded approvingly at his son. “Your mom and I would like that.” “And I’d be willing to help you around the house,” Ally offered. Diane laughed. “Who are you and what have you done to our kids!” There was silence for a second, then Ally and Aiden erupted into a very forced laugh. “Oh Mom,” Ally said with a nervous giggle. “That’s crazy. You’re crazy.” “Who else would we be?” Aiden asked seriously. “How would that even be possible?” Ally added. “I mean, we look just like them.” Diane knew they were teasing her and said, “Alright you jokers. Let’s finish the movie.” Both kids settled back in with their parents, and breathed a sigh of relief. When it came to deception in their body swaps, they were a little rusty. They spent all their time usually confined with couples, and rarely had to fool anyone. Peter saw this as a good opportunity to practice. At the movies end, Diane was yawning, and Greg was actually asleep. He could almost never make it through a movie on a full stomach. They woke him, and once they were all standing up, both kids gave each parent a hug in turn. “Love you, Mom.” “Night, Dad.” “You’re the best.” “Let’s do something fun tomorrow!” After that, they bounded to their rooms, and both parents looked at each other with huge smiles. Their hearts were full. Instead of going into her room, Ally followed Aiden into his. Immediately she dropped the charade of darling daughter, and began to snap at his wife in hushed tones. “Okay, you’ve had your fun, Chrstine. Now let’s switch.” Christine responded by grabbing the lightweight girl and spinning her around to where Aiden’s bed was directly behind her. Then Christine grabbed the bottom of Ally’s hoodie, and lifted it over her head. Well, tried to. Ally’s head briefly got stuck, and while Peter struggled to get it off, Christine shoved him down into a sitting position on the bed, and attacked his tits with Aiden’s tongue. As Aiden’s face came into view, Peter wondered what had gotten into his wife. Why was she taking the lead? Why was she sucking on his tits? And why did it feel so good? He knew it had to feel good, of course. Tits were sensitive. He didn’t know how sensitive they could get though, because he’d never allowed his wife to suck on a pair that he inhabited. Turns out, pretty damned sensitive. Before he could stop it, a small moan escaped Ally’s lips. “Sorry, sis,” Aiden said. “I’ve always wanted to suck on your big tits.” “Stop it, Christine,” Peter mumbled, even as his hand reached behind Aiden’s head and pulled his face back into his boobs. “Just stop it. Why are you doing this?” In response, Aiden’s teeth enclosed gently on one of Ally’s nipples, and slowly, ever so slowly, began to apply more pressure. “Oh fuck me!” Peter cried. “That hurts and feels amazing at the same time!” Christine released the nipple and looked at her husband. “Welcome to womanhood.” “Okay, I get it. It’s very different, but not terrible. Now let’s switch.” “I don’t think you do get it yet, dear,” Christine said gruffly as Aiden’s fingers pulled down Ally’s short skirt. And as the panties slid down next, she said, “But you will in a second.” As Aiden’s hand reached between his legs, Peter instinctively snapped them shut. The hand reached out and flicked the sensitive nipple. “Hey!” Peter exclaimed louder than he meant to. But the distraction worked. Christine had pulled the legs apart and had found his new slit. Her fingers lit upon a spot that sent fireworks to his brain and pleasure up and down his body. “What the fuck was that?” “Only the beginning,” Christine smiled, and then she lowered Aiden’s tongue between Ally’s lower lips. The next several minutes were incredible for Peter. This was so much better than a blowjob. The pleasure came in a series of waves that never seemed to end. He raised Ally’s hips instinctively to make Aiden’s tongue press harder on his clit. Peter saw in Ally’s memories that she’d never been eaten out like this before. Only one boyfriend had so far, and he was so timid, barely licking her. But Christine was using Aiden’s spongy tongue to flick and lash. It was driving Peter wild. He didn’t want it to end, even as his youthful body began to tire. At last, the tongue pulled away after Ally’s body shook from another orgasm. Ally smiled up at Aiden and said, “Okay, that was great. I’m glad you made me try it. But now, we should probably-” And then Aiden’s pants and underwear were down, and his dick was out. And Ally’s memories told Peter that she’d seen it before, just this last summer. His towel had slipped while coming back to his room from a shower, and there it was. She had looked away quickly, but in that glance, she knew it was the biggest one she’d seen in person. And now it was in front of her, and her pussy tingled at the sight of it. And then he was pressing it against her. He was sliding it up and down her wetness that was partially her, partially Aiden’s own saliva. And then it parted her. It was in her. Her brother was inside of her. And that was hot. Insanely hot. It was something Peter never knew he so desperately wanted. Christine saw the change in her husband’s eyes as she began to thrust in and out of his pussy. His mouth was agape, and she was beginning to writhe and moan. Her husband was fucking loving this. She wasn’t hating it either. She like fucking as a dude. She liked sticking this big tool inside his twin sister’s hot, wet snatch. Damn it felt good. Oh, too good. Dammit. Need to slow down. How did guys slow down when they needed to not- That was as far as the question got as Christine came. Peter felt penis pulse. Felt heat as his wife emptied her balls into him. He wrapped his legs around her back and pulled her in as far as she would go, knowing that’s something he liked his wife to do when he came inside her. She must’ve too, because she grunted appreciatively. Both spent, Peter fell back onto Aiden’s bed. After a couple minutes, he felt someone tapping his legs. It was Christine. She was curled up on the floor, mumbling something. “Can’t sleep here,” she said. “Need to get to your room.” Peter really didn’t want to move. But he also didn’t want Diane and Greg to catch their kids in such a scandalous state. He got up, and felt a warm trickle begin to run down his smooth leg. “What the…oh, ha! I’m leaking.” “Another great part of being a woman,” Christine said sleepily. “You get to clean up after.” “Are we going to…” Peter started to ask. “We’ll take care of it in the morning,” Christine said as she crawled into the bed. Peter smiled at his wife. “Goodnight dear.” “You’re not mad at me.” “I suppose not, but next time, a little warning would be nice.” “If I had warned you this time, you would have never gone through with it.” With that, Christine rolled over, and was asleep in seconds. Early the next morning, the couple returned to mist. They left the house, found the car, and drove back home. They had breakfast together, and both chatted incessantly about the differences they felt as a member of the opposite sex. When pressed whether he’d do it again, Peter said under the right circumstances, he would. When asked what those circumstances were, he just smiled and wouldn’t answer. With a few more days left in their work week, they both went in, but only to set up everything in their respective jobs as if they were taking a little vacation, because that is exactly what they had decided to do. They arrived at home, turned to mist, and flew across town to the Shiplees. Diane had wondered more than once why their kids were playing so hot and cold. After the sweet moment they had shared the night before, Diane woke up, made pancakes for the family, and then was saddened when both kids yelled at her for trying to wake them up to come and eat. All day they barely spoke to her. And then around the time Greg came home from work, it was like a switch had flipped. Both kids were suddenly there, hugging her, complimenting her, helping in the kitchen. She asked them why the huge change in mood, and they both apologized profusely to her, and said they’d make up for their bad attitudes by doing whatever she wanted for the rest of the week. Greg was thrilled that Aiden was suddenly interested in trains again. Over the next few days, they spent a bunch of time in the basement, working on models together and talking about life. It was like his son was becoming his best friend. Diane felt the same about Ally. It was like she had suddenly decided to mature ten years, and seemed to know a lot more about the world than she had just a few months ago. College could do that, she supposed. In those mornings before the adults left for work, and the late afternoons when they came back, they were like a Norman Rockwell painting. But when the parents left, the siblings were suddenly all over each other. Clothes came on, and they fucked like rabbits in every room of the house. To Christine’s delight, Peter had hopped Ally again without any prompting. When she asked him why, he said that the rest of this week was a special occasion, and they should finish it how they started it. They both enjoyed the happiness they were bringing their old friends by inhabiting their children’s bodies. And they very much enjoyed the pleasure they made each other feel when they were alone. They began to stop calling each other Aiden and Ally in front of their parents, but simply Brother and Sister. This carried over into their love making. With cries of “Fuck me harder brother!” And, “I can’t get enough of your tits, Sis!” On that Friday, their last day to have the house to themselves, Peter was trying to do a striptease in Ally’s body. Christine couldn’t stop laughing, because Peter didn’t have any rhythm, and apparently, neither did his mount. Ally’s limbs gyrated out of sync, and finally Peter stopped when she saw that his wife wasn’t going to take him seriously. “Oh don’t me mad, dear,” Christine cooed. “You can make me hard in other ways.” “Anything in particular?” Peter asked curiously. “Have you looked at his kinks? Is there anything that would make Aiden lose control?” “I’m not…” and then Christine remembered when she had first hopped Aiden. “Well actually, maybe there is. Hm…let’s try something. Go shower, and be sure to shave, then meet me in my room.” “You want me to shave my…” Peter said as he looked down at his bush. “I’m not sure I want to…” “No, no,” Christine said with a wink. “I need you to shave your armpits. Get them real smooth for me.” Peter gave his wife a coy look. “Um…okay. Is that…is that Aiden’s thing? Armpits.” Aiden’s face blushed. “I think it is. When I hopped him he was looking at two naked women licking armpits, and he was hard as a rock. Poor guy. He’s only ever told one person, and it was not received well.” Ally came over and gave Aiden a long, sensuous kiss, then said, “If that’s what my brother wants, give me ten minutes.” As Peter walked away, he looked back and said, “Actually, better make it twenty. I’ve never done this before.” “Just rely on her muscle memory,” Christine called after him. Just the thought of Ally soaping up and shaving her armpits had gotten her so hard. This body really knew what it liked. She went up to Aiden’s bedroom and tried to wait patiently. It was quite difficult. She thought about all the times she’d made her husband wait. It was torture. It was the longest twenty minutes of her life. It was actually just eighteen minutes when Ally walked into Aiden’s bedroom. The girl had a towel wrapped around her body, and another around her long, sandy blonde hair. She winked at him and asked, “Hey Bro, remember when you flashed me last summer?” “Uh, did that actually…Oh wow, yeah it did. I totally flashed you. Well, couldn’t stop thinking about your brother’s dick, huh?” “Something like that,” she purred, as she let the towel around her fall to the floor. “What is it about nudity that just instantly does it for a guy?” Christine asked. “Shh,” Ally said with a finger to her lips. “We’re not asking questions like that right now, Bro. This is about a sister that wants to help her brother out.” “Oh, uh, how are you going to help me out, Sis?” “For starters, get naked and sit on your bed.” Christine had mastered taking off boy clothes in record time the last couple of days, especially when sex was imminent. She then obediently sat down and waited to see how her husband was going to play this out. As Peter watched Aiden do what he told him to do, he picked up on one of Ally’s kinks. She’d always let her past boyfriends take the lead. But she found it hot when she got to be the one in charge. He could work with that. “You left your phone on the table yesterday. Your browser was open.” “Uh, I can explain…” “Quiet,” Ally barked, coming towards him until her breasts were right in front of his eyes. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s just what you’re into. There’s nothing wrong with that.” “I’m glad you think so.” “Look at me,” Ally snapped. She was pleased to see his eyes immediately locked onto hers. “I want you to tell me the truth. Have you ever looked at my armpits? Like times we’ve gone swimming or something?” “Yes,” Aiden said quickly. “Did you ever think they were sexy?” Aiden only nodded. “Really? You’re not just telling me what I want to hear? Aiden shook his head. “No, Sis. Seriously. Your armpits are fantastic.” “Good to know.” She raised an arm straight up in the air. “If you promise to fuck me hard in whatever positions I want, I’ll let you take a closer look. Is that something you’d want?” “Y-yes.” “You would, wouldn’t you? Because armpits get you hard. Mine get you hard. Of course you’d like to take a closer look. Maybe touch them. Sniff them. Lick them. I’ll let you. They’re all nice and clean shaven for you. Is that how you like them?” Armpits had never meant anything to Christine. Not her own, not another woman’s, and certainly not her husband. But here, as she allowed Aiden’s kink bubble to the surface, it was the most provocative thing she’d ever seen. Aiden reached out to touch his sister. He started by reaching as high as he could, up to her elbow. Then he let his hand caress slowly down, until it reached curve of her armpit. It was soft and smooth. He leaned forward and sniffed. She hadn’t used soap, just a floral smelling shaving gel. He smelled her again. He thought about how it would smell as he made her work up a sweat. His dick grew even harder. “Do it Bro,” she ordered. “Lick it. I know you want to.” And then his mouth was on her. Softly at first, and then with great need. His tongue explored her for several seconds, then she spun her and did the same to the other one. His desire stoked her own, and she said, “I’m going to lay back, and I want you in me. You can lick them as much as you want, just do it with that hard cock inside me.” He gave her exactly what she wanted. He pushed her onto the bed. She spread wide for him, and he entered her. He was so hard for her. He watched as she raised both arms over her head, giving him a clear invitation. He leaned forward and resumed kissing and licking them. While he did, he fondled her boobs with his free hand. She felt his thrusts speed up. His pace was manic. There was no way he’d last. But he did. He stayed hard for longer than any of their other sessions. He seemed determined to stay in the moment for as long as possible. She came once, twice, and still his tongue explored under her arm. She was glad she could do that for him. She would give him whatever he wanted. She would let him fuck her and suck her wherever. At last, Aiden came. He gave a long, muffled moan into her armpit, and then rolled off her, completely satisfied. “That was fucking awesome,” he said. “Who knew armpits could be so sexy.” “I didn’t,” Peter giggled. “Can we go again in twenty minutes?” Peter put one of Aiden’s hand on his breast, then around to his armpit again. “Maybe just fifteen?” Christine said as she felt her penis twitch. They both laughed. It only took twelve. The next day as they went down to breakfast, Christine told her husband she had a surprise for him. “Aiden is going shopping with his mother!” “Uh, okay?” Peter said, clearly wondering why that was a good thing. “I made him tell Diane that he needed some new clothes for college, and how much he’d like to spend the day with just her.” “Well that’s…very nice I guess. But what’ll I do?” “What we’ve been doing, silly. We’ll try something new.” “I don’t understand…” was all he could manage before their parents joined them in the dining room. Peter was still in the dark as Aiden got into the minivan with Diane and drove away. He watched as the car was almost at the end of the block, then squinted as he thought he saw something. Sure enough, it was his wife’s mist coming back towards the house. It raced towards him, and began to swirl around him. “What? What do you want woman? You want me to exit Ally and follow you?” The mist bounced up and down, and a second later, Peter’s mist joined her. He thought they were going to chase after the van, but he watched as Christine’s mist flew into Ally. She looked up at him and with a mischievous smile said, “I think it’s time for some quality father daughter time, don’t you?” To be continued? Peter watched as Ally walked purposefully to the house and held the door open for him. He quickly took the hint, and in no time, he found himself in Greg’s slightly pudgy body. “Hey, daddy,” Ally said coming up to him. “Since it’s just the two of us, let’s do something together.” Peter was doing his best to keep up. “What, uh, what should we do?” She got right in front of him and said, “I’d like you to show me your trains, daddy.” That was not where he thought this was going, but he wasn’t going to question it. “Right…right this way, pumpkin.” He turned and led them down the stairs. “It’s been a long time since you wanted to look at daddy’s train set.” “Oh yes. My brother was telling me about some of the pieces down here. You’ve put a lot of work into them, haven’t you daddy?” “I sure have. This piece for example, I ordered it online, but I painted it myself, and even added this bit right here with a special-” “Daddy?” she whispered. He turned to look at her. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothes. She looked at him expectantly. “Daddy, do you like to play with these trains more than you like to play with me?” “N-no, I don’t…of course not.” She cleared his workbench, shoving several unfinished pieces, models and glue to the floor. Then she hopped up onto and spread her legs. “Then come and prove it. Come and play with me. You can use my whole body as your plaything. It’s all for you daddy. All because of what a good sport, I mean, good father you’ve been this week. So now you can have your daughter’s pussy, that is, if you want me. Do you daddy? Do you want me?” Peter found out in a hurry that Greg’s member was just as long and hard as he remembered it. He found it hopping Greg really was like slipping on a familiar pair of jeans. As his hard cock revealed itself, Ally gasped, “Oh wow, daddy! It’s bigger than Aiden’s!” Peter hesitated for a second, then said in an authoritative tone, “Young lady, how is it you’ve seen your brother’s cock?” “I’m sorry, daddy,” Ally pouted as she swung her legs back and forth. “I’ve seen it bunches of times because I’ve been fucking my brother all week.” “That is a very bad girl.” “Oh no! Does this mean you won’t play with me anymore?” Greg walked quickly over to his daughter. “I will, but I’ll have to punish you first.” “Ooh,” Ally squealed. “How are you going to punish me? Are you going to spank me?” “I…yes. So, uh…” Peter got down on one knee. “Lay on my knee with your butt in the air.” “Yes, daddy.” Christine didn’t know if she liked being spanked until that very moment. Turns out, she liked it a lot. “Oh daddy! Yes, daddy! I’ve been a bad girl! I saw my brother’s cock so much! I let him fuck me with it! Oh that hurts daddy! Yes! I deserve it! I’m a little slut, aren’t I daddy?” And then Greg lifted her up and put her ass back on the work bench. He roughly spread her legs, and pushed his full length inside of her. “Oh yes, daddy! Yes! Play with your daughter! Let me be your plaything! I’ll only look at your cock from now on. I’ll be your good girl! Yes I will. Unless you want me to be bad! I’ll be whatever you want! Whatever you want daddy!” It ended up being another very good day for the Henderson’s. Less so for Aiden, who was trapped on a shopping trip with his mother, oblivious to why he ever said yes to it. It might be alright if he got some nice new clothes though.

Is there anyway to see the writings that you don’t think have a public appeal? I’d be interested in reading some of that kind of work.

Great story!

Great question, and one I might try to answer sometime.

Jasper jolted awake, sweat slicking his skin, the night’s heat sinking deep into his bones. A restless ache pulsed through him, undeniable, urgent. His cock throbbed, hard and unyielding, and it demanded release. The mystery woman from his dreams haunted his mind as his hand drifted down, fingers slick with pre-cum. Loneliness gnawed at him, a sharp craving for her touch. He stroked himself, breaths ragged in the still night, chasing relief. Then, sounds broke the silence—moans and the rhythmic slap of skin from nearby tents. Zarah and Oman, their low groans stoking the fire in Jasper’s gut. But it was Nia’s voice, soft and sultry from the tent next to his, that hit him hardest. His hand moved faster, breath catching. Picturing what Nia might be doing based on her moans, he came with a muffled grunt, the release intense but his cock stayed hard, hungry for more. Drawn by raw desire, Jasper crept to Nia’s tent. The cloth tent’s entrance was draped slightly open, just enough for him to peek through. Inside, Nia was lost in her own world, one hand circling her clit, the other teasing a nipple to a stiff peak. The sight was electric, searing itself into his brain, and his hand found his cock again, stroking in time with her movements. Her moans filled the air, a wicked melody pushing him to the edge. He shuddered, climaxing again, his cum splattering against Nia’s tent flap. Guilt crashed over him like a cold wave, dousing the heat. He’d crossed a line. Heart pounding, he slipped back to his tent, closing it shut, the night’s mix of thrill and shame churning in his chest.

Chapter 1 - End Heyyo! Hope y’all enjoyed the story so far~ I know the story’s been fairly calm till now, but don’t worry, it’s gonna get really wild REALLY quick! Feel free to comment and lemme know what you think about “Unbound”!

“Oh please darling, I had you when I was in high school right? So pre marital sex is probably how you were conceived. Doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.” I said while sneaking a glance at Jackie’s breasts. “Look Jackie just make sure the guy wears a condom every single time. None of that pull out crap. With that hot bod of yours pull out method is too risky, trust me.” “Wow thanks so much for being cool with this mom. I love you.” She said as she gave me a full hug. I squeezed back and loved that our breasts were touching each other. I also took the chance to sniff her hair a bit. “You’re the coolest mom ever. Could you let me go though mom? I can’t hug you all night, I kind of have to go to bed soon.” “Of course you do darling, of course.” I said slowly letting her go. Lucky for me Larry slept on the couch so I could get a good nights rest all by myself. I really wanted to just take it easy on Jessica after today’s session but I still found myself groping and fingering all night long. I think around 2am I finally just passed out. 4th day transfer back “Oh you finally decided to show up. You brought back her shoes right?” I said opening the door and letting John into my house. “Keep up the attitude dollface and maybe I’ll just leave right now. Then you’ll be stuck in that little milf’s body.” John teased. “And yeah the shoes are right here.” “Don’t even joke about that you jackass. I’ve had a really interesting time in here, but I think I’m just about ready to go back to my usual self. Now hurry up I’ve got some business to catch up on.” I said starting to head towards the basement where the machine was set up. “Now hold on not so fast there little mama.” He said grabbing me by the wrist. “Maybe we can still have a little fun before you switch back. How about you give me another one of those footjobs before you’re out of there baby.” “Yuck.” I almost threw up at the thought. “Have men always been such pigs and I’ve just never realized it? You’re acting like you don’t even remember it’s me Tom in here.” I said pulling away. “It’s definitely hard to remember it’s you in there. You look so hot right now. Also you look different than the first day. The first day it was obvious that there was a man inside there, standing like a man and moving around awkwardly. But now?” he said sliding his hand up my arm as I recoiled. “Now you’re acting and moving like a milf. Come on baby, just a quick footjob for your best friend.” “Oh trust me, I am not letting anyone push me around anymore in this body. Especially not you darling.” I said sarcastically. “There’s no way in Hell I’m giving you a footjob if I don’t want to.” “Damn. Ok fine, fine but at least let me suck on her toes a little? Come on do a friend a solid?” He begged desperately. “Oh you wanna suck on these toes? Hmmm maybe that could be arranged.” I said hatching a sinister idea. “Thanks bro, I knew you’d understand.” We walked to the living room sofa where I took a seat while he got on his knees in front of me. “I’m the lady here so why don’t you remove my shoes and socks for me?” “With pleasure my mistress.” “Oooh I like it when you call me that.” I smiled deliciously at him. He pulled off my shoe hungrily wanting to get to his prize. The sock however he pulled off slowly, wanting to enjoy it more. It kind of tickled to have his manly hands handle my delicate feet this way. Once the sock was off he was staring at my foot like a madman. His eyes were so wide as if he was trying to take in every small detail of my foot to memorize and put in his memory vault forever. It was very creepy but still quite flattering. Before I knew it, his tongue was already sliding up and down my foot and tickling me. “Haha oh stop that John!” I said in-between giggles and trying to jerk my foot away. But I couldn’t, he had a very firm grip on my foot and leg. My foot wasn’t going anywhere. Once I stopped resisting he put his mouth right on my big toe and started sucking. It was still a bit ticklish but also quite stimulating. It was so strange. Are women’s feet really this sensitive? I really wanted to call him a freak but that would be so hypocritical now. He was now so into the sucking that he closed his eyes, probably trying his best to memorize this feeling for later. That was my moment to strike. I pulled out my own phone that I had grabbed earlier and took abut 5 photos of him sucking on my feet as fast as I could. “What the fuck was that?” John said finally pulling his attention away from my foot finally. “I just wanted some photos of you sucking on a strange woman’s toes. I’m sure your wife would love to see these.” “Tom… you wouldn’t would you?” “Of course I wouldn’t, I just want some collateral on you to make sure you don’t tell anyone about what I’ve been up to these past couple of days. Also I hope you’ve had enough toe sucking for now. We’re not going any further. Now follow me downstairs, you’re transferring me back.” He silently and obediently followed me all the way downstairs. I took a seat in the transfer machine Jessica had sat in just 3 days ago, while John removed my body from life support and put it on the other end of the machine. John then took his seat in front of the machine’s console and began configuring it properly. After a couple of minutes he was just about done. “Hey Tom, are you sure you want to go back? Looks to me you’ve been having a good time in there. Plus you’re the only woman who’s ever indulged my feet fetish. What if you… stay? I could… take care of you.” He said without being able to look me in the eye. “You’d take care of me? Please.” I said rolling my eyes. “And who would you work for if I stayed in here? Who’d be your boss then? Now press the button and send me back already you moron.” “Fine, forget I said anything. Starting the procedure in 3… 2… 1…” “Tom? You awake Tom?” “Yeah man. Could you keep it down a bit though, my ears are sore for some reason.” I said trying my best to sit up from the cot I was on. “Honestly my whole body is sore for some reason.” “Well of course they are, none of your muscles have moved in about 3 days.” “Where’s Jessica? Is she okay?” “Yeah she was alright, she left about half an hour ago. You’ve been out for quite a while Tom, she was up pretty fast. She waited a bit but I told her I’d take care of you and I let her go.” “Please tell me you’ve got a glass of water ready for me too?” “Of course I do, boss.” He said bringing the glass up to my mouth as I took a sip. “So… How was it in there anyway?” “Look man I don’t really want to talk about this right now. How about some other time?” I said rubbing my eyes in pain. 5th day epilogue By the next day I was mostly back to my normal self. My limbs definitely felt a little tender but luckily my member was still working just as good as I left it. It was about 3:00pm right now, and my little fella was working just fine when I looked over the pictures I took as Jessica. I was having a good time until the doorbell rang and interrupted me. “This better not be a fucking salesman or something, I’m about to chew him out.” I grumbled to myself. I opened the door and there was Jessica standing in a beautiful medium length yellow sun dress. She looked so hot, but her expression was hard to read. I had no idea what she could possibly want. “Hello Tom. May I come in? I just wanted to have a little chat.” She said beginning to smile slightly. “Uh sure Jessica.” I lead her towards my kitchen where she took a seat while I got two glasses of water for us. “So… Jessica. What did you want to talk about? Nothing bad I hope.” I said trying to muster a smile and hoping that she didn’t find out about any of the bad things I did. “Well Tom, I just wanted to say… well this is hard for me to say but…” She began to say very nervously. “Look Jessica whatever you have to say, just say it.” I said just as nervously. Fuck I hope she didn’t find some evidence or something, I swear I didn’t leave anything out of place. “Well Tom, it’s really embarrassing but… I just wanted to say thank you.” She said looking down at her glass of water. “Huh? Thanks? Thanks for what?” That was about the last thing I expected her to say. “My family has gotten a lot happier since the swap. Larry is so affectionate lately. He keeps thanking me over and over for going back to normal, I guess you weren’t doing any cooking or cleaning for him while you were me. It really made him appreciate all I do for once. He probably also didn’t like that you wouldn’t kiss him either I bet.” “Haha yeah. Well I think he did sneak a kiss in once on the first day. Caught me by surprise.” “Oh gosh. Haha!” She laughed and smiled. “My daughter has also been calling me a ‘cool mom’ lately, which she has never done before. What exactly made that happen? I don’t want to ask her what happened because then she and Larry will scold me for letting a stranger use my body.” I started blushing really bad at that question. “Well you see… I’m not too sure really.” “Oh come on buster I can see you blushing, it’s okay you can tell me.” She said very interested in what happened. “Well I kind of asked her to borrow some pants and I even asked her to put some makeup on me since I had no idea how to do it myself.” I confessed. “Hahaha. Oh gosh, I know it was in my body but I just picture you as a man getting that makeup put on. It’s so funny.” She giggled so cutely. “Did it look slutty?” She said intrigued. “A little yeah…” I said trying to hide my embarrassment with a smile. “I knew it, Jackie will always jump at the chance to make me look slutty. What else happened?” “Well then she asked me something about if I found your wide posterior embarrassing.” “Oh gosh why would she do that. I guess she thought it was me.” Jessica asked getting embarrassed and putting her face in her hands. “And then I said I didn’t find it embarrassing in the least. I told her it’s a magnificent bottom that many men admire.” Jessica looked up shocked at what I said. “At first I thought it was a mistake but then Jackie was impressed. Now she thinks you enjoy your wide posterior. I hope it’s alright.” I can’t believe I was confessing some of this to her. It’s embarrassing. “That’s good. I’m glad my daughter thinks her mother has a good body image of herself. I really shouldn’t tell her I hate my wide butt. It’s better this way. And you know… I have caught you staring at it before buster.” She said blushing a lot. “Yeah sorry about that. I’ve just always had a thing for nice butts like yours.” I said taking a long sip of water. “Tom, I want you to be honest. Did you… and I’m not sure I really want to know the answer but I’ll ask anyway. Tom did you do all of this just so you could get your hands, and really my hands, on my posterior?” She asked with a very stern look. Staring at me right in the eyes. I was paralyzed. Did she really just guess that? I’m taking way too long to answer, even if I say no it’s obvious that I’m guilty. “Jessica… I’ll be honest. Yes, I did just want to borrow your body so that I could feel your ass up as much as I wanted. I’m sorry.” We sat there in silence for what felt like an hour. The whole time neither of us could look each other in the eye. “I don’t get it Tom…” she could barely speak, it sounded like a whisper. “Wouldn’t it have made more sense to do this with Larry instead of me? If all you wanted was to get your hands on my… stupid bottom.” “Jessica first of all your bottom is not stupid, it’s lovely. Second of all making the swap with Larry was my original idea but I accidentally told you about the machine before telling Larry about it. With you knowing that I would have been in Larry you would not have let me do any grabbing. It was stupid but I felt like my own only option was to propose the swap with you.” “Well then maybe you could have just asked straight up if you could just feel my bottom without any of this machine business.” She said starting to get slightly angry. “Oh please Jessica, that wouldn’t have worked. You would have just said no. What did you want me to do? What did you think I was going to do?” “It’s okay Tom, I’m not upset. I knew you had been staring at this stupid fat butt of mine. My whole life it’s always been giving me trouble. I knew in the back of my mind that you just wanted to do something bad in my body. I didn’t know specifically but I thought it might be sexual. But me and Larry are finally debt free, so thank you. If that meant letting a butt deviant like you get his hands on my posterior then so be it.” “Jessica… I’m so sorry-” I tried to say. “No you’re not.” She sounded annoyed. “Why would you be sorry? You got what you wanted, and you betrayed my trust to do it. You’re not sorry at all. But again I’m not mad, in the end my family appreciates me more and I got rid of some debt. So thank you, I truly mean it.” I couldn’t even apologize anymore, she already knew that any apology of mine would be fake. I completely caught. “Tom… I really, really, shouldn’t ask this. I should just leave right now and not ask anything else. But I just have to know. I need the truth so that I can move past this. Tom when you were in my body, feeling and manipulating my rump with my own hands. Did you also get turned on while you were in my body?” “Yes I did.” I said weakly. “Okay then that means… that means my vagina was getting aroused then right?” “Yes…” I almost whispered. “Tom… did you- and I want us to just be honest here. I just want the truth. Did you, while in my body, engage in any self pleasuring? Did you use my own hands to… self stimulate my vagina? To play with my own breasts and bottom?” She said standing up in anger. “Jessica…” Maybe I can still get out of this somehow. “Tom please… just the truth.” “…yes… I confess… yes I masturbated while in your body Jessica Hughes. Okay? That’s what you wanted right? You wanted the truth that I know you can’t handle.” I said getting angry at being caught. Jessica collapsed back into her chair in tears. I just sat there in silence as she sobbed for a couple of minutes. What could I even say or do now? Any apology would just make this worse since she knows I’m not actually sorry. “How could you Tom?” Jessica said in-between sobs. “You know I’m a woman of the church. I have never engaged in such filthy activity in my whole life. But now you’ve defiled me like this. What am I going to do? I’ll have to go to confession and tell Father Jones I’ve engaged in self pleasuring.” “Jessica you don’t have to do that. You shouldn’t even feel guilty. It was me who did it. I’m the sinner, not you.” I said trying to comfort her. “Tom, it may have been you but it was with my own hands and whether I was aware or not I agreed to it. I am just as guilty as you are. This also means you’ve experienced the forbidden pleasure of the other sex. I’m not sure but that must also be a sin of some kind.” “Jessica, in my eyes you are completely innocent. You are not guilty of anything I did in your body. I promise we’ll get through this. Plus if you need more money I was just thinking we should do this swap thing again sometime. Just name your price.” “Tom… you’re a sexual deviant and a sinner. You tricked me and made me sin just because you wanted to get your hands on my buttocks. Don’t you know the commandments? Thou shall not covet thy neighbors wife? And a man experiencing the forbidden pleasures of a woman, it’s disgusting. That must surely be a sin of some kind. The worst part? I don’t think you really care about what you’ve done to me. I can’t even imagine what could be worse than making me self pleasure like that. It makes me sick. Thank you again for the money, but I should leave. I don’t think I ever want to see you again. I know we’re neighbors, but please, just stay from me and my family. I promise I’ll pray for your soul.” “If that’s what you want then that’s fine. I promise I’ll leave you alone. I was planning on moving soon anyway so you won’t have to put up with me much longer. But since this is our last conversation ever anyway, then I would like to say I have no regrets. I spent years pining and fantasizing about getting my hands on your ass. I didn’t think I would ever get the chance, so when I saw the chance I took it.” “I think I’m gonna be sick.” She said with tears starting to stream down her face again. “Goodbye forever Tom.” epilogue part 2 (6 months later) “Larry?” Jessica asked half asleep and laying in bed. “Why are you so late Larry? Its 11 pm, you should have gotten home from work hours ago.” “Sorry about that honey, I had to stay late to finish something important.” “Well there’s some leftovers in the fridge if you want to heat them up.” Jessica said while pulling up the covers and trying to go back to sleep. “Oh no thanks, I’m not really hungry right now. I’d rather just get in bed and snuggle with you Jessica.” “Now why on Earth are you calling me by my first name buster?” “I just wanted to try something new honey, that’s all.” He said laying down in bed and kissing his wife. He then reached his hand around to grope his wife’s ass cheek. “Haha usually you’d be so tired right now Larry, but you’re being so feisty. I like this. And why are you giving my ass so much attention anyway my sweet husband?” “I don’t know, I just feel like I haven’t given it much attention these last few years.” He said still enjoying Jessica’s ass. “Larry I appreciate it but I think that’s enough for tonight. You know I have to wake up early tomorrow for the fund raiser. We’ll pick this up tomorrow night.” She said pulling his arm away. “No I don’t think so!” He said as he sat up in bed and forcefully flipped Jessica so that her ass would be up and her face down. “I’m you husband right? So it’s your job to please me. And I think I’m gonna start by fucking your giant caboose. Is that alright?” He said grabbing more of her ass. “Haha wow Larry I’ve never seen this side of you before. It’s really turning me on. I guess we’ll do this but you better make it worth my time cowboy.” She said seductively. “Get used to this babe. I think I’m gonna have this attitude for the next couple of days…” The End.