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Loving Mom, An Erotic Novel
by Anonymous (address withheld)
***
Fraternal twins switch bodies during incestual
lovemaking and are discovered by their mother. She
explains that "sex swapping" is a family trait and
helps the twins recover their original bodies. The
twins switch frequently as they mature, sharing
numerous lovers. The sex scenes are extremely graphic
and explicit with overtones of lesbianism, lactation
fantasies, and psychopathology. This very erotic novel
was written as a collective venture by female and male
graduate students in a creative writing class. Based
on the story "Twin Switch" by Mary Kay. (Fm, Ff, ped,
nc, rp, inc, mast, oral, orgy, breasts, lac, rom)
***
This story was written as a collaborative venture by
graduate students in a not for credit writing seminar
at a major East Coast university. All had biomedical
degrees or advanced science degrees. None intended to
be creative writers. They enrolled in the seminar in
an attempt to loosen up their writing styles - to
break free of the science/tech format which was a
requisite of their previous work.
Several proposed topics were presented, an adventure
story, a detective story, a romance, and a sex story.
Because the contributions would be anonymous the
students voted to pursue the sex story, proving that
even nerds have a salacious streak.
Each participant was required to submit a weekly
contribution to the story file kept on our classroom
computer. They used a self-selected password to hide
their identity. The file was open for all the seminar
students to read. At the end of the week the style of
story and the quality of writing, but not the content,
were discussed in class. Writing anonymous porn
apparently frees up inhibitions that would otherwise
constrain creative freedom. Most of us have a secret
fantasy life. Seminar participants could reveal it in
a nonjudgmental environment.
The story file started with several seed paragraphs
and plot. The contributors could modify the plot and
advance the story as they desired. The plot for the
sex story was based on Twin Switch by Mary Kay
downloaded from an erotic story site on the internet.
The premise was that a pair of teen age fraternal
twins, boy and girl, exchanged bodies and
personalities during incestual intercourse. Their
mother discovers them and explains that swapping
bodies during sex is a family trait and offers help in
restoring them to their original bodies.
There were about twice as many women as men in the
seminar. This is typical since biotechnology attracts
many female students. They ranged in age from 26 to
38. I had no idea what their sexual preferences were,
although their biases might become apparent from the
contributions. Clearly one or more had a lactation
fetish. Several were obviously lesbians. At least one
exhibited a degree of psychopathology.
The first few chapters of the story were not
particularly original. The contributors were strongly
influenced by other stories circulating on web erotic
literature sites, particularly in Kristen's Archives.
There was no conscious attempt to plagiarize or to
infringe on copyrights. It was just that few of the
students had ever attempted to write any erotic
fiction and using other published stories as a
framework seemed a good way to start. But porn is a
powerful motivator. After a while the students got
into it and started generating original content.
When the story was completed, it was edited to clean
up the grammar and spelling and to smooth transitions
between segments. No alterations in content or plot
were made. The story proves that even scientists can
write decent porn.
Here it is:
Professor S. Etaoin
***
SWAPPED AND SCREWED
Prolog:
In most respects my life up to the age of 17 was quite
typical of most teen boys. My fraternal twin sister
and I lived in an upper middle class household in a
small town in Massachusetts, just north of Boston. My
mother ran the family business, a service company for
managing internet sales for small companies. It was
quite successful and provided us a more than
satisfactory income. She and my father had founded it
soon after they were married.
I don't remember my father well. He died in an
airplane crash when my sister and I were five years
old. My mother never remarried. She devoted her life
to making the business more successful. That, and
working out at the gym. She was a fitness freak. Our
only other relative was Mom's sister, our Aunt Amy,
who lived about a mile from us.
But after my seventeenth year, my life, and that of my
sister, became almost too strange to believe. I have
now reached the grand old age of 30. My sister
encouraged me to write down all the facts of our
strange sexual history so we don't forget any of the
significant events in our dotage. She feels that it
may have some value to students of abnormal
psychology. I am writing this account from memory so
some of the details may be a bit vague. Now to the
story.
***
"What the HELL is going on here," I heard my Mom
scream. My eyes shot open, at the same time Sara's
did. "Steve, what are you and your sister doing in bed
together and NUDE?"
I tried to explain the unexplainable. "Mom, it's umm,
not what you..."
"Don't even try to tell me it's not what I think young
lady. Don't think I haven't noticed the way you look
at each other. What the hell are you thinking? Sara,
you at least should have more sense. Why..."
Mom," I yelled, cutting her off. "I'm Steve, not Sara.
I know it sounds crazy, but somehow Sara is in my body
and I'm stuck in hers."
I expected Mom to tell me I was crazy. Instead, she
sat down on the edge of the bed and more calmly than I
would have imagined, said "Maybe you should start at
the beginning and tell me the whole story."
I started to tell Mom the story, but, as they say in
the movies, it doesn't make much sense unless you know
the backstory. Sara and I are twins, fraternal twins
to be sure. I am 23 minutes older so she calls me "Big
Brother." And of course she is my "Little Sister." We
did most things together, palled around, and were each
other's best friends. We were also in the same grade
in high school, taking almost the same courses.
Sara was a beautiful girl, smart and popular with
girls and boys alike. She brightened up a room when
she came in. I loved her dearly. I was a typical teen
aged boy, a bit sports addicted, but otherwise quite
normal.
Last night we attended a party, sort of a wind down
party the day after our Junior Prom. Toward the end of
the evening, Sara came running to me, tears in her
eyes, and said "Take me home, NOW!" She appeared so
distraught that I did as she asked, not even saying
goodbye to my friends as we walked out the door.
In the car Sara told me that her date had tried to
rape her. A real rape, not just a drunken teen age
grope. He had pushed her into a corner and pulled one
of her breasts out of her low cut tank top. He had
zipped down his pants and was trying to get his hard
cock into her cunt when she managed to break free.
When we got home she disappeared into her bedroom and
I heard her crying behind the closed door. After a
while I heard her shower running. The all was quiet.
After about an hour, I heard her knock on my door.
"Can I come in, Steve?" I opened the door and she
rushed into my arms. "I was so scared, Steve. Hold me
close."
I usually sleep in the nude and Sara was dressed in a
light robe with nothing underneath. I held her
trembling body. I could feel her breasts pressing into
my chest and the warmth of her torso. I started to get
an erection from the body contact. I couldn't stop it.
That's the backstory. Now this is what we tried to
tell Mom.
I looked at Sara, who looked at me with an 'I don't
know what to do either' look. I shrugged and started
telling Mom my story from the point where Sara
frantically made us leave the party. When I mentioned
her date's attempted rape, Mom cut me off and asked
Sara to tell that part. She told the story to the
point where she came into my room, to receive some
comfort from her twin brother. "One thing led to
another," Sara said. "We didn't intend to make love.
It just happened. It was my first time. But having sex
was my fault more than Steve's. If I was going to lose
my virginity I wanted it to be with someone I truly
loved. I wasn't thinking of him as my brother then but
as my best friend. When I hugged him, he got hard, and
I just sort of shoved him inside me. We made wonderful
love and all of a sudden I was Steve and he was me."
I picked up from that point, describing the out of
body feeling we both experienced and the shock of
finding myself in Sara's body.
I expected Mom to cry, or get mad, or something. I
didn't expect her to start laughing. Sara looked at me
as I looked at her and I'm sure, we both had the same
thought. Our Mom was crazy.
"Okay, I don't countenance incest, especially between
brother and sister, but I have a confession to make to
you too," Mom said, drying her eyes with the corner of
my comforter. "What you've done is what I...we...
called a 'sex swap' growing up. Your Aunt Amy and I
both have the same ability and it runs in our family.
The good news is you can control it, once you learn
how."
"You see, when your aunt, my sister, and I were
teenagers, we spent two months in each other's bodies.
It wasn't that much of a big deal for us once we were
done freaking out, since we were both girls and it
happened over the summer, so we were pretty much free
from any complicated situations like school, but we
did finally figure out how to switch back and forth
when we wanted. I can show you how and you'll see how
to do it if you pay attention."
I don't know which of us got to Mom first, but we were
both hugging her, thankful for her not going postal
and for being able to switch us back.
"Okay, so what do we do," I asked, impatient to get
back into my own body.
Mom paused before speaking. "Okay, here's the deal.
During orgasm I and I assume you as well, have the
ability to leave your body and enter the body
connected to yours, forcing that consciousness out and
replacing it with your own. That floating sensation
you described sounds just like it feels when we would
switch. It seems to work only when both people have
the same ability. And the ability seems to be a family
trait. Aunt Amy and I could do it with each other but
neither she nor I was ever able to do it with our
husbands."
"You mean," I said, I had a sneaking suspicion where
this was going. "You and Aunt Amy had sex with each
other."
"Not real passionate sex," said Mom. "We were just a
couple of teen age sisters experimenting with each
other. But yes, we did make each other cum. The first
time we did it, it was just playing around but after
we switched we had to do it over and over again to
find the way to switch back. The real secret was that
the person who initiated the switch could not have had
an orgasm in the previous 24 hours and had to remain
in contact with the other person during the switch. It
took us most of the summer to discover that. By the
end of the summer I was so sexed out that I didn't
even kiss a guy for the next two years."
"It's hard to learn by yourself, but I can show you
how to do it," said Mom. "Then you can do it to each
other."
"But won't one of us will have to make love to you?" I
asked.
"Yes," Mom said, "But remember, I don't approve of
incest in any way, shape or form. But I guess what's
done is done. We are simply setting things right."
"Okay," Sara said. "Let's do it."
"If you two don't mind," I said, "I'd rather not be
here, so I'm gonna go upstairs and get something to
eat."
I went upstairs and made myself a sandwich and a glass
of milk and then channel surfed for about twenty
minutes, when I heard someone coming up the stairs. I
quickly turned off the TV and just sat there, my legs
tucked under my body, waiting, hoping, and praying
that Mom was right.
Mom, in my body, turned the corner, wearing a pair of
my shorts. He walked over and sat down next to me. "Hi
sweetie." Sara never called me "sweetie."
"It worked," I exclaimed, hugging Mom. "Thank God.
Where's Sara?"
"She's rinsing off," Mom said, taking my hands in his.
"Okay, here's the deal. Now, you and Sara need to
switch. That'll put Sara back in her own body and you
will be in my body. Then when you and I switch later,
we will each be in our own bodies."
"Sara gave me a climax and I switched us. Sara now
knows how to switch and will show you how to do it.
The reason you didn't know how last time, is because
you were both so excited your attention wasn't
focused. This time, make sure you pay attention and
you can't miss it. Make sure you don't orgasm, because
if you do, you might miss how to do it and you won't
have the energy to switch us next in any case. When
Sara orgasms, make sure you're in contact with her
body or she won't be able to make the switch."
I nodded and stood up. I was so excited. By the end of
the night, I should be back in my own body. I hugged
Mom again and bolted downstairs. Sara was sitting on
the bed. It was a little freaky seeing my Mom's body
sitting naked on my bed but getting my own body back
was foremost in my mind.
I took off my nightgown and sat down next to Sara. I
was thinking that it would be easy not to orgasm,
because all I had to do was give Sara the orgasm and I
could do that with my fingers and I didn't have to be
stimulated at all. I snuggled up next to her and began
caressing her breasts. I kept having to tell myself
that this wasn't my Mom, but the thought kept coming
back. Finally I started stroking her clit, just hoping
to get it over with.
Sara for her part didn't seem to be overly excited
either. Finally I stopped and asked her, "What's
wrong?"
"I don't know," she said. "I'm just not into it.
Besides, your fingernails keep scratching me down
there."
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
"I know," Sara said and got up and headed out the
door. I heard her run up the stairs. It didn't take
long before I heard her come back down. In her hand
was a vibrator. It was about 10 inches long and made
of white plastic. It looked something like an erect
penis.
She handed it to me. "Here, try this. I sometimes use
it when I want a really quick climax."
I gladly took it from her and turned it on. When I
touched the buzzing "penis" to her clit, she began to
lick her lips and gyrate her hips. She was definitely
enjoying that more than my fingers. I just moved it
around her clit, stimulating it from all sides and
then I stuck a finger inside her at the same time.
"Oh, yeah," I heard her moan, as her hip gyrations
intensified. She twisted and writhed on the bed and
her legs started to shake. She reached up and grasped
a breast in each hand, then started rolling the
nipples.
It was weird, seeing what appeared to be my Mom
reacting to a vibrator. I leaned over and licked the
end of a nipple that protruded between her fingers.
She began to gasp. I could tell her orgasm was coming
so I made sure I kept physical contact with her by
keeping my finger inside. It wasn't long before she
came.
The feeling was just like before, except rather than
leaving my body, I experienced what could only be
described as a wedge between my soul and body. I saw
just how Sara did it and when I landed in my Mom's
body, suddenly I was feeling the seriously mind
numbing effects of the Mom's orgasm. I gasped and
closed my thighs together, the vibrator sill buzzing
in my cunt. I didn't have the sense to take it out
until I shuddered to a second climax.
"Oh, thank God," I heard Sara say, as she held her
hands to her face, exploring her old body again. "I'm
back."
"Sara, I saw how you did it. I'm sure now I can do it
too."
Sara had stood up and was putting on her nightgown.
"That's great Steve, want me to go get Mom for you?"
"I need to rest a minute, but yeah, go ahead and get
her, I mean him."
Sara headed up the stairs and I could hear her telling
Mom excitedly that it worked and she's back in her own
body. I couldn't wait to be in mine too.
I heard Mom coming downstairs and quickly hid the
vibrator. I didn't know if Sara wanted Mom to know
about it, so I stuffed it between the mattress and box
spring.
When Mom, who was in my body, came in the room, I was
laying in the bed, covered by a sheet but still nude,
waiting for her.
"So Steve, are you ready? Sara said you saw how she
did it, so it should be easy now."
I nodded my head slightly, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I
know how to do it now. It's kinda like a mental wedge
that gets placed between the body and soul."
Mom sat down next to me. "That's exactly the way I
describe it to myself too. Okay," Mom said, slapping
her hands on her knees. "Let's get back into our own
bodies. How do you want it? I can use my fingers, or I
can do it the old fashioned way."
I could tell Mom wanted to do it the old fashioned
way, at least judging by the tent in his shorts he
did. I was tempted to do it too. But I couldn't keep
from thinking that it was my Mom in my body now, not
Sara, and I just couldn't do it.
"Use your fingers," I decided. "It'd be too weird
otherwise, okay?"
"Okay," Mom said. "But I imagine that when you, um,
'made love' to Sara when you switched there was a lot
of emotion involved. This time it will be just
mechanical. Don't try to control it. Just shut your
eyes and let yourself go. Your body knows what to do."
Mom pulled the sheet back. I spread my legs to give
him easier access. But Mom didn't do what I thought
she was going to do. First Mom put her hands on my
shoulders and slowly massaged the tension out of me.
The hands gravitated to my breasts. Mom worked her
fingers around the bottom of my boobs and then up to
my nipples. I could feel them getting hard and more
and more sensitive. The fingers 'milked' me pulling
outward and downward with each stroke. After a few
minutes of tit stroking she put her hands on my leg
and slowly worked them up to the inside of my thigh,
caressing and kneading the soft flesh as she moved
higher and higher. When she got to the top she gently
worked the fingers around my pussy lips and slowly
spread them apart. When Mom touched my clit, I felt
shocks right away. Maybe it was the anticipation, but
I could tell I was also already getting wet.
When Sara and I made love after we switched we were
discovering our new bodies and finding out what felt
good. Mom, on the other hand, knew exactly what to do
to give herself quick climax. She must have done this
to herself many times before. Experience tells.
Indescribable feelings coursed through her body. I was
getting seriously aroused.
I was looking forward to the orgasm but I was just as
eager to get back to being Steve. I arched my back,
getting into the feeling of Mom's finger on my
clitoris. He pulled his legs up and sat Indian style
next to me, always gently moving his finger on my
clit.
The next thing I knew, Mom put a finger of his other
hand inside me and slowly moved it in and out. I just
lay there, at least I thought I was lying there. I
made no attempt to move but Mom's body responded
automatically to the erotic massage by twisting and
writhing in time with the finger movement.
Without thinking, I instinctively reached over and
grabbed his cock through the shorts and just squeezed
it rhythmically, in time with his stroking of my clit.
I was rotating my hips in time with it too, the
feeling building and building, my need getting
stronger and stronger.
I suddenly made a decision and grabbed his arm,
pulling it away from my clit and pulling him on his
knees. I reached for his pants and started pulling
them down. Mom was only happy to help, quickly
shedding the shorts and moving on top of me. He was
rock hard.
He pushed into me and the craving of Mom's body to be
filled was satisfied. I couldn't help but grunt with
the force of the insertion, the shock all up and down
my vaginal walls as it slid inside. Next thing I know,
it's like a jackhammer as he moved in and out as fast
as he could. I wrapped my legs around his waist and
could feel the flesh of my calves hitting against his
back. Any embarrassment or unease I felt at being
fucked by my Mom vanished. All I could think about was
that impending orgasm and the task I needed to perform
when it hit. The sensation grew stronger and stronger.
I wasn't sure I could keep focused enough to do it. I
could tell I was going to find out very quick as I
felt the orgasm building.
When it hit, I could feel it down to my toes, keeping
me from being able to breathe. I focused on the wedge
and threw it between Mom and my body. Nothing
happened. I pushed with all my might, but I didn't
have anything to push with, it was like trying to
start a car with a dead battery. I knew how to turn
the key, but nothing happened.
I was still in the middle of my orgasm and it was
getting stronger when I felt Mom pulse and come inside
me. I tried switching again, but with no more success
than the previous attempt.
Mom collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, just like
I was. He looked at me questioningly and asked, "What
happened? Didn't you know what to do?"
"Yeah Mom, I did. It was like I had a dead battery or
something, I tried to push the wedge, but nothing
happened."
Mom got up on one elbow, taking the weight off me,
which was a good thing because I couldn't breathe.
"Steve...did you had an orgasm when you switched with
Sara? I told you when you have an orgasm; you're not
going to be able to push the wedge for about 24
hours."
"Mom," I said, holding up my hands. "I didn't orgasm
at the moment I switched with Sara. But I ummm... sort
of had a little one after we switched. I thought both
climaxes would just count as one."
Mom looked at me and shook her head. "Well honey,
you're stuck in my body until tomorrow night. Let's
see, it's almost midnight now, so we'll say at a bit
after midnight tomorrow, we'll switch back. I guess
I'm going to school tomorrow, while you do chores."
"Okay Mom. I'm sorry, I didn't think about it ahead of
time."
"Don't worry sweetie. Go ahead and clean up and go to
bed. In the morning I'll have you call in sick for me
and I'll go to school as you."
"Okay, Mom, good night and thanks again."
"Good night sweetie."
Mom picked up his shorts and put them on. Then he
slipped quietly out the door. I got up and headed for
the shower. Now that the arousal was over, I couldn't
help but ask myself what I was thinking, doing it with
Mom. If only I hadn't had that second little climax
I'd be back in my own body now. I turned on the shower
and rinsed myself off, being careful not to spray my
clit. I certainly didn't want to cum again. I got out
and dried off.
I headed for my bedroom. It was nice to be able to
sleep in my own bed again. I tucked myself under the
covers and turned out the light. I had one fleeting
thought that the vibrator was still between the
mattress and box spring, rejected the idea that came
to mind as I drifted off to sleep.
- - - - -
I got up when the alarm went off, noticing that Sara
had had it set for earlier than I usually get up. I
didn't have any clothes to put on, so I went out and
got Mom's robe from the clean laundry, put it on and
headed for the kitchen. I heard Sara and mom talking,
coming down from upstairs.
Mom walked over to her purse, pulled out her cell
phone and sat down next to me.
"Steve, use my cell phone and call my office. Talk to
Joyce, tell her you're sick and need to take the day
off, okay? Don't elaborate, just stick with 'sick'."
"Okay, Mom, no problem," I said, taking the phone
after she dialed the number.
"Hello," I heard Marcia say when she answered.
"Hi Joyce," I said.
"Cindy," I heard Marcia say when she recognized my
Mom's voice. "Is something wrong?"
"Yeah," I said, sounding as pitiful as I could. "I'm
not feeling well, so I'm going to stay home and rest.
I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Sure Thing Cindy. You get better, okay?"
"Okay Joyce. Bye."
I hung up, to see Mom smiling. "Steve, you were a
little too good at that. How often do you fake it to
get out of school?"
"Me," I said in mock surprise. "Never."
Mom looked at me, still smiling and got up. "Sara gave
me your class schedule and told me where you are in
your classes, so I'm good to go."
Mom and Sara got ready for school. Mom gave me a list
of chores around the house that needed doing and I
promised I'd do them while tossing her the keys to my
car.
After they left, I looked over the list. I realized
that Mom wanted to keep me busy most of the day
cleaning the house. The bathrooms took a long time to
do. By 1 p.m. though, I was done with everything but
the vacuuming and decided to break for lunch.
After I finished lunch I started vacuuming the house,
starting with my room and working my way up. By the
time I'd finished the basement and the living room on
the main floor, I was sweating up a storm, especially
under my boobs. Since no one else was home, I decided
that to keep cool I would just strip and finish
vacuuming nude. I tossed the robe on the back of the
couch and started vacuuming. I finished the ground
floor and the stairs to the second floor. Mom's closet
was easy. She had very few garments hanging in it,
just conservative pants suits for the office and
casual clothes for around the house. Except for a
couple of pairs of heels, Mom's entire shoe wardrobe
consisted of flats and tennis shoes. Aunt Amy, who had
worked as a NY fashion model and occasional designer
claimed that Mom had absolutely no fashion sense. None
whatsoever. It was hard to believe, claimed Aunt Amy,
that they were actually sisters.
I was sweating so much that I decided that I needed to
take a quick shower. I figured for once I'd use Mom's
shower since I was in Mom's body. It was a lot nicer
and bigger than mine. It also had jets that sprayed
water sideways to hit your whole body at once.
It was sweet. I got the water warm and stepped in.
Then I switched the water to the side sprayers and in
no time, I was being sprayed from all sides. I was
feeling a little sexy and turned on, but I couldn't
let the water hit my clit because I wanted to be able
to switch later. I reluctantly turned off the water
and stepped out.
As I stepped out of the shower I caught a glimpse of
myself in the steamy bathroom mirror. At first I
thought that it was Sara but when I went closer and
wiped the steam off I could see that it was Mom. Still
Mom and Sara looked enough alike that it would be easy
to mistake them for sisters. Sara's body had a colt
like litheness. Mom was definitely curvier and more
voluptuous. I've got to say that she looked really hot
for a 38 year old woman. Actually she looked really
hot for a woman of any age.
Mom usually dressed quite conservatively when she went
to work and in ordinary casual clothes when she was
home. She was an attractive woman but the clothes hid
her real charms. While a bit prettier than most, she
didn't stand out in our suburban neighborhood. But
nude she was spectacular. Big breasts, a firm body
with a narrow waist expanding to broad hips and a firm
butt. She had a prominent pubic mound with a light
fringe of hair. Her legs would have complimented a
Broadway showgirl with strong thighs, full calves and
narrow ankles.
I felt guilty about having the thought that I would
like to make out with that woman in the mirror. An
impossibility, of course. Not only was that woman me
but it was also my mother. But perhaps I could explore
a little without Mom finding out.
I was a little uneasy about examining my naked Mom so
closely although I was determined to go ahead. I
remember that when I was younger I always wanted to
sneak a peek at her when she undressed. This would
probably be my last chance to see her up close and
personal. So I felt naughty but I looked.
"It's not like what I'm doing is wrong," I said to
myself trying to rationalize doing what I was doing.
"After all, Mom is in my body and I'm in hers. I would
be nuts to not take a look."
The more I looked, the less she looked like a mother
and the more like a desirable woman. Her face was
perky and intelligent surrounded by a halo of short
light brown hair. She seemed to have a smile in her
eyes. Mom's figure was tight and toned from her
sessions at the gym. As I turned around I could see
her firm butt and showgirl legs. Most of the time she
kept them hidden in slacks or jeans but here they were
in all their glory. Mom said that she wanted to be a
dancer when she was young. She certainly had the legs
for it.
My boobs, I mean my Mom's boobs, were certainly bigger
than Sara's. Each was about the size of half a
honeydew melon. They didn't appear so large when she
was dressed but they were much rounder and fuller then
Sara's. They hung down a bit when I bent over. I don't
know how she managed to hide them under her clothes.
No wonder they got so sweaty when I was vacuuming. I
did a little shimmy dance to see them swing. Then I
put both hands around one and raised it up to look at
it more closely.
The breast was heavier in my hands than I expected. It
was both soft and resilient. Despite the fact that I
was in Mom's body I was still driven by my teen male
desires. I had my hands on a beautiful woman's boob
and was feeling it up. Of course I had seen a woman's
breasts before, Sara's, Mom's the other night, and
even a couple of my high school girl friends. But I
never had the chance to see such a big one close up.
More important, I could feel everything I did to it.
Touching it felt very pleasant, totally different than
touching my leg or arm. I don't know why girls protest
so much when you try to touch their boobies if it
feels so good.
The nipple was almost perfectly centered in a large
light brown areola. I remembered how sensitive Mom's
nipples were when Mom caressed me last night so I
poked the nipple tentatively with my finger and was
surprised at how nice it felt. Mom had medium length
fingernails. The nipple felt very sexy when I gently
scraped the edge of a fingernail over the tip. The
closest I can describe it is that it felt almost like
touching the end of my soft prick. The more I touched,
the more I wanted to touch. It was like an erotic itch
that couldn't be satisfied.
I hoped Mom wouldn't learn about how intensely I was
examining her body. I knew it wasn't proper for a son
to be that curious about his mother but I also knew
that I might never get another chance. As I ran my
finger around the base of the nipple I saw it start to
get larger and stiffer. I lifted the other boob and
tried to get a matching set. On an impulse, I squeezed
Mom's breast between my fingers. They sank into the
tissue and the nipple and areola bulged out to get
even bigger. I liked how it felt. Mom's boobs seemed
to enjoy being treated firmly. But I knew that I
couldn't squeeze them too hard or I would leave finger
bruises and Mom would be sure to find out.
I stared at my image in the mirror again. I was
standing directly facing it, legs spread slightly
apart. My legs did look sexy, tapering from slim
ankles to strong calves, narrowing at the knees, to
muscular thighs and a tight butt. The angle of the
legs drew my eyes directly to Mom's pussy. Her legs
were so inviting. I would love to have legs like those
wrapped around me.
How much further dared I explore Mom's body? What
could I do that she wouldn't find out about? As Steve,
I enjoyed playing with my penis. How would it feel if
played with Mom's cunt? Would it be different from
Sara's? Should I take a chance? Why not, she would
never know and this might be my only opportunity. I
would be touching her pussy just to feel some of the
things that Mom feels when she touches herself.
Remembering last night I was sure she did it to
herself once in a while.
So I put my hand down between my legs and stroked my
cunt. I could feel the wetness as Mom's juices oozed
out and mixed with a few last drips from the shower.
Mom's body must have been getting sexually excited by
all my touching and squeezing. I know I was. I rubbed
my finger around Mom's pussy lips and felt them start
to expand. It was a heavenly sensation. I didn't
realize that simple touching could feel so nice.
Gathering my courage I pushed my middle finger
entirely inside Mom's vagina and worked it in and out.
It was warm and slippery and seemed to squeeze my
finger. Just like last night. I thrust a second finger
inside. That filled me up a little better. My
forefinger gently rubbed my Mom's clit as I moved. It
felt so intense. The other hand was still rolling one
of Mom's nipples. The realization came to me that I
was finger fucking myself. Mom had known exactly what
she was doing when she made me cum in our failed
attempt at a switch.
I took my two fingers out and looked at them. They
glistened with Mom's juices. On a whim I put the
fingers to my mouth and licked off the wetness. Not
bad, in fact I enjoyed the taste. I scooped up a bit
more of Mom's juices from the outside of her vulva and
licked. Mom was beginning to leak a lot. I'm not sure
which I enjoyed more, Mom's flavor or the thought of
where those fingers had been.
Mom's cunt demanded to be filled. I sucked my fingers
off a last time and put them back in their nest.
Without thought my hand returned to its thrusting
motion. In and out, in and out. Slowly at first then
faster. This felt too good to quit. I began to feel
jolts of pleasure in my body from my boobs to my cunt.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mom's reflection in
the mirror. It didn't resemble the Mom that I knew at
all. A beautiful woman stared back at me with one hand
deep in her pussy, the other squeezing her tit and a
look of extreme sexual pleasure was on her face. It
was Mom and it was me just on the verge of having a
climax. I had to stop. I knew that if I continued I
would end up by making Mom's body cum and then I
wouldn't be able to switch back tonight. But I didn't
stop. It felt so nice playing with Mom's body. There
were so many ways that she could make herself feel
good. I was climbing to a peak.
I brought my thumb to the areas just above my mother's
slit and began to stroke Mom's clitoris with the
fingernail. The sensation was indescribable. Almost
like an electric shock. I rubbed the clitoris a little
faster and the sensation grew until it encompassed me.
If Mom could give herself feelings like this how could
she ever keep her hands out of her cunt?
I was startled to hear Mom's voice saying "Ohh....
fuck me Steve... fuck me..." I began to whimper almost
uncontrollably as I began to feel my body twitch all
over and spasm, and my pussy muscles clench my fingers
ever so tightly inside of myself. I drove my fingers
in and out, harder and faster, harder and faster.
Then I felt it. The twitching in my pussy. The bucking
of my hips. The feeling of an explosion. The spasming
of my entire body. I let out a long, loud and throaty
scream... in my Mom's voice. In my Mom's body. I was
giving myself an orgasm. In my mother's body. And it
felt so damn good.
I decided right then that Mom could be the one to
switch us back tonight. Still, I'll have to think of
an explanation for Mom about why I had an orgasm. It
better be pretty good. Still dripping water from the
shower I went to Mom's closet to get a towel to dry
off, but when I pulled a towel off the stack, the
whole stupid stack fell over. "Dammit," I cursed as I
started picking them up and putting them back where
they belonged. I'd pretty much gotten them all stacked
back up, when I noticed something in the back of the
closet.
It looked like half of a bucket on its side with
padding. I pushed her suitcase to the side so I could
get a better look. It had what looked like a penis,
mounted on the center and a control box connected to
it with a switch and two knobs. A logo on the box said
Sybian. I had a real good idea what this was and what
it was used for. I just had to try this. Since I'd
already had one orgasm, it didn't matter if I had
another.
I pulled it out and set it on the floor. Plugging it
in, I spread my cunt lips apart with my fingers and
started sitting down on it, working it into me. Even
with my sex play I wasn't all that wet yet, so it took
a little spit to lubricate it enough to push it inside
Mom's vagina. The rubber penis filled my cunt nicely.
I picked up the control and saw that it was able to
set the Sybian to rotate, as well as vibrate. I
decided to start out with just vibration and so I
turned both knobs all the way off.
Then, flipping the switch on, I turned the vibrate
knob slowly clockwise. The vibrations started, both
inside me and right on my clit and labia. It felt
really good. I just sat there, getting more and more
excited, the vibrations encouraging me to turn the
knob more and more. Before I knew it, I was thrashing
about, impaled on this device, having the most
incredible mind-numbing orgasm that never seemed to
stop. I grabbed for the control, but instead of
turning it down, I turned it up all the way. I looked
down disbelievingly hardly able to control my own
body. My boobs dangled forward.
Without thinking I started squeezing and rotating the
nipples between my fingers. The feelings from my tits
went right to my cunt. I had no idea the human body,
male or female could feel this incredible. By this
time my juices were starting to run down the sides of
the machine and my thighs were sliding on the vinyl. I
thrashed and moaned and screamed until there was
nothing left inside me. I flipped the switch off and
barely had the strength to get off the Sybian before
collapsing on the floor in a sweaty, exhausted,
satiated, heap.
I just laid there for at least ten minutes until my
heart rate returned to normal. No wonder Mom didn't
need a boyfriend. Who could compete with this machine?
I got up and noticed that my pussy was all swollen and
red. I'd really given it a workout. I got a washcloth
out of the closet and ran some cold water on it and
then tucked it up between my legs. It was cold, but
felt really good. I then went to the bathroom and got
some toilet paper and wiped up the machine where I had
leaked down the sides.
I considered wiping the appendage on top of the
machine, but in a spur of the moment decision, decided
another ride was in order. I had already had a massive
orgasm so a follow-up wouldn't make any difference.
Throwing the washcloth to the side, I slid right down
on it this time. I was still so lubricated and the
rubber penis was also slick, that there was almost no
resistance at all. I turned the vibrate on and began
running it up. I could tell I was still very sensitive
and my body started jerking spasmodically and I
couldn't control it, it felt so wonderful. I decided
to turn on the rotation too this time and set it to
about half way.
Suddenly, I could feel the vibrations, swirling around
inside me, touching places inside me I didn't know
existed. I felt so much incredible pleasure, I just
stayed there, mouth open, grunting and groaning,
moaning and screaming as another round of orgasms hit
me. "I don't know how women get anything done if they
could feel like this all the time," I thought to
myself as I began to peak again.
This one was different than the others though. I could
tell the buildup was taking longer and I could feel
the orgasm growing. It would be a really big one. The
Sybian was hitting a spot near my bladder that was
radiating waves of pleasure throughout my body. When
the orgasm hit, I was unprepared for the all-
encompassing, mind shattering and body-paralyzing
explosion of sensation. It was like being electrocuted
with pleasure. My throat constricted and I couldn't
even breathe. I'm sure it only lasted a minute or so,
but it seemed a lot longer. I eventually managed to
get the machine turned off and collapsed, the
appendage still inside me.
I couldn't seem to catch my breath. I came to the
conclusion that it must have been a G spot orgasm
caused by the rotation. I was amazed how strong it
was. It was addicting. I got off of the machine
slowly, because my pussy was now VERY swollen and a
bit sore. I rinsed out the washcloth and put it back,
the cold water feeling very nice on my swollen puffy
red pussy lips. I walked with my legs together as I
went to clean the machine.
I had apparently leaked a lot because it almost looked
like I wet myself somehow. I wiped it all down and
then removed and scrubbed the rubber penis attachment,
reassembled it and put it back in the closet. I didn't
bother to hide that I'd been there. I was gonna have
to tell Mom anyway because with my several orgasms I
couldn't be the one to switch us back. It was worth
it. I got up on shaky legs and rinsed off in the
shower, this time keeping it on the cool side. I
rinsed my pussy as well as I could, trying to get the
bulk of the lubrication off. Then, with my legs still
wobbling, I started vacuuming again.
It didn't take me long to finish vacuuming, though I
admit I may not have done a perfect job on the second
floor rooms. When I was done, I had to rinse off
because I was sweating again. After I rinsed off I lay
down in Mom's bed.
***
"Honey, wake up. The house looks great. You did a good
job." I felt the bed shake as Mom sat down next to me
on the bed.
"Thanks," I said, rubbing my eyes. I was aware that I
was still completely nude under the covers, but I
figured it was no big deal because we were going to
switch tonight anyway. Plus, it's not like he hasn't
seen this particular body nude before. I threw the
covers off, got up and went to get something out of
the closet to wear. I was thinking sweats and a t-
shirt. I grabbed some of Mom's workout clothes and
threw them on, not bothering with a bra or panties.
I decided now was the best time to tell Mom before
Sara came in too.
"Mom, I have a confession to make. I was vacuuming and
got sweaty and decided to take a shower in your
shower. I went into your closet to get a towel and..."
"You went in my closet," Mom interrupted. "And let me
guess, you found my Sybian and had to try it out."
"Are you mad? I figure you can still switch us back,
can't you?"
Mom sat there, I could tell he wasn't mad, but he may
have been a little disappointed in me. "Yeah, I can
switch us back. I just wish you hadn't rifled through
my closet."
"I didn't, I knocked the pile of towels over when I
grabbed one and saw the Sybian when I was restacking
them. I wasn't searching your closet, honest."
I think Mom believed me. At least he let it go and he
wouldn't have if he'd thought I was lying.
"So, how was it," Mom asked, with a mischievous smile
on his face.
I decided to be bluntly honest. "Oh, my God, it was
amazing. I think I had at least twenty orgasms,
including what I'm pretty sure was a G spot orgasm. It
felt like my whole body exploded and I leaked all over
the machine. I never thought that anyone could cum so
many times."
"Yep. I love it when I get one of those G spot
climaxes. It doesn't happen every time, not even half
of the time. You're lucky. And I guess you found out
by now that I'm multi orgasmic. I mean really multi
orgasmic. Most women can't cum more than once or twice
in a session but I can keep climaxing until I fall
over from exhaustion. My body doesn't know when to
stop."
"Is Sara multi orgasmic too?" I asked. "Does it run in
families?"
"I don't know," said Mom. "It's sort of private.
Mothers and daughters usually don't talk about that
sort of thing. You will have to ask her yourself."
"I knew since I was a teen that I could have several
climaxes in a row but I didn't really appreciate what
being multi orgasmic meant until I got the Sybian. The
first time I tried it, it felt so good that I rode it
all night long. I came over and over again. It blew my
mind, just like you found out. I was so tired the next
day that I felt like a zombie. Now I just use it once
in a while when you kids go out to a movie. But we can
talk about that later. Sara is waiting."
I looked down and could tell Mom was aroused. I saw
his penis was hard and pushing the front of his jeans
out.
I brushed out my hair quickly and opened the door. We
both went downstairs and I saw Sara sitting on the
couch, just starting on her homework.
"Hi," I said and gave her a kiss on the top of her
head.
"Hi Steve," Sara said, putting her book down and
turning to face me. "How was housecleaning? I bet it
was tons of fun."
I heard Mom chuckle behind me. I decided that what I
did today was on a need to know basis and Sara
definitely didn't need to know. "I got the job done."
After we had a quick dinner I got serious. "Mom, what
homework do I need to do? I want to get it done before
it's time to switch me back, okay?"
"I made a list of everything you need to do and stuck
it in the front pocket of your backpack. I took good
notes too. Better than you take. I looked through them
a little. I have no idea how you pass with those
notes."
"I usually have a cute study partner," I said, nudging
Sara to let her know I was talking about her. She
smiled and went back to her homework. I got up and
grabbed my backpack. I quickly found the sheet with my
homework. Luckily, it wasn't too bad.
Mom watched a movie on the VCR while Sara and I did
homework. It took me longer than I thought it would.
The math was a bit harder, not having sat through the
lecture. Mom's notes were really good though, so I was
able to figure it out. By the time I finished, it was
almost eleven and Sara was already in bed asleep. Mom
came over and sat down next to me as I was reloading
my books, into my book bag.
We sat there, making small talk and then finally
silently, both watching the clock until the VCR
switched to midnight. Then, we both got up and Mom led
the way to the master bedroom. The room was dark with
just a bit of light filtering in through the window.
I got there and unceremoniously took off the T shirt
and sweatpants I'd been wearing, while Mom undressed.
Neither of us said a word. I didn't know if he felt as
weird about this as I did, but I just kept thinking
that soon I would be back in my own body. I sat down
on the bed and Mom sat next to me.
Mom reached in the drawer of the nightstand and pulled
out a tube of lubricant. "Here, use some of this," he
said, tossing me the tube. "It doesn't really matter
if you orgasm for the switch to work, so I'll just get
right to it if you don't mind."
"No," I said, "The sooner I get back into my own body,
the better."
"But before we start," said Mom, "is there anything
else about my body that you want to ask me about? Did
you like being a grown woman? I sort of hoped that you
would get a chance to find out about a woman's body
when you were alone. You told me about the Sybian but
did you do anything else? We probably won't switch
again so this may be the last time you have a chance
to ask me about really personal things."
Mom's question took me by surprise. I decided that I
might as well tell her everything.
"OK Mom. After I finished showering I looked you over
real good in the bathroom mirror. You're a real fox,
you know. Any man would want to make love to you. Then
I played with your nipples for a while and put my hand
down between your legs."
"Is that all you did after you decided you wanted to
fuck your Mommy?" Mom asked. "Just put your hand
between my legs?"
"Mom! I didn't say that I wanted to fuck you."
"You didn't have to," Mom answered. "I've seen you
sneaking peeks at me when I got dressed. All teen aged
boys want to sleep with their mothers. You are one of
the lucky ones that will actually get a chance to do
it."
"Well," I answered, guilty about admitting to wanting
to have sex with her. "After I looked I kind of let my
fingers slip inside and work around a bit. I even
played with your clit a little."
"I'm glad you're honest Steve. Is my body as much fun
as you thought? Did you enjoy it?"
"Very much, Mom. After I started touching you, your
body sort of took over and I did those things without
thinking. It was almost like I was on autopilot. I
kept squeezing your nipples and moving my fingers back
and forth inside and stroking your clit. It felt
wonderful but I tried to force myself to stop because
I knew that I was going to lose control and cum. But I
couldn't stop and I had a real big orgasm. I guess
that didn't matter because then I found the Sybian and
I climaxed over and over. We can still switch tonight,
can't we?"
"Sure," said Mom. "But I'll have to be the one that
keeps control. Since you've already had an orgasm you
might as well relax and let yourself go. You can have
as many orgasms as you want until we switch. Now, is
there anything else you want to ask about?"
"Well," I said, "your breasts are really big. Don't
they get in the way?"
As I said that my hands reached unconsciously for my
tits. They cupped them for a moment, as if holding
them up for inspection. My fingers gravitated to the
nipples and started rolling and twisting. It was a
purely unintentional act on my part. Just an automatic
reaction of Mom's body.
Mom thought about it for a while. Even in the dim
light she couldn't help but see what I was doing. "I
guess they are big," she said. "After I nursed you
kids for a year they never went down to their normal
size. And they do get in the way when I play tennis.
But there are compensations. Men seem to pay more
attention to women with big boobies. Big breasts make
great sex toys too. I'll show you. And by the way,
don't pinch my nipples so hard. I may want to use them
later."
Mom switched on the small night light on the end
table. The room was illuminated with a soft glow. Then
she shifted her position and turned directly toward
me. She reached down and raised one of my big breasts
and licked the nipple. I jumped at the unexpected
contact but she did the same thing to the other.
"That's just to provide some lubrication," Mom said.
"I'll show you what I mean about big breasts having
their compensations. The nipples are the most
sensitive part. Watch the nipple closely."
She rubbed the palms of her hands over the nipples.
They immediately got larger. Then she took one breast
in her hand and pulled it slightly toward her. She
rubbed her forefinger around the nipple in a circular
motion. I watched the nipple grow and get even harder.
It expanded until it was the size of a small grape,
about half an inch long and almost as wide. Tiny
little bumps appeared on the areola. She rolled the
engorged nipple lightly between her fingers. I
couldn't believe how good it felt.
"How's that for a starter?" Mom asked. "Now try this."
She bent one breast up until it almost reached my
face. "Tilt your head down and lick the nipple."
I did as Mom asked and touched the nipple with my
tongue. It felt wonderful, like stroking the nipple
with my finger only much better. My tongue rubbed
against the slightly rough surface of the nipple which
grew even larger as I licked. It became very stiff.
"Now put the nipple in your mouth and suck on it."
I was astonished. I was finding out a lot of kinky
things about my very dignified Mom. I didn't know that
women sucked on their own nipples. But I opened my
mouth and sucked the nipple in. At first it was like
sucking a straw but then I got really into it and
pulled the whole nipple and part of the areola into my
mouth.
"Bite down a little with your teeth. Doesn't that feel
good," Mom said. "Suck harder. I sometimes do it to
myself when I can't get to sleep at night."
I did as Mom asked and felt my cheeks hollow and swell
as I alternated sucking and swirling around the nipple
with my tongue. I put my hands around Mom's hands and
pressed as much as could of the boob into my mouth,
almost as if I was trying to swallow it. I was quickly
changing my mind about the disadvantages of big
breasts.
"My nipples got very sensitive after I had you kids.
You may not believe it but it feels even better when
milk comes out," Mom said. "When I was nursing you
children, I would sometimes suck myself dry if there
was any milk left. It sounds gross but I think that
every nursing woman alive has tasted her own breast
milk at least once."
"I love it," I said. "Can I do it to the other
nipple?"
"Try them both at the same time. That feels even
better," said Mom. "Not too many women can do that."
She pushed the other breast upward toward my mouth and
helped me hold both nipples between my lips. I ran my
tongue from one to the other, sucking and biting them
together.
The good feelings that we were experiencing were
turning us both on. Mom's penis was getting very erect
and my nipples were as hard as rocks. I felt that I
could suck my tits for hours. But Mom had other ideas.
As I sucked she put one hand down between my legs and
started gently rubbing my clit. Her fingers stroked
the lips and then she put a couple inside and started
moving them in and out just like last night. My hips
moved back and forth to meet her hand. Our breast play
had really primed me for sex. Still sucking on a
nipple, Mom's body surprised me with a small orgasm. I
tensed and spasmed at the unexpected thrill.
"Enjoy yourself," said Mom. "There's lots more where
that came from."
"Before we switch," Mom said, "I have a favor to ask
you. I'll understand if you don't want to. It is sort
of an unusual thing to ask but I want you to give me a
blow job. I have been on the giving end of blow jobs
but I've never been on the receiving end and I want to
see how it feels. Remember, it will be your own cock,
not a stranger's."
Mom had clearly had the blow job request in the back
of her mind all along. I think that's why she started
the whole personal question discussion. She wanted to
get me thinking about sex rather than just switching.
She also knew which buttons to push to get her body to
a sexual peak. I was almost ready to cum every time
she touched me.
But I was flabbergasted. Me suck a man's cock. Never!
Then I realized that I would be me sucking my own
cock. I had often imagined what it would be like but I
was never flexible enough to do it to myself. Now that
I was in my Mom's body the whole idea didn't seem so
bad.
"OK," I said. "I promise not to bite."
"Remember," Mom said, "whose penis will have the tooth
marks after we switch."
Mom crawled on the bed beside me in a 69 position and
moved her hips toward my face. She put her hands on my
head and pulled me toward her. "Whenever you're
ready," she said.
My cock seemed enormous. I never realized that it was
so big when seen close up. There was a little
glistening drop of precum on the tip that I touched
tentatively with my tongue. Actually it tasted pretty
good, certainly not as gross as I expected. Perhaps
that was the influence of my Mom's body. I finally
gathered the courage to take the whole end of the cock
in my mouth and started working around it with my
tongue. It was a mouthful but it felt sort of nice.
Mom's hips started moving a bit and I felt the cock
sliding in and out. I alternated a few sucks with a
stroking action, just the way I imagined I would like
it. It's too bad that I couldn't feel the sensation in
my penis myself but I knew that Mom, in my body, was
really getting aroused. The cock felt harder than
before and more and more juices began to leak out. I
was getting turned on too by the thought of sucking my
own cock. Perhaps, after we switched back, I could
work on my flexibility and do it for real.
Mom's hands left my head and after a moment pulled my
legs apart I felt a warm wet sexy sensation on my
pussy and I realized that Mom was licking me too. It
was an erotic dream sucking and getting eaten at the
same time. After a minute of licking around the edges,
her tongue went directly to my clitoris. I had another
little orgasm almost immediately but Mom kept on
rubbing my clit with her tongue. I still had my cock
in my mouth and was sucking and stroking and even
scraping my teeth on the engorged head. I was getting
to like the taste of the precum.
Mom's hands pressed my legs tight against her head,
all the while working her tongue around my clit. Then
she started sucking the clit and the sensation
increased. I didn't think it was possible but she did
it.
We went on licking and sucking each other for about
five minutes and I had little climaxes over and over.
I guess her body was demonstrating again that she was
multi orgasmic. Mom could make her body cum so easily.
How could she ever manage to stop. No wonder women
like this stuff. The sensations coming from my cunt
made Mom's body start shaking again. Her legs started
to quiver. I couldn't do anything to stop it. My cunt
seemed to overpower my brain. All I could do was lay
there while Mom gave me climax after climax by sucking
and chewing my clit. My legs got stiff, my back
arched, and I had an intense and massive mind blowing
orgasm. Then I felt Mom shudder and she pulled out of
my mouth.
"Wow! I almost blew it there. We have to stop," she
said. "I was just an inch away from cumming and I
wasn't ready to make the switch. If I had an
accidental orgasm we wouldn't be able to make the
switch until tomorrow night. And by the way, you give
a great blow job."
I applied the lube to my pussy, rubbing it around
until the whole area was slick. I didn't need to do
much since juices were running out of my cunt like a
faucet. Then, I lay down to let Mom do the switch.
Mom sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on my
knee. "Steve, roll over and get on your knees for me."
"Why," I asked as I started to roll over "What are you
gonna do?"
"Well," he said, like he was deciding whether or not
to tell me. "I really like it from behind and I'm
pretty sure that in my body, you will too."
"Okay," I said, getting on my hands and knees, feet
fairly wide apart. "Like this?"
Mom got behind me. "Perfect."
I could feel Mom putting his penis at my opening and
then pushing forward. He slipped right in and I could
feel that by now familiar stretching to accommodate.
He went all the way forward, in one slow even thrust,
until he was up against my butt. I knew what he was
talking about liking it this way now. It felt so full
and soon he was moving in and out like a piston.
My boobs were bouncing up and down in time with his
thrusts. He reached his hands around under my body and
grabbed my nipples, pulling them back and forth like
reins to time my motions. Before long, I was pushing
back in time to his thrusts, trying to get him even
deeper. I really did like it in this position.
After about five minutes of growing pleasure, I was
surprised to feel him hitting that same spot that the
Sybian had earlier. It was that spot that felt like it
was in my bladder, radiating the feeling throughout my
body. Mom was holding onto my breasts, pulling me back
in time with his thrusts, because I'd collapsed my
arms and my head and shoulders were down on the bed,
my butt sticking up. I felt the buildup and knew I was
going to have a huge orgasm soon.
At that moment, he started pounding into me harder,
lunging forward into me. His thighs slapped against my
ass cheeks with each thrust. Steve pulled so hard on
my tits that I thought that he was going to rip the
nipples right off. Mom's tits enjoyed being treated
roughly and the more forcefully he pulled the better
they seemed to like it. The mixture of pleasure and
pain was exquisite.
Finally one particularly vigorous thrust did it and I
went over the edge. I screamed into the mattress
hoping not to wake up Sara as I bucked in orgasm and
grabbed handfuls of sheets, trying desperately to hold
myself in place so Mom could finish. It was
incredible. Better even than the Sybian.
Just then, I felt Mom swell and the first spurt
entered me, as I felt that sudden wedge drive me out
of my body, the familiar out of body feeling and then
I flew back into the other body.
The next thing I knew, I was holding onto Mom's
nipples, pounding into her for all I was worth,
feeling the last bit of the orgasm. After the orgasm
I'd been feeling in Mom's body it was almost a let
down. Mom, however, seemed to still be riding the mind
blowing one I'd left. My cock hadn't lost any of its
stiffness and I kept driving in and out of Mom's tight
cunt. I could feel the unbearable tension grow in my
groin and I came again. Mom was having a second major
orgasm the way she was gripping the sheets and
screaming into the mattress. I kept fucking as long as
I could, Mom flailing about under me cumming over and
over. Eventually I stopped, still on my knees, buried
all the way inside. Mom just stayed where she was,
breathing heavily and then fell forward, pulling me
out of her in the process.
I was looking at my hands and running my fingers
through my short hair. I was so happy to be back in my
own body. Mom sat up and we hugged. She looked at her
breasts, I guess to make sure that the nipples were
still on. They were bright pink and the ends of the
tits showed some finger marks but the nipples were
definitely still in place.
"Thanks Mom," I said as I got up and started throwing
on my pants.
"No. Thank you," Mom said. "You are a wonderful lover.
That was by far the best sex I've had since your
father died. I expect that you will sleep with Sara
again but please be careful and don't hurt her. She is
a precious person. And now that we have broken the
ice..." She never finished the last sentence but I got
her drift.
I wanted to talk to Sara, but since she was asleep, I
figured I'd just wait until morning. I picked up the
rest of my clothes and headed down the two flights of
stairs to the basement and my room. I threw the dirty
clothes in the hamper by the washer and took off my
pants. Then, I walked into my bedroom and into my
bathroom.
Turning on the shower, I rinsed off and got dry. Then
I brushed my teeth and hopped into bed. I knew right
away that Sara was there. Sara sat up and hugged me.
She wasn't wearing anything. She was nude.
"Sara," I said, returning the hug fiercely. "I'm so
glad everything's back to normal.
"So," Sara said smiling. "You glad to be back in
there?"
I smiled back at her. "You have no idea. I have to
admit now that it's all over; it was really
interesting to experience life as a girl. Part of me
wants to do it again sometime, to learn more of what
being a woman is. That first night when you said there
were good parts to being a girl, I couldn't imagine
what could be good about it. Now I know. When I
switched back, the first thing I thought was that I
wanted to tell you. Now you tell me, did you like
being a boy?"
Sara thought for a while. "Well," she said, "it's much
easier being a boy than a girl. You don't have to
spend so much time making yourself pretty and standing
up when you pee is a snap. But the sex is much
different. While I was in your body, I sneaked in a
masturbation. When I did it to myself without you to
distract me, I was surprised at how local and intense
it was. Everything was centered on my penis. It took
such a short time to get excited and then I exploded.
After I came, I just wiped myself off and went back to
what I was doing before.
"No wonder you guys are driven by sex. It's so
convenient. Me, when I do it to myself, I have to get
undressed and work up to it slowly, playing with my
breasts and rubbing my fingers around my pussy before
I even get to touching my clit. It takes a lot of time
and I'm all sweaty when I get done. I like it both
ways though. But now I'm really tired so I think I'm
just gonna go to sleep if you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind. I was just thinking the same
thing."
I turned out the light and got into bed. Sara was
there, lying beside me and we wound up on our sides in
a spooning position, my arm around her waist and my
hand on her breast. It felt right. I think the stress
of the last few days got to both of us because we both
fell fast asleep.
***
Sara and I switched two times more before the end of
the school year.
The first was almost out of necessity. I had an
important English Lit exam scheduled and had missed a
couple of critical classes because of a bad cold.
Besides, the reading assignment for that week had been
a couple of Jane Austin novels. I hate them but Sara
loved them and could recite them almost word for word.
Sara suggested that we switch so that she could take
the exam in my place. It wasn't quite cheating. We had
taken the same classes and had almost identical scores
on all the tests. Sara felt that I would not be up my
best on the test. She was probably right. But I still
didn't want to do it.
On the night before the test she slipped into my room
while I was asleep and started rubbing my penis. I
thought that I was having a wet dream. She had used a
bit of Mom's lubricant on her hand and stroked up and
down so gently that I didn't wake up until just before
I came. I felt the wedge but by then it was too late.
Sara sat up in bed and wiped the cum from her cock
with a Kleenex.
"That was nice, Steve. I don't have any hard classes
today and all the finished homework is in my book bag.
We can switchback tomorrow."
Mom looked at us suspiciously that morning at
breakfast. She knew that something wasn't quite right
when Steve only nibbled at his CocoPuffs. But she was
discrete enough not to ask. We had more or less agreed
that we wouldn't switch without telling her. I don't
know that she was as afraid of switching as much as
that we would get so sexually involved with each other
that we would stop having other friends. Not to worry,
Mom. We still went out and dated frequently. It's just
that we felt that we didn't have to 'make out' on
every date. We had each other for that.
Of course Sara did well on the test. She always does.
We both looked forward to a pleasant evening of
switching back. After dinner and a bit of TV Mom
turned in, pleading an early appointment the next
morning. I don't think we fooled her a bit. Back in
Steve's room we kissed and hugged. Sara sucked my
increasingly sensitive tits while I played with his
cock and balls. When it got hard enough, I rubbed the
tip of the cock on the outside of my cunt, kind of
preparing myself for penetration.
As soon as I got wet enough he pushed inside and we
screwed each other gently for what seemed like hours.
This was fucking for fun, not for passion. The
pleasant feeling increased gradually. We moved faster
and faster and I climbed higher and higher. Steve's
spurting penis triggered my orgasm and I felt the
wedge. I don't know whose it was since we climaxed at
almost the same time. But the next instant we were
back in our own bodies, both breathing heavily. Sara
pulled on a robe and went back to her own room while I
slept like a log the rest of the night.
The next time we switched was for Sara's final
softball game of the season. The PE teacher had
arranged a game with another school during the spring
break. Sara, of course, knew that she couldn't play
softball well at all but she didn't want to let her
friends down. Also, if she did well, she might get a
decent grade in PE for a change.
As soon as I found out about it, I suggested the
switch. Softball was one of my best sports.
I didn't think of it as payback for the exam at all,
just a way of helping my sister. PE grades weren't
counted in academic standings. Sara agreed
reluctantly. I guess it was more that her friends were
counting on her than for herself. This time we would
have to wear each other's bodies for a least two days
because the PE teacher had scheduled a practice for
the day before the game and it wouldn't do to be a
klutz at practice and then look good in the actual
contest. The school would be closed during the spring
break and I excused myself from meeting with the guys
on the pretext of filling out college applications. I
had to do these anyway so it was hardly a lie.
This time we told Mom before we did it. Mom wouldn't
have approved of switching for the exam but she
understood Sara's desire not to disappoint her
friends. The big game was scheduled for Wednesday so
we had to switch on Monday night. Mom made us a nice
dinner then said that she was going to spend the
evening at Aunt Amy's and she wouldn't be home until
very late. She was being very politic in recognizing
the special relationship we had with each other while
not exactly approving of what we were doing. But then,
she had been there herself.
We had the whole house to ourselves. Most important,
we had Mom's implicit blessing. I don't know of many
mothers that would approve of their teen aged children
sleeping together - Mom certainly wasn't enthusiastic
about it. I guess in the back of her mind there was
always the possibility that we wouldn't actually fuck.
Just give each other orgasms. It was sort of like the
tradition of having one man in a firing squad use a
blank bullet.
No one could be 100 percent sure of firing the fatal
shot. Usually though, we did fuck. As many times as we
could. Sara didn't believe that she was truly multi
orgasmic like Mom. But she could still climax a couple
of times a night. Thank God. I'm not sure I could take
someone of Mom's stamina on a repeated basis.
The evening turned out to be surprisingly pleasant. We
watched a romantic comedy film on TV with Sara
snuggling against me. She had her head in my lap and I
caressed her shoulder and neck. About 9 PM we both
decided that it was time for bed. Early, but we had a
big night planned. Sara decided that she should take a
shower before bedtime so she got up and headed for her
bedroom. Soon I could hear the water running in her
bathroom. I needed a shower too and stripped off my
clothes but I made the sudden decision to join Sara in
her shower. It would save water. When I opened her
shower door, Sara was momentarily startled but she
made the most of it.
She soaped me all over and used the wash cloth on my
back. The she turned me around and used it on my front
with special attention to my penis and balls.
Eventually Sara dropped the cloth but continued
soaping my penis. My cock got rigid from her
attention. I put one arm around her shoulders and the
other on the shower wall to steady myself but that
didn't stop Sara's massage. I figured out Sara's
strategy a second too late. My cum blasted the shower
wall.
"Now it's my turn." she said. "How about helping me
wash my back."
She handed me the soapy washcloth. I washed her back
and shoulders then gravitated to her lovely butt. I
put my hands on her hips and slowly turned her around.
"The back is done," I said, "now I'll do the front."
I dropped to my knees and used the washcloth on her
legs, moving from the ankles to the thighs. My
position put her pussy right at the level of my eyes.
I couldn't resist the opportunity. Dropping the
washcloth I put my arms around her rear and pulled
Sara's cunt toward my face. The first few licks tasted
a little soapy but after half a minute I could taste
Sara's sweet juices. She put both hands on my head and
pushed me tighter into her. I even had a chance to
push my tongue right into her vagina before I felt
Sara shudder. She had had a climax. But she didn't
forget our objective. I felt the wedge, and suddenly I
had tits and a vagina.
"See, big boy, two can play at the shower game."
We got out of the shower and dried each other off. She
simply rubbed a towel through her hair and on her back
the way guys do after a shower. But Sara insisted on
putting conditioner in my hair and then brushed and
combed it.
"I have to do this every time I take a shower without
a cap," she said. "Otherwise it will be a rat's nest
of tangles in the morning. But maybe I should just let
you comb it out tomorrow. Then you can appreciate what
it takes to look beautiful for you."
"Sara, you would look beautiful to me with a paper bag
over your head."
"Thanks Sis. Oops! I'm not supposed to call you that
am I? Now let me finish drying you.
Sara took the towel and gently padded me all over. She
dabbed between my legs and worked her way around my
tits.
"Considering the number of showers I take, if I dried
off the way you do," she said, I would rub my titties
and pussy raw. Girls just have too many nooks and
crannies for rough towels. Now just relax and let me
finish."
I looked down as she lifted and dried under my boobs.
They were bigger than I remembered. It had been
several months since we started making love and I
remembered the tits being about the size of apples.
Nice apples. Now they were the size of oranges. The
nipples stood out a little further too but that was
probably because of the shower.
"Aren't these bigger?" I asked as I touched one of her
breasts.
"I'm a growing girl," said Sara. "The first time I
came into your bedroom they were a B cup. Now they are
a C cup. Well, maybe even a C . I seem to be taking
after Mom."
I 'weighed' Sara's breasts in each hand. They did seem
heavier and fuller. I couldn't resist the temptation
to reach up and tweak the nipples a little. The
sensation was a little more erotic that the what I
remembered from the previous times in Sara's body.
"They certainly feel good," I said.
"Yes," responded Sara. "Don't the nipples feel nice?
Sometimes I play with them when I'm in bed. Now look
what else I discovered about my titties."
Sara went to the sink and took out her little battery
powered toothbrush. The kind where the tip rotates
back and forth when you switch it on. She wet it under
the faucet and came back to me.
"Now watch this," said Sara.
She raised one boob in her hand, rubbing the nipple a
bit so that it would stand out. The she applied the
rotating tip of the toothbrush directly to the nipple.
I almost jumped. It was like an electric shot to the
tittie. Sara continued to move the rotating toothbrush
around the nipple as it got stiffer and stiffer.
"I do this almost every time I brush my teeth," said
Sara. "Sometimes Mom can hear the toothbrush through
the closed bathroom door. Once she even complimented
me on my attention to dental hygiene. I tried it once
on my clit but it was far too intense. So I guess it's
just a boobie brush."
In a way I was pleased that Sara could talk about sex
things now without getting too emotional. When we
first switched everything was so passionate and
anxiety provoking that we didn't think about simple
pleasure. Now that we know that we can switch back we
can explore and even play with each other's bodies. It
takes the boredom out of just being oneself. Besides,
it's so much fun. Sara's boobie brush had turned me on
and I could see her cock getting stiff.
"We have a busy day tomorrow," I said. "Don't you
think that we should get to bed and get some sleep?
And," I continued as I reached my hand down and
touched my cunt, "I'm feeling empty inside."
"Don't worry, Sis. I know just what to do to fix
that."
Sara simply picked me up and carried me to the bed.
There was no need for pajamas or nightgowns. Mom
assured us that we would have the house to ourselves
until well after midnight. No foreplay either. He
simply spread my legs apart and plunged his face right
into my crotch and started licking.
"You are going too fast," I said. "I'm not ready yet."
But he didn't stop. His fingers held apart my outer
lips and his tongue went directly to my clit. My
buildup came at jet speed. Waves of pleasure shot all
over my body. My legs closed tight around his head, my
hands pressing him into my cunt. I could feel
everything getting tense. My back arched, my legs
shook, and I came and came. Wow did I cum! It seemed
to last forever.
When I recovered my breath, the first thing I saw was
Steve smiling at me.
"You seem to forget," he said, "that I've been in that
body much longer than you and I know exactly what it
wants. And right now it wanted to cum so badly that I
thought it would explode. Now that that's out of the
way we can play nicely with each other."
The rest of the night we lay side by side, touching
each other, playing with each other's bodies as well
as our own. I fingered my bulging nipples and newly
enlarged breasts. When that got me sufficiently
excited I wet my fingers and put them inside my
vagina, moving them in and out, while Sara helped me
stimulate myself and gave me words of encouragement.
"Don't forget the clit," she said. One of her hands
moved down to help me finger fuck myself while the
other caressed my breasts. Both of us were helping her
body masturbate. It was a truly cooperative effort. I
felt an orgasm approaching and began to gasp and moan.
Sara held me while I shuddered to my second climax of
the evening.
Then it was Sara's turn. Thanks to my session with Mom
I wasn't reluctant to suck my body's penis any more.
When I recovered my breath after the orgasm I put my
small hand around the end of the cock and guided it to
my lips. The end was swollen and red, just like a
small ripe apple. Sara held the cock in both hands
while I tongued it all over, then slowly slipped the
head between my lips. It tasted great, salty but a bit
soapy after that long shower. I couldn't get the full
length of it in my mouth but I managed to get a lot of
it in, working it back and forth and scraping it just
a bit with my teeth. Short strokes followed by long
strokes. Short followed by long.
Sara squirmed on the bed beneath me, arms around my
ass holding me in place. His body got more and more
tense and the arms gripped tighter and tighter.
"Steve, I'm going to cum!"
I could feel his cock pulsing, as if he was trying to
hold back. But rather than pull my head away, I
gripped him tighter between my lips. I don't know if
it was me or Sara's body running the show but I wanted
to taste his cum. And cum he did. A mouthful of thick,
pungent and salty/sweet cum. I swallowed and swallowed
but still it came. Some dribbled out of my lips onto
my face but I sucked most of it back. I suppose that I
was now a 'cum slut,' well, not really a slut but I
did like his cum. It was my first time and I welcomed
the chance to do it both for myself and my wonderful
sister.
"That was fantastic," he said.
"For me too," I answered.
We drifted off to sleep, lying side by side. Mom came
in after midnight and went straight to her room
without checking on us. I suppose that she was a
little reluctant to see what her children had been up
to. About 4 a.m. Sara rolled over towards me and
started caressing me. He awakened me by sneaking his
hand between my legs and gently fingering my pussy
lips. At first I thought that it was a dream but then
I felt his tongue on my nipples. I could feel his hard
prick on my thigh and I slowly reached down and guided
it to the right place. Only half awake, we had sex in
a long relaxed fuck like normal people instead of
horny teen agers. He came just before I did and we
drifted back off to sleep, our arms around each other.
The alarm went off far too soon. Too soon. I could
have slept for a couple of more hours.
When we went down to breakfast Mom was back home. She
didn't seem concerned. She never even asked if we had
made the switch. We each fixed our own breakfast and
washed up after. I was wearing just a tight T shirt
and workout shorts since I planned to put on athletic
sweats later.
Mom came over and kissed me on the head. Then she
flicked my still stiff nipple with her finger and
suggested that I wear a less revealing outfit before I
went to school.
"Your breasts are getting so big that anyone can tell
that you aren't even wearing a bra," she said. "There
is no point looking like a hooker. It's an all-girls'
team."
After breakfast Sara and I had a long strategy session
about how I would mimic Sara in softball. I couldn't
be too good at the start but should work gradually
into it. That way the coach would think that his
tutoring was responsible and it would keep Sara's
friends from getting suspicious. I put on very little
makeup, my underwear and sweats and tied my hair back.
It was only a practice and I didn't have to impress
anyone. Sara made sure I was wearing a sports bra. She
said it was necessary for my new bigger boobs.
Mom's office was closed today for an administrative
holiday so she offered to drive me to the school. I
was relieved. I wouldn't have to attempt to drive
Steve's stick shift car in Sara's body. While she knew
what to do, she hadn't achieved the hand and foot
coordination to make crashless shifts. The clutch had
begun acting a little flaky after Sara's attempts to
learn to drive.
When we got to school, Mom said that she would pick me
up after practice, about four hours from now. In the
meantime she was going to visit Aunt Amy. Aunt Amy
lived only two blocks from the school.
Practice went as I expected. We were divided up into
two teams and played a few innings against each other.
Players were rotated into various positions as the PE
teacher and the men's softball coach tried to get a
handle on our abilities. I was hitting OK and did well
at snagging flyballs although my throwing still
sucked. Eventually they decided that I should play an
infield position where I wouldn't have to throw too
far. Because I was left handed, first base seemed the
natural choice. It was the position I played on the
boys' team. I liked the idea too. A lot of action. I
got really bored in the outfield.
We practiced for a couple of innings, then started a
real game, with the better players divided evenly on
both sides. Despite my resolve not to excel, I was
having a good day. It's hard to ignore reflexes even
if your body is not always up to the task. At least
half a dozen times during the practice I felt, through
some kind of ESP connection, the almost overpowering
sensation that Sara was giving my body a massive
orgasm. When I was at bat I watched a perfect strike
go by as the climax sensation hit. Normally I could
have belted that ball for a good hit. Sara must have
been on a masturbating frenzy.
In the last inning our side was one run ahead but the
other side had runners on first and second with only
one out. Jenny, their strongest batter was at the
plate. She drove a line drive directly at me down the
first base line. I suppose I should have let it go
past into the outfield. The game meant nothing. But I
reacted before thinking, lept and caught the ball on
the fly and flipped it to second base. Diane tagged
the runner coming in for a double play. The game was
over. I rushed over to Diane and hugged her and then,
in a typical male reflex action, patted her on the
ass. It's what the guys always do when someone makes a
great play. Diane looked startled, then turned to me
and smiled.
As we walked to the shower room, I overheard the boy's
coach talking to the PE teacher.
"You didn't tell me that Sara was that good. Too bad
she's a girl, we could use her on the boys' team." If
he only knew.
The shower room was like it always was. We giggled a
lot and hugged each other. Diane soaped my hair and I
soaped hers. I was getting used to the girl talk and
tried to hold up my end. I suppose I did OK. We hugged
other and said that we would see each other tomorrow.
Since we finished an hour early, I didn't want to wait
around the school for Mom and decided to walk to Aunt
Amy's house.
Aunt Amy often left her door unlocked and this was one
of those times. I entered and looked around but I
didn't see anyone. They must be in the pool, I
thought. As I walked through the house to get to the
back yard, I heard a noise coming from upstairs. Well,
they must be up in Aunt Amy's bedroom. So I went up.
The bedroom door was partly open and I distinctly
heard my Mom's voice say "Yes. Do it again." I pushed
the door open and looked in. The shades were drawn and
the bedroom was quite dark.
Aunt Amy and my Mom had obviously been swimming. Their
wet swimsuits were hanging over the back of a chair,
dripping water on the floor. As my eyes grew
accustomed to the darkness, I could see Mom and Aunt
Amy lying on the bed together. They were so wrapped up
in what they were doing that they didn't even notice
my entrance. Mom was lying on the bed with her legs
spread wide. Aunt Amy had her mouth on Mom's cunt and
was licking furiously. Mom was twitching and turning
and her legs were beating a tattoo on the bed. One of
Mom's hands was pressing Aunt Amy's head into her
vagina, the other was mauling one of her own tits. The
nipple was wet and enlarged, as if she had been
sucking on it
"Yes," Mom cried. "You've hit the right spot. Do it to
me! Do it to me again! I love it!"
Despite my shock, I couldn't help but appreciate Mom's
attractiveness, from her showgirl legs to her
burlesque queen breasts. But the scene was right out
of a porn movie. Aunt Amy was pretty too but in a
different way. She was tall and slim. Her breasts were
smaller than Mom's and could best be described as
"perky." It was obvious that they were totally
immersed in what they were doing. I watched them
loving each other, so caught up in their sensations
that they didn't even know I was in the room. It was
totally beautiful - but perverse. Not Mom and my Aunt.
How could they?
"Mom!" I shouted. That got their attention. Both sat
up, startled at having their intimate moment invaded.
"Yes, dear. I didn't expect you so early." She glanced
at the clock. "It's still an hour before I was to pick
you up." But the woman who spoke was Aunt Amy, not my
Mom. "We switched last night while you and Steve were
alone. We have about half an hour before we can switch
back. I thought that was time enough."
Mom, who I guess was really Aunt Amy, chimed in.
"Don't blame your Mom. I talked her into switching
last night. It's been ages since we've done it and I
really enjoy having sex in her body. I love playing
with real tits instead of my cupcakes and I love how
she can make me cum over and over. If I was your Mom I
would find myself a real lover to fuck me and never
get out of bed."
By this time Mom and Aunt Amy were both sitting up in
bed and trying to find something to cover their naked
bodies. Not that it mattered anymore.
"We have about half an hour before we can switch
back," Aunt Amy, in Mom's body, said. "You can watch
TV downstairs, or, " she said with a twinkle in her
eye, "you can watch your Mom give me a quick orgasm.
From what your Mom told me, I don't think anything we
do will surprise you."
"I'll take a rain check on watching if you don't
mind," I said. "I'll be downstairs looking at TV. Come
down when you are ready."
I went downstairs and turned on the TV. But I couldn't
help but think about Mom and Aunt Amy making love.
Despite my protests, I really wanted to see them do
it. Just as they were doing it when I first entered
their room. So I quietly crept up the stairs back to
the bedroom. The sound of the TV masked any noise that
I might make. I pushed the door open a crack. After my
eyes became accustomed to the dark I could see Mom and
Aunt Amy on the bed. Aunt Amy was rubbing her hands up
and down Mom's legs while Mom twisted and turned on
the bed. "Oh yes," she whispered, "Do it more."
Then Mom spread her legs and exposed her cunt. Her
hands reached down and spread her pussy lips. Aunt Amy
couldn't resist the invitation and buried her mouth in
Mom's cunt. From my position at the door, I could hear
her sucking. "Suck me harder," said Mom. "Lick me all
up." Then Mom wrapped her legs around Aunt Amy and
squeezed her tight. Their bodies were merged together,
undulating and writhing on the bed in a sensuous
embrace. Both shuddered in what I hoped was the orgasm
that would let them switch back. It was a beautiful
sight. I wanted to stay and watch more but I realized
that if they had indeed switched, Mom would be coming
downstairs soon. So I went back and pretended to watch
TV.
After about half an hour I heard the shower running
and soon my lovely Mom came down the stairs, fresh and
clean, and looking as if nothing had happened.
"Is it really you?" I asked.
"Yes, sweetie. I'll tell you all about it when we
drive home."
We got in the car and Mom started driving.
"Mom, why did you do it?"
"Well, it was pretty much as Aunt Amy said. I went
over for an early dinner to keep out of the way while
you kids were switching. We had a couple of glasses of
wine and all I could think about was the two of you
fucking like bunnies. Amy reminded me of the fun we
used to have when we switched and asked me if we would
like to try it again. Then she told me about how much
she liked to have sex in my body. And I told her that
when I was in her body how much I liked to suck my own
cunt juices.
"We had finished the bottle of wine and started on
another. By this time Amy had her hand in my blouse
and was rubbing my nipples. I had my hand under her
skirt. I don't know who seduced whom but soon after
dinner we were in bed making love to each other and we
switched. I'm not a lesbian, but you must know by this
time that I have a huge sexual appetite. Most of the
time I can keep it under control but once in a while I
just have to give into my urges or I will explode.
Especially after I've had too much to drink. That's
what happened with Aunt Amy last night."
"What happens then?" I asked.
"When I lose control of my urges, I just have to fuck
and suck and cum until the feeling goes away. That can
take from a couple of hours to a couple of weeks. It
doesn't happen very often, thank God. The first time
it happened was with Aunt Amy when we were teen agers.
We were experimenting and gave each other orgasms. We
switched accidentally and then spent the next two
months having sex with each other until we discovered
how to switch back. We must have cum a hundred times
before we got it right.
"It didn't happen again until I married your father.
My sex urge got triggered off on our honeymoon and we
spent an entire two weeks fucking each other's brains
out. Not that he minded. Your Dad used to say that I
had a head made for business and a body made for sex.
You kids were born nine months later. The last time I
lost control was yesterday with Aunt Amy."
"Are you a uh, nympho- nymphomaniac?" I asked.
"Far from it," said Mom. "Nymphomaniacs have to make
repeated conquests of different people. It's not just
to satisfy their desires but gives them a chance to
control people with sex. The sexual conquests boost
their self-image. With me it's different. I don't want
the conquests, I just need to feel the physical
release of intense sex. It's like a bad itch that
doesn't go away even if you scratch. When I'm doing it
to myself I can't stop. One climax is never enough. I
need them over and over again. When I was younger I
thought that if I made sex painful that would
discourage me. I tried pinching my clit with my
fingernails and biting my nipples hard enough to draw
blood. It didn't work. I even stuck needles into my
nipples when they got hard. But all that did was
convince me that I had a masochistic tendency. The
physical pain just made me cum harder."
"I looked up my condition on the internet and found
that it's a rare and poorly understood aberration
called Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome in which a
combination of factors triggers off a hormone
imbalance. It's like a dog going into heat. Having an
orgasm helps relieve the tension but it comes back
very soon. If I could, I would just masturbate and
give myself orgasms over and over without anyone
finding out.
"That's why I got the Sybian. But once in a while I
need the contact with other people. Sex is more than
just sticking something in your vagina. It's giving
pleasure as well as getting it. For a while after your
father died, when you and Sara were small children, I
tried having a lot of affairs. I must have slept with
an army of different men. But when I got a sex urge
nothing was as satisfactory as simply masturbating. I
could give myself as many climaxes as I needed without
all the buildup of dating, being nice, and saying
goodbye. I want desperately to fuck as well as being
fucked but I intend to keep my shame in the family.
Aunt Amy is definitely family, just like you and
Sara."
"And," she went on, "where did you learn about
nymphomaniacs?"
"Just around," I said. "What did you and Aunt Amy do
with each other?"
"We spent most of the evening doing just about what
you saw when you came in. I licked my body's clit for
hours while Amy had climax after climax. I kept myself
from having an orgasm but I must have swallowed a
gallon of juices out of my own cunt. Aunt Amy, in my
body, was having a field day. She played with my
boobies, sucking and biting the nipples while I made
her cum over and over. But don't blame it on Aunt Amy.
She couldn't stop herself. My body was having one of
its insatiable sex urges. Aunt Amy is not multi
orgasmic but in my body she can cum over and over.
"We spent the morning giving my body climaxes and Amy
loved it. It fun making someone else cum and even more
fun when you're doing it to your own body. I enjoy
watching myself cumming. It's like looking at a porn
movie starring me. I'm not sure that I'm off the sex
urge yet. It's hard to control myself when I get this
way."
"But we saw you this morning."
"No, that was Aunt Amy. We couldn't get back in our
own bodies until this afternoon. Aunt Amy came to our
house after midnight and drove you to school. Then she
went back to her own house for another session with
me. We were going to switch back before I had to pick
you up. But then you found us. I kind of wished you
had stayed upstairs to watch us switch. It might have
made the explanation easier. But I'm glad that you
looked in at us when you were pretending to watch TV.
You must realize by this time that as well as being
your mother and your aunt, Amy and I are just two
horny people who enjoy making love to each other. I'm
sorry if I disappointed you."
"Nothing of the sort Mom. I love you more than ever."
By the end of our conversation we were home. Mom
walked into the house, put her arms around Sara and me
kissed us.
"I love my family." she said. "Now how about dinner?"
But because of the events of the day, no one had even
thought about preparing something to eat. We
eventually ordered Chinese, splurging to order from
the "deluxe" menu. I told Sara about her adventures on
the ball field and warned her that the big league
scouts would come calling any time now. She, in turn
had rewritten several of my college application
essays, correcting the grammar and spelling and
cleaning up the confusing prose.
I told Sara that I hope that the professors don't
expect me to write that well if I get admitted to one
of the college that I applied to. Sara, in turn
responded that she hoped no one would expect her to be
as athletic as she was when I was in her body. We
agreed that collectively we were great but
individually we were a bit of a fraud.
When Sara and I were alone I asked her about the
masturbation signals I felt throughout the day.
"I'm sorry, Steve. I just couldn't resist the impulse.
Every time I went to the bathroom and had your cock in
my hands I had the overpowering desire to make myself
cum. It's so quick and easy with a prick and the
feeling is so intense. I could really get addicted to
male orgasms. But I can see how distracting it must be
when you are playing softball. I promise to restrain
myself tomorrow."
The rest of the evening passed quickly and we all
retired to our bedrooms early. I'm sure we all could
use a good night's rest. Sara and I were too tired to
even think of sleeping together.
I fell asleep right away but woke up shortly after
midnight. I kept thinking about what I had seen that
afternoon and what Mom told me in the car. Regardless
of the fact that I was now in Sara's body, I couldn't
shake the vision of my lovely Mom thrashing about in
sexual ecstasy. I was obsessed by the thought of
seeing it again.
I put on a robe and quietly made my way to Mom's room.
The door opened noiselessly and I slipped in. It was a
hot night and Mom had thrown the covers off. She was
lying on her back with just a thin nightdress on. The
moonlight through the window illuminated the sight.
Her cunt drew me forward like a magnet. I crawled up
on her bed between her legs and slowly moved the
fabric of the nightdress out of the way.
The smell was intoxicating. I trembled as I put out my
tongue and lowered it to her cunt. What if she would
wake up? But I licked, softly at first, then a bit
harder. My tongue stroked up her labia and ultimately
was drawn to her clitoris. I felt my Mom stir and I
was sure she was going to waken and chase me out of
her room. Instead she put her hand on my head and
softly said, "Suck me harder baby."
I was in heaven. Mom wrapped her long, beautiful legs
around me and pulled me into her. Her hands reached
down and separated her cunt lips so I could get to the
juicy parts inside. I covered her hands with my own
and entwined my fingers with hers. It was wild, both
of us holding hands, playing with Mom's cunt while she
rose closer and closer to orgasm. We were both
participating in making her cum. I loved the taste of
her juices too just as Mom told me when she was in
Aunt Amy's body.
Mom's back arched and her hips lifted off the bed
forcing my tongue deeper into her cunt. Her legs
started to shake. I could feel the quiver in her
thighs.
"Yes, yes, I'm cumming," Mom whispered. "Lick me, suck
me. Yes!" With that Mom gave a final shudder and
relaxed. All tension seemed to leave her body.
We lay there for a few minutes without saying
anything. Then Mom said, "Come up to me."
I slithered up to Mom until our heads were side by
side.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I couldn't get the vision of you and
Aunt Amy out of my mind. I almost went crazy thinking
about it and I had to see it again. When I saw you
lying asleep, I couldn't stop myself. You taste so
wonderful."
"I'm not angry dear. In fact just the opposite. I was
wondering what you thought when you saw me and Aunt
Amy together. I hoped you wouldn't think the less of
me."
Mom put her arms around me and drew me close. I could
feel her big breasts pressing through her nightgown
against my smaller ones.
"Would you like to suck my titties dear? Just like you
did when you were a baby. I would really like that."
She pulled her gown open and offered one of her big
breasts to my mouth. I latched on like a baby and
started sucking. True, I had licked and sucked on
Mom's tits before but only when I was in her body and
she was teaching me about how to give it pleasure.
This was different. I was in Sara's body now and tit
sucking for a woman is both sexy and emotional. I was
so glad that she had forgiven me. I sucked, and
tongued and even bit a little while Mom pulled me
close.
While I devoured her tits, her hand moved over my
body. I felt her hand encompass one of my modest sized
breasts and then stroke and twist the nipple. It was
unexpected but felt very nice. Her hand gravitated
lower, rubbing across my flat belly down to my mound.
When Sara and I first switched, I shaved the hair off
my pussy and Sara kept it that way. Mom seemed
surprised but that didn't stop her from moving her
hand still lower until she was touching my cunt lips.
As I sucked, she stroked. I started to squirm from the
erotic massage. When I got wet enough she slipped a
finger inside and started moving it around. Then two
fingers, then three. I hadn't intended to cum but I
was rising fast. I let Mom's nipple slip out of my
mouth.
"Do it to me, Mom. Do it." My free hands went to my
breasts and I started squeezing and rolling the, by
now, rock hard nipples. Mom pulled my head back to her
tit and said, "Don't be too gentle on my nipples. I
want you to make my tits hurt a bit. The pain makes me
cum. Suck me harder, darling. Bite me, chew me. Bite
me hard!" I bit down almost hard enough to draw blood
just as I came.
And surprisingly my Mom orgasmed too just from the
hard tit play.
We lay quietly for a few minutes, catching our breath.
I heard Mom start to giggle.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"I just think it is funny that my stud of a son who
likes to fuck his Mommy is also my daughter and has
tits and a pussy. And what is even funnier is that
both of them can make me cum."
"You have a big day tomorrow. Do you want to go back
to bed or are you game for another round?"
"Could we have a quiet round?" I asked. "My cunt feels
OK but I'm afraid that if we repeat what we did, I
might pinch my tits black and blue and bite your
nipple off."
Mom checked, holding up her tit and inspecting it in
the moonlight. "I think it is good for another couple
of rounds," she said, "but let's do it a different
way."
Mom reversed her position on the bed and lowered her
head until it was level with my pussy. "You do the
same," she said. I quickly followed her instructions
because I wanted to get another taste of her delicious
cunt.
"This is the way we started, isn't it. Are you game
for another orgasm?"
I felt her legs start to wrap around me. It would be
different this time. Last time she was passive
pretending to be asleep. The inside of her thighs were
wonderfully soft. I put my hands down toward her
ankles and ran them up over her legs to the back of
her knees.
"It feels very nice when you touch my legs," Mom said.
"We will have to do that later. But right now I have
other things on my mind. Suck my clit and I'll show
you what they are."
I didn't need an engraved invitation. Mom's pussy was
still wet from her last climax. I put my arms around
her ass and pulled her into me. I tasted the fragrant
juices immediately.
By this time Mom's tongue was in my cunt. "You taste
delicious my son or daughter. Sometimes I forget which
it is. But you have a first class pussy. I'm really
going to enjoy this."
Not as much as me, I thought. Not as much as me.
So we sucked and fondled and stroked each other for
what seemed hours. Mom gave me a climax, and then I
gave her one. Both of us seemed to respond the same
way. Our bodies got tense, out hips moved back and
forth, our backs arched, our legs shook, and then we
came. After about five minutes of gentle licking and
sucking the sequence started all over again.
We matched orgasm for orgasm until the sky started to
lighten. It had been four hours since I crept into her
bedroom. I knew that Mom was almost sexually
insatiable but I was pleasantly surprised that Sara's
body climaxed so many times, more than half a dozen if
I had counted correctly. Perhaps the ability to have
multiple orgasms runs in families too.
But with the sun coming up, I knew I had to get some
rest. The game was today and I couldn't let Sara or
the team down. Besides my tongue was so tired that I
could barely move it.
"Mom," I said, as I started to get up. "I've got to
get some sleep."
Mom looked at me longingly. "Don't go," she said, "I
need just a bit more."
She was on a sexual peak and couldn't climb down.
"I'll send Steve up," I said. "Maybe he can help." I
was also curious to see if Steve's body was as good a
lover with Sara in it as Sara's body was with me in
it. I tiptoed out of the room. The last glimpse I had
of Mom in the early morning light was of her squirming
on the bed, pushing her hand in and out of her cunt.
She had a look of sexual tension, almost agony, on her
beautiful face.
On the way back to my bedroom, I knocked on Sara's
door. "Wake up, big brother. Mom needs you."
Sara staggered out, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as
he headed off to Mom's room.
I slipped into bed and pulled the covers over my head
to shut out the morning light. I was drifting off to
sleep when I felt the sensation of a strong orgasm
coming through my ESP connection with my twin. Mom is
happy now I thought as I drifted off to sleep.
***
Both Mom and Steve were asleep when I awoke. I fixed
myself something to eat for breakfast. It was almost
10 a.m. and I had to be at the school by 11. Mom and
Sara probably needed to sleep. I know Mom had been
awake most of the night. So I called Stacy and asked
if she would pick me up on the way to school.
The game itself was an anti-climax. Sally, our pitcher
was hot as a pistol. She held our opponents scoreless
for three innings. I went three for four at the plate
and played an error free game at first base. By the
start of the last inning we were four runs ahead, a
lead which held through the end of the game. High
fives all around.
There was pandemonium in the shower room. We soaped
each other and splashed each other. Diane grabbed my
new big tits and asked what I did to get a set of
knockers so big at 17. Had I had breast implants? She
looked for the telltale scar, pulling my breasts up
and sideways, and of course, couldn't find one.
"Diane," I said, "When you're done playing with my
boobs, why not hand me a towel so we can dry off."
Diane looked sheepish. She had indeed been playing
with my boobs. I put my arm around her and hugged her
just to show that there were no hard feelings. The PE
teacher was so happy at our win that he treated the
team to pizza. It gave him bragging rights over our
crosstown rival, at least for the summer.
Stacy and I hung out for a while discussing intimate
details about prospective boyfriends. As a boy I never
appreciated how much girls sneaked looks at boy's
crotches when they walked by just the way boys ogled
girl's tits. I could have told her that some boys put
rolled up sweat socks in their jock straps just to
impress the girls. I'm sure she could have told me
about the Victoria's Secret bras that turn B cups into
D cups. You just can't judge by appearances any more.
When I got home I was greeted with two pair of open
arms. Both Mom and Sara wanted full play by play
details of the game. Mom was as sweet as she always
was but I noticed that Sara was a little tense. Well
we would talk about it later. Dinner went by quickly
and we played a rented Netflix movie comedy. I
couldn't even remember what the story was about five
minutes after it ended. But it did serve to disguise
what could have been an otherwise awkward moment. Mom
had to go into work the next day so she excused
herself early. She wanted to take a long bath and get
her "beauty sleep."
Sara grabbed me and pulled me to her bedroom.
"What's with Mom?" she asked. "When did she become so
obsessed with sex? I went into her bedroom this
morning and she dragged me into bed and started
sucking my cock before I even could take my pajamas
off. I was still pretty sleepy but as soon as my cock
was hard she straddled me and shoved it into her cunt.
Then she started bouncing up and down, driving me
deeper into her. After just a few minutes of fucking
she had a huge orgasm. Then she made me fuck her with
me on top and I had an orgasm. She licked up my cum
and shoved one of her tits in my mouth and told me to
suck her real hard. About 15 minutes later she was
ready to go again. We kept it up until just before you
left for the game. What's come over her?"
I didn't really have an answer to Sara's question. But
I tried. I told her about what happened at Aunt Amy's
house and Mom's explanation on the drive home. I
didn't give many details about my midnight visit to
Mom's room but Sara didn't need to know too many
specifics about that. Nor did I ask her about exactly
what happened when she went to visit Mom in the early
morning.
"The best I can say is that Mom is the lovely sweet
mother we have always known except that she has a dark
secret that she mostly keeps under control. It's just
like you eating ice cream. Most of the time you are
satisfied with just a cup but once in a while you get
the urge and kill off an entire carton. With Mom it's
sex. She is usually satisfied with small helpings of
sex but every so often she goes wild and has to have
sex continually until the urge works itself off."
"But that's ice cream," Sara said. "This is so
different."
"Well how about yesterday when you couldn't keep your
hands off my cock. You did it more in one day than I
normally do it in a couple of weeks."
"OK," said Sara, "I get your point. But what do we do
about Mom?"
"Nothing, I guess. She said that the urge for sex
comes over her rarely and she gets over it in a couple
of days. If it happens, we have to keep her satisfied
until the "urge" is over. She doesn't want to go out
and screw anyone. All she wants is to keep getting
orgasms until the desire passes away. I think that
between you and me and Aunt Amy we can give her enough
climaxes to keep her satisfied. Just think of it as
like nursing someone with a bad cold."
"I think we can handle it," said Sara. "To tell the
truth, I really enjoyed wild sex with Mom although I
certainly was confused. But since I had so many
orgasms, I don't think I can be the one to switch us
back tonight."
"Not to worry, Sis. I left Mom's room at about 4 a.m.
so we can switch back early in the morning. Set your
alarm for 4:30 and we will give it a try. I want to
fuck someone my own age anyway."
Sara gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to carry
my big brother off to bed now and I promise that I
won't make you cum until morning."
With that Sara picked me up and carried me in her arms
off to her bedroom. In the dark she stripped all of my
clothes off and kissed me all over. Her hands roamed
over my tits and cunt.
"I can feel that everything is still here and in good
condition," she said. "You took better care of my
equipment that I did of yours. I think your cock is a
bit sore from all the workout it has had during the
last two days."
We washed, brushed our teeth, and crawled into Sara's
queen sized bed. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
I didn't hear the alarm go off but Sara did. She
started stroking her cock to a morning erection while
she bent her head down and licked my cunt. "Ready for
a little morning action?" she asked.
I didn't have time to answer before I felt a stiff
cock invading my pussy. She slowly moved in and out
while she caressed my breasts. Soon I felt her hand
reach between our bodies. Her wet finger was on my
clit. As she slowly withdrew her cock she circled her
finger around the clit, alternating cock thrusts with
clit strokes. I wrapped my legs around her to try to
get her to drive further into my cunt but she would
have none of that.
"I'm in the man's body so I get to control the fuck,"
she said. Bowing to her wisdom I let her have her way.
She was raising me to a height of orgasmic pleasure
slowly and inexorably. I felt Sara's body start to
quiver just the way it had done with Mom. Higher and
higher. I had to concentrate on making the switch as I
orgasmed. I was my responsibility now. By this time I
was no longer in control of my physical being. My back
was arching, my hips moving in time with Sara's
strokes, and my legs were going into spasms.
Concentrate, concentrate. Just as I had an orgasm, I
managed to push the wedge and our psyches floated free
and back into our correct bodies. Sara squealed as I
pounded into her. "More, more," she cried. "I want to
cum again."
I did the best I could and we ended up giving each
other second climaxes. Experience with Mom seemed to
be rubbing off on us. Then we fell back asleep until
it was time to get up for breakfast.
***
Thankfully nothing startling happened in the days that
followed. Mom seemed to be over her "obsession." Sara
and I kept our relationship fairly cool, although we
did sneak into each other's room from time to time. No
switching though. We saw how complicated it could get.
Life at home seemed to be quite normal. At least as
normal as could be given our recent experiences. Mom
was her usual cheery self. Sara and I went off to
school every morning, attended classes and hung out
with our friends. One night, after dinner Mom
suggested that we have a good long talk about what to
do if she got one of her "urges" again. She said that
she didn't expect it to happen but it would well to be
prepared. Mom sat in the armchair and Sara and I sat
on the couch facing her.
Mom did most of the talking. She insisted that we be
entirely honest with each other and that no subjects
would be off limits. I let Sara carry our part of the
conversation since I figured that a woman to woman
discussion would be best. Besides, I really enjoyed
fucking Mom and in the back of my mind I sort of hoped
that she wouldn't cut me off "cold turkey."
"Now that you have seen me at my worst I think that I
should talk about my sexual obsessions with you. You
have had sex now and you are old enough to understand.
Having an "urge" doesn't mean that I'm a bad person,"
Mom said. "It's an out of control addiction like
drinking or smoking. The problem is that when I get an
uncontrollable desire for sexual release, I don't have
to go to a store to get a bottle or a carton. My
breasts, vagina, and clitoris are always with me. All
I need to do is find a secluded place, touch my body
in the right way and I can have a climax. It sounds
easy and it is. Unfortunately when I satisfy myself, I
can't stop. It's like the alcoholic who can't quit
drinking after the first glass. I'm so glad that you
helped me get through it the last time."
"Mom," Sara asked, "why didn't you ever marry again
after Dad died? Or at least get a steady boyfriend.
Wouldn't regular sex relieve the pressure? I mean
Steve and I - - " Sara never got a chance to finish
her question.
"What about Steve and you? You know that I don't
approve of incest. But as long as we're being frank,
you might as well tell me all about it."
Sara blushed. "To be honest, Mom, I've always lusted
after Steve and I sort of knew that he wanted to screw
me. Sometime the tensions got so high that we could
hardly be in the same room together. I mean it was
pretty obvious that he liked me. He would get an
erection every time he saw me in shorts and a skimpy T
shirt. Once I deliberately left my door wide open when
I was changing so that he could see me totally nude.
He walked through the hall, saw me, and rushed off. I
think he went to the bathroom to masturbate."
"Yes I did," I said. "But I didn't know you did it on
purpose. I thought it was accidental."
"Anyway," Sara went on, "when I was nearly raped at
the party, I realized that the first man I wanted to
give myself to was Steve. I was determined to make him
fuck me that very night. To get myself ready I played
with my pussy until I was dripping wet. I knew that he
slept in the nude so I took off my nightgown, came in,
and pressed my body against his. I pushed him down on
the bed and threw myself on top of him. His penis got
hard in an instant. The moment it did I grabbed it and
shoved it inside of me.
"He got the message right away. We had a wonderful
first fuck - but then we accidentally switched. You
know the rest of that story. But what I was getting at
is from that time on we made love regularly. It
certainly relieved the sexual tension between us. What
I was suggesting is that maybe you could find a
regular lover. It might help you get rid of the
pressures that make you have an "urge." Anyway, it's
worth a try."
"It's a good idea Sara but I did try it and it didn't
work quite the way you suggested. A few years after
your Dad died our business was struggling. I didn't
know what to do. And to make matters worse, I felt one
of my "urges" coming on. One afternoon a client
visited our office to discuss a business plan. I
decided to take him to lunch to work out the details.
But we never made it to lunch. The moment we walked
out of the office door I felt an overwhelming need for
an orgasm. It wasn't that he was a handsome guy. He
was just an ordinary middle aged business man. But he
had a cock. I insisted that we stop at our house to
get some important papers.
"You kids were both at school. I invited him inside
for a quick drink but we never made it past the
bedroom. I fucked him silly that afternoon. He said
that he had never come so many times. But he turned
out to be a real gentleman. The next day we got his
account."
"Sometimes the best advertising is word of mouth. He
must have told some of his friends about that hot
piece of ass at the computer billing center and I
started having requests for business conferences. The
next week three prospective clients made appointments
and I let them all fuck me. The following week, four
more. Most thought that it was their charm that got
them into my pants. The fact is that that in my "urge"
I would have fucked the bed post if I could fit it
into my cunt.
"My orgy went on for another couple of weeks. I lost
track of how many men I let screw me. Most thought
they were taking advantage of me. Successful
businessmen tend to be oversexed and few could resist
the temptation of a reasonably attractive woman with a
killer body and an insatiable sexual appetite. I was
in my late 20s at the time and in peak physical shape.
Often our sex was so intense that I was afraid that
some of my older lovers might suffer a heart attack.
Most left thankful but gasping for breath."
"Despite the repeated fucking it didn't help relieve
the "urge" at all. I had them do everything to me,
suck my tits, eat my cunt, even fuck me in the ass. I
climaxed a number of times during each "date" but
every night I was forced to masturbate to another
couple of orgasms before I could get to sleep. I don't
know how I managed to hide it from you kids."
"I even let a couple of clients fuck me after the
"urge" had passed. I enjoyed the sex and I'm sure that
they did too. But since I was not being driven by the
demands of my cunt I felt guilty about the whole
thing. I didn't need to do it. By that time we had
plenty of work. I'm a very moral person and I found it
hard to live with myself. I felt that I was behaving
just like a street whore. So I simply stopped. As long
as I wasn't under the influence of an "urge" I felt
little more desire for sex than any other woman.
Perhaps a little more desire than most women - but it
was something I could deal with."
"The benefit was that we got a number of new accounts,
some of them pretty big ones. But while fucking may
have gotten us the accounts, we did a really good job
for them. I'm sure as businessmen, most of the account
executives liked the profits more than they liked my
ass. So you see, our present financial security grew
out of my cunt. What I learned from the whole episode
was that just having a man make love to me was not the
answer. The problem was me. I just couldn't control my
sexual needs and no man could fill the vacancy in my
soul."
"So what do you want us to do?" Sara asked. "How can
we help you."
"Most of all," said Mom. "I need your understanding.
When I have an "urge" I'll try to control it as much
as I can. I'll attempt to take care of my needs by
myself but I may want your help from time to time,
just like the other night. You can always turn me down
but I hope you won't. Just don't tell anyone about my
problem. I don't expect to get an "urge' for quite a
while so don't worry too much about it."
It may be sick of me but I welcomed the thought of
helping Mom with one of her "urges." Probably Sara did
too.
***
The big news that summer was that Aunt Amy and her
husband Stanley were getting a divorce after 15 years
of marriage. Stanley was a lawyer in a very
conservative downtown law firm. For the last couple of
years he had been taking long business trips
accompanied by his assistant and was away from home
for a week at a time. The last trip was to attend a
lawyer's convention in Las Vegas. At the convention he
had been spotted by one of the firm's clients. Stanley
had registered under a false name at one of the big
hotels and was shacking up with his assistant, a
beautiful young paralegal. Apparently they had been
doing this for the last two years. The client was
upset. Not because Stanley was screwing around but
because the client saw him lose big at the blackjack
table. Any lawyer who was imprudent enough to bet with
what could be the firm's and the client's money didn't
deserve his business.
As soon as the client got back home he reported the
incident to Stanley's firm and said that unless Stan
was let go, he would move his large account elsewhere.
Stan's partners made a generous settlement on the
condition that Stan would resign and take a job in
another city. Amy, of course found out the full
details and instituted divorce proceedings. What
happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas.
Aunt Amy felt no financial pain. Her divorce lawyer
saw to that. She received the house, the cars, most of
their investments, and half of their large bank
account. Still she was despondent. She was within a
stone's throw of 40 without a man in her life or any
prospects of getting one.
Sara, on the other hand was happy as a clam. Stacy's
father, an auto salesman, had won the yearly contest
for the most cars sold. His prize was a two week all-
expense paid trip for four to Disney World. Since
Stacy was an only child, they had an extra ticket.
Stacy's mom asked if Sara could go along with them to
keep Stacy company, while the grownups went on the
town. They left yesterday morning and wouldn't be back
for a couple of weeks. Mom and I were alone.
Except for missing Sara, it didn't bother me too much.
I had plans with the guys. Mostly just hanging out. I
would be having my eighteenth birthday soon and I
looked forward to buying legal beer.
A couple of days after Sara left Mom sat me down and
said that we had to have a serious talk. She had been
to visit Aunt Amy that afternoon and said that Amy was
extremely depressed.
"Your Aunt has nothing to fall back on," Mom said."
She has never held a real job except as a fashion
model and she is too old for that now. She is afraid
that she is losing her attractiveness to men and that
no one will want her in a few years."
"What can we do, Mom?" I asked.
"I've known Amy all her life," Mom said. "What she
needs is a real fuck from a virile man. That would
convince her that she still has the right stuff. Just
sucking won't do it. She need a real cock."
"I hope you don't want me to go over and sleep with
Aunt Amy," I said. "I like her but not in that way.
She will always be my aunt. And I wouldn't know how to
go about it without making her laugh at me."
Mom chuckled. "Well, you didn't have any problem
fucking your Mommy. I recall that we both enjoyed it a
lot."
The memory made my penis jump.
Mom went on to say, "No, I don't want you to sleep
with Aunt Amy. What I want you to do is switch with me
for a day. I'll go over and take care of Aunt Amy in
your body while you can be me for a few hours. I'll
tell her that you have always had the hots for her but
that I wouldn't let you go over to her house. I'll
tell her that I made you switch with me so that you
wouldn't feel guilty and have regrets later. That way
she can fuck you all she wants knowing that it is
really me inside. I think she will jump at the chance.
Think it over."
"OK, Mom. We can switch if you want. But don't you
think it is taking a risk. It's only a couple of
months after your last "urges." What if it should
happen again?"
"No, I don't think it is too risky. I have my "urges"
under control. It only happens once every few years
anyway. Besides it's not a mental thing. It seems to
be caused by a hormone imbalance in my body. I'll be
in your body so I should be safe. And you, you will be
relaxing at home far from any unusual stimulation. So
I don't think we have to worry."
"So when did you have the switch in mind?"
"I thought we could do it tonight after a nice relaxed
dinner," Mom said. "Then I can go over in the morning
and spend the day with her. We can switch back
tomorrow night."
Just to be nice to me Mom made a dinner of some of my
favorite foods - you know, all that stuff without
significant nutritional value. We ate casually, making
small talk, wondering how Sara was getting along with
Mickey Mouse, and similar important topics. Mom said
that since my birthday was just a few days away she
could serve me a glass of wine with a clear
conscience. We both drank a couple of more glasses
before getting ready for bed. I felt a little woozy
but Mom seemed OK.
About ten o clock I followed Mom up to her bedroom. We
undressed in the dim light, my eyes enjoying the
banquet of beauty that was Mom's body.
"How shall we do it?" Mom asked. "Do you just want me
to give you a hand job or do you want to fuck your
Mommy for real?"
I put my arms around her and held her close. I felt
her breasts against my chest. My hard prick pressed
into her belly.
"I guess," Mom said, "that you want to fuck Mommy for
real. I hoped you would. But before we get started we
have to set some rules. When you are in my body after
we switch you can do whatever you want with it except
hurt me or give me an orgasm. I'll probably cum a
couple of times with Aunt Amy if everything goes as
planned. So you will have to be the one to switch us
back tomorrow night."
"OK, Mom. But what do you mean by not hurting you?"
"Sweetie, I know how you like to suck my tits and play
with my cunt. I just don't want you to get carried
away and bite my nipple off or stick anything bigger
or sharper than a cucumber in my vagina. And don't put
anything bigger than your finger in my ass. I like the
way it feels when I get ass fucked but I get
hemorrhoids if something too big goes in. Remember, I
won't be there to stop you."
"Oh Mom, you know I would never hurt you."
"I believe that dear. I was just kidding. But I've
known since I was a young girl that my body is built
for sex, so much so that it almost frightens me. I've
got dozens of erotic zones and body parts that you can
spend years exploring. I assure you that some of them
will make you feel better than sucking my tits."
By this time Mom was lying in bed. I approached the
foot of the bed. Mom's lovely legs stretched before
me, leading up to her magnificent body. I started by
kissing her feet and then worked my way up her full
calves to her strong thighs. She had a whole chapter
of erotic delights in her legs alone. I kissed my way
through the valley of her cunt, lingering for a while
on her pussy lips. Mom put her hands on my shoulders
and said "Come up to me." I moved up between her
breasts to discover that Mom had been pinching a
nipple to get it ready for my mouth.
Mom had her legs and arms wrapped around me, my head
was between her bountiful breasts. her nipple was in
my mouth and I was almost buried in all that lovely
flesh.
"I loved having you caress my legs," Mom said. "I
almost came when you reached my pussy. It feels so
much different than sucking on my tits or playing with
my cunt. It is kind of a remote feeling but very sexy.
It even feels good when you do it to yourself. After
we switch, you can find out what it feels like. It's
one of those hidden treasures I told you about."
By this time she had her hand against my hard cock and
was rubbing the end against her pussy lips. I felt
them start to get wet. She stroked slowly and I got
harder and harder. Then she moved the end of my prick
to her clitoris, rubbing all the time.
"Mommy likes that a lot. Would you like to fuck your
Mommy now baby? She really wants it."
"Oh yes, Mommy, I want to fuck you now."
Mom slipped the end of my cock into her cunt She
rolled on top of me and squatted with one leg on
either side of my body. She raised and lowered her
hips, driving me further into her with each push. I
could feel the end of her womb with the tip of my
prick on each drive.
Mom... Mom... Mom..." I heard myself moaning
involuntarily as our hips clashed together over and
over. Suddenly we were going at each other like two
clawing, biting animals unable to get enough of the
other.
"You are filling me so full," she cried. "I love it."
Her big tits dangled free swaying over my head as she
worked up and down. The sight was almost obscene.
There must have been ten pounds of tit flesh swinging
over my face.
"Grab one of my boobies and suck it," Mom pleaded.
"Suck it hard."
I caught a swinging breast and pulled the end into my
mouth.
"Suck it harder, harder. Bite my nipple. Chew my tit."
"Fuck Mommy, Fuck Mommy," I heard Mom grunt every time
I slammed my hard cock into her.
At last, after twenty minutes of fierce, ball busting
fucking, I felt my scrotum begin to tighten. I could
feel myself nearing the point of eruption as Mom
writhed and groveled urging me to fuck her harder and
harder.
"Oh, Fuck, Baby, I feel it. CUMMMMINNNG!" she finally
screamed as her body tensed and her muscles became as
hard as boards. "Switch us NOW," cried Mom. I felt her
cunt lock down around my cock, squeezing it so hard I
couldn't stop it from exploding. I came almost
simultaneously with Mom.
Mom gave a strong shudder and I pushed the wedge
driving me out of my body into hers. I was still
driving up and down on Steve's prick feeling the last
of Mom's orgasm. Even in its diminished state it was
still wonderful. But my tits hurt.
"Thank you baby, thank you. That was a powerful fuck,"
Mom said after she caught her breath. "If I can do it
that way with Aunt Amy she should have no complaints."
"I loved it too, Mom. But what did you do to my tits?
They feel like they are on fire."
"I guess I got carried away," said Mom. "I sometimes
do that when I fuck, especially when my son fucks his
Mommy. Let me take a look at them."
Mom turned on the light on her bed stand and raised
one of my tits up for inspection. She looked over the
nipple carefully. I could see tooth marks all around
the areola but thankfully the skin had not been
broken.
"Don't worry," she said. "Tits are tough. Babies chew
on them all the time. All your nipples need is a
little loving care and they should be good as new by
morning." With that she lifted the bruised nipple up
to her mouth and laved them with her tongue.
"Now doesn't that feel better?" Mom asked. "A kiss
always makes everything better. Perhaps I should do it
again?" This time she raised the abused tit up to her
mouth and sucked gently.
"It's funny," Mom went on, "how sucking a tit feels
good on both ends. It feels good when you do it and it
feels good when you receive it. You should know both
sides by now, baby."
"I do, Mom. And I can see now what you mean about not
hurting your body. I won't hurt it, I promise."
"I think it's time to get some sleep now," Mom said.
"I want to get an early start in the morning. Let's
see, it's about eleven now. If you don't have an
orgasm, like you promised, we should be able to switch
back at this time tomorrow. Do you want to sleep in
your own bedroom or with me?"
"With you, Mom. Always."
We washed the residue of our sex away and snuggled
next to each other in bed. I felt Mom's hands on my
body. They avoided my bruised breasts but moved down
to my hips and settled on my mound.
"Maybe we can postpone our switch back to midnight."
said Mom. "I have a bit more cleaning up to do."
Mom moved down my body and spread my legs apart with
her hands. She felt up and down my thighs and massaged
my calves. She was right. It felt good and very sexy.
Then she put both hands around my thigh at knee level
and slowly worked them up in the direction of my cunt.
"Mom, what are you doing? What is going to happen to
me?"
"Don't worry, baby. See how nice playing with my legs
feels. I just want another taste of my juices. They
are mixed with your cum. It will be like sucking us
both off at the same time. Lie back and enjoy it. I'll
let you go to sleep in a while."
Mom put her lips against my pussy and spread my cunt
lips apart with her fingers. She started licking,
slowly at first, then a little deeper. I wrapped my
legs around her head. Mom put her hands around my ass
and pulled herself further into my cunt, licking all
the time. Mom's hands moved down my legs as far as she
could reach. Her leg massage started again and it felt
just as good as before except this time her mouth was
sucking my cunt. That made it wonderful. I'll have to
remember to try this with Sara after I switch back to
my own body.
She licked, sucked, and massaged, always avoiding my
clitoris. I lay writhing on the bed, twisting and
turning, squeezing her head between my thighs. She
kept me in a state of ecstasy but wouldn't let me cum.
Mom really knew how to press all the hot buttons in
her body. Finally she wrapped her tongue around my
clit and stroked and sucked. I came like my cunt
exploded.
When we woke up in the morning, we ate a simple
breakfast. Mom kissed me goodbye and got in the car to
drive to Aunt Amy's house. "I should be back after
dinnertime," she said. "Don't do anything to my body
that I wouldn't do." She blew me a kiss and drove off.
This was the first time I was alone in the house since
my first switch with Mom. I really didn't know what to
do. Being in my Mom's body was a novelty that time and
I had fun exploring it. I was familiar with it now. We
had fucked and sucked and climaxed with each other
both as boy, girl, and grown woman I had gained an
appreciation of the depths of sexual feeling it
contained. I knew that I would have fun playing with
it today until my Mom came back but I was unsure where
to start. Well, I might as well start by seeing if my
tits had healed.
I opened my robe and pulled a big breast out. I looked
at the nipple closely. The tooth marks had disappeared
and there was only a tiny finger bruise. Mom was
right. Tits were tough. As long as I had it out, I
might as well try it out. I bent the breast up to my
face, tilted my head down. and started licking the
nipple. It felt as good as I remembered, maybe even
better. I pushed the tit up further so that I could
suck directly on the nipple. It was fantastic. My tits
seemed to be even bigger and more sensitive than the
last time I was in Mom's body.
I knew I had to stop this. I was beginning to feel
that I needed a climax. I bit down hard chewing the
nipple between my teeth. It hurt but Mom was right.
Even the pain felt good. I was getting myself excited
without meaning to. I remembered that I promised Mom
that I wouldn't have an orgasm so that we could switch
back that evening. Reluctantly I let my tit drop and
decided to take a cold shower. I would use Mom's
bathroom again.
The cold water tingled against my skin. I showered for
as long as I could take the cold, then stepped out and
grabbed a towel from the rack. Despite my shivering, I
couldn't resist looking at Mom's body in the full
length mirror. My God, what a lovely woman. Mom's
nipples were pinched from the cold and stuck out more
than half an inch from the ends of her breasts. I
watched a drop of water fall from my hair to the upper
slope of my breast, flow slowly downward, and cling
for a moment to my turgid nipple before falling to the
bath mat.
On a whim I squeezed Mom's breast between my hands to
make the nipple stand out even further. Then I rubbed
the still wet nipple against the tiles of the bathroom
wall. The slightly rough surface of the tiles sent
little electric pulses through my entire body. If I
kept this up I would certainly cum, violating my
promise to Mom.
Reluctantly I stopped and turned toward the mirror to
continue drying myself. Mom's skin was unblemished,
pink and healthy. A few months ago Mom accused me of
wanting to fuck her after seeing her image in the
mirror. She was certainly right. I loved Mom as a
mother but I loved her body even more as a sexual
playground. She was a great piece of ass. Perhaps the
greatest that I would ever experience.
After I dried myself I went back to Mom's bedroom and
sat on the edge of her bed. The sun streamed in
through the curtained windows and brightly illuminated
the room. Mom had a full length dressing mirror on the
wall in which I could see my reflection.
I stretched my long legs in front of me. They were
gorgeous. I remembered how nice it felt when Mom
caressed my legs last night. I reached down and ran my
hands over one from the ankle up to my thigh. As I
leaned over to reach my calf my nipples rubbed against
the top of the thigh, adding to the erotic sensation.
I grasped the thigh with one hand, pulling it up
towards my chest. With the other hand I rubbed the
nipple of the dangling breast over the thigh's smooth
skin to increase the erotic friction. Then I did the
same with the other. If someone did this to me over
and over, I'm sure I would cum.
I spread my legs apart and got a glimpse of my pussy.
My thighs were particularly inviting. They led like
walls of a sexual canyon directly to my vulva.
Thinking as Steve, I would love to bury my head
between those thighs and suck the juices from Mom's
cunt. What would it look like, I wondered, if I
masturbated in front of the mirror? I've never watched
myself giving my body a climax. Should I do it to
myself now? I have an incredibly strong yearning for
release.
Sitting naked on my bed, I turned to glance at my
reflection in the full length mirror on the wall. I
admired my dark hair, deep blue eyes, and creamy skin.
My gaze wandered over my large breasts and their
sensitive nipples: soft globes of flesh that seemed to
invite caresses and fondling. I slipped my hand down
across the front of my chest, lightly passing over one
nipple, feeling it harden beneath my palm's passage. I
blushed with arousal as I felt an electric tingle in
my clit. It demands attention. I resist, at least for
now...
I let my other hand drop down past my tummy to caress
the top of my bare thigh, wondering if I should
violate my promise to Mom and pleasure myself, or
perhaps only tease. My fingers roamed over my chest,
pausing to roll a nipple. I licked my lips in
anticipation.
I took Mom's hand mirror and held it so I could see my
pussy close up. With the fingers of the other hand I
spread the lips apart so that I could get a better
view of the pink inside. The lips were already partly
swollen, perhaps from my excitement, and I could see
the tiny knob of my clit poking out of its nest. It
wouldn't hurt to feel it, would it? I put a finger
inside and felt the wet, slick tunnel of my vagina
close around it. Two fingers would feel even better, I
thought. I was doing something that I told Mom I
wouldn't do. But I felt that I could stop before I had
an orgasm.
I watched myself move my fingers in and out in the
mirror. I was masturbating, finger fucking myself, and
it felt so good. Mom's autopilot kicked in and her
body took almost total control. My fingers moved by
themselves while I simply watched. The pussy lips
swelled even more and my clitoris reared its head like
a little prick. I dropped Mom's hand mirror and
started stroking the clit with the forefinger of my
other hand. Mom's body was directing my motions. I was
powerless to stop it. I decided I really needed an
orgasm this morning.
But how? My mind tingled with possibility. Glancing
over my shoulder, I considered the soft coverings of
the bed, imagining myself reclining, legs apart, and
beginning my climb to ecstasy. I brushed one
fingertip lightly against my clitoris, and my desire
swelled. My gaze settled on the full-length mirror. I
want to experience something new, something exciting.
My breath increased and my heart raced as I made my
decision. I closed my eyes once more, and allowed my
fingertips to rub rhythmically against my clit in
mesmerizing circles. This sent surges of pleasure
through me. I quivered with lust, my arousal making me
weak, and lay back on the bed. I moved so that my left
hand palmed a breast, while my right continued to work
erotic magic on clitoris.
As if transfixed, my eyes opened and stared at my
flushed face in the mirror. Not daring to touch myself
directly anymore, I moved my fingers off my clit and
into my wet vagina. My pussy quivered, sending throbs
of arousal through me. The sensation is almost like
sex, yet with an edge of teasing, not satisfaction. I
began to wonder if I could stop myself now. Am I past
the point of no return?
Squirming beneath my sensual ministrations, I forced
myself to a sitting position and peered into the
mirror. I wanted to witness my own orgasm.
My legs opened as my fingers pumped in and out a
little faster. My rear rubbed against the soft sheets
and my eyes fought to stay open.
Abruptly, I stopped. My desire crested just below the
threshold of orgasm, and I moaned in delicious
frustration.
I needed to see everything up close. Though my knees
were weak, I managed to rise from the bed. I slowly
approached the mirror, staring intently at my hard,
erect nipples and damp, glistening thighs. Sliding up
to within a few inches of the glass, I parted the soft
curls concealing my mound and rubbed the swollen nub
of flesh buried just inside the tingling folds of my
pussy. I gasped and felt my entire body quiver in
response. My free hand found a nipple and squeezed,
increasing the sensation to almost irresistible
levels.
On shaky legs I repeated the movements again and
again, my swollen lips and buzzing clit letting me
know that they could take little more. My orgasm began
to build deep inside my body. I shivered almost
continually now, my eyes fighting to remain open. The
urge to collapse onto the bed is strong, I strained to
keep my balance and remain standing.
Sweat glistened across my upper arms, as the heat of
my blood caused my body to flush with more and more
warmth. Faster and faster I moved, fingertips running
in circles across my pulsing clit. The soft inner
wetness of my pussy increased and I moaned again, eyes
fluttering. I watched myself draw ever closer to total
release, marveling at the incredible sensations
sweeping through my entire body. I tapped the aroused
node of flesh protruding from my soaking pussy, toying
with it, stroking it, ever harder, until at long last
my orgasm swelled beyond all restraint.
I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror
and was astounded at the erotic sight. It wasn't me.
It was a strange but beautiful woman with swaying
breasts, trembling gorgeous legs, and both hands in
her clit giving herself a massive orgasm. I hardly
recognized the face in the mirror. It had the agonized
look of sexual tension that I had seen when I left
Mom's bedroom during her last "urge." I saw all this
in the instant before the shattering climax.
I went up on tiptoe as the incredible climax raged
through my nearly helpless body. I felt the inner
walls of my pussy contract and release. My clit
throbbed and pulsed and all the strength drained from
me as my orgasm erupted. I reach one arm out and
braced myself against the wall. I moaned and gasped,
unable to keep silent as the wave of ecstasy flowed
outward from my pussy to every part of me.
After what seems an eternity, I sighed as the orgasm
receded into beautiful afterglow. I paused another
moment, taking one last look at my beautiful,
fulfilled body in the mirror, then turned. On wobbly
legs I reached the bed and sat.
I felt terribly guilty. What have I done? Now we can't
switch back until the middle of tomorrow. I'll have to
figure out how to explain this to Mom. But right now
I'm tired. I'll lie down on her bed for a few minutes,
perhaps watch a little TV on her bedroom set.
I propped up a pillow and turned the small TV on with
the remote control. The mid-morning soaps were all
that were on unless I wanted to watch Sesame Street or
the Home Shopping Network. The soaps all basically had
the same plot. There were a few scenes of set up
dialog and then a dark haired man and a blond bimbo
would start taking each other's clothes off while
protesting that they shouldn't be cheating on their
respective spouses. I watched, channel hopping for
about half an hour. The soaps were boring but the
sight of so much naked flesh had a strange effect on
me. I started caressing my breasts and fingering my
nipples. The nipples were just as stiff as they had
been when I left the cold shower. They hadn't gone
down at all. I grabbed each nipple between my thumb
and forefinger and pulled them straight out. I pulled
so hard that I was afraid that I would rip the nipples
right off. Still I couldn't stop. Even the pain felt
good.
Mom's body still seemed to be directing my actions. I
was almost in a daze, just going along with her body's
flow. Through no volition on my part. I put my hands
around the middle of one breast and squeezed as hard
as I could. The end of the tit, the areola, and the
nipple bulged out like a water balloon. I was afraid
that the end of my tit would burst but it felt so
good. Mom must have meant this as well as biting when
she told me not to injure her tits. I bent my head
down and took the engorged tip in my mouth. I started
sucking without thinking. I could feel my cheeks
hollow and swell as I tried to suck milk out of my
barren breast.
Holding my breast in my mouth with one hand, the other
sneaked down to my pussy. My clit was still swollen
and sensitive from my last orgasm. I jammed all of my
fingers into Mom's cunt and moved them back and forth.
It didn't take long to bring me to another orgasm. My
fingers were wet from Mom's gushing pussy juices. I
licked them clean. Mom's pussy tastes wonderful.
What was happening to me? I had two orgasms in a row
and I hadn't intentionally tried to give myself either
of them. I could feel that my pussy was craving
another.
I ran to Sara's bedroom and found her vibrator in the
back of the drawer behind her panties. I couldn't wait
to go back to Mom's room. I threw myself down on
Sara's bed, turned the vibrator on, and shoved it deep
into my cunt. I was so wet that it penetrated without
any resistance. I tossed and squirmed on the bed,
thrilling to the deep vibrations. I pulled on my
nipples and ran my fingers over my pussy lips and
clit. After the first vibrator induced climax, I
pinched my clit so hard that I winced with pain. a
pain that was soon forgotten as the next climax
started to build.
After that orgasm faded I began to realize what was
happening. I had had four orgasms since awakening and
it wasn't even noon. I must have been having a flash
back of Mom's sex "urges." I have to call her at Aunt
Amy's house and find out what to do. But before I
could even think about getting off of Sara's bed I had
to have another orgasm - right away. Now I really
understood the pleading look of sexual agony when I
left her room in what seemed ages ago. This time I
jammed the fingers of one hand, all of them, into my
cunt and used Sara's vibrator on the clitoris. Higher
and higher. Between the feeling of my moving fingers
in my cunt and the vibrations of the vibrator, my back
arched, my hips rose to meet my hands, my legs turned
rigid, my body shook and I came, and I came a second
time almost instantaneously after the first.
My passion seem sated for a while. I was all sweaty
and drenched with the juices still flowing from my
vagina. I sucked my fragrant digits as I staggered to
the phone. I dialed Aunt Amy's number with shaking
fingers. The phone picked up after half a dozen rings.
Aunt Amy answered.
"Can I talk to my Mom" I asked.
"Hello sweetie, this is your Mom."
"Aunt Amy? I thought that my Mom was in Steve's body."
"No dear. I came over in your body this morning like I
told you I would and I fucked Aunt Amy silly. Then we
switched. I'm Amy now and she is Steve and now she's
busy fucking me." Then as an aside she said, "Steve,
stop fucking until I finish this phone call dear. It
will only take a few minutes."
"Well sweetie, did you find playing with my body as
much fun as you thought you would? Is fucking your
Mommy from the inside as nice as fucking me from the
outside? Do you like the way you can make my body feel
when you climax?"
"Yes Mom. I love your body." The question took me
aback.
"Well then", said Mom, "I give it to you. My body is
yours now. You can do whatever you want with it. No
strings attached. You can fuck yourself over and over
and play with your tits as much as you want. You
should have no end of fun with it. My body is yours
forever."
"But Mom, I can't stop cumming. I've had six orgasms
this morning and I want more."
"I guess I forgot to tell you," said Mom. "My sex
urges often have repeated flashback episodes a few
weeks apart. You should be all right in a week or so.
Until then enjoy my body to the fullest. Just remember
not to damage yourself when you get really excited. If
you really have problems, I left a notebook in my
upper bureau drawer that should give you some hints on
how to deal with the PSAS symptoms. But I have to make
this call quick. Aunt Amy and I have a plane to catch
in the next hour. That is if she finishes loving me in
time."
"But Mom, Why? Why aren't you coming back home?"
"Sweetie, Aunt Amy and I have been lovers since before
you were born. We promised each other that we would go
off together and take a world cruise. We want to visit
London and Paris and Rome. Your body is going to help
us have the best of both worlds, a mature person to
talk to during the day and a young stud to fuck us at
night. It's every woman's dream. This may be our last
chance. It's not that I don't love you and Sara but
you kids are old enough to take care of yourself. Oh,
I almost forgot, you are not a child any more but a
mature woman. You can take care of Sara and see that
she doesn't get into any trouble. Don't worry about
money. I finalized the deal to sell the business and
you should have a hefty bank balance. Aunt Amy has a
big divorce settlement and she and I can live on
that."
"Oh, and there's another thing. You are pregnant. It
must have been from two months ago when I was having
my "urge." I guess it was from Sara fucking me in your
body. So you will be the baby's father, mother and
grandmother all in one. I've left instructions and the
OB's number in the top drawer of my dresser with the
notebook. Don't try to pass it off on Sara. You can't
swap bodies when you are pregnant. That's why I had
you switch us last night. You won't be able to switch
again until after you have the baby. I won't be coming
back for my clothes. Keep whatever you want and give
the rest to Goodwill. Aunt Amy and I are going on a
shopping trip when we get where we are going. You
might want to buy some new things for yourself too.
Most of my old clothes won't fit you in a few months.
Particularly around the breasts. My boobs must have
grown three sizes when I was pregnant with you and
Sara. There is one silver lining though. Sucking your
tits is a lot more fun when milk comes out. My milk
that is your milk now, tastes particularly good.
Enjoy!"
"Mom!", I almost shrieked, "what will I do? I can't
make myself stop cumming."
"Well," said Mom. "There's always the Sybian."
- - - - - - -
The two weeks that passed before Sara got home were
spent in a haze of orgasmic delirium. Mom's
"condition" seemed to fluctuate. Sometimes I could go
hours between needing a climax, other times I
literally had to pleasure myself constantly before I
could even think of anything else. The Sybian was a
godsend. Once I rode it for a stretch of several
hours, exploding over and over with orgasms until my
pussy was so swollen that I couldn't take any more. I
had chewed my nipples and my breasts were black and
blue from squeeze marks. But even after I collapsed on
the bathroom floor my body wanted another climax. I
called Aunt Amy's house repeatedly in the hope that
Mom had changed her mind but no one ever picked up the
phone. By the middle of the second week the phone
company told me that the number had been disconnected.
I searched Mom's bureau to find the notebook she told
me about. I needed all the help I could get. Mom's
notebook contained information about the sexual
arousal condition I was experiencing and cited a
number of internet references. It gave, in full
clinical detail, the symptoms of her arousal and the
techniques she used to give herself a climax. It was
one part diary, another part medical treatment manual.
She expressed anger at her woman's body for forcing
her to endure this uncontrollable sexual "urge."
Her notebook mentioned that her first sign of a PSAS
urge was a unusual feeling of fullness in her groin.
She mentioned that it felt like she had to urinate but
when she went to the toilet, nothing came out. The
fullness spread to her entire genital area, all around
her pussy and even into her vagina. It was like an
intense itch that couldn't be relieved by scratching.
In just a few minutes the fullness spread to her
breasts. They would swell with blood and her nipples
would engorge.
She wrote that by concentrating on some other task she
could resist the need to give herself relief up to
this point. But eventually the feelings became too
strong and dominated her psyche. All she could think
of was giving herself a climax before her tits and
cunt exploded. If she was alone she usually started by
plunging her fingers directly into her vagina,
directly stimulating her pussy lips and clitoris. If
with other people she excused herself to go to the
ladies room, locked herself in a stall, and did the
same thing.
She noted that in this initial urge, the faster and
harder she finger fucked herself, the quicker she
could relieve the immediate tension and cum. There was
no emotional pleasure in cumming but it did serve as a
safety valve and gave her a few minutes of respite
during which she could deal with her immediate
situation. If driving, she would pull over to the side
of the road, park the car, and take a cab home. If she
was in a meeting she would plead a migraine headache
and excuse herself. If at home, she would turn off
whatever was on the stove and escape to her room.
Her notebook said that subsequent buildups were
slower, but just as intense. She had to deal with all
the areas affected to get total relief. She had to
hold and stroke her big breasts, raise them to her
mouth and suck the nipples. Otherwise they would be in
agony the rest of the day. Holding a breast in her
mouth with one hand, she would fondle and massage her
pussy to get rid of the full feeling. She noted, in an
almost clinical fashion, that while stimulating her
clit her legs would start to shake out of her control.
If she was lying on a bed her legs would tense and
relax as if doing a dance. This was an infallible sign
of her body's arousal. The legs would extend as she
approached the climax and the muscles in her thighs
would get tense. When this happened Mom knew that she
would cum in just a few more seconds. She wrote that
the sexual urges during the peak of her PSAS episode
came about half an hour apart. Allowing for the time
necessary to raise her body to its orgasmic peak each
time, she only had 15 minutes of respite between
climaxes.
Often she used a vibrator to hasten the process of
stimulation. Her notes told exactly where to place it
and how long to keep it in position for the maximum
effect. She was very precise when the subject was her
own body's sexuality. In the notebook there were
careful entries of each exact time she orgasmed. In
one PSAS episode she had 32 climaxes in one day. No
wonder she wanted to flee her body for forcing her to
endure this demeaning self-torture.
In one of my fairly normal periods, I researched Mom's
condition on an internet medical database. It wasn't
common but many people experienced excessive sex
drives for short periods at some times in their lives.
It was considered part of the sex addiction complex of
symptoms. Mom appeared to have an unusually strong
case, almost off the charts, fortunately directed
inward. Had it been directed outward, she might have
been a child molester or a dedicated prostitute. Her
condition even had a medical abbreviation, PSAS, short
for Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome.
The medical articles described it quite well, a very
strong libido producing unquenchable sexual urges
unrelated to any person or situation. It was an
overwhelming desire for stimulation of the cunt and
breasts and all the other sexual zones. There was no
satisfaction and no cure. Fortunately, the articles
went on to say, episodes were comparatively short
lived, lasting from a few hours to a few weeks.
Repeated orgasms could alleviate the symptoms for a
while but they would soon arise again.
The condition seemed to have other effects as well.
One was a lack of conscious control when aroused. It
was a true addiction. When a sexual urge hit, the
sufferer was driven to manipulate his/her genitalia
until reaching a climax. This generally meant
prolonged periods of masturbation or the use of
mechanical sex aids since, one medical article went on
discretely to say, most sexual partners did not have
the endurance to cope with prolonged episodes of PSAS.
Consciousness was suppressed and the body's animal
instincts took over. I could certainly testify that
this was true. When I was building up to an orgasm,
nothing I could do could stop it. It was like Mom's
body had an overriding sex program built into it, an
autopilot, so to speak.
I could see it all happening to me but I couldn't
alter what was happening. All I could do was be an
observer watching me bring myself to an orgasm. I just
couldn't stop until I came. I loved Mom's body. It was
beautiful and sexy. It let me have the most exquisite
and fulfilling climaxes without any apparent limit. It
was everything a teen age boy could dream of in his
wildest sexual fantasies. But I hated what my Mom's
body was making me do to myself.
I pleasured myself to climax after climax. I just
couldn't stop doing it. I could see my hand moving in
and out of my cunt while my other hand squeezed and
rolled my nipple. I could watch my nipple grow and my
breast turn pink as it became aroused. I could feel my
pussy lips swell and my clitoris become engorged. I
could clearly see me drive the fingers of both hands
further and further into my vagina until I was afraid
that they would come out of my mouth. I could hear the
squishy sounds of my fingers moving.
I could feel the electric sensation as my thumbnails
scratched over my clitoris. I could hear myself
gasping and moaning as I neared the peak. I could see
and feel my body start to vibrate and could watch my
hips rise and fall as they tried to coordinate their
motions with the flailing hands in my cunt. I could
feel the longing of my body as sexual electric bolts
surged through my limbs.
Just before I came the world seemed to vanish. My
consciousness became totally centered on the intense
feelings emanating from my vagina. I saw nothing and
all I could hear was my cry of pleasure when I
climaxed. I felt embarrassed that I had so little
control over my body during my "urges" but I could do
nothing about it. And I certainly tried.
Perhaps if I punished myself when I became aroused I
could learn to suppress the "urge." I tried painfully
pinching my nipples until I was afraid that they would
burst. I put clothespins on my clitoris when it became
engorged. I bit my nipples until I was sure that I
would draw blood.
Once I even tried sticking pins through my turgid
nipples in the hope that the pain would suppress my
arousal. Mom said that it didn't work for her but it
might for me. I might have Mom's body but I was still
Steve inside. I rolled my nipples between my thumbs
and forefingers and watched them get stiff. Then I
pushed the point of a sharp pin into a nipple while I
held it in position. I watched myself do it with a
mixture of horror and fascination. It hurt but not as
much as I expected.
The point went entirely through the nipple and came
out the other side. While I still had the courage, I
did the same to the other nipple. I couldn't believe
that I was actually sticking pins into myself, into my
sensitive nipples, but I would do almost anything to
get control of my desires.
To no avail. The pain made my need for an orgasm even
more intense. It didn't feel as if I was punishing my
body but merely arousing it in another way. Mom's body
responded to torture as well as erotic stimulation. I
only did the pin through the nipple trick once for a
couple of reasons. First, because it simply didn't
work the way I wanted and second, because I cringed at
the thought of mutilating myself. Mom's warnings about
damaging her body in the midst of an "urge" were
clearly founded in fact. I would have to be careful
about what I did to myself or I would suffer the
consequences after the "urge" had passed.
I watched myself masturbating in the big bedroom
mirror in the vain hope that if I could understand
what I was doing to myself I might gain some measure
of control of the process. To no avail. What I saw was
like a scene from a porn video. It was usually the
same. I would stand in front of the mirror, a
beautiful, stacked woman and start stroking my body.
If I was clothed, I would unfasten my skirt or shed my
jeans. Then I would unbutton my shirt, reach into my
bra and pull out a large breast.
If driven by a sudden desire for a climax, I would
simply pull my panties aside and shove my fingers
directly into my usually sopping vagina. But more
often than not, I would shed all my garments and stand
fully unclothed in front of the mirror. The sight of
my uncontrolled hands manipulating my naked body added
an element of excitement to the scene.
During the "urge" I had an almost perverse fascination
for my sex parts. I liked to watch myself masturbating
Mom's body in the large mirror almost as if I was
watching an instructional video in a sex education
class. I was absorbed in watching the contractions of
Mom's vagina and anus when I came. It wasn't me I was
seeing in the mirror, although I felt all the
sensations of my manipulations. It was like I was
standing outside myself watching someone I didn't
know. A beautiful actress in a porn movie doing
unimaginable things to her own body. It was only when
I felt the final surge of orgasm that I realized that
it wasn't a movie. It was something I was doing to
myself.
On one occasion I tried to hold my gaze while
masturbating. Rather than look at my body, I stared at
my face, or rather Mom's face, in the mirror. The face
had a look of longing on it before I started. As I
pleasured myself the face relaxed only to grow more
intense as I approached a climax. My mouth opened a
bit and I licked my lips. I had of look of intense
concentration. My eyes glazed over but I forced myself
to keep staring at them. They pulled me in. It seemed
like I was looking directly into Mom's tortured soul.
She was possessed by a carnal demon.
It was no longer me looking back but a succubus that
wouldn't release Mom's body until it orgasmed. The
vision into the darker recesses of Mom's mind was
disturbing and more than a bit frightening. I sensed
that she had a hidden and self-destructive agenda
which might emerge in unguarded moments. I never
repeated the attempt to probe into Mom's psyche.
Rather I took simple delight in watching myself
masturbate Mom's gorgeous body without trying to
understand the deep seated psychopathology.
So I would sit on the edge of the bed, extend my long
legs before me and run my hands up my legs from my
ankles to my mound. Often I would cup my breasts,
excite the nipples until they bulged, then raise one
to my mouth and suck on it. My free hand would find my
pussy and I would start finger fucking myself. I would
look at myself in the mirror, legs extended, one hand
deep in my vagina, sometimes sucking a tit, only dimly
aware that it was me.
As I raised myself toward a sexual peak I would lay
back in bed, watch my legs become tense and extended,
see my hips rising and falling to meet my fingers. I
could watch the woman in the mirror rise toward a
climax. I could hear her cries of pleasure and was
always surprised that they were in my Mom's voice.
Just before cumming, I could see my face, or at least
the face of the of the woman in the mirror become
contorted in what the French call the "beautiful
agony," gasping and screaming as she climaxed. I could
feel everything but it was not me or the Mom that I
had grown up with in the mirror. It was a strange,
erotic woman writhing on the bed as she masturbated to
orgasm.
One time I decided to spend the entire day with myself
and my clitoris in the hope that I could satiate my
sexual desires.
I relaxed all morning trying to restrain from
pleasuring myself, then took a very hot leisurely
bath. The steaming water had made me feel I was in a
different world, floating warm and safe, far from
reality. I titillated myself with delicate strokes of
my fingertips across my nipples and my belly. After I
dried myself I lay back on a stack of pillows on Mom's
bed, facing her large mirror. The bath made my skin
feel very soft and sensitive.
I could feel my own fingers stroking the silky smooth
outer lips of my vagina slowly up and down, pressing a
bit on each trip as they passed over her clitoris.
Usually when I masturbated as Steve, I would fantasize
about some girl in my class, or about Sara. Now that I
was in Mom's body the fantasies became realities.
Nothing was forbidden.
Watching myself in the mirror I saw the cunt lips
begin to pout and then to part slightly. My loins
began to tingle and I could feel myself lubricating. I
propped my head up with the pillows so I could relax
completely while watching Mom's body produce the
sensations I was feeling. I paused to squeeze one of
my nipples very hard, and noticed the subtle movement
of my vagina that accompanied the throb I felt.
I did it again, and a droplet of my moisture escaped
and glistened on my thighs. I pulled the lips apart
with both hands, making my erect clit stand out,
throbbing visibly as I fondled my breasts.
I began to stroke and squeeze the area just above my
clitoris very gently, and was rewarded with one throb
for each stroke. I watched my inner lips begin to
swell and pout. The trail of moisture was dripping to
the bed and I took a peculiar pride in in the quantity
of liquid that Mom's body was generating.
I rubbed my middle finger back and forth across the
upper part of my clit, pressing more firmly as I
became more aroused. The tingle in my loins got
stronger, until my vagina began to blossom open in the
seconds before orgasm. I spasmed hard in one of those
cums that left me still wanting more. I tried letting
myself down still rubbing my clit slowly, holding one
of my soft breasts in my other hand.
I enjoyed the climax immensely but the need was still
there. Soon I had Sara's vibrator pressing next to my
clit, bringing me toward another climax, and then
another. I worked on myself until I felt drugged,
lethargic after hours of masturbating and many
orgasms.
But no matter how many climaxes I gave myself, or the
situations in which I climaxed, I couldn't shake the
"urge." It would just have to run its course.
During the peak periods of the urge I would give
myself repeated orgasms using the Sybian. Other times,
when I felt a milder, but still demanding need for
sexual stimulation, I would lay on the couch listening
to the stereo while I sucked my tit and masturbated
myself in time to the slow music. Once I started, it
took only gentle pressure on my clitoris to make me
cum.
Like all addictions, whether to drugs, alcohol, or
sex, giving in and satisfying the urge was ultimately
a losing strategy. I would masturbate to gain a few
hours respite. My body, aware that masturbation gave
relief, forced me to pleasure myself over and over. It
was a perfect example of conditioning. If I didn't
masturbate when I felt the urge to do so, I couldn't
eat, sleep, or keep my hands out of my sex until I
forced myself to cum. While I can't deny that I
enjoyed the few moments of orgasm, the situation could
hardly be called pleasurable.
I knew I shortly would have to do it all again. I had
switched bodies with Mom less than two weeks ago and
had given myself nearly 100 climaxes. Her "urge'
better end soon. I don't see how I can keep up the
pace. I tried to think the whole thing through
logically. Perhaps if I discovered a quick way to cum,
I wouldn't have to spend so much time pleasuring
myself.
I tried the Sybian, Sara's vibrator, and pressing my
cunt up against the washing machine during the spin
cycle. I even tried stuffing one of Steve's neckties
into my vagina, then pulling it out slowly, rubbing
the damp fabric across my clit. They all worked and
gave me quick climaxes but merely shortened the time
between having to do it to myself again.
This went on for almost two weeks. I would wake up in
the morning and masturbate to orgasm. Then I would fix
myself some breakfast, eating quickly so I could start
pleasuring myself again. More often than not I had my
fingers in my vagina before I finished my coffee. Even
kitchen utensils weren't safe if my desire was strong.
On one occasion I used the bulb of the turkey baster
as a makeshift clit pump. I rubbed leftover butter
from my toast around my vulva to make a seal, then
squeezed the bulb and applied the open end to my eager
clitoris. The vacuum tugged at my clit and engorged it
with blood. The swollen clit was exquisitely
sensitive. It made it easy to finish the job with my
fingers. After my climax my fingers tasted like
buttered cunt.
I spent a lot of time on the Sybian, sometimes
collapsing on the bedroom floor from sheer exhaustion.
I tried everything to get some respite but I had to
continue "doing" myself over and over. Between
climaxes I would grab a snack and try to clean up the
mess I had made.
Of course I had to make significant alterations to my
personal wardrobe. Very few of Steve's clothes would
fit properly. Mom's hips were too broad for his jeans
and his shirts and jackets were too big except in the
bust line. About all that would fit was Steve's
sweatshirts and sweatpants. In Mom's body I couldn't
wear any of Sara clothes. Mom's own wardrobe offered
few alternatives. She had business clothes, of course,
and the exercise clothes she wore to the gym. And a
couple of drawers full of undergarments, panties,
bras, and some things that I would have to ask Sara
about. But few other things.
She was definitely not a clothes horse. As Aunt Amy
said, she had the fashion sense of a toad. I ended up
wearing a loose sweatshirt and shorts most of the time
around the house. They would cover me up enough to
answer the door for the mailman or a delivery boy, yet
I could drop them quickly when my "urge" demanded that
I get at my sexual parts. I did find that I had to put
on one of Mom's bras when I went out to keep my floppy
bits from bouncing about.
Mom's closet contained a couple of pairs of high
heeled shoes. I could never keep my balance when
wearing them. Too bad because they made my legs look
great. I resigned myself to wearing flats, loafers,
tennis shoes and sandals. Apparently so did Mom
because that's what she always wore around the house.
So two weeks passed. Between orgasms I watched TV, ate
a bit, exercised, and tried to keep the house fairly
neat. But even cleaning the house I occasionally had
to satisfy Mom's urges. Once, when vacuuming the
living room rug I was overwhelmed by a desire to give
myself a climax. It wouldn't wait. Out of desperation
I put the end of the vacuum hose against my bare
breast and let it suck my nipple while I fingered my
cunt. My nipple, the areola and much of the end of my
tit was pulled into the hose. I shoved a finger part
way into the end of the hose to break the vacuum to
keep my entire tit from being eaten by the machine.
Little puffs of air sneaked past my finger tip and
started my nipple vibrating.
The combined shaking and sucking sensation was
incredible. The fingers of my other hand mauled my
cunt. No finesse. I just grabbed at the soft flesh and
worked it brutally. In less than a minute I had such a
mind blowing orgasm that I forgot about cleaning and
lay on the floor vacuuming my tits and cunt as I
writhed and screamed to climax after climax.
It took me the remainder of the afternoon to clean
that one room and I'm afraid that I never did get it
really clean. However my nipples and my pussy were
spotless. Not a speck of dust on them. Hoovering my
genitals would have to be a rare occurrence. My tits
and cunt were so swollen and sore that I could barely
touch them. But I did.
When I managed to fall asleep, my dreams, often
nightmares, were all about sex. One dream was a replay
of my last fuck with Steve. I was Mom and he fucked me
to repeated climaxes, so realistic that I orgasmed
several times in my sleep. I had to put a towel on the
sheet under my pussy or the bed would be soaked by my
juices by morning.
My worst nightmares were scary and perverse and seemed
to be dredged from the darkest recesses of Mom's id.
Nothing in my life as Steve had ever prepared me for
them. In one nightmare I envisioned myself performing
the most unspeakable sexual acts in public, a town
whore wandering naked down our short main street.
The nightmare was extremely realistic and vivid. I
could see all the familiar storefronts and signs. And
there I was, begging for sex from every man, woman,
girl and boy. I would lie on the hard pavement
surrounded by a ring of onlookers while anyone who
wanted fucked me in whatever orifice they desired. I
would suck the pricks of the men ready to penetrate my
cunt and ass and stick my fingers in the vaginas of
the women waiting to use me. I would even let several
dogs fuck me at a time, mouth and cunt. I got no
satisfaction from even the deepest penetration. Every
fuck raised me to near orgasm but I could never
climax. I needed more and more as I desperately tried
to cum. I was driven to take on all comers in the vain
hope that one would bring me off. But it never
happened. This nightmare repeated often with several
variations.
In one variation, I visited Steve and Sara's high
school on Parent-Teacher's day. While the conferences
were going on, I climbed on a study table and yelled
"Look at me!" Then I stripped all my clothes off in a
parody of a burlesque dance, stuck my fingers in my
vagina and masturbated.
"Fuck me, fuck me! I'm here for the taking. Anyone who
wants to can fuck me!" I shouted. The horny boys and
girls, including Steve, Sara, and all their friends
fondled my tits and cunt. Steve's friends fucked me
one after the other while telling me in foul language
that I was the hottest and dirtiest MILF in town.
Sara's friends pinched my nipples, sucked my tits and
cunt and made me suck them in return.
Then I pleaded for everyone, students and teachers, to
use me in whatever way they wanted. Some fucked me,
others sucked me, still others made me suck or
penetrate them. They came in a never ending stream,
lining up outside the door. I was fucked and
penetrated repeatedly, my tits were pulled and bitten,
my ass was penetrated, and I was forced to swallow
what seemed like gallons of spunk.
Finally even 9 and 10 year old children from the
elementary school next door came in to use me. They
crawled all over me, probing and licking all my
orifices. The boys tried to fuck me with their small
pricks. Some succeeded. I gave blow jobs to the rest
and swallowed their virgin semen. I begged for someone
to make me cum but no one ever did. My inability to
have an orgasm in my nightmare was driving me crazy.
The nightmare ended when the pain from my cunt woke me
up. I had fisted myself, buried my entire hand up to
my wrist in my vagina.
In my most vivid and horrible nightmare I was
literally devoured by the passion that was eating me
up. It started out innocently enough. Sara and Steve
both took turns fucking me until I was almost
delirious. I wanted more. "Eat me, bite me, chew me!"
I cried. Replete with sex, they decided to literally
eat me. First they drew lines on my body marking out
the best cuts. Just as in a butcher shop. I was
strangely passive as they marked me up. In my mind I
was just meat. Cunt, tits, ass, legs to be used and
consumed. Everyone who wanted could have a piece of
me. After I was properly marked up, they tied me to a
spit, skewers through my breasts, arms and legs to
hold me in place, and roasted me slowly over a
barbeque fire.
I was awake but couldn't make a sound. The spit turned
slowly while the flames enveloped my body, charring my
skin. Sara said that I should roast for at least four
hours to be really tender. I could feel the flames and
sense that my flesh was barbecuing slowly. My nipples
singed and my breasts split like hot dogs over a fire.
Sara stuck a large meat thermometer in my buttock and
announced that I had roasted long enough. They laid me
out on a large platter trussed up like a Thanksgiving
turkey. I had been thoroughly cooked and could smell
my roasted flesh. I could see everything they were
doing to me. My milk white skin had turned brown and
crispy. Steve and Sara cut off large portions of my
lovely body with carving knives, my bountiful breasts,
my magnificent legs, my entire cunt, and ate pieces of
them, smacking their lips with gusto.
Steve had a part of one of my roasted limbs in his
hands and was chewing on the flesh. He ate me like
eating a turkey leg. When he finished devouring my
full round thigh, he ate my beautiful calf like he was
eating a drumstick. Sara sliced up my breast and
offered mouthfuls to Steve. She cut off bits of my
singed nipples and ate them as hors d'ouvres. I could
hear the crunch as she chewed. I watched in horror as
they both feasted on me. Sara offered me a taste of my
own flesh on a long fork. As she raised it to my lips,
I could see that it was my own clitoris and part of my
vulva, nicely browned and succulent. She pushed it
into my mouth and I chewed. My clitoris tasted like
crackling pork, flavored by my own pussy juices. God
help me, it was delicious.
Sara and Steve continued to feed me bits of my flesh,
all cut from the parts of my body that had given me
the greatest sexual pleasure. My body had been
butchered, cooked and carved but I remained aware of
what was happening to me. I could still see, chew and
taste. I relished the crispy bits of my body,
agonizing over what I was doing. I are bits of my
tender tits, my succulent cunt, the inside of my soft
thighs, part of the meaty curve of my calf, even a
piece of my nipple that Sara had saved for me. Each
part that I ate gave me a brief surge of the feeling
that I would get if that part were sexually
stimulated. I had a series of micro climaxes as I
consumed bits of my erogenous zones, hoping that by
eating myself I would never be in thrall to that part
of my body again.
The desires of my body had consumed me and I was
consuming it in the forlorn hope that getting rid of
my flesh would also rid me of my urges. In this truly
horrible nightmare, the three of us feasted on parts
of well roasted me until sunrise. Finally there was
nothing left of me but a smile. Just like the Cheshire
cat. But even without a body, I still felt the "urge."
Parents are supposed to sacrifice themselves for their
children but this was too much. All I could think
about when I awoke was feeling my body to reassure
myself that my parts were still intact. The phrase
"Eat Me" took on a new horrific meaning. Touching
myself led inevitably to a session of masturbation and
my day started again. Thankfully that bizarre and
horrible nightmare was never repeated.
Obviously Mom's switch with me had been well planned
in advance. Mom had gone grocery shopping before she
left. There was enough food in the house and the
refrigerator/freezer so that I didn't have to go
shopping for a couple of weeks. I don't think I could
have made it to the store without sticking a couple of
fingers or a vibrator in my vagina. She also left
little notes for me around the house about how to cope
with my arousal.
When I opened the vegetable drawer in the
refrigerator, I found several medium sized cucumbers.
A note was attached to one of them with a rubber band.
On it Mom had written "Use this when you masturbate.
It's just about the right size and the bumps will help
you have a nice orgasm. Then slice it and eat it
without washing it off. I know you don't like salad
but your pussy juices will make it taste good. - Love,
Mom."
How considerate. But she was right.
In her medicine cabinet was another note which read,
"Use this skin conditioning cream on your pussy lips
and clitoris after you ride the Sybian. It will keep
everything in good order. - Love, Mom."
Looking through Mom's bedside table, I found a half
consumed bottle of sleeping pills. Apparently Mom had
had the nightmares too. A brief note taped to the
bottle said "If your dreams get too bad, take one of
these before bed. Love - Mom"
Pinned to her gym sweats in the closet was still
another note. "Don't forget to go to the gym three
times a week. You need it to keep the body that you
love in good shape. Besides, a really hard workout
makes you forget sex for a while. - Love, Mom."
Mom was certainly right about the last one. While I
didn't go to the gym, I worked out on the treadmill
and Bowflex exercise machines that we had in the
basement. Every evening I would run for an hour on the
treadmill with enough speed to leave me gasping for
breath. A "runner's high" is a poor substitute for an
"orgiastic high" but it is a substitute and I could
last the rest of the evening without making myself
cum. Well, not quite. I would shower after each
exercise session, making sure to direct the hand held
shower spray against my clit. It was just to get clean
I told myself while the spray stimulated my genitals
to a small climax. Then I went to bed.
In one of my more inspired moments I figured out an
almost socially respectable way of getting repeated
climaxes. Before getting a car I had fixed up an old
motorcycle that I salvaged from an auto wrecker's
yard. It was a vintage Norton 500, a single cylinder
English bike that had reasonably good performance if
you could ignore the intense vibration of its engine.
The seat springs had settled and provided minimum
isolation from the throbbing of the motor.
After I got my car the Norton was relegated to the
corner of the garage. Early one evening, when my pussy
was demanding stimulation, I decided to fire up the
old thumper. I put in a gallon of gas, checked the oil
level, and pumped the starting pedal. After about the
sixth try the engine rumbled into life. The saddle of
the beast vibrated encouragingly. To make sure that I
wouldn't wet the seat, I rolled up a washcloth and
shoved it into the front of my panties up against my
pussy.
Then I took one of the smaller cucumbers that Mom had
thoughtfully provided, licked it, and pushed it into
my vagina. It filled it completely, one end touching
my cervix, the other end just protruding from my pussy
lips. What I really wanted to do was to transmit every
throb of the engine directly to my cunt. I buttoned up
my tight jeans, donned Steve's biker's jacket that was
hanging near the Norton, slapped on my motorcycle
helmet and wheeled it down the driveway.
By the time I got done prepping the bike it was dark
enough so that none of the neighbors would recognize
me. I shifted into gear and slowly rode down the
street. As I hoped, the vibration of the engine
thrilled my cunt. I varied the speed to try to find
the sweet spot, that combination of engine revolutions
and seat oscillations that gave me the maximum
stimulation. About 40 miles per hour seemed to be it.
The speed was a few miles an hour below the local
speed limit, but fast enough not to interfere with
traffic. That first night I rode for nearly an hour.
It felt like a vibrator was pressed against my pussy
lips. No, it was much better than a vibrator. The
cucumber made it feel like a gigantic prick was
working its magic in my cunt. I felt like my whole
lower body was being stimulated.
I came repeatedly, about once every ten minutes at the
peak vibration speed. My legs spasmed and I clutched
the gas tank with my thighs almost hard enough to
crush it. While not quite as good as a Sybian, the
Norton would do in a pinch. I always wondered why
girls joined motorcycle gangs. Now I know.
I even had the fantasy of taking a cross country round
trip. It would have been a 6000 mile personal orgy
climaxing every four or five miles. I don't think that
even Mom's super cunt would be able to handle that
many consecutive orgasms. But it might be fun to try.
What really discouraged me from taking the cross
country trip was the problem of controlling the bike
when I came. I mean it was a real orgasm. Just like I
had in my bedroom. I shook, my body tensed up, my legs
went out of control, and for a few moments when I
orgasmed I was totally oblivious to my surroundings. A
couple of times during my short ride, I became aware,
after a climax, that I was headed off the road or
toward a tree. Riding the Norton was a truly erotic
experience but I frankly doubted that I could survive
a cross country orgasmic ride. Heeding Mom's advice, I
sliced up the cucumber that had been my motorcycle
companion and ate it. It was delicious.
So I gave up the idea of a cross country trip but used
the motorcycle once in a while as an alternative to
the Sybian when my body demanded repeated fulfillment.
Overall, I discovered that while I couldn't turn off
Mom's insatiable craving for sex while her body was
having one of its "urges" I learned to exercise some
control, at least when her arousal was at a moderate
state. I also learned to appreciate how much effort it
took for her to appear "normal" in front of us kids
and at work. While I wanted to be Steve again, I
couldn't begrudge Mom the opportunity to go away with
Aunt Amy. In my body she was free of her obsession and
could live a relatively normal life. And I must admit
that I loved fucking my Mom from the inside when she
wasn't in the throes of an "urge." Her magnificent
body gave me sensual pleasure, glorious mind blowing
orgasms. It was an addiction that I couldn't shake. I
truly wanted to be Steve again but being Mom would do
in a pinch.
After thinking it all over, I finally reached a
compromise with myself. I would do everything I could
to regain my own body. But as long as I was stuck as
Mom, I would explore all aspects of her sexuality.
***
"Mom!" Sara shouted as she burst in the door. "The
trip to Disney World was wonderful. I got to dance
with Mickey Mouse. We even saw a space launch at Cape
Canaveral."
"Where is Steve?" she continued. "I've got to tell him
all about it."
"That's a long story," I said. "Unpack, relax, and
I'll tell you all about it."
We ordered in a pizza and I even offered Sara a glass
of wine. After all she was almost eighteen too. I had
a big one myself.
After dinner we sat on the couch. Sara asked, "So
where is Steve?"
"I'm Steve," I answered. "After you left, Mom and I
switched."
"Why did you do that?"
"Well, you know all about Aunt Amy's divorce. Mom went
over to cheer her up and found that she was feeling
very depressed. She was afraid that she was losing her
appeal to men and that no one would love her any more.
When Mom came home she suggested that Aunt Amy needed
a man to romance her and be interested in her
sexually. Naturally the first man that came to her
mind was me. But I demurred. I told Mom that Aunt Amy
was still my aunt. While I liked her very much I
wasn't turned on by her. Anyway, I felt that she would
burst out laughing if a high school boy tried to
seduce her."
"Mom had the answer. She suggested that we switch for
a day. Then she would go over to Aunt Amy and tell her
that I really had the hots for her but that she
wouldn't let me come over. It wouldn't be seemly, Mom
said. I might have regrets later."
"So we switched. Mom's plan was that she would make
love to Aunt Amy in my body while I stayed home in
hers. I felt that it was too soon after her last
"urge" to take the chance but Mom assured me that
there would be no danger of her losing control if she
was in my body and that at home I would simply rest up
and be free from all temptation."
"OK Steve, I've got the idea. I know that you are a
great guy and that Aunt Amy would probably be
satisfied regardless of who was in your body - but
where is Steve? Is he still at Aunt Amy's?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes. Things started to go
wrong the morning after we switched. Mom's body got a
flashback of her sex urges and I couldn't stop myself
from giving in to her needs. I masturbated and used
your vibrator over and over. I must have given myself
six orgasms by noon. You know how Mom gets when she
loses control. I just couldn't stop myself. It wasn't
like you playing with my prick when I was at softball
practice. You came a lot but you could stop when you
had to. I just couldn't stop. Mom's body wouldn't let
me. And God help me, I enjoyed it. Mom's body is a
sexual Disneyland."
"Anyway, I called Aunt Amy's to try to get Mom home.
She had switched out of Steve's body and was now in
Aunt Amy. Aunt Amy was now in Steve's body and was
fucking Mom. That wasn't supposed to happen."
"I told Mom that I couldn't stop cumming. Mom asked me
if I enjoyed playing with her body and I told her I
did. It wasn't a lie. Then she told me that her body
was mine to keep. She simply gave it to me. She said I
could use it in any way I want. She didn't plan on
coming back to it."
"What! Why did she do that?"
"She said that she wasn't coming home. That she and
Aunt Amy had been lovers since before we were born and
that the both of them were going to travel together.
She also told me that her body was pregnant. Like she
stole my body and left me hers. I love her but I want
to be Steve again."
"Mom was pregnant? Who was the father? I didn't know
she had any boyfriends."
"It's hard to believe but you are the father. She says
that it happened when you fucked her in my body a
couple of months ago. I, I mean Mom's body is having
the baby so I guess we will be father and mother and
grandmother. It's really too complicated to figure
out."
"Why can't we just find Mom and switch you back."
"It isn't that easy. Mom said that switches don't work
when you are pregnant. I'm really so scared. And Mom's
"urge" must be peaking because I just can't stop
giving myself orgasms."
Sara put her arms around me. "Oh Steve, is there
anything I can do? I love you so much."
"Just hold me Sara. I'm so tired. I can't sleep and I
have the most horrible dreams. I just don't know what
will become of me. Mom's needs are overwhelming."
Sara held me close for a few minutes. Then she helped
me up and took me to her bedroom. I must have drunk
more than I realized because I felt in a daze. When we
got to her room she undressed me, bit by bit, jeans,
panties, T shirt, and bra. When I was entirely naked
she put me in bed and pulled a light sheet over me. I
heard the water running in her bathroom and the toilet
flush. After a few minutes she slid into bed beside me
and I felt her smooth fresh body against mine.
"Let me help you Steve," she whispered in my ear. "Do
you need to have an orgasm now?"
"Oh yes, but I can't ask - - -." I never got the next
words out of my mouth. Sara was kissing me and her
tongue was almost down to my tonsils. I felt her hand
brush over my stomach and move ever lower. While still
kissing, she rubbed her hand over my mound, gently
massaging. She pulled away from my mouth and whispered
in my ear "I like to do that to myself. Maybe Mom will
like it too."
"Oh yes, She likes it."
"Well in that case. she might like this as well." Sara
moved her hand a bit lower and started moving her
fingers around my cunt, stroking the edges of my pussy
lips. It felt wonderful and very exciting.
"Do you know," she said, "that the latest research
shows that the nerves of the clitoris extend all
around the vagina and even go inside. I heard all
about it in sex education class. I like to do it to
myself. Tell me how it feels on Mom's body."
"Sara, if you continue to do that I'm going to cum."
My legs were shaking and my belly was heaving, a sure
sign that I was right on the edge of a climax.
"That's the general idea, darling. Have a real big
orgasm and then we can get some sleep." She punctuated
her sentence by directly stroking my clit. That was
the trigger. I came almost instantly. A full blown
orgasm with leg spasms, hip heaves, and moans.
"Sara," I cried, "I love you." And then I had a second
orgasm almost as big as the first.
"That should do it for tonight Steve. I'm so glad I
could help you. Let's get some sleep and take tomorrow
as it comes." Sara put her arms around me. I turned
toward her and felt her body against mine. She slid
down in bed a bit and I felt her lips around one of my
now almost permanently engorged nipples. "I think I'll
suck on this for a while, Steve. Do you mind?"
What could I say. I put my hand around Sara's head to
guide her into place and drifted off to sleep.
***
Fortunately Mom's "urges" began to decline and I was
almost back to normal in a few days. Sara and I tried
to act outwardly as if nothing had happened. She had
fun with her friends, swam at the pool, and giggled a
lot. I worked around the house and went to the gym. We
told everyone that Steve was escorting his Aunt Amy on
a trip to Europe, a story not too far from the truth.
I kept the appointment with the OB that Mom had set
up. She probed me, stuck fingers in my openings, took
a blood sample and assured me that my pregnancy was
proceeding nicely and that I could expect to deliver
in about six months. Thanks - I needed that.
To explain Mom's (and my) pregnancy, Sara and I made
up a story about Mom wanting another baby before her
biological clock ticked down. She didn't want to get
married again so the father was a sperm bank. It was a
weak story but it should satisfy friends and
neighbors, at least for the time being.
Frankly I was scared silly about the pregnancy. Sara
commiserated with me and tried to offer reassurance.
We slept together almost every night now, not for sex
but just because I needed someone to hold me close.
Sara and I read all the books we could get from the
library about pregnancy and what to expect. Sara
obviously looked forward to my pregnancy. It would be
sort of a dry run for herself in a half dozen years or
so. She felt my body constantly to see if she could
detect any changes.
One of the books told us that my breasts would swell
and grow at least a cup size in a few months. They
would also increase in sensitivity. Sara couldn't
wait. Every night she felt my breasts to see if they
had grown. Her hands eventually went to the nipples
and she started fondling them, running her delicate
fingers around the areolas and gradually working up to
the nubs. Under Sara's deft manipulations my nipples
would grow stiff and stick out almost a full inch. I
had never seen them that big. And of course she had to
suck them a bit to see if anything would come out.
Not that I minded. Mom's pregnancy seemed to make me
more sensitive and I enjoyed Sara's attention. In fact
we both reveled in the sexual playground that was
Mom's body. We both treated it as a wonderful sex toy.
Sara would play with my tits and legs, suck my cunt,
and give me repeated orgasms. I would squirm and flail
around on the bed totally caught up in the ecstasy.
After she had her fill of me I would suck Sara and
make her cum.
I once asked her if she felt strange making love to
her Mom. He answer was a pure delight.
"No Steve, I don't feel strange at all. I know that it
is you that I'm really making love to. I don't care
what shape you are in. Despite the fact that she left
us I love Mom too so I'm loving you both at the same
time."
She went on to say, "It also helps that Mom can have
so many orgasms in a row. That way we can both enjoy
Mom's body as much as we want." Then she put her hand
on my pussy and started stroking my clit. Sara sucked
my tit while she forced still another climax out of
Mom's willing body.
"See what I mean, Steve?" she said after we both
caught our breath.
The summer passed in much the same way with a mixture
of pleasure and anxiety. By the end of the summer
there were changes in my body that were hard to
ignore. My belly started to swell and my breasts
became larger. The color of the areolas deepened and
my nipples became even more sensitive. Sara could now
give me little orgasms by simply fingering my tits and
playing with the nipples. When we were sitting on the
couch together watching TV she would put her arm
around my shoulders and then sneak her fingers under
my bra. Just like two teenagers in the movies. Of
course I knew what she was doing but I didn't stop
her. I loved the idea that she enjoyed Mom's body as
much as I did. I don't believe I ever knew what was
being advertised on all those TV shows.
During commercials she would play with my tits. If she
got really turned on she would grasp my big nipples
and pull me up off the couch. Using my tits like reins
she would steer me into the bedroom and maneuver me to
the bed. Sometimes I tried to resist but all that did
was make her grip tighter and pull harder. My tits
loved the sensation of being stretched out and my
nipples tingled at the tightness of Sara's grip. By
the time she got me to the bed I was ready to cum at
the slightest touch on my cunt.
Sara was now in her senior year at high school and was
caught up in all those activities that seniors
participate in. She spent less time at home now and
left me to my own devices during the day. I cleaned
house, did the shopping, went to the gym for pregnancy
approved exercises. Mom was indeed correct when she
said that we would have no money troubles. The bank
balance was more than I could have imagined and
payments for the business were still coming in.
Strangely enough, I still thought like Steve, even
though I had, as Sara said, boobs and a cunt. Mom's
body was a MILF to be longed for and I made love to it
every chance I got. It was an odd, almost out of body
experience, I was both the fucker and the fuckee. I
got the same kick out of reaching inside my bra and
pulling out a tit as I would if I was groping Diane or
Stacy in the movies and then I felt the pleasure from
the tit both as Mom and as Steve when I put it to my
mouth and sucked it. The same with finger fucking, or
caressing my legs. The only thing I really missed was
having a prick to fuck myself with. I'm not sure how I
could have handled it but I sure enjoyed fucking Mommy
as Steve and being fucked by Steve when I was Mom.
I was concerned that because Sara was spending so much
time with me, she was missing out on all the dating
that usually goes on in the senior year. She didn't
seem to have a regular boyfriend although she did go
to movies and rock concerts with guys. Although she
definitely wasn't a virgin, she certainly wasn't
sleeping around. I asked her if herself imposed task
of keeping her Mom sexually satisfied was inhibiting
her relations with guys. Sara's answer was a definite
no.
"Steve, don't even think it. I enjoy making love to
you even when you are in Mom's body. It's not only
boys that want to fuck their Mommy. Girls want to
crawl into bed with their moms too. Any you keep me so
satisfied that I don't want to go with guys whose only
redeeming virtue is that they have a prick. I have so
much sexual fulfillment with you at home that I don't
need any more from guys. After all, how many orgasms
can a girl have?"
She went on, "My friend Diane went out with a guy who
really screwed her over. He told her he loved her.
They fucked three or four times and then he decided
that he loved someone else. She was really broken up
especially when she saw him pawing another girl in
study hall. The worst part was that he told her he
didn't want to wear a condom because it would
interfere with his love for her. She wasn't on the
pill and she went a couple of bad weeks until she got
her period. Some guys are such bastards."
Some women tolerate pregnancy well. Mom was one of
those. I had no morning sickness to speak of. My
visits to the gym kept my body toned so I had no back
pain or any other physical complaints. My visits to
the OB confirmed that everything was OK. She said that
I could keep up exercising at the gym and that even a
moderate amount of sex would do no harm. I screwed up
my courage and asked her about the Sybian. The OB was
surprised, then she confessed that she had one too and
used it whenever her husband was away.
She felt that the Sybian orgasms would be all right
for the baby since most of the stimulation from the
machine was on the pussy lips and clit but, of course
I should use caution with some of the longer penile
attachments. I've never seen a doctor blush at a
personal question but the OB's face was almost
scarlet. I guess that she felt that her sex life was
being exposed too much.
The big day came when Sara found that she could
actually get fluid out of my tits from hard sucking.
We had just gotten into bed and Sara snuggled close.
Our hands crept over each other's bodies for our usual
good night hug. Sara caressed my growing belly and
then let her hand move up to my, now, enormous
breasts. She played around with the big globes,
letting her hand sweep all around the undersides of
one and then settled on the nipple. I joined her by
cupping the other breast in my hands. Despite having
lived in Mom's body for over six months she was
exciting to explore. I felt as if I were still Steve
making love to my Mommy for the first time. Each
change in her body opened up a new chapter.
Sara was surprised at how big and how fast the nipple
grew when she stroked it. "It's bigger than it ever
was," she said. She put her lips around the teat and
started caressing it with her tongue, then she sucked.
She sucked hard.
"Steve!" she exclaimed. "Something is coming out. I
can taste it."
We both knew that it couldn't be milk at this stage in
the pregnancy but our books told us that pregnant
breasts often secrete fluid to get ready for milk. She
got a mouthful.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No, Sara, it feels very good. What does it taste
like?"
"It's hard to describe. Why don't you try it for
yourself." She kissed me on the lips and I got a tiny
taste of my pre-milk. It didn't taste bad, in fact
pretty good. I guess the idea is to get babies to want
to suck on a tit for real nourishment.
While Sara continued to suck on the leaking tit, I
raised the other to my mouth and wrapped my lips
around the nipple. It felt rough and harder than
usual. But it still felt good when I sucked Mom's tit.
I pressed down on the areola with my lips and sucked
hard. Sure enough, a little fluid came from the nipple
and into my mouth. It was thin but sweet and my tit
felt great. I guess this was Mom's body helping me
learn what tits are really for. But there was so
little that Sara and I both sucked the tits dry in a
couple of minutes.
"That was something else," Sara said. "I can't wait to
do it again."
Then without hesitation she slid down in bed, put her
tongue on my pussy, and forced me to cum. I said
"forced" but I put up absolutely no resistance and
even held my pussy lips apart so she could reach the
delicate interior. We fell asleep in each other's
arms.
***
It has now been six months since Mom left. I always
had the hope that she would decide to return, switch
with me, and take over the pregnancy. But no luck. I
guess she is not coming back. The OB says that I will
deliver in a month. She has already reserved a private
room in the hospital. My belly now looks like I have
swallowed a basketball. Sara loves to feel the baby
kick and holds her hands on my bulge until she feels
it. All I know is that he or she will be a soccer
star. The OB says that it is no longer safe to use the
Sybian although, if I need it, I can still get a
climax by traditional means.
My interest in sex has been increasing lately. I'm
told that an increase in sexual desire often occurs
during the last weeks of a pregnancy. It has something
to do with the hormones. My boobs are now the size of
melons. Large melons. Sara and I both enjoy playing
with them. She says that they are almost as large as
my belly and she can't wait until I give milk. But
that won't happen until after the baby is born. I can
wait.
But I couldn't wait long. The baby came two weeks
early. I felt the contractions and called the OB. Sara
drove me to the hospital in my car, jerking and
lurching all the way as she mangled the stick shift.
That probably hastened the delivery. I had the baby
just a few hours after being admitted. Giving birth
hurt like you wouldn't believe. I never believed
anything that big could come out of my pussy. I can
understand why some women swear off sex, vowing never
to let a man touch them again. I don't think it will
last in my case. The OB says the birth was very easy
but she wasn't in Mom's body. I was.
After the birth the nurse put my baby girl to my
breast and I felt milk flowing out of my nipple for
the first time. "Feed her every four hours," the nurse
said. "Switch breasts every feeding. If she doesn't
take all the milk, try to express the rest with your
fingers to keep the milk flowing. Breasts like yours
should produce more than enough milk."
"I'll show you how to express your milk. Hold your
breast between thumb and forefinger with the fingers
at the back of the areola. Then press them together
gently as you move them toward the nipple. Imagine
that you are milking a very small cow."
The nurse put her hand on my breast to demonstrate and
started gently milking me. It felt so erotic I wanted
her to pump me dry. My God, what's with Mom's body. It
really was sex obsessed. I had a baby just a day ago
and now I want someone to play with my tits.
Sara drove me home after three days with our lovely
little girl. Sara insisted that she be named
Stephanie, which she learned in French class was the
feminine version of Steve. "It's got to be baby
Steve," she said. "After all Steve, you are the mother
in Mom's body and I am the father when I was in your
body. So it belongs to both of us. It is our sister
and our daughter. I think it is funny." Despite having
been in Mom's body for almost a year now, Sara still
called me Steve. "You are still my brother Steve," she
said, "except that you have boobs and a cunt. That
doesn't make any difference to the way I love you."
The days passed in a complicated ritual of nursing,
diapering, and trying to keep the house in order. I
gradually regained my strength and shape, losing the
extra pounds I had gained when pregnant. I worked out
as much as possible on our home gym equipment. The
exercise made me feel good and took my mind off my new
responsibilities. Sara helped as much as possible when
she was home from school and we hired a house cleaning
service to come in once a week and do the heavy
housework.
Feeding little Stephanie was a mixed pleasure. She
demanded to be fed every four hours, six times a day,
day and night. I found it hard to get more than four
hours of continuous sleep and I always seemed tired.
On the other hand I enjoyed her sucking at my tit.
That's what breasts were really made for. And almost
every time she sucked I had a mild orgasm. Not the
mind blowing kind but an orgasm nevertheless. Our
library books mentioned that about 20% of nursing
mothers get sexual pleasure from feeding their babies.
I was one of the lucky ones. But then I was learning
that Mom's body had a sexual response to almost
everything. It was as if all sensations were routed
through the sex center of the brain. I suppose I would
have even had a climax if I stubbed my toe.
Strange as it seems, I just couldn't get used to Mom's
breasts as mine. Every once in a while I would pull
out a boob and stare at it. My hands cradled the
massive mammary gently. I caressed the breast like I
would caress a lover, reveling in the wonderful
sensations that I could feel when running my hands
over the surface. How wonderful it was to have my own
private pleasure domes. If I ever managed to switch
back to Steve, my breasts were the parts of Mom's body
that I would most miss.
I would play with the nipples and watch them grow,
almost as a curiosity. Mom's nipples, I thought of
them as my nipples now, had both expanded and darkened
since I started nursing. They were exquisitely
sensitive, perhaps even more than when I switched with
Mom years ago. I achieved a new rapport with my
nipples now that Stephanie was nursing from them. I
actually respected them. They were being used for
nature's purpose as well as my personal pleasure.
My OB insisted that I leave my breasts exposed for a
while after every nursing session to let my nipples
dry out. This gave me both the maximum of temptation
and the maximum of opportunity. My nipples became my
private little sex toys. Instead of twiddling my
thumbs when I was bored, I would twiddle my nipples.
Not really. I would run my forefinger around the base
of each nipple until it got hard, sometimes stroking
from the base to the tip for variety. The nipple would
grow to the size of a small grape, about half an inch
in diameter and three quarters of an inch long. It
stood out stiffly from the absolute center of a dark
areola like a little pyramid. I would flip the end of
my nipple with my finger and revel in the twinge of
erotic sensation. I loved my nipples. They were truly
things of beauty.
I had anticipated that my nipple would have a distinct
opening, just like a cow's tit or my cock. But the
first sight of milk coming out surprised me. When I
squeezed the end of my tit I could watch little
streams of milk emerge from the tiny pores around the
nipple.
When Stephanie finished without draining a tit, I bent
it up to my mouth. It seemed so huge. So much flesh. I
had to use both hands to raise it. I started by just
licking up the driblets of milk but then I gathered my
courage and shoved the whole nipple and most of the
areola between my lips. Squeezing my big nipple
between my tongue and the roof of my mouth I sucked
and sucked until my breast was empty. Not only did I
enjoy the taste and the feeling of my tit draining but
I enjoyed the fact that it was ME. I was giving
something back to myself. My Mom's body was paying me
back for the switch. She told me that I would like her
tits even more when milk came out and I did.
Emptying each breast between feedings was a necessary
chore. If I had a surplus of milk in my breast after
Stephanie finished I would take care of it myself. So
after each of Stephanie's feedings, I would burp her,
change her diaper and put her back in her crib. Then I
would suck my breast dry. It was a chore that I
enjoyed doing.
If I touched my clit with my lips wrapped around my
own nipple, I found that I could give myself a nice
climax with just a few touches. It was the fulfillment
of a teen porn fantasy, sucking milk from a beautiful
lactating woman's breast while making her cum. And I
must say that Mom's body enjoyed it too.
I had more or less expected that my milk would be
creamy. It wasn't. It was like skim milk, thin but
very sweet. Mom was right. My milk tasted delicious.
Certainly it did to me. It reminded me of melted
vanilla ice cream without the vanilla.
I had a little game where I tried squirting milk in my
mouth from as far away as I could. After a while I
could hit my mouth from six or seven inches. I didn't
do that too often because it made such a mess when I
missed. I liked my milk right from the source. But of
course even though the sight of my breasts seemed
strange, I always felt the delightful sensations of
breast play whenever I handled my tits. I'll bet cows
feel turned on when the farmer milks their tits. I
know I did when I milked mine.
On the nights she came home, Sara slept with me. She
massaged my body to relax me, starting by kissing up
my legs and working her way up to the top. She rubbed
her own body, tits and cunt against mine as she moved.
I could tell that she had a few little orgasms along
the way. Well, if not actual orgasms, then shudders of
pleasure.
One night when Stephanie cried to be fed at 2 a.m.
Sara picked the baby out of the crib and brought her
to me. I snuggled the baby in my arm and opened the
flap of my nursing bra, pinched the nipple to make it
stand up, and guided it to Stephanie's mouth. Her
sucking sounds were like a lullaby and my eyes closed.
I felt the flap of bra on the other breast being
opened and Sara's hand closed around my nipple. How
sweet, I thought. She wants to play with my breast.
Then her mouth closed around the nipple and she
started sucking. It was the first time Sara had
actually nursed on my milk other than licking up a few
drops during sex play. I put my arm around her and
pulled her close.
"Suck all you want, Sara. I have enough for all of
us." The pleasure was indescribable. Sara kept my
nipple in her mouth while her hand moved to my pussy.
Her fingers found their way inside and started my
climb to an orgasm. I was being milked and finger
fucked at the same time. She was pleasuring me at both
ends. I could hear Sara moan in between sucks. Her
lips vibrated my nipple while her tongue circled
around the tip. I even felt her chew a bit, a
sensation guaranteed to send me over the edge. I was
in total ecstasy at being so well used. This time I
really came hard. It's a wonder my thrashing around
didn't bounce us all off the bed.
We seem to have gotten the sex out of our systems for
a while. Sara's SATs were coming up and she needed a
high mark to get into her preferred college. She spent
her time studying and doing practice exams. I helped
as much as I could her with math and science, my
specialties. While I hadn't been attending class, I
read everything I could on the internet. Both MIT and
Harvard had posted free lectures and I'm sure I
learned much more than I could from the last semester
of high school.
Sara's SAT week was over. She came home overjoyed. "I
really nailed those exams, big brother. Thanks ever so
much for your help."
We sent out for Chinese and, since Sara was now over
eighteen, opened a bottle of wine. One of the good
ones. The evening was very festive. Sara had nothing
important for school, all she had to do was wait until
the college acceptances poured in. Together we split
the bottle. Both of us were a little woozy, not drunk
but just sufficiently high that our inhibitions were
relaxed and we slurred a few words now and then.
After dinner Sara turned to me and asked, "Steve, I
want you to do me a big favor. You may not want to but
I'll ask anyway."
"What is it?
"I want you to switch with me for a couple of days. We
can do it over a weekend. You don't even have to go to
school, I'll call in sick."
"But why on earth would you want to switch?"
"I want to experience what it feels like to nurse a
baby and give milk. I want to play with a set of big
boobs and suck my own titties. I want you to finger
fuck me and give me repeated orgasms. I see how you
respond when we make love. You can cum and cum without
stopping. You have told me about how much you enjoyed
fucking Mom from the inside and I want to experience
the same thing. I may never get the chance after I go
away to college."
"OK Sara. If that's what you really want. But remember
that there is a problem being Mom. If she should get
one of her "urges" when you are in her body it may
take days before you are over it. I took me months
before I could control them and even then I had to
give in once in a while."
"I'll take the chance, Steve. I really want to do it."
We fed and diapered Stephanie and put her in her crib.
Fortunately she was a very good sleeper and rarely
awoke during the night. Sara and I walked hand in hand
to the bedroom and slowly undressed each other,
touching and caressing as we removed each article of
clothing. It wasn't really a seduction but a form of
foreplay. I kissed her nubile breasts, now a definite
C cup, and laid her out on the bed. Usually when we
went to bed, Sara was the sexual aggressor, responding
to my needs. This time I took the initiative. I
started by stroking her lithe body. It was so sleek
and young. She seemed tense so I rubbed her shoulders
to get her to relax. I could feel that she harbored
some doubts about switching. It would be an adventure
to a strange land.
"Remember Sara, when you are in Mom's body, don't do
anything to hurt it. Don't bite your tits too hard or
shove anything too big up your cunt. I may have to
live with Mom's body for a long time and the baby
needs the boobies. Now, how do you want me to do it?
After all, it's your party."
"I'd like you to start with a massage, then slowly
work your hands up to my cunt. Play with my pussy lips
for a while before you put anything inside. And while
you're doing that, I want to suck the milk out of your
boobies. After that we can play it by ear or by mouth.
And when you feel me starting to cum, tell me that you
love me. That's really important."
I did as she asked. Sara had given the whole process
much thought and had planned out every little detail
or having an orgasm. I did deviate from her plan a
bit, not in the essentials but in the sequence. I
massaged her body and legs then started to work
upward. As my head passed her mound I couldn't resist
licking the sensitive pussy lips and clit.
Sara twisted and moaned as I left the clit and moved
upward. Her hands cupped my right breast and she
pulled the nipple to her mouth. I felt the pleasure of
lactation. She worked over my tit like a woman
possessed, kneading and clutching it while never
missing a suck. My fingers were in her cunt, moving in
and out while my thumb worked around her clit. I felt
Sara's body start to writhe beneath me.
Just before she came I whispered "I love you, Sara."
That sent her over the edge. Her legs quivered, hips
rose to meet the motion of my fingers. She gave a
final convulsion and climaxed hard. I felt the wedge
come between us and I was sucking, almost biting,
Mom's tit while Mom's fingers were buried in my
vagina. The afterglow of the orgasm was delightful.
It was strange to be in Sara's body after so long. She
was colt like and moved with the easy grace of a teen
ager.
Of course she didn't have two melon sized breasts to
weigh her down. Sara, on the other hand was like a kid
in a candy store with Mom's body. She had both hands
around Mom's breasts and was feeling them all over.
"Oh, Steve, I never realized how nice these were and
how good they feel. Give me an orgasm quick."
"But Sara, You just had one."
"I know Steve but I want, no, I need another. Please
do it before I explode."
I spread Sara's legs and tongued her to another
climax. "It's so nice, Steve. I can cum over and over.
Do it again while I suck my tits dry."
"OK Sara, but then you will really have to get some
sleep. Remember that you have to nurse Stephanie in a
few hours."
"Just do it Steve. I so need it." So I did it. And
twice more before she went to sleep still clutching
her big breasts in her hands.
Three hours later Stephanie woke up for her early
morning feeding. I nudged Sara to wake her up and
brought the baby to her. She put Stephanie to her
breast. Stephanie latched on and began to suckle.
"Oh, Steve, this is so wonderful. I'm actually feeding
a baby. My breast feels so good with milk coming out.
And I'm getting a little tingle in my cunt. is this
the way it always is?"
"I'm not sure Sara. I've only been in Mom's body so I
have nothing to compare it with. But Mom told me that
she always enjoyed nursing. And knowing Mom, she could
get sexual stimulation from just about everything she
did."
When Stephanie finished, I checked her diaper and put
her back in her crib.
"How was it Sara? Did you like being a mother?"
"I loved it! I still have plenty of milk in my
breasts. Why don't you get in bed with me and help me
suck the rest out."
I slid into bed beside Sara. She was already sucking
one of her breasts. Sara pulled my head to the same
breast and both of our mouths tried to suck the same
nipple. Our tongues intertwined and both of our hands
were kneading the tit to force the last drops of milk
out.
"That one's done," said Sara. "Let's work on the
other. It feels so good when we do it together."
So in a cooperative manner we emptied the other
breast. I sucked a bit, then Sara sucked, and we
traded the nipple back and forth holding each other's
hands around the tit, sucking until it was empty. We
fell asleep, arms wrapped around each other.
I awoke in the morning to a gentle motion of our bed.
Sara was clearly on an exploration of the sexual
delights of Mom's body. She had her hands around her
big breasts again and was clutching and squeezing
them. "Oh, Steve," she said. "Mom has so much to play
with. This feels much, much better than when I do it
to myself. The nipples are fabulous. I could suck on
them for hours. You were right. Fucking Mom from the
inside is fantastic. I should have done this the last
time I was in Mom's body but all I could think of was
switching back to my own. I wasted the opportunity and
I want to make up for it now."
I kissed Sara and started to get up for a morning
shower.
"My legs, Steve. I adore Mom's legs. They are so long
and sexy. Make love to my legs."
I turned and looked at her. Mom's legs were indeed
gorgeous. Thin ankles which widened out to full
calves, narrowed a bit at the knees then proceeded up
strong thighs to a tight ass. The way Sara was lying
they formed an arrow leading directly to her mound and
all the delights inside. It was all I could do not to
throw myself on Mom's legs and work myself up to her
cunt.
"We have plenty of time, Sara. You don't have to do
everything at once."
"But Steve, I want to do everything at once. Two days
isn't enough to get in a lifetime of pleasure. I've
missed so much."
"Don't worry Sara. I'll help you make up for it after
breakfast. Now I'm going to take a shower."
When I came out of Mom's shower I saw the Sara was
giving herself an orgasm. She was fingering her cunt
gently and delicately.
"I had to do it again, Steve. Mom's body is such a
playground. I can see now why you needed to fuck her.
I was a bit jealous before. I wanted you all for
myself but having sex in Mom's body is like an
addiction. I'll bet with a vibrator she can cum
continually."
I hadn't told Sara much about the Sybian but since she
wants to cum so much I'll have to show her. Maybe even
demonstrate it myself. It will save me from wearing
out my tongue. Not that I mind sucking Mom's juices.
They're great. In fact I think I'll give Sara's cunt a
good sucking right now to show her how much I love
her. And to get another taste of Mom. I couldn't do it
to myself when I was in her body.
Still unclothed from the shower, I lowered myself onto
Mom's showgirl legs and licked up toward her pussy. By
the time I got to her thighs Sara realized my
intentions.
"Steve, you ARE making love to my legs. Thank you. It
feels so nice. What are you doing now?"
I slowly pulled her hands away from her cunt and
substituted my tongue, licking all around the delicate
lips and into the vagina. The taste of Mom was
delicious. I sucked and tongued harder. I was both
Sara and Steve fucking our Mom. I sucked a mouthful of
the soft folds of Mom's pussy into my mouth and gently
chewed. I could feel the clit harden like a little
prick between my lips and teeth.
"Bite me Steve, bite me harder. Suck me, fuck me. BITE
me!"
Sara wrapped those long lovely legs around me and
pulled me tighter into her. Her hand went to my head
and held me close. I felt her hips start to move and
the muscles in her thighs vibrated. Her legs beat a
tattoo on my back. I knew from experience that Mom was
getting close to a major explosive orgasm
"That's it Steve. Suck me, bite me, fuck me, fuck me.
More, more. I'm cumming. I'm cumming NOW."
Sara shuddered and quaked for at least a minute and
then went limp.
"Thank you Steve. I never realized that someone could
cum like that. It was like I was in the center of an
earthquake. The world was spinning and all I could
feel was the wonderful fire in my pussy. Oh, thank
you!"
"And now", she went on. "let's eat breakfast. All this
exercise has made me hungry."
Except for one kinky incident, breakfast was an
anticlimax. Anything would be after that fuck. Sara
made some eggs and toast and I brewed coffee. We sat
down to the table as we always did on one of Sara's
school days. Fortunately we both like our eggs over
easy and both like whole wheat toast so cooking was
always without disagreement. Despite our bodies, we
were still brother and sister. I poured the coffee
into the cups and reached for the cream.
"Wait," said Sara. "I always wanted to do this."
She shrugged her robe off her shoulders and pulled out
one massive tit. She squeezed the end and directed one
stream of mother's milk into my coffee cup.
"Tell me when," she said.
The coffee turned a light beige. "When," I answered.
Then she did the same for her own.
"It's nice having your own private cow, isn't it?"
Sara said. "The milk is always fresh."
Surprisingly the coffee was very good. Sara's milk was
so sweet I didn't have to put any sugar in the coffee.
We even had a second cup with the same creamer.
We played with Stephanie, changed her diaper, and Sara
held her to her breast and fed her. Sara had a smile
on her face the whole time. She was enjoying the whole
process. I suppose nursing a baby is easier than
giving birth.
Sara and I dressed to go shopping in the supermarket.
We needed to replace our larder, fruits, vegetables,
and all that other stuff that I wouldn't eat as Steve.
In the store we met two of Sara's friends, Diane and
Julia. Julia was not a particularly close friend of
Sara but had been Steve's lab partner in science class
for two years. I don't think Mom knew her at all.
Diane came up to me and asked if I wanted to come over
to her house to see a new movie on DVD. I gave a non-
committal answer and said that I would call. What else
could I say. Julia asked Sara about Steve.
"I haven't seen him in school this semester. Is he all
right?"
Sara quickly explained that he was living with his
aunt in Europe for a year and was attending school
there.
"Well," Julia went on, "when you write him, tell him I
miss him a lot."
Julia was the paragon of "cool." Asking after Steve
was one of the more emotional things I had seen Julia
do in the years that I had known her. She and Diane
bid us goodbye and we went on with our shopping.
On the way home in the car Sara said "Watch out for
Diane. After her bad experience with boys, I think
that she has turned into a bit of a lesbian, or at
least is bisexual. Stacy said that Diane always had
the hots for me and would like to get me in bed. If
you go over to her house, she may rape you."
I remembered Diane's ass patting smile and her
fascination with Sara's boobs in the shower after the
softball game and I thought it might be entirely
possible.
"What about Julia?" I asked.
"I don't know much about Julia one way or the other,"
Sara went on. "She seems OK but I've never really been
close to her."
Just like in the movies I had a quick flashback. Sara
didn't know it but Julia and I, Steve, that is, had
been fucking since we were sophomores in high school.
Julia was in my sex education class and had been my
lab partner during chemistry classes. We had little in
common except curiosity and an interest in sports but
she was easy for me to talk to and we got along well.
Julia was regarded as a bit of a nerd by the other
girls and had few close friends in school. She didn't
read other people's emotions very well and tended to
be overly objective and brisk in her manner. This made
her an ideal lab partner but tended to not to win
popularity contests amongst the girl's cliques that
dominated social life in the school.
One day after chemistry class she asked me if I
believed all that stuff we had been hearing in the sex
education class. I had to admit that I thought it was
pretty "goodie goodie." The school board had
apparently bought the "Just Say NO" line and had
instructed teachers to get with the program.
Julia said, "I think we should experiment a bit and
find out the real facts before we buy into the
propaganda."
This surprised me. I had often thought of Julia in a
sexual way. But then I had 16 year old fantasies about
just about every girl in school. I realized that
nothing would ever come of it. Not that Julia wasn't
attractive. Without her thick glasses she actually
looked very good. It was all in the attitude. I felt
that if I approached her she would simply laugh at me.
"If you are not doing anything special after school,
why don't you take a little bike ride with me? My
folks have a cabin down by the lake and we can go
swimming and have a couple of Cokes."
I accepted, more out of curiosity than anything else.
We biked down to the lake, about four miles from
school. Julia's folks cabin was in a secluded cove and
had a little swimming beach up front. Although crowded
on the weekends, few people were around the lake on
weekdays. Julia suggested that we take a dip in the
cool water and then have a couple of Cokes before we
biked back.
The only trouble was that I didn't have a swim suit.
"No problem," said Julia. "I often swim without one.
There is never anyone around. Besides I've seen almost
all of your body when you are swimming in the school
pool and the rest of you shouldn't look any different
from what we've been seeing in the sex-ed classes."
Her logic was unassailable. We both stripped, although
I must admit that I felt a little uneasy. She had a
very attractive figure, athletic and well-toned. No
surprise since she played on most of the girls' sports
teams. Then we dashed for the water. I tried not to
look directly at Julia but obviously that's not what
she had in mind. The water covered most of us but it
was as clear as glass.
Julia came over to me and said, "Let me see your penis
close up. I want to see if it looks like the pictures
in class."
She reached out and grabbed my cock. No hesitation at
all. I was almost paralyzed by shock. This was the
first time a girl my age had ever touched my private
parts.
"It's bigger than I thought," said Julia. "How do you
make it hard?"
With her hands on my balls and cock she led me back to
the beach. We sat down on the sand and Julia examined
me closely. Purely scientifically you understand.
She ran her hands over my penis and weighed my balls
as if she was selecting oranges. All that touching was
having an effect on me. Julia was nearsighted and
without her glasses had to get close to things to see
clearly. She moved her head so near my penis that I
could feel her breath.
"Oh, look. It's getting hard now. Where does it feel
best when I touch it?"
"Just keep doing what you are doing, Julia. It feels
great all over." It was apparent that this bike trip
was turning out differently from what I expected. I
might as well take advantage of the opportunity. Teen
hormones have a powerful influence on one's decisions.
"Steve, the end is getting big and red and you are so
hard. Are you sure it doesn't hurt? Should I stop
touching it?"
"No Julia. What you are doing is fine. You might try
moving your hand up and down a bit. And squeeze a
little harder. That will make it feel better."
She kept rubbing with one hand while she held my balls
with the other. I started to feel the telltale signs
of a climax coming on and I tried to warn her.
"Julia, if you don't stop now, I'm going to cum and a
lot of white stuff will come out the end. It's just
like they told us in sex ed class."
"I can see something coming out now Steve. It's clear,
not white. Can I rub a bit more?"
"Rub as much as you want Julia. But if you keep doing
it I'm soon going to cum. I don't think I can stop it"
I tried to keep my voice calm just as if it was an
experiment in chemistry lab but I'm not sure I
succeeded.
"I don't want you to stop it. I want to see you cum."
I could feel the tension in my groin and my cock began
to throb. Julia's hand job was much better than my
masturbation. I realized that I had lost control when
my cock started to jerk.
"Julia, I'm CUMMING!" I shot a blast of white cum into
the air and over Julia's hands. She kept stroking and
I had a small second climax.
"That was very interesting Steve. They never told us
about any of that in class. Tell me exactly what you
felt."
After Julia wiped her hands and the rest of the cum
off my cock she brought us some Cokes and then started
to ask questions. Both of us were still nude. I guess
she really was curious. I told her the best I could
about how my prick felt when she was rubbing it and
the intense feeling I got when she made me cum. Again,
none of that was ever covered in sex ed. I also told
her how my cock got soft after having had a
ejaculation.
While I was talking I saw Julia casually drying her
own body with a towel. She seemed to spend an
inordinate amount of time drying her tits and between
her legs.
"Do you feel anything like what I felt?" I asked.
"Well sort of. My nipples got hard when I was rubbing
you, just like your cock, and I wanted to touch my
cunny. No. I really wanted you to touch my cunny. I
want to feel just like you felt. Do you want to touch
me?"
Julia lay back on the sand. I didn't know what to do
but she started giving me instructions just like she
was reading the directions for a lab experiment.
"First put your fingers on my breasts. Gently now.
Then start stroking around the areola. When the
nipples get hard you can use a little more force. Yes,
that's the way. I can feel a tingle all the way down
my body."
"Now keep one hand on my nipple and move the other
between my legs. Feel how soft I am down there. Not
like you at all. Move your fingers around the soft
skin. There is a little button near the top. Don't
touch it until I tell you. Rub your fingers on the
soft lips until you feel them start to swell."
I did just as she asked. Julia lay flat for a few
moments and then she started rolling her body back and
forth. Her hips rose and fell slightly in time with my
finger motions. I could tell that she was getting
excited.
"Now put one finger into the hole and move it in and
out a bit. That's perfect. Do it a little harder but
don't forget about the nipple."
I moved my fingers in her cunt according to her
directions. I guess I was following instructions
satisfactorily because she turned her head to me and
said, almost matter-of-factly, "Steve, kiss the nipple
you are touching. Kiss it hard. Suck it a bit. And put
your hand on the button in my cunny and rub it. Don't
stop moving your fingers in and out."
Julia's nipple was hard. It had grown to the size of a
small grape and seemed to get darker. I put my lips
around it and rubbed it with my tongue, then sucked.
Julia put her hand on my head and pulled me tighter
against her breast. "Suck harder," she said. My free
hand found her clitoris and I stroked that softly. I
felt Julia start to squirm under me and her hips began
to move. Her legs got tight and her feet danced little
dance on the sand.
"Steve," she said in a casual conversational voice
just as if she was discussing a class project. "I'm
going to cum. Keep doing everything just the same way
but rub a little faster on the clit. I'm getting
higher. Now I can feel it go from my clitoris to all
over my body. It feels so good. I wish it could last
but I think I'm going to cum now. Yes, I'm cumming
NOW." She gave a final spasm, then totally relaxed.
"Well, that was nice." she said. "It wasn't like sex
education class at all. I learned so much. Thank you
Steve."
That was the start. We had given each other orgasms
but we had never even kissed. I couldn't shake the
feeling that for Julia sex was an intellectual and
athletic exercise. Physically very pleasant and good
for the body but not something to get worked up about.
Over the next year we visited Julia's beach house
about once or twice a week when the weather was good
enough to bike.
About two weeks after our first encounter we had a
mutual virginity losing session and kept up fucking
for the rest of the year. That means that we fucked at
least 50 times, probably many more since sometimes we
did it a couple or three times a session. We finally
got around to kissing but we were not lovers, not
really, although we were probably much more physically
intimate than most of our high school classmates.
Rather we were friends with privileges. Sometimes I
took the lead and explored her body. Sometimes she
explored mine. We were still lab partners.
It never occurred to me that Julia could get pregnant
from our encounters. What did I know, I had been a 16
year old virgin. It was only after we had been
intimate for some time that Julia admitted that she
was taking birth control pills. Her mother, raised in
Sweden, had given her a prescription as a 16th
birthday present. Sort of like a "coming of age"
present. Ever practical Julia had started taking them
after our first visit to the beach house.
On one memorable afternoon Julia came equipped with
two washable Magic Markers, the kind they sell for
kids. She insisted that we strip and then fondle and
caress each other all over. When we found an area that
gave one of us pleasure, we would circle it with a
Magic Marker, red if it was a really hot area, blue if
it was just so so. We were drawing a map of our
erogenous zones on our bodies. Then Julia photographed
me and I took pictures of her to keep for a record of
our research. We washed off the physical evidence by a
dip in the lake. Then we practiced what we learned by
an extended make out session.
Our visits to the beach house were not a continuous
orgy. We usually biked there after school, almost
always on a weekday since the lake was too crowded on
weekends. If the weather was warm enough we would
swim, then sit quietly and talk about whatever entered
our minds, classes, news, the movies, and sports. I
would fondle Julia and she would fondle me. Our hands
roamed over each other's bodies, exploring intimate
places while our conversation continued. When the
physical tension rose to the point where it intruded
on what we were saying to each other, either Julia or
I would say, "Let's do it." And do it we did.
Julia would wrap her lithe body around mine and my
hard cock would find her vagina. She never did
anything halfheartedly. When we fucked, we really
fucked, moving, plunging, gasping, writhing to mutual
climaxes. We would stop only when we were out of
breath, exhausted. It was like a 100 yard dash rather
than a marathon. We gave our all to each other. And
when we caught our breath, we continued our talk where
we left off. It was like people who live near an
airport. When a plane flies overhead, all conversation
stops, only to pick up when it is again quiet. If we
had the time and desire, we made love a second time.
And once in a while a third time.
Despite the lack of passion, or maybe because of the
lack of passion, all of our experiences were mutually
satisfactory. They weren't quite the emotional mind
blowing orgasms that I later experienced with Mom, or
Sara, but they were very satisfactory, nevertheless.
We explored just about every type of sexual
gratification. It was like a private sex education
class. If something didn't feel good for both of us,
we simply stopped doing it. Sometimes too much of a
good thing is simply too much.
We served as each other's emergency dates for school
functions where we didn't have a date of our own.
Although we were good friends, there was little sense
of romantic involvement. That's why I was so surprised
at the supermarket encounter. Julia must have cared
more than she dared to admit.
During the car ride home, I noticed Sara squirming in
the seat and I asked her what the problem was.
"Steve," she said, "I hate to admit it but I think I
need another orgasm. My cunt has that longing empty
feeling and I need something inside of me. Oh, how I
wish you were back as Steve and could use your penis."
"Me too, Sara, me too."
When we got home, Sara had difficulty going up the
walk. I wheeled baby Stephanie's stroller back into
the house. Stephanie had fallen asleep during the car
ride and we didn't want to wake her. Sara could hardly
keep her hands away from her cunt.
"Do something, Steve. Help me."
After we put the groceries away I told Sara to take
off her clothes and come into Mom's bedroom. I had
something I wanted to show her. We both stripped, Sara
even faster than me. By this time she had a look of
almost agony on her face.
I pulled Mom's Sybian from the closet and showed it to
her. She had seen pictures of one but never the actual
thing.
"Sara, this will give you all the climaxes you can
handle but it is very addicting. Mom used it during
her "urges." I used it a couple of times myself too."
"Hurry, Steve. What do I do?"
"I'll show you," I said. To tell the truth, I wanted
to try it myself in Sara's body.
I put the Sybian on the floor in front of Mom's
dressing mirror and selected one of the smaller penile
attachments. I used a little of Mom's lubricant so
that it would fit into Sara's recently virgin cunt.
Then, I straddled the machine and slid the rubber
penis into me. Hesitatingly, I turned on the vibrate
switch. And I gasped and bucked and tensed and had a
huge orgasm in less than a minute. Sara's body just
wasn't used to this kind of stimulation. I noticed
that the vibrate control was set to less than a
quarter on. Sara would need much more practice with
this machine and I vowed to give it to her as long as
I was in her body.
"Hurry, Steve, I need help now!"
"OK Sara, let me set it up for you." I selected a
bigger penile attachment, the one that Mom usually
used, and lubricated it. I'm sure I didn't have to do
that at all since Sara's juices were obviously
flowing.
"Sara, straddle the machine the way you saw me do it
and sit down on this rubber prick. When you are
comfortable, rotate this knob to turn the vibration
on. If you want the prick to move in and out, rotate
the second knob. But be careful. The sensation is
pretty powerful."
I know it was Sara I was helping sit down on the
Sybian, but all my eyes could see was my lovely Mom,
the one I wanted to fuck. Steve's libido was getting
in the way again. It's too bad I couldn't switch with
the Sybian and fuck Mom over and over again. Mom's
legs had straddled the Sybian and she was pressing it
between her thighs. Her lovely thighs. I was jolted
out of my reverie by the sound of the machine
starting.
Sara had turned the vibrate knob to about the halfway
position. At first nothing seemed to happen, then her
eyes glazed and she began to moan. She leaned forward
and watched her tits dangle almost reaching her
thighs. She dropped the controller and reached for her
nipples, twisting and pulling them to increase the
sensations. She tried to raise one to her mouth and
suck it but the intensity of the feeling from her clit
distracted her. The dropped tit started oozing milk
which dripped down over her belly and thighs. She
threw her head back and gasped. I could tell that she
had orgasmed but she didn't stop the machine. I
reached for the control to shut it off but she pushed
my hand away and turned it all the way on.
"More, more" she cried. "I need more."
She rode the Sybian like I did the first time I tried
it, shuddering through orgasm after orgasm. I couldn't
believe I looked like that once. Her face was a mask
of passion. Her eyes were glazed and she breathed in
gasps. She pummeled and tore at her breasts, clutching
and twisting them. Ripples of muscular tension played
over her abdomen and thighs. Every few minutes she
shuddered and gasped. She was having orgasm after
orgasm. I was fascinated by the sight of pure lust.
After about 15 minutes of riding the machine, I
grabbed the controller from her fingers and turned it
off. Sara collapsed like a rag doll.
I helped her off the Sybian. Her knees were weak and
she could barely stand. I laid her in Mom's bed and
sat down next to her stroking her brow. Her eyes were
shut and she seemed to be asleep. Her pussy was red
and swollen and her juices gushed copiously. Finally
her eyes opened and focused.
"Oh Steve," she said, "that was awesome. I never
believed that a body could feel that way. It was just
pure unadulterated sex. I can't wait to try it again."
"I think you better wait a while, Sara. Your pussy is
a red as an apple. Give it a chance to cool off. I'm
going to be wearing that body after tomorrow and I
would like to be able to sit down."
I went to the bathroom to get a cool washcloth. When I
came back Sara had shut her eyes and was taking a
catnap. Pure sex is tiring. I looked at Sara's or
Mom's pussy. Sometimes I forget which is which. It was
still red but the swelling was starting to go down.
Her fragrant juices were still oozing out. Naturally I
couldn't let Mom's orgasms go unappreciated. So I put
my face down and licked her clean. Then I put the
washcloth in place to cool her down.
"That was nice Steve," I heard Sara mumble. Then she
slept for about an hour.
Sara had two more sessions with the Sybian before we
switched back. By the last session she had gained so
much control over her body that she could raise a
breast to her mouth and suck milk out of the nipple
while simultaneously having orgasm after orgasm. It
would be something I had to try after I was in Mom's
body again.
After we switched back Sara confessed that she was
sexed out. "I've cum so many times that I don't think
I'll have sex for a year - maybe even longer."
It didn't work out that way. By the next week she was
sharing my bed again, sucking my tits, licking my
pussy and making me cum. And I did the best I could
for her.
***
The next year passed quickly. Mom and Aunt Amy never
contacted us so we assumed that they were not coming
back. Mom's bank account grew and a prudent bank
investment advisor suggested a couple of no-load
mutual funds for most of the money. The funds
prospered. This was during one of the go, go years for
the stock market.
We lucked out. Within a short time our investments had
grown to several million dollars. Since I was Mom to
all intents and purposes, I had full control of the
money. With the investment advisor's help I set up an
unbreakable trust fund for Sara, sold the stocks near
the peak, and deposited the proceeds in a Swiss bank
where it would be safe if Mom and Aunt Amy should try
to recover it.
Sara did very well on her SATs and had her choice of
several top ranked colleges. She finally decided on a
small, elite liberal arts college about 40 minutes
from home. Our New England town is ringed by colleges
so the choice was easy. It was close enough to come
home to on weekends but not so close that I would drop
in unannounced. Little Stephanie grew like a weed,
walked and talked by her first birthday. My OB advised
me to stop breast feeding by the time Stephanie was
one year old. I had pretty much the same thought
myself since she was growing a wicked set of teeth.
Sara insisted that I go on the pill after I stopped
breast feeding. Nursing, she informed me, is a natural
contraceptive. Once I had stopped nursing I would be a
welcome host for any vagrant sperm floating by.
"But I don't have any boyfriends," I told her.
"It makes no difference," she said. "If you get one of
your "urges" and I'm not there to help you, you might
grab the first guy you see and fuck his brains out."
Her logic was unassailable. I would get a prescription
for the pill the next day.
Sara and I had an odd relationship to those bumps on
my chest. My body image never quite accepted the fact
that my tits were normal body parts. I still had
enough of Steve in me to be astounded and aroused by
the sight every time I saw my naked image in the
bedroom mirror. I still wanted to fuck that woman in
the mirror. So I always had to touch my breasts, roll
the nipples and feel the erotic sensation just to make
sure that it was me.
Although my breasts were attached to my chest Sara and
I both treated them as conjointly owned sex toys. Sara
always got quite turned on by handling and caressing
my titties. Nursing from them almost always ended up
with her having a some form of climax. She would
squeeze, fondle and suck my tits. Eventually her hand
would sneak down to her clit. A few flicks and she
would cum. And, of course, I enjoyed her
manipulations. Whenever Sara and I had sex they got
more workout than if Mom was nursing quintuplets.
During my solo masturbation sessions, my breasts vied
with my cunt for attention. Nursing had made them grow
both in size and sensitivity. My boobs were a bounty
of flesh but they were more than that. They were an
endless source of pleasure and entertainment. I just
realized when writing this that when I thought of
anatomy the mounds on Mom's chest were breasts but
when I thought of sex they were boobs or titties. Oh
well "A rose by any other name - - -"
I enjoyed rolling each nipple, watching it get hard,
feeling the erotic sensation when I scratched it
lightly with my fingernail, watching the droplets of
milk ooze out when I squeezed the areola. I would
press my titties together, each caressing the other. I
played games with my nipples, seeing which one I could
get the biggest.
Breast play was usually a way station on the route to
a climax. I didn't intentionally fixate on my tits. I
caressed my legs and finger fucked myself, making sure
to always lick my fingers clean to savor my juices.
After an extended session with my tits, I was usually
so hot that just a few seconds of finger action on my
clit would send me over the edge to a resounding
climax..
It was too bad that I would have to stop nursing since
both Sara and I enjoyed the milky play with my boobs.
We both seemed to have a lactation fetish. In addition
to breast play during sex we both actually liked the
milk. It sounds sick but Mom was right. My milk WAS
delicious. I knew I could keep the milk flowing for a
while but it seemed a losing proposition. I would have
to stop eventually. We planned a long weekend goodbye
party for my milky tits. We would both do everything
possible to have fun with them from sucking the milk
from the nipples, to creaming the coffee with the
milk, to Sybian rides with each other nursing on the
boobs of the rider. We even planned a switch in the
middle of the weekend so Sara could get the full
experience too.
We would start off with a small dinner party for the
two of us featuring a dish made with my milk. That's
really kinky, isn't it. The starter would be a milk
punch, basically my milk on ice, and a shot of rum. We
would have creme brule for dessert. Of course I would
supply all the dairy products.
Sara and I milked my breasts for three days before the
feast just to make sure we had enough of the delicious
fluid. Since Stephanie wasn't breast feeding any more,
we should have plenty. I leaned over a bowl and worked
my boob from top to nipple to make sure I got every
drop. Sometimes I did one and Sara did the other.
Since I never owned a breast pump while I was nursing
Stephanie, I had to express every drop by hand. This
much breast manipulation was very stimulating. My
fingers were on my nipples constantly. I found that
from time to time I had to stop and relax just to let
the sexual tension die down.
When Sara helped, we milked me together. By the end of
three days we collected more than a quart. I suppose
my tits could have produced more but we were both
skimming off the output. I'm really going to miss my
daily sips.
The milk punch was the easiest. Ice, mother's milk,
and a big shot of dark rum. It tasted so good that we
had a second helping. We would have had a third but we
needed the milk for the other courses. What the hell,
screw the other courses, let's have another milk
punch. By this time we were both feeling a little
sloshed. We just had enough milk for the creme brule
so we decided to skip all the middle courses and go
directly to dessert.
Creme brule is made of egg yolk, milk or cream, and
sugar. It is a thickened custard, baked in an oven
with the top flamed in a broiler. We giggled a lot
when we were making it. When it looked like we
wouldn't have enough milk, Sara simply reached into my
blouse, pulled my big tit out of my bra, and squirted
a bit more milk into the pot. It was such a natural
and unassuming act that I wasn't even shocked. Sara
just felt that we both owned my tits and that she
could do anything she wanted with them. As I stuffed
my boob back into my bra I turned and kissed Sara on
the mouth. Then we went back to cooking.
The creme brule was excellent. That's an objective
statement. Even if it had not been made with my milk,
I would have judged it worthy of being served in a
fine restaurant. We washed it down with the last of
the rum punch.
Sara and I both tumbled into bed together. I had my
arms around Sara while she snuggled her head between
my breasts. She reached from one to the other, trying
to put them both into her mouth at the same time.
"I love you Steve. I want your titties. Give me your
titties." Sara had been clearly affected by the rum
punch. She slurred her words but it was hard to tell
because she had my nipple in her mouth and was sucking
the last remnants of my milk out of my boob.
Sara french-kissed me as her hand crept softly to my
cunt. We lay in each other's arms for minutes, almost
motionless except for her moving tongue and fingers. I
was melting into Sara's embrace. My whole
consciousness seemed to be concentrated on Sara's kiss
and the growing feelings in my cunt. My mind flowed
down my body until it was one with Sara's fingers. I
was all cunt. Nothing else. she stroked and stroked
and I came and came. Two orgasms in as many minutes.
It was wonderful.
Those milk rum punches must have potent aphrodisiac
qualities. I should patent the formula except I'm sure
that my overworked titties couldn't keep up with the
demand.
The punches also seem to have sleep inducing qualities
as well. Sara fell asleep in my arms with her fingers
still in my vagina. I fell asleep within a minute or
two as well.
I awoke as the first rays of the sun streamed through
the window. Sara was sucking ravenously at one
replenished breast. Her sucking sounds were almost
obscene, slurping and swallowing as if she couldn't
get enough. I tried to move her but she had latched on
so tightly that I couldn't budge her head. Suddenly I
felt Sara's body shudder. Her fingers must have been
in her cunt while she was nursing at my breast.
She was having a climax. I felt the wedge and I was
Sara. sucking on Mom's nipple and feeling the
afterglow of an orgasm. I realized too late that Sara
had planned the whole thing. She hadn't had an orgasm
for at least a day but had given me several. She was
now in Mom's body and could use it any way she wanted.
I was pretty pissed at Sara during breakfast. We had
planned to switch sometime during the week but at my
convenience, not hers. She tried to make it up by
serving me some coffee with her special cream. I must
admit that it helped. I couldn't stay mad at my sister
for long. But there was one thing that she hadn't told
me. Diane was coming over for lunch. Diane wanted
information on the colleges that Sara had visited. it
seemed an innocuous request.
Diane was Sara's close friend but Sara had been
avoiding being alone with her ever since Stacy had
said that Diane was hot for Sara's body. And who
wouldn't be, I thought. Sara had a lovely body. But I
was thinking like Steve again.
Diane came over and Sara, in Mom's body, conveniently
disappeared. She took Stephanie for a long walk in the
park. She would be gone for hours. Diane was quite
serious about the colleges. Her grades and SATs
weren't as high as Sara's and she had to wait for
acceptance. She wanted to find out which college to go
to should she be offered a choice. We sat close
together and looked at the catalogs for a while. I
could feel the heat from Diane's body. She put her
hand on my leg in a purely casual way and I didn't
shrug it off. That must have encouraged her because
she touched my boob while reaching for the next
catalog. I turned toward her and she kissed me on the
lips.
I had a mixed set of feelings. As Sara, I should have
been outraged but as Steve I wasn't at all disturbed.
Diane was an attractive girl who dried my hair and
played with my boobs in the gym shower. I didn't know
if Sara had any lesbian leanings but I was curious to
see where this would go. Making love to a woman would
not be a novel experience for me. After all, I had
made love to Sara as Mom and had Sara make love to me.
I knew pretty well what a woman's sexual capacities
were. But I had never had a lesbian come on to me and
I was curious about what would develop.
"I hope you don't mind Sara," said Diane. "I just had
to do it. I've wanted to kiss you for so long."
"Well, you could have done it after you played with my
boobs in the shower. I was sort of ready for it then.
I liked your hands on my boobs. Why didn't you kiss me
a long time ago?"
"I guess I was scared. I wasn't sure whether I liked
guys or girls and I was afraid to commit. But mostly I
was afraid of having you turn me down. We have been
such good friends and I didn't want anything to ruin
our friendship."
"What do you want to do now? We have a couple of hours
alone."
Diane seemed to be taken aback by her apparently
effortless seduction. I'm sure she never expected me
to give in so easily. What the hell, it was Sara's
body and I was Steve and would get to play around with
Diane as much as she played with me. From my point of
view it was a win, win situation. Diane could have the
fun of seducing me and I would get to fuck her and
Sara would miss out on all the sex. That would teach
her not to switch without asking me.
Diane said, "Could we go somewhere where we wouldn't
be disturbed?"
"Sure Diane, let's go to my bedroom."
This must have been blowing Diane's mind. She came
over expecting a hard seduction and now she was being
dragged off to bed. I better start playing it cool.
We got up to my bedroom and sat on the edge of the
bed. "What do you want me to do Diane? I've never been
with a girl before." I lied, of course but it was part
of my cool act.
"Let's just kiss for a while." said Diane. She put her
arms around me and softly kissed my lips. Diane was
shorter than me and had a fuller body. I suppose when
she matured she would get fat but right now she was
very comfortable. I felt her arms around me and one
hand clutched my ass cheek and squeezed. We kissed
some more, just getting acquainted. Within a few
minutes her hand moved to my breast and she started
gently caressing me.
"They are larger than I remember," said Diane. "I want
to feel them."
Without removing her lips from mine. she worked her
hand under my T shirt and put her hand on my naked
breast. She was gentle but insistent. My tit was being
caressed by someone who had done it before. Probably
many times. We were still kissing while her fingers
were playing with my nipple. Diane removed her lips
from mine. "Lie down on the bed," she whispered. I
laid myself down and Diane raised my T shirt. Both of
my breasts were now exposed.
"They are prettier than I remembered too. If you don't
mind, I want to kiss them." Diane lowered her head to
my chest and began to tongue my boobs. Her lips closed
around a nipple and she worked her tongue around and
around. This was more, and in a way better than I
expected. When Stacy said that Diane wanted to rape
me, I expected to be taken by force. Instead I was
being softly manipulated into compliance with Diane's
desires.
After a few minutes of playing with my tits I felt
Diane's hand working on my jeans. The button was
particularly hard to undo. "Wait a minute, Diane," I
said. "Let me help you." I opened the fastening and
let Diane put her hand under my panties.
"I love this," I whispered to Diane. "You shouldn't
have waited so long."
Diane took advantage of the opportunity. She pulled my
jeans and panties off. I was naked except for my socks
and the T shirt bunched around my neck.
"I hope you don't think I'm moving too fast," said
Diane as she lowered her face to my pussy. "I've
wanted to do this for such a long time."
I felt her tongue and lips on the delicate membranes
of my cunt. She was very good at cunt licking. I had
the feeling that I was being caught in my own trap. I
just was playing around with Diane, leading her on to
see what would develop but I was really being seduced.
I needed her to continue. Sara's body was demanding
it. I don't think I could have stopped. In fact, I'm
sure I couldn't stop.
"Do what you want, Diane. I love what you are doing to
me."
Diane kissed me and loved my cunt until I was
quivering with anticipation. Then she stopped. "Just a
minute Sara dear. Wait until I take my clothes off."
Within a minute she was naked and on the bed beside
me. Her body was nice, full and well padded. Her tits
were big and soft. Her hips were wide with fleshy
thighs. Steve's libido intruded with the thought that
she would be very comfortable to sleep with. Her mouth
returned to my cunt and she returned to her oral
stimulation.
"Diane, wait. I've got to do something for you. What
do you want me to do?"
Diane opened her legs slightly as an invitation. I
reversed my position so that my head was near her
cunt. We were going 69 within an hour of looking at
college catalogs. I dove for her pussy and wrapped my
arms around her full ass. Her thighs closed around my
head and I was buried in her warm soft body. And we
both tongued and sucked and chewed each other. For how
long I can't tell. It could have been just a few
minutes or an hour.
I lost all track of time. I was drowning in the gentle
pleasure of Diane's body. The feelings from my cunt
enveloped my entire body. I started shaking and
quivering. "Oh no," I thought. "I'm going to cum and I
don't want it so soon." Diane's thighs tensed and
vibrated as well, pulling me closer into her cunt. I
don't know who came first. It might have been me, but
Diane came immediately after. We held each other until
we could breathe naturally and then we sat up on the
bed.
Diane was the first to speak. "Sara that was wonderful
but I'm sorry I took advantage of you. You have every
right to be angry at me. I know that you aren't gay
but I pushed so many of your hot buttons today just to
get my hands on your boobs. I didn't expect to go all
the way with you."
"Don't worry about it Diane. I have a confession too.
I was leading you on just to see how far you would go.
It's just that when you started touching me and
kissing me, my body sort of took over and I didn't
know how to stop. No, that's not right. I didn't want
to stop. I'm glad we made love. It probably won't
happen again but we will still be friends."
I put my arms around Diane and kissed her
passionately. I was still feeling the afterglow of the
climax. "But," I said, "we better get dressed and
clean up. Mom is going to be back soon."
When Mom came back after a long walk in the park with
Stephanie, we were sitting on opposite sides of the
table passing college catalogs back and forth.
Obviously nothing had happened.
We were very cool to each other at dinner. Both of us
ate in silence. Finally I said, "Sis, we have got to
talk."
Sara knew what I was angry about and waited for me to
start.
"I'm a little peeved that you switched bodies with me
without telling me first. Not that I minded being you,
it's just that I like to have some choice in the
matter. After all, Mom gave her body to me to take
care of. You know that you can use it all you want.
When I get an "urge" I can't satisfy myself by myself.
I need your help. But what I'm really peeved about is
that you set me up with Diane without telling me. You
knew that she wanted to make out with Sara. Stacy told
you as much. And then you left me to fight her off.
Why did you do it?"
"I'm sorry Steve. I wasn't thinking clearly. I just
wanted Mom's body so badly for myself. You will get to
keep it forever but I didn't want to share it today. I
just have a couple of weeks to make love to Mom's body
until I leave for college. And, I'm really sorry about
not telling you about Diane. I just did it as a joke.
What happened? How did you fight her off?"
"I didn't. I was so mad at you that I fucked Diane."
"What! You fucked Diane in my body! How will I ever
talk to her now? What will I tell Stacy? Everyone will
think I'm gay."
"Don't get too upset Sara. Diane is a very nice
person. We started going over the college catalogs and
then she touched me. She touches you every time you
take a shower together in the gym. One thing led to
another and she kissed me. I didn't stop her. The next
thing I knew her hand was under my T shirt and on my
boob. I'll tell you this, Diane knows what to do with
boobs. Everything is sort of hazy after that but we
went 69 on your bed and sucked and tongued each other
to climaxes."
"Oh, my God!" exclaimed Sara. "Why didn't you stop?"
"I didn't want to stop. Diane's fingers are magic.
When she touched my cunt I was a goner. And her body
is so nice and soft. You should really try her
sometime. It's a nice relaxed fuck."
"But what will I say to her?"
"Don't worry Sara. I told her that I wasn't gay and
that this was just a spur of the moment weakness. We
were such good friends that I felt that we had to
experience each other at least once before we went off
to different colleges. I told her that she was
terrific in bed, which she really was, but that it
wouldn't happen again. We hugged and parted friends."
"Now, Sara," I went on, "if you still have some of
Mom's milk left in those big boobies, let's make
ourselves some of Mom's special rum punch and then we
can be friends."
We switched back just before Sara left for school. My
tits were so sore from overuse that I could barely
touch them for a week. But I tolerated the pain
because I loved replaying the memory of what made them
hurt. Too bad, my milk really was delicious and I will
miss those special rum punches.
***
It had now been almost six years since I switched with
Mom and she had given me her body. Stephanie was a big
girl now, five years old and was starting
kindergarten. Sara was finishing up her last year of
college and was interviewing for jobs at New York
publishing houses.
After every shower I examined myself closely in the
bathroom mirror to see if I could detect any obvious
signs of aging. There were a few of course. Mom's body
was now 44 years old, not yet menopausal but getting
there. There were slight wrinkles on her face. The
fashion magazines charitably called them laugh lines.
The rest of her body was in great condition. She still
had a fabulous set of boobs, a thin waist, a firm
abdomen, and those gorgeous legs. Three sessions a
week at the gym kept her muscles toned. She was still
the Mommy I wanted to fuck.
But to tell the truth, I was often bored to tears
during those weeks when Sara was gone. Naturally I
couldn't hang out with my high school friends that
still lived in the area. I couldn't participate in
sports. I wasn't going to college although I took
correspondence courses on the internet and read books
from the library vociferously.
Mom had few personal friends other than those she
exercised with at the gym although she had a number of
casual acquaintances. She was a member of a bridge
club and I played (badly) several times a month. I
also participated in library sponsored book
discussions. Managing the business had occupied most
of Mom's time. Now that the business was sold there
was little to keep me busy at home except Stephanie
and it is hard to have a grown up conversation with a
five year old.
Despite my anger at myself for not being able to
control my desires when I had an "urge" I often used
my body, Mom's body, for amusement when I had nothing
else to do. Playing with myself was much more fun than
watching a mindless sitcom on TV. In the evenings,
after I had put Stephanie to bed, I would plop myself
down on the living room sofa and turn on the
television for an hour or two before going to sleep
myself.
Often, when the program became unusually boring, I
would find myself touching my breasts or fondling my
legs. I usually didn't plan to do it. It more or less
just happened. I would free my boobies from their
confining bra, raise my titties to my mouth and suck
on my nipples until they became swollen and aroused. I
thought of my breasts and cunt as special friends,
always with me, always anxious to please, a source of
exquisite pleasure.
I caressed my legs, working my hands up the inside of
my thighs, and sneaked a few touches of my cunt lips
and clitoris. I rarely intended to give myself a full
blown climax. Just have a little fun. Usually I worked
myself up to a sexual plateau trying to hold Mom's
lovely body just on the edge of cumming as long as I
could. I approached and receded from the cliff of
orgasm. I watched with delight as my beautiful legs
went out of control, vibrating and tensing, my
muscular thighs shaking and starting to get rigid. I
even talked to myself, commenting on the pleasures I
was forcing my body to endure. "Fuck me, fuck me,
Steve," I cried out to myself. Then I tried to back
off to do it again.
I was trying to give myself small sips of sexual
arousal rather than a big gulp. Sometimes I could keep
myself almost on the edge of cumming for most of the
evening. I saw that as a triumph over my carnal
desires. But all too often I got carried away and the
force of the imminent climax was too much to resist. I
drove my fingers into my vagina and rolled my clitoris
with enough force to make me scream in ecstasy. I
plunged headlong into the abyss of orgasm, crying "I'm
cumming, I'M CUMMING!" When I did that a couple of
times an evening, who cared what was on TV.
Even though I had inhabited Mom's body for half a
dozen years, I still had Steve's psyche. When I made
love to Mom's body I did it as a young man would do,
caressing it, stroking it, sucking it, always happy to
have this compliant lovely, voluptuous woman at my
disposal. It was even better than that. Not only could
I feel all those soft, resilient female body parts
responding to the attention of my fingers but, as Mom,
I could feel all the wonderful sensations of my alter
ego's loving. The only thing I regretted was not
having a prick to fuck my own cunt. Having both a male
and female climax at the same time. Wouldn't that be
something?
There was nothing good on TV tonight so I went to Plan
B. I intended to spend the evening playing with my
boobies, my welcoming cunt, and the rest of my willing
body. This evening, after I put Stephanie to sleep and
finished up the household chores, I had a large glass
of wine, maybe two or three, but what the hell, I was
an adult. Then I went to my bedroom and turned on the
small TV. But I didn't watch the program. It was just
an excuse. I undressed to get ready for bed then
looked at myself in the full length mirror. I turned
slowly from side to side. As always, I was entranced
by the view. The reflection showed a slim, well-toned
woman with big beautiful breasts and great legs.
"I like the way I look," I said quietly to no one in
particular. "If I were a lesbian, I would love to "do"
me myself." I imagined myself sucking and licking a
mirror image of me and I got turned on by the very
thought. I could feel my nipples start to stiffen in
anticipation. How wonderful it would be to go 69 with
my own body, giving and receiving orgasms for hours.
Of course, I "did" myself often, at least a couple of
times a week, even when I didn't have an "urge."
I never thought of "doing" myself as masturbation.
Masturbation was something I had been warned about in
sex education classes. Only bad people masturbated.
The rest, including me, just pleasured themselves. But
I didn't much care what it was called as long as it
ended in an orgasm.
***
Once in a while I got some sexual fulfillment from
people other than Sara. myself and the Sybian. At the
start of Sara's junior year I visited her college to
try to audit a course in physics as a supplement to my
internet education. I was allowed to audit the course,
sitting in the back of the classroom. Even though I
didn't have to take any exams, I took copious notes.
Professor Brian Milner, a distinguished looking man a
few years older than Mom and a visiting scholar from
England, was curious about this mature attractive
woman who was attending class in a subject usually
unpopular with females.
After the second class meeting he tried to strike up a
conversation. We exchanged a few words and then he had
to leave for another class. He suggested that I take a
seat up front so that I could hear the lecture better
in the large hall. There were plenty of seats in the
front of the classroom. Most of the undergraduates
preferred to sit in the back so they could get out of
the hall quickly when the bell rang.
Seated up front I could certainly hear better and see
the diagrams on the blackboard. Professor Milner got a
better view too. It was almost funny to see him
attempting not to stare at my legs. By the end of the
second week I took to wearing short skirts instead of
my regular knee length skirts or jeans just to tease
him. In one lecture I crossed and uncrossed my legs
several times as he fumbled with his notes and tried
to concentrate on his lecture.
I also gave up floppy sweatshirts in favor of a loose
blouse with a V neck that revealed a lot of cleavage.
That was too much for him. One of the course
requirements was attending professorial office hours
for academic counseling. The professor asked me to
come to his office to discuss my academic plans. Of
course I had no academic plans at all but I decided to
go just for the hell of it.
When I got to the office he showed me to a seat beside
his desk. The office was furnished in a manner typical
of any senior professor, a desk and chairs, a beaten
up couch, bookcases all around, and photos and
diplomas adorning the walls. He shut the office door
and I heard the lock click. "That's just so we won't
be disturbed, " he said. Then he turned to me.
"Cindy," he said, "I don't know what to do about you.
You are very distracting. You must know that I can't
keep my eyes off you during lectures and it makes me
forget my place. Some of the students joke that I am
getting senile."
"Well, I suppose I could wear more conservative
clothes."
"It's not the clothes. Half of the girls in the class
dress more revealingly than you. It's just that you
are so bloody beautiful."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I'm going to have to ask you to either go out with me
or drop the class. I just can't go on staring at you.
I know that it is very unprofessional of me to try to
date one of my students. It is a serious breach of
academic ethics. But then you aren't actually a
student. Auditors don't count."
"I suppose I could think about it."
"Please," he said, almost pleadingly. "I just can't go
on this way. I dream about you at night and I can't
wait for the class to start during the day. And it's
just so I can get a look at you. I almost had a heart
attack when you crossed your legs last week. I wanted
to drop my notes and crawl to you on hands and knees
to get under your skirt. When you started wearing
those open neck blouses I took any excuse to move
around the classroom so I could sneak a look at your
breasts. You've got to help me."
I realized that I was getting a bit wet from the turn
that the conversation had taken. He was quite a
handsome man. Maybe he could become more than just a
classroom instructor.
"Perhaps we could go out," I said. "But just for a
trial. When would you like to pick me up?" What I was
really thinking though was "Victory! I still have
enough sex appeal to reduce a man to a quivering
puppy."
I got up to leave the office and the professor rose as
well. While I was trying to open the lock I felt his
arm around my waist. I turned to face him to express
my indignation but before I could get any words out he
smothered my lips with a kiss. It wasn't at all bad.
He certainly knew how to kiss. The next thing I knew
he had lifted me off the floor and deposited me on the
couch. His hands and mouth were all over my body.
"What are you doing? Don't tear my blouse."
"If you stop fighting me I won't tear your clothes but
I've got to have you. Right now."
"All right. I won't scream. Just let me loosen my
skirt and take off my blouse."
I removed my skirt and blouse. I was clad only in my
bra and panties. His eyes bulged. "My God, you are
more magnificent than I imagined."
He pushed me back to the couch and I heard the zipper
as he undid his fly. Within seconds he pulled my
panties aside and drove his huge cock into me. By that
time I was so wet that he plunged all the way in. I
could feel the head of his cock hit my cervix. He
drove in and out like a man possessed. It was the
first time I had a real cock in me since Steve and I
switched years ago. It felt wonderful.
"Wait," I said. "If you are going to rape me don't
forget about my breasts. They need attention too. You
might as well give me the full treatment."
I'm sure those words startled him. His rape had a
willing accomplice. He stopped fucking, undid my bra
and pulled out both boobs. He squeezed them and pulled
them and shoved one in his mouth. He sucked so hard I
thought he would swallow me. With a mouth full of tit
he started driving in and out again. I could tell that
he was getting close to ejaculating. I was not yet
ready to cum. It had happened so quickly.
"Slow down a bit and we can cum together," I said.
"Suck on my nipple a bit more. I'll tell you when I am
ready."
He followed my instructions and slowed his pace. I
think he realized that I would not shout "rape" and
that he had more than enough time to give us both a
really great climax. I grew more and more excited and
I could feel my body responding as it always did. He
chewed and sucked my nipples, moving from one tit to
the other. I was getting near the peak.
"OK," I almost shouted. "Fuck me hard." He did, and we
both came together in a shattering pair of orgasms.
We both lay there for several minutes. I finally sat
up and stuffed my boobs back into my bra. He zipped up
his fly. He would obviously have to wash the semen
stains off his pants but I'm sure he could disguise it
by faking a coffee spill in his crotch. Lukewarm would
be best. I wouldn't want his magnificent cock
scorched. I fastened my skirt, adjusted my clothes and
I looked just like any unkempt college student. Except
for the laugh lines on my face, of course.
"Was that quick fuck it? Do you still want to go out
with me?"
"Of course I do. I can pick you up tomorrow night and
we can go out to dinner and a few drinks. I have your
address from the class registry. Say about 7:30."
I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He unlocked the
door and I left the office. The whole thing had taken
less than one hour, probably a record for
teacher/student seduction.
To make a long story short, he came over on time. We
had a wonderful dinner, a few drinks, and a long night
of lovemaking. That was the start of a wonderful
relationship. My cunt got regularly plowed by his
prick for the rest of the academic year. Brian was a
wonderful lover and discharged what seemed to be a
pint of sperm in me every time we fucked. I am
thankful that Sara had the sense to put me on the pill
otherwise I might have had triplets.
One night was particularly memorable. We had tickets
to attend the ballet in Boston. I had a baby sitter
come over for Stephanie since I might not be back
until very late. We drove to the city and had an
excellent dinner in a posh restaurant and then saw a
performance of Swan Lake by the touring Royal Ballet.
By the time that the ballet was over, it was quite
late. Too late to return home. I called the baby
sitter, an older lady, who agreed to stay over. Then
we took a room at a downtown hotel near the ballet
theater.
Brian had ordered a bottle of champagne to be sent up
to the room and we toasted each other than prepared
ourselves for bed. We had no night clothes but the
hotel conveniently provided a pair of terry cloth
robes. I showered, undressed, put on the robe and sat
on the edge of the bed waiting for Brian to come out
of the shower. As he came out, he dropped his
wristwatch and got down on his knees to look for it.
His eyes glanced upward taking in my almost nude body
and slightly spread legs.
From his kneeling position he sprang up and pushed me
backward on the king sized bed. He threw himself on
top of me. My legs spread wide as I fell and then
closed around him, my thighs around his waist and my
full calves pressing against his buttocks. Our heads
almost collided saved only by lip to lip contact that
merged into a long wet kiss.
Brian slowly worked his body down mine, kissing my
neck and the front of my throat. He paused at the
valley between my breasts, breathing in the heady
scent of my body and the perfume that I had
thoughtfully applied. He turned his head sideways and
managed to push the nipple of one breast into his
mouth for a few sucks before continuing down my flat,
slightly heaving belly.
I lay quietly, reveling in the sensuous whole body
contact. I knew where I was being taken and had the
good sense to let Brian be the total master. I
completely forgot that I was a man in a woman's body.
Tonight I was all woman and I reveled in the feeling
of sexual liberation. By this time Brian had moved
down to my mound. I placed my hands lightly on his
head to guide him to the right places. His head was
between my legs and I tensed and relaxed my thigh
muscles.
Brian moved lower, gently licking the outer lips of my
vagina. I spread the lips apart with my fingers giving
him better access to the juicier parts inside. "That
feels so very good, professor. Remember," I teased
"I'm just a school girl. Eat my young pussy."
Brian put his hands on my thighs and pulled them
towards his head. I got the hint and held him captive
with my strong legs. He intertwined his fingers with
mine as we both manipulated my cunt lips. His tongue
found my clitoris and he started licking. It was a
wonderfully intimate moment. He and I were both
holding hands as we caressed my cunt. As Brian sucked
my clitoris my legs started involuntary shaking. We
kept it up for almost half an hour approaching and
receding from near climaxes.
Finally I couldn't hold out any longer. I could feel
my orgasm starting from my toes and working its way up
my legs. They began to quiver, a sure sign. My muscles
tightened and my legs became rigid. I pressed Brian's
head into my cunt. What he was doing felt so
wonderful, I couldn't resist telling him. The words
just bubbled out.
"Brian, I' going to cum. You are making me cum. Oh,
yes. My cunt is on fire. I'm cumming. I'm cumming NOW.
YES, YES! I'M CUMMING!" I heard myself shout as I
thundered to a monumental orgasm.
Brian hugged my still quivering body. "That was just
the appetizer. I'm not done yet." He massaged my body,
arms, breasts and torso. I hovered in a post orgasmic
state, satisfied but wanting much more. As Brian
manhandled me I grabbed his rigid cock and shoved it
into my dripping hole. Again I wrapped my legs around
his body, this time determined not to let him wriggle
free.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck your student, Professor.
Suck my big titties, make me cum again." The words
were turning us both on. Brian had almost forgotten
that I was his adoring student as well as his lover.
My words seemed to give an illicit and perverse spice
to our coupling. He began to move his hips, slowly at
first, then faster and faster.
My hips rose to meet his. His cock pistoned in and out
of my well lubricated cunt. I could look between our
bodies at every stroke and reveled in the vision of
his cock plunging in and out of me. My breasts
squeezed between our bodies. I reached up and pinched
one of my nipples, tighter and tighter. The erotic
pain heightened my ecstasy.
Brian's entire consciousness was centered on his
penis. Nothing mattered except fucking me. He stroked
harder and faster, driving his full weight onto me
each time. His arms gripped my ass, pulling me upward
as his cock drove down. I could feel the prelude to
his ejaculation. He couldn't hold it any longer. With
a final mighty thrust he exploded sending streams of
cum into my vagina. His body collapsed on top of me,
his still hard cock in my cunt.
I knew that Brian was about to climax well before it
happened. We had been lovers long enough for me to
recognize his telltale pre-orgasmic signs. I was
determined to join him in a simultaneous orgasm. I
tightened my legs around his body, squeezing my vagina
to press his thrusting cock into direct contact with
my swollen clitoris. I pinched even harder on my
nipples. Within a very short time I could feel my body
responding as it always did during my solitary sex
play. I was on autopilot now rising higher and higher
on waves of pleasure during each of Brian's strokes.
My mind exhibited a strange dissociation from my body.
It was if I was standing beside the bed watching Brian
and myself make love. It was a true "out of body"
experience. I could even critique my own responses
even though I could do nothing to alter them. I
watched my legs pressing down on Brian's back, pulling
him into me. I watched the muscles of my thighs
getting tight, my body shaking, my fingers squeezing
my nipples until they almost burst. I could see the
ripples of my breast flesh as I pulled on my tits.
Finally the jolts of erotic pain from my breasts and
pleasure from my cunt merged into a feeling of total
ecstasy.
I gasped in admiration at the sight of our bodies
moving in synchronism, a perfectly choreographed
orgasmic dance. Better than anything at the ballet. I
watched myself fucking and simultaneously getting
fucked. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever
seen. I wanted to stay and look at this erotic pas de
deux but I was building faster and faster towards my
peak. I couldn't hold anything back. The first climax
had just primed me for a violent explosion.
"Damn," I thought, "I'm going to come before he does
and there's nothing I can do about it."
And cum I did. My physical being soared on waves of
passion. I watched myself go totally out of control,
clutching Brian's body, tensing and extending my legs,
arching my back. I had a powerful, earth moving orgasm
just before Brian's final thrust. It was one of the
strongest and best orgasms I had ever experienced.
We continued as lovers four or five times a week for
the rest of the school year, sometimes at my home,
sometimes at his, and once in a while in his office.
During school vacations we made love almost
constantly. I was no longer Steve or Mom. I was a
woman in complete bliss.
Then his appointment and work permit ran out and he
had to return to his college in England. Before
leaving, he proposed marriage to me. Given the
peculiarities of my life, I simply couldn't accept.
I'm sure it broke his heart and dented mine more than
a little.
***
Another unexpected sexual encounter was with Diane.
Most colleges have spring breaks but they don't always
coincide. Diane's college break was one week before
Sara's break. Diane wasn't aware of the discrepancy
and came over to the house to chat with Sara. I fondly
remembered my encounter with Diane several years ago
but I was in Sara's body at the time. She had a real
crush on Sara which probably didn't extend to Sara's
mom.
Diane was a sweet bubbly girl. Intelligent but, except
for her sexual proclivities, very innocent. You just
wanted to scoop her in your arms and love her. I could
see, as Sara had told me, that boys could take
advantage of her very easily. She would believe
anything they told her.
I invited Diane in and offered her a soft drink. Then
I asked her about college, what she was taking, what
her plans were, and all that stuff that adults ask
about but really don't want to know. While she was
talking to me about college, I began to pose a bit.
Not too suggestively but I made sure that she got a
good look at my legs, butt and boobs. In clothes, of
course. She sat on the couch and I had the chair in
front of her. I stretched my long legs out and
pretended to massage a sore muscle in my calf. I had
both hands down rubbing my leg while Diane prattled on
about her courses.
The weather was hot so I was in very casual clothes at
the time, shorts and a T shirt but no bra. As I rose
to refresh our drinks, I smoothed my T shirt down,
giving Diane a good view of the contours of my
breasts. Diane could clearly see my nipples
protruding from the front of the shirt. I crossed my
legs as I sat down making sure Diane got a good view
of my still firm thighs. I did everything I could to
entice Diane short of saying "fuck me." Don't think
that I was robbing the cradle here. Diane was over 21
and was clearly responsible for herself.
By this time Diane was licking her lips and staring at
me. The answers to my questions became monosyllabic.
Whatever I was doing was having an effect. When I got
up the next time, I made a slight grimace of pain and
complained about doing too much at the gym. I
mentioned that Sara told me that Diane had played on
high school sports teams and asked her if she would
massage my sore muscles just a bit. I knew that if I
could convince Diane to get her hands on me it would
just be a matter of time.
Diane nodded. Yes she would give me a leg massage.
I sat down on the couch next to her and raised my legs
over her lap so that she could reach them easily. My
legs are one of my best physical assets. They were
still just about as nice as they were when Steve first
looked at his nude Mommy. That was so long ago but
thinking about it still turned me, Steve, on.
Diane put her hands on my bare legs and started her
massage. Her fingers felt delightful. First my calves,
then she worked up my thighs. In a few minutes all the
pretense of a massage was forgotten. Diane was simply
feeling me up. Her fingers reached the edge of my
shorts.
"Does it hurt up higher?" she asked hesitatingly.
"Oh yes, Diane. Let me get my shorts off and you can
work out the real soreness."
I rose to remove my shorts making sure that I rubbed
my breast across her shoulders as I stood up. In case
she didn't get the message, I bounced my tit off her
arm as I sat back in position. I had my ass almost up
to her legs. A bit further and I would be sitting in
her lap. Diane seem hypnotized. She was fighting a
battle between her sexual desires and the propriety of
making love to her best friend's mom. Her fingers made
the decision for her. They moved up my thigh, past the
pants line toward my mound. Finally Diane gave up all
pretense. She slipped her fingers under my panties and
touched my pussy lips.
"That helps a lot Diane. Don't be shy. Your touch
feels so good."
By this time Diane had one hand on my cunt, the other
holding my ass. She squeezed my pubic region between
her hands. It was delightful. The pressure drove her
fingers into my cunt and she started moving them
around. I lay back on the couch. As I did I hiked my T
shirt up and my breasts spilled out. They were not as
big as they had been when I was nursing but they were
still quite big and now firmer and more shapely. I
liked my breasts and I'm sure Diane did too. Without
taking her fingers from my cunt she reached her other
hand around and started feeling my tit. First just the
broad slopes, then the areola and the nipple.
The hook had been set.
"Diane, we can get more comfortable if we go up to my
bedroom. You can continue the massage there."
I sat up and took her by the hand and led her up to my
room. The king sized bed would give us plenty of space
to continue the "massage." On the way up Diane spun me
around and planted a big kiss on my lips. Her tongue
pushed into my mouth. She tasted of peppermint.
"I hope you don't mind," said Diane.
How could I mind. Just a minute ago she had her
fingers in my cunt and would almost certainly have
them in my cunt again.
I took off my panties and T shirt. "This will give you
better access to my sore spots," I said. "And," I went
on, "you should take off your clothes too. You don't
want them to wrinkle. Diane agreed that this was a
good idea and stripped down to the buff.
Diane's body was much as I remembered it. She had
matured a bit and lost some of her baby fat but she
was growing increasingly voluptuous. She would be a
real pleasure to sleep with.
We both lay down together. Diane continued the massage
where she left off. In a minute her fingers were back
in my cunt and she was working them around. This time
she put her mouth on my breast. She licked down to the
nipple. Then the nipple went inside her soft lips and
she sucked and sucked, all the time working the teat
with her tongue. I put my arms around her body and
held her close. I couldn't quite reach her cunt from
my position but I palmed one of her breasts and ran my
fingers back and forth on her nipple. The nipples
became hard and enlarged to a surprising size. I
thought my nipples were big. Erect they were the size
of small acorns. But Diane's nipples were almost half
again bigger. I just had to get my mouth on them.
Diane was very skillful in her manipulations. Without
meaning to I felt myself getting more and more
aroused. Not yet, my mind commanded, but my body would
have none of it. It had been so long since I had had
decent sex. My body took over and literally forced me
to a climax. I found myself shaking. My hips rose to
meet Diane's hand. I tried to get one of Diane's
nipples in my mouth but it was too late. My orgasm
exploded unexpectedly as I squirmed and shuddered in
Diane's embrace.
Diane knew that she had given me a climax in the guise
of a leg massage. "I'm sorry that I made you cum," she
said. "Should I go home now?"
"Don't be silly Diane. One climax is just the start.
We can have many more together if you want to stay a
while. Do you want to stay. We can have dinner
together and you can sleep over."
"That would be wonderful," said Diane. "I would like
that a lot. But I'll have to call my mom and tell her
that I'm sleeping over at Sara's house. Otherwise she
will worry." Diane made the call and her mother
approved. Apparently she didn't know about the
staggering of spring breaks.
We scrounged around the kitchen looking for a good
evening meal. I had a pizza in the freezer. Diane
thought would be more than satisfactory. Putting the
pizza in the oven took almost half an hour because
Diane kept grabbing my tits. She would turn me around
by pulling on my boobs and then kiss me. When she
wasn't doing that she would have her hand between my
legs. I wasn't quite as demonstrative but there was
hardly a part of her body that I didn't fondle.
Eventually, though, the pizza got cooked. The pizza
and a couple of glasses of wine were just the thing
for a light meal. After dinner Diane and I adjourned
to bed. We didn't want to waste a minute.
I snuggled up to Diane and embraced her warm soft
body. Knowing that she had given me a big orgasm that
afternoon, she asked me if I was ready to make love so
soon again. I held Diane closely and explained that I
was multi orgasmic. I told her that I could cum over
and over in a short time. Diane said that she wished
that she could do the same but alas she was good for
only a couple of times a night. Then Diane smiled.
"But I can do it to you as many times as I want,
right?"
"Yes dear. You can do whatever you want to me.
Whatever you do, I'm sure that I will love it."
Diane put her hand on my mound. "Can I kiss you down
here?" she asked.
"You can kiss me anywhere you like. You can put your
hands in me. You can pull my tits. You can shove your
cunt in my mouth. My body, it's all yours tonight.
Just promise that you will let me suck your nipple
when you make me cum."
"It's a deal," said Diane enthusiastically.
I lay down on the bed and Diane crawled between my
legs. Her hands worked on my thighs and she pulled her
way up to my cunt. I felt her lips gently touching me.
She sucked for a while, running her tongue around my
clitoris. I was getting quite turned on. Diane raised
her head and asked, "Would you like me to make you cum
now?"
"Yes, Diane. Please make me cum."
Diane slithered up in bed and planted her soft lips on
mine. She kissed and kissed, sucking my tongue into
her mouth. I felt her hand explore my pussy. Her
fingers moved inside, always working around. She found
my "G" spot and stroked it with her middle finger. I
could feel Diane shifting position on my body but her
hand didn't miss a beat in my pussy. I tried to wrap
her in my legs but she was too high up on my body.
I always liked it when I could squeeze something
between my legs when I came. Her hand was moving
quicker and quicker. My body insisted that I cum soon.
I tried to hold back but I couldn't. My mouth was
forced open. Diane had shoved one of her big, big
nipples in my mouth. She didn't forget. The nipple was
huge and fleshy. It belonged in my mouth. It was too
big for any baby.
"Suck me, suck me while I make you cum. Suck me
harder. Suck my tittie off!" Diane almost shouted.
With Diane expertly working my cunt and her nipple in
my mouth, my body couldn't hold out any longer. I had
a furious climax. It was almost too much to bear.
"Did you like that?" asked Diane. "I remembered what
you said about putting my nipple in your mouth. Can I
make you come again?"
"In a few minutes Diane. I'm multi orgasmic, not
inexhaustible. That climax was intense. I'll need to
rest up for a while. In the meantime let me do
something for you. Spread your legs dear and let me
eat your pussy for a while."
I remembered that Diane liked the 69 position. I
gently moved her legs apart and lowered my mouth to
her fragrant cunt. She had taken a bubble bath before
coming over and smelled faintly of jasmine.
My lips skirted over her mound and then concentrated
on her soft pussy. I spread her cunt lips apart with
my fingers and pushed my tongue as far into her vagina
as I could. Then I sucked and tongued her pussy,
circling around her sensitive clit. I pulled her legs
toward my head and buried myself in her soft body. It
was as I remembered from before except better. Diane
had matured and knew how to make her legs give
pleasure. It was so comfortable and sexy that I could
have sucked her for hours.
Diane had her own idea. She ran her hands up and down
my legs, stroking toward the thighs. I always liked a
leg massage and, while this one wasn't forceful, it
was sure sexy. I spread my legs apart a bit to give
Diane easier access to my inner thighs. But that
wasn't Diane's idea at all. As soon as my thighs
spread she pushed her head between them and latched on
to my cunt. Her hands were around my ass, pulling her
head further inward. And then she started sucking. She
was really working the 69 position. And then I gave
in. Diane was having her way with me and I had no
choice but to let her do it. After all I had told her
that she could do whatever she wanted with me and she
had taken me at my word.
Diane was raising me to another climax. A much more
gentle one this time. And my sucking seemed to be
having the same effect on her. We were building
slowly, very slowly. We had the whole night ahead of
us. We buried ourselves in each other's bodies for
what seemed like hours.
Diane drove me almost to a climax and then backed off.
I did the same to her. I must confess that one time
she pushed me over the limit and I came. I tried to be
very quiet about my orgasm since I didn't want her to
stop sucking me. I must have fallen asleep for a short
time, my tongue buried in Diane's cunt Somewhere in
the background I heard the grandfather clock in the
living room strike midnight. Our night was half over.
I needed to cum once again and I wanted to make Diane
cum.
I started sucking her a bit harder, my tongue circling
her clit. I felt Diane's thighs compress around my
head. Then they started vibrating a bit. In turn Diane
increased her attentions to my clit. This time we
wanted and needed to make each other cum. When I felt
Diane's clit engorge I gently chewed around the pussy
lips and then gravitated directly to her clitoris. I
sucked and tongued it like I was giving a blow job to
a tiny prick. Diane's hips started to move in time to
my sucking. Her leg motions began to get stronger.
She squeezed my head between her strong thighs. The
contractions almost pulled my mouth away from her
cunt. I wrapped my arms around her ass and pulled her
toward me as strongly as I could.
At the same time Diane was working her magic on me.
She made my clit feel the size of a beach ball and
every inch of it was super sensitive. Then Diane took
the entire beach ball into her mouth and engulfed it
in her body. She chewed me and sucked me and drove my
body to the heights of ecstasy. My thighs clamped on
her head while her thighs squeezed me. We both
screamed "I'm cumming!" at exactly the same time. Even
after the simultaneous climax Diane and I continued to
suck each other, almost by reflex, and we forced each
other to a second smaller climax. It was wonderful.
***
The next morning Diane came into the kitchen as I was
frying some eggs. She had a crestfallen, guilty look
and almost seemed ready to cry.
"I'm so sorry for what happened last night," she said.
"I didn't mean to but I just couldn't stop myself.
Please don't think too badly of me. I won't let it
happen again."
I realized in an instant that Diane believed that she
had seduced me and was entirely responsible for
yesterday's lesbian encounter. What could I say to
make it right?
"Diane, sit down and have a cup of fresh brewed
coffee. Nothing happened that we didn't both want to
have happen. It was a lovely experience and certainly
no one's fault. You are a wonderful person and I would
do it again in an instant. Our lovemaking was like a
breath of fresh air."
"But you must think that I am so perverted. Is there
any way I can make it right?"
"Diane, you didn't seduce me last night. We did it to
each other, and I'm glad. I sincerely wanted what
happened last night. You couldn't resist me any more
than I could resist you. Now let's get up and take
showers and see about getting you off to college."
We washed each other in Mom's big shower. It was
reminiscent of our encounter in the gym shower except
this time she didn't grope my breasts. We dried each
other off, then sat down for another cup of coffee.
Perhaps it wasn't breakfast table conversation but I
asked, "How long have you known that you were a
lesbian, Diane?"
"About three years," she said. "I decided that when my
high school boyfriend screwed me over. Men are such
bastards."
"Well, did you decide to become a lesbian because you
didn't like ordinary fucking or because women turned
you on more? Answer me honestly now."
"Oh, I liked having a hard cock in my cunt well
enough. In fact maybe more than well enough. It's just
that after men cum they don't give a damn about you. I
would love to find a real woman that could fuck me
like a man."
"Don't give up hope Diane. Not all men are like that.
My son, Steve, for example is a good guy. So was my
late husband. Just keep looking and keep yourself open
to new experiences. If you can't find what you are
looking for, come back here for a weekend and we can
discuss it in greater depth." I'm sure she got the
hidden implication but she didn't flinch.
"Now, it's time for you to go home so you can pack."
I saw Diane to the door. Kissed her on the lips and
then watched her drive away.
***
With Sara away at college and our finances assured, I
had plenty of time to pursue myself education via the
internet. I suppose I could have actually gone to
college but I was discouraged for two reasons. First,
I hated to have to take exams and follow a prescribed
course outline. Second, my chance of finding as good a
lover as I did when I audited classes at Sara's
college was almost minimal. Every time I thought of
him, my cunt twitched even though I was a guy inside.
One day while surfing on the internet, I found a
reference to body swaps. It was a rare phenomenon that
had only recently been studied. Apparently it was an
even rarer offshoot of multiple personality syndrome.
You know what I mean. Multiple personality syndrome is
seldom, if ever seen, by psychiatrists and
psychologists but it seems to be a staple of fiction
writers. "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" and the "Three
Faces of Eve" are the first examples that come to
mind. In most cases of multiple personality all the
personalities exist in the same body, each one taking
over in turn as the situation permits. But in body
swapping or personality swapping the two personalities
exist in different bodies and can switch places under
unusual circumstances. It has only been in the last
two or three years that those circumstances have been
explored. Three articles in respected medical journals
confirmed the findings.
First, the two people have to share similar DNA. This
means that swapping can only occur within members of
the same family. That's the case with me and Sara or
Mom and Aunt Amy. Second, psychic pressures have to
build up over time. There can't be any significant
release of emotional tension before the swap. I guess
that's the explanation for the requirement that the
person who initiates the swap can't have an orgasm for
at least a day before swapping. But the last factor
was the most interesting. An orgasm is not absolutely
necessary. Given the right circumstances, any
overwhelming emotional release can trigger the swap.
It just has to be sufficient to completely dominate
your consciousness.
An orgasm is the most common stimulus, but a loud
unexpected explosion triggering off a startle reflex
would work as well. Further, switching was such a
delicate process that it could be inhibited or blocked
by simple medicines specific to each trigger stimulus.
Ordinary aspirin would stop switching by orgasm while
B complex vitamins would inhibit switching by the
startle reflex. It had to do with slight changes in
the blood chemistry. The reason I couldn't switch when
I was pregnant was that the hormones flooding my
system altered my blood chemistry enough to prevent
the body swap.
That was mind blowing. Theoretically it would be
possible to initiate a swap by a firecracker. A
totally unexpected firecracker explosion had the
advantage that you didn't even have to think about
swapping or push the wedge. It would happen
automatically. Thank goodness that so few people had
the swapping capability or traffic would be chaos
every time a car backfired. I had to share this
information with Sara the next time she came home.
But how to test it. The only people I knew that I
could switch with were Mom, Aunt Amy, and Sara. I had
no idea where the first two were so that left only
Sara. I knew that we could do it with an orgasm. We
had done it many times before. But for this test the
startle reflex was the easiest way to get the
overwhelming response that I needed. A week before
Sara's next visit home, I scrounged up a few M80
firecrackers and a battery operated firing mechanism.
I tried a couple first to make sure that they would
work. They always did. The noise was very loud. Then I
placed one M80 firecracker behind the living room
couch and buried the trigger switch in the crack
between the cushions.
Sara came home on schedule full of all the recent
gossip about her college. She had applied for an
internship at a large magazine publishing house. They
put out a variety of different magazines, technical
magazines, news magazines and one of the dominant
fashion magazines in the industry. Julia, one of
Sara's college classmates and my former high school
lab partner, was applying for another internship at
the same firm.
We had a good dinner, a glass of wine, and then sat
down on the couch to watch a rented movie. I put my
left arm around Sara and hugged her close. My hand
went directly to her left breast and I felt the soft
flesh beneath her sweater. Sara was certainly a
growing girl. She put her hand over mine and smiled
anticipating an evening of mild sex play. My other
hand groped for and found the trigger button of the
firing mechanism. I pressed the button. BANG.
The sound of the explosion filled the room. Sara
jumped - and the next thing I knew Mom's hand was on
my breast squeezing my nipple.
"What have you done?" Sara screamed. "Why am I in
Mom's body? I didn't want to switch today. How can I
get back to myself?" She was distraught to the point
of tears.
I put my hands around her face, held her close, and
kissed her full on the lips. This always calmed her
down. It worked this time but very slowly. I laid Mom
down on the couch and started running my hands up and
down her body, trying to distract her with erotic
sensation. I massaged her breasts and rubbed her cunt
through her clothes. I wanted to get her sexually
aroused enough to welcome the switch for a while but I
didn't want to give her an actual orgasm. Who knew
where that would lead?
When Sara calmed down I showed her the downloads of
the medical journal articles. She was fascinated by
this new insight into our family condition. If we
could ever find Mom and Aunt Amy the knowledge might
prove valuable. But since we had no idea where they
were, the point was moot. I promised Sara that we
could switch back tomorrow in our traditional manner.
No firecracker, just a lot of sex.
In the meantime she could enjoy Mom's body again. "No
problem," said Sara. "Where did you put the Sybian?"
She anticipated a real party with herself. Sara
confessed that her sex life at college was not too
satisfactory. "So many of the guys are gay and all
that most of the straight ones want to do is run up a
score by seeing how many girls they can fuck in a
semester. It's like a contest. If the guy can get a
girl pregnant, he is a real winner. What I most miss
is someone like you Steve."
"But," Sara went on, "maybe I can come enough times on
the Sybian that I can do without sex until I graduate.
That's only two months away. In Mom's body I should be
able to fuck myself all night. I love sex in Mom's
body. I can have all of those wonderful sensations,
over and over, without any of the consequences. But
Steve, how do you feel about it. Don't you miss not
having a penis. When I was in your body, I loved your
penis."
"I still miss not having a cock, Sara. I always have
hope of finding Mom and switching back. But I've been
in Mom's body for almost six years now and I've sort
of gotten used to it. The first time I was in it I was
excited to have tits and a cunt. I could feel all the
sex pleasures I was missing out on by being a man. Mom
showed me that you could have fun with her body in so
many ways. I really enjoyed playing with my cunt. I
could finger fuck myself, use a vibrator, and even
ride the Sybian. There way so many ways that I could
have an orgasm that for a while I didn't miss being a
man. I even enjoyed having a man fuck me."
Sara opened her eyes at that. "Where did you find a
man to fuck you?"
"I didn't tell you about that Sara. He was my physics
professor when I audited a course at your college. I
teased him by crossing and uncrossing my legs in
class, then I gave him a good look at my cleavage. Mom
does have great legs and boobs doesn't she? Anyway he
asked me to come to his office for counseling and then
he raped me. Well it wasn't really rape. I sort of
seduced him into doing it. He had a great cock and he
knew how to use it. If I ever get back to being Steve
I'll remember some of his techniques. We fucked like
rabbits for the rest of the year until he had to
return to England."
"But didn't you hate being pregnant?"
"I was plenty scared at first but thankfully you
helped me get through it. I didn't like giving birth
but I don't regret it. Stephanie is a wonderful child.
But being able to suck milk out of Mom's tits sort of
made up for the pain of childbirth. I still miss those
milky boobs. If I could find a way to get milk in my
breasts now without having a baby, I would do it in a
minute."
"What else do you like about being in Mom's body?"
"Of course I love playing with Mom's cunt and I adore
my legs. I can almost cum when I see them in the
mirror after a shower. They turn me on just like they
turned my professor on. I could rule the male world
with these legs. When you make love to them it's
almost as good as sucking my clitoris. But I guess I'm
avoiding the main reason that I enjoy Mom's body. It's
the fact that she can cum over and over again. I can
have sex without stopping. It makes owning a Sybian
totally worthwhile. But being multi orgasmic is a
blessing and a curse.
When Mom is having one of her "urges" I have to give
myself continuous orgasms. Sometimes I'm so tired that
I can hardly put my finger in my cunt but I'm driven
to do it. The last time Mom had an "urge" over a year
ago I fucked myself so often that I fell asleep in the
middle of having a climax. The irony is that I dreamt
about giving myself orgasms all night."
"You poor dear," said Sara. "I never knew that being
Mom was so hard. I enjoy Mom's body because I can cum
more times than in my own body. At first I felt guilty
because it was our Mom and I didn't feel right
masturbating my mother. But after a while the joy of
having almost unlimited sex changed my attitude. After
she left us I began to think of Mom's body in the
third person, a magical sex toy, to be used fully and
then given back to you."
"I want to have sex as Mom now because I need a few
really good climaxes without having to be nice to guys
to get them. But you've got to promise me two things.
Don't let me hurt Mom's body by having too many
orgasms too fast. If I start frothing at the mouth,
get me off the machine. We don't want to have her
collapse of overwork. Judging by appearances she has
at least twenty good years left and I intend to use
her fully."
"Thanks Sara, I needed that. So you intend to fuck our
Mommy for twenty years and then leave her used up body
for me?"
"Don't put it that way Steve. I want us to share Mom's
body. It's a gift for both of us. Being able to switch
can be convenient, not just for sex. How about after I
have babies. We could switch and I could go out for a
nice dinner with my husband while you could suck the
milk out of my full boobies. And I'm sure I could get
my husband to fuck both of us. Maybe both at the same
time. I think we would like that. And there's always
the chance that we could locate Mom and you could
switch back to the way you were. If we did that you
could even be the father of my babies and suck the
milk direct from the source."
"OK, you've almost talked me into it. Is there
anything else you want me to do before you ride the
Sybian?"
"There is one thing. You have got to promise me not to
have an orgasm yourself until we switch back tomorrow
morning. I've got to get back to school for an
important final exam."
"I guess I owe you one. That firecracker was a pretty
mean trick. Now let's have a drink and I'll go get the
Sybian. But don't forget, I get to hold and play with
your tits while you are having a climax."
"It's a deal big brother. You can suck but don't fuck.
And remember, the last time I rode the Sybian in Mom's
body I discovered that I liked to torture my tits. The
pain made them feel so good. When I started cumming
the pain added even more excitement and I really came
hard. I know it's kinky, but I remember you told me
that sometimes Mom liked to hurt herself. It must be
a part of her mixed up psyche. I enjoy sex pain when
I'm in Mom's body but not when I am Sara. But I
promise that I won't be sticking any needles in my
tits. So you've got to let me torture my boobies even
though it looks like I'm hurting myself. You can even
help me. Just don't let me get so carried away that I
actually draw blood or bite the nipples off."
We placed the Sybian on the rug in front of Mom's big
mirror. It's surprising how much of a sex aid a mirror
can be. I arranged a light to illuminate the scene,
sort of like a stage spotlight, and put a few pillows
around the Sybian in case Sara needed to rest between
climaxes. It was very organized. By this time there
was no hiding the fact that the Sybian was just was a
tireless cock for the cockless. It had no redeeming
social value other than as a pure unadulterated sex
toy. Sara couldn't wait to use it.
I poured a glass of wine for Sara and stood her in
front of the mirror, then slowly started to remove her
clothes. I always enjoyed undressing Mom's body. It
was a sight to behold, one of the seven wonders of the
orgiastic world. I had dressed myself in the morning
anticipating that if the switch worked I, in Sara's
body, would be removing the clothes in the evening.
Everything buttoned in front and was easy to reach.
I started with her blouse. When it came off it
revealed her lacy bra with the front latch. Just a
snap and Mom's magnificent tits swung free. They
quivered for a few seconds before coming to rest. Sara
took a sip of her wine, legs spread lightly apart,
admiring Mom's bare busted body in the mirror. She
kicked off her sandals. All that was left was her
short skirt and panties. I undid the button in the
front, hooked my thumbs in the elastic and pulled down
skirt and panties together. There she was, our Mom, a
statue of Venus come to life. Sara turned and posed in
front of the mirror, admiring the body she now
inhabited. She was lovely, sexy, and a treasure trove
of carnal delights. Like Dorian Gray in the Oscar
Wilde novel, she never seemed to age. Sara appreciated
the sight as much as I. With the last of her wine she
toasted the figure in the mirror. Then she turned to
me, handed me the empty glass, and said, "OK big
brother. Let the orgy begin."
Sara lowered herself gently on the lubricated rubber
penis protruding from the Sybian. She turned the
vibrate knob about a quarter of the way clockwise and
the machine started humming. This was one of the lower
settings, basically just like a strong vibrator
massage. Sara had almost full control of herself even
though I could see Mom's nipples start to enlarge from
the pleasure and her thighs tightly gripped the
machine.
"Steve," she said softly, "sit next to me and hold me.
I want to make believe that it is you fucking me
instead of the machine. Make love to me. I really want
it. Do it right away before I lose control."
I sat next to her and put my arms around her body and
hugged her close. I could feel the vibrations from the
Sybian. I shifted to the front of the machine. My
hands massaged her firm thighs. She put her hands on
my shoulders to keep her balance, then extended her
legs and put them on mine. I was straddling the base
of the Sybian facing Sara. She, Mom, was sitting full
on the machine, the rubber penis in her cunt, her
entire weight resting on the vibrating area. This must
have increased the sensation a lot since she was no
longer kneeling to support her body.
"Love my legs, Steve. I don't know how long I can sit
like this without cumming. It feels so intense. Love
me, stroke my long, sexy, wish I could wrap around
you, legs."
I ran my hands up her calves and thighs, playing with
her beautiful strong flesh, Then I slid my fingers
under her body to the vibrating penis massaging her
cunt. My shaking fingers pressed into her pussy. Mom's
legs started to shake and then got rigid, every muscle
tense. They were hard, beautiful pieces of living
sculpture.
"I can't hold it any longer, Steve. I'm cumming!" I
felt her pussy tighten, pulse and a gush of Mom's
juices covered my fingers. Her legs were still
extended over mine. I moved my own legs out from under
hers. She put her hands on her knees to keep in
position as I started kissing Mom's legs from ankle to
crotch.
Mom/Sara pleaded, "Can I cum again before you stop
loving my legs? Please, I want to cum again." I
reached out and turned the control to the halfway
position. It took only a few seconds before she almost
shouted "I'm going to cum again. I'm cumming! Thank
you Steve."
I returned to my position in front of the Sybian and
slid my legs under Mom's legs again. I reached forward
and touched Mom's nipples. They were engorged and
hard, as large as I had ever felt them. I pulled the
breasts forward. I had my hands near the base of each
boob, leaving the front end free. Pulling her breasts
forward and helped her keep her balance on the
throbbing machine.
"Sara, work over your tits while I hold them. Squeeze
them as hard as you want. I want to see the bruise
marks on Mom's boobs after you leave. Make the nipples
hurt so much that I won't have to bite them when I
suck you. Mom likes her nipples to hurt."
Sara grasped the control and turned it full on. She
gasped and bucked at the new sensation. Then she put
her hands around the front of each breast and squeezed
as hard as she could. I saw the fingers dig into the
flesh, Mom would definitely have bruises in the
morning. She pinched her nipples until they were
cherry red. She gave one final convulsion as she had a
major orgasm and I truly thought that the nipples
would burst or blood would come out the ends.
For safety's sake I thought that it was about time to
stop the nipple torture. I would be wearing those
breasts again after tomorrow. While I didn't mind sore
titties, I wanted to keep them in one piece. I put
Mom's legs back in the normal kneeling position for
riding a Sybian. Then pried the control from Sara's
hand and turned the vibrate knob back to the halfway
position.
Mom's body sat limply on the machine, tensing up every
few minutes as she murmured "I'm cumming, I'm
cumming."
I watched her enjoy herself for about half an hour.
Her head was thrown back and her eyes were glazed. She
was so immersed in the sensations that she hardly
moved except for her frequent climactic spasms. By
actual count she had ten orgasms in that half hour,
one every three minutes, just like clockwork. Her
thighs tensed, her body shook, and she moaned. She was
lost in the ecstasy of carnal pleasure.
Finally I knew that I had to get her off the machine
or she would be too sexually exhausted to go back to
school in the morning. After we switched it would be
me that was physically tired, but Sara would have cum
so many times that her brain would be mush. It would
be a wonder that she could walk, let alone do well on
a final exam. In reaching over her body to get the
controller, I brushed against one of her dangling
boobs' I hadn't had the chance to play with them while
she was on the Sybian so why not now. A few minutes
more of pleasure wouldn't hurt her.
I raised one dangling breast to my mouth and tongued
the nipple. It was big and hot. I sucked and it
expanded still further into my mouth. I could feel the
Sybian vibrations all the way from Mom's cunt to her
tits. The nipple was delicious but seemed very
swollen. Sara had squeezed Mom's titties so hard that
the nipples had indeed almost burst. I better get her
to bed and rub some soothing lotion over her mangled
tits.
It took just a moment to turn the machine off and get
Mom to her feet. Fortunately her bed was just a few
steps away. I put her on the bed. Then I bathed her
breasts with an antiseptic lotion and put a cool
compress on her swollen cunt. She needed it. I lay
down beside her and we both fell into an exhausted
sleep.
I slept until midmorning the next day. I glanced at
the clock on the night stand and saw that it was after
10 a.m. The whole room smelled funky, a combination of
stale sex odors and unwashed clothes. I glanced
around. The room was in a general state of disarray.
We had neglected to clean up the Sybian or put the
towels laden with sex juices in the hamper. I, or
rather Mom, had a chore ahead of herself.
More important was the fact that we had to make a
switch quickly or that Sara would miss her final exam.
But Sara, as Mom, was still comatose. I pulled back
the thin sheet and looked her over. It was an odd
feeling examining myself for signs of damage. The tits
were badly bruised and the nipples were still swollen
but there seemed no sign of permanent injury. They
would be very sore for a few days. As far as I could
tell Mom's cunt seemed OK. Still I doubt that, after
we switched back, I would use my body for much solo
sex play for the remainder of the week.
But I had to switch soon. Sara, in Mom's body, still
sleeping beside me wouldn't be much help. I started by
feeling myself all over, getting reacquainted with my
sister. My breasts were, indeed, getting much bigger.
I could almost wear a D cup bra now. My belly and
abdomen were still as tight as they were when I was a
young teen. I let my hands drift lower. My cunt was in
good shape. I got a little twinge of pleasure as I ran
my exploring fingers over the clitoris. It protruded a
bit further than my own and I didn't expect to touch
it so quickly. I wet my forefinger and ran it into
Sara's vagina. It gripped my finger tightly. If I, as
Steve, ever got my penis back, I would love it.
I started by caressing Sara's breasts. They were
bigger but still as sensitive as I remembered. I
reached my hands up and rolled both nipples gently
between thumb and forefinger. When the nipples got big
enough I held my right breast in my right hand and ran
my left forefinger around the base of the nipple, then
started stroking toward the tip. I was beginning to
feel very stimulated.
I opened the fingers of my left hand like a fan and
ran them back and forth over the turgid nipple. I
could feel little jolts of pleasure as each finger hit
the nipple in turn. Sara had extremely responsive
breasts. She, and whomever she decides to fuck, should
enjoy them in years to come just as I was enjoying
them now.
I couldn't get over how womanly Sara had become in the
last four years. She was just a girl when she went
away to college and now she had breasts and a figure
to rival Mom. I remembered the first time I realized
that I wanted to fuck my Mommy. It seemed so long ago.
Sara was now the same woman but without all of Mom's
hang ups. I loved her deeply, not only for her totally
sexual body but for the wonderful person she was.
Still fanning my nipple with my left hand I moved my
now unoccupied right hand down my belly to my mound
and rubbed it almost in synchrony with my left. I let
my fingers slide down to my pussy and ran them around
the dry lips. I needed more lubrication so I slowly
moved my lips apart and thrust two fingers directly
into my vagina. It was nicely wet and slippery inside.
I moved them back and forth a bit.
Now that felt really good. So good that I abandoned my
breast and moved my other hand to my pussy. I worked
my fingers around the lips and then started gently
rolling my protruding clit. I shut my eyes and
fantasized that I was being fucked by a massive prick.
It started by being that of my college lover and then
morphed into Steve's prick. How I wanted that in my
cunt!
I could feel the rising sexual tension over my entire
body, the empty feeling that had to be filled, the
tightness, the longing. My legs no longer responded to
my will and began their pre orgasmic dance. I was
going to cum sooner than I expected. To switch I had
to be in contact with Mom's body but she was asleep on
the other side of the bed. Without removing my hands
from my cunt I managed to roll over and flop my head
on her belly just before I came. I pushed the wedge
during the height of my orgasm.
Sara's head was on my stomach, my tits hurt, and the
room smelled like a brothel. It must have been quite a
night. I was in a daze but I helped Sara get up,
shower and dress. She made a simple breakfast for us,
just coffee and a slice of toast, and then rushed for
her car. If she had no traffic delay she should make
it back to college in time for the exam.
I returned to the bedroom and looked around. It was a
mess. I had a lot of cleaning up to do. But it could
all wait a few more hours. I flopped down on the bed
and shut my eyes.
***
The cleanup of my funky bedroom took the better part
of the afternoon. Just cleaning all the cunt juices
off the Sybian required almost an hour of wiping with
dampened paper towels. I washed the sheets and
bathroom towels and even the throw rug that I had
placed under the machine. Who would have thought that
a few orgasms could produce such a mess?
And indeed, while there was no real damage, my black
and blue boobs hurt too much to do anything strenuous
with them for almost a week. It took almost three days
of recuperation before I could even lick the nipples
without wincing.
Julia's interview with the publisher in New York was
two weeks before Sara's date. They were not in
competition. Julia was applying for an internship on a
trade magazine directed at the computer industry while
Sara wanted to work on a general news magazine. Julia
was under no illusions. In her typical fashion, she
deduced that the internships offered by the publisher
were just one step short of a confidence game racket.
Julia told Sara that the interns received no salary
yet were expected to work as hard as paid employees.
They had no guarantees of a job offer when they
finished their internship. They received none of the
benefits of full time employees, no medical care, no
paid vacations, in fact no vacations at all. In return
for all the free labor offered to the publisher, they
were simply given the opportunity to gain experience.
It saved the publisher, Julia calculated, about
$60,000 a year for each intern. And, of course it cost
the intern another $20,000 a year for room and board
in New York. Not a good deal at all.
To sweeten the pot and hide the costs of living in New
York, the publisher housed the intern wannabees for a
couple of days in a luxury hotel suite of rooms on the
Upper East side that they maintained for visiting
dignitaries. The company wined and dined the
prospective interns until they signed the contract.
Julia was so disenchanted with the offer that she left
for home midway through the one week interview period.
But she came back with one piece of interesting news
that made Sara's ears perk up. Just before she left,
while she was being escorted from one executive office
to another, she almost bumped into Steve walking down
the hall with an attractive mature lady. He looked
just the same as she remembered, a couple of years
older, of course.
At first she wasn't sure but then she noticed the
small mole behind Steve's ear. She remembered every
inch of his body from their sessions at the beach
house and she was sure it was Steve. But apparently he
didn't recognize her. No surprise to me since Mom, now
in Steve's body, did not know Julia.
"Who were those people?" she asked the escort. The
escort, a young editor of the fashion magazine, said
that the woman was a European fashion expert and the
young man was her assistant. They were scheduled to
give a series of lectures about current foreign trends
to the fashion magazine staff. They had just arrived
and would be living for the next week in the luxury
suite. That is, after the internship candidates were
hustled out into less luxurious quarters.
Sara called me immediately. This was our first clue to
the whereabouts of Mom and Steve. If we wanted to get
Steve's body back, we had to act fast. But how to do
it? We knew where they would be for the next few days.
New York was half a day's drive away. The only one who
knew the details of where they would lecture and where
they would stay was Julia. Sara drove home, bringing
Julia with her. I hadn't seen Julia in several years
and she had matured nicely.
Basically she was still the lab partner that I
remembered fondly but she had filled out. The hints of
curves had become real curves. She was still athletic
but now had the shape of an Olympic swimmer or ice
skater instead of a track star. Her long hair was an
auburn brown, verging on red, that she kept tied back
in a ponytail. The only thing that remained the same
was her personality.
She was still both intensely curious and totally
logical, almost to the point of being asocial. If she
wanted to experience something or find out something,
she did it. Regardless of the consequences. I
remembered how, years ago, she had simply grabbed my
cock and balls to inspect them while we were skinny
dipping. No excuses and no apologies either.
Sara had to tell her the full story - well not all the
full story - just that Mom and Steve had switched
bodies and the only way to get Steve back was to
perform a reverse switch. Of course Julia thought we
were joking until I showed her the reprints of the
medical articles. To convince her that I was Steve's
persona in Mom's body I had to tell her something that
only she and I knew. I reminded her both about our
first visit to the beach house and about our erogenous
zone mapping experiment. The clincher was when she
asked what color her earlobes were painted and I told
her "none." Earlobes weren't one of Julia's erogenous
zones.
Julia told us both about the lecture hall at the
publishing house and about the luxury apartment that
Aunt Amy and Steve would be staying in. Best of all,
Julia said that she still had the key. She left in
such a hurry that she hadn't turned it in. We talked
about ways of getting Steve's body alone, ways that
wouldn't alert Mom to the treat of an imminent body
swap. In fact since Mom and Aunt Amy switched back and
forth so frequently, we weren't even who would be in
Steve's body at any time. Not that it made any real
difference. I would switch with whomever was in
Steve's body and let the two of them sort it out
later.
I remembered some of Mom's parting words from so long
ago. "Your body is going to help us have the best of
both worlds, a mature person to talk to during the day
and a young stud to fuck us at night. It's every
woman's dream."
As we discussed possible plans, Julia seemed to get
caught up in the challenge. Not because it represented
the life changing event that if would for Sara and me
but because it represented a puzzle that she could
help solve.
This is how we thought we could do it. We would go to
New York and try to sneak in the apartment where Aunt
Amy and Mom were sleeping. Somehow we would try to get
them sedated, perhaps by putting sleeping pills in
their food or drink. When they fell asleep I would get
close to Mom, try to give myself a climax, and switch
myself back to Steve's body. Then Sara and Julia would
hustle me out of the apartment and we would hurry back
home.
It was an unlikely scenario at best but it was the
only one we could come up with. It all hinged on
making sure Mom was in Steve's body and sedating the
two of them. Most important, I had to be able to make
myself cum under the most unlikely circumstances.
We left Stephanie with a neighbor who had been our
occasional baby sitter, assuring her that we would
return in a few days. Then the three of us drove to
New York and rented a small suite of rooms in a modest
hotel near the apartment. When we unpacked we
discovered that we had left Sara's vibrator, a vital
piece of our equipment at home. I wasn't sure that I
could make myself orgasm without a little mechanical
assist. In fact if I'd thought about it, I should have
packed the Sybian.
***
The next morning, while Sara went out shopping for a
new vibrator and whatever any other sex assists I
might need, Julia made two phone calls. The first call
was to the luxury hotel apartment. She got the
apartment telephone operator on the phone and asked
"Can you connect me with Amy Esteridge? She should be
staying in the Atlas Publishing apartment."
Esteridge was the maiden name of both Mom and Aunt Amy
and was the one the publishing house put in the
lecture announcement. "I'm sorry," the operator
replied, "Both Ms. Esteridge and her assistant left
earlier this morning. Do you want to leave a message?"
Julia said she would call back later and hung up.
The second call was to the young fashion editor she
had befriended. After a little small talk Julia asked
"When will the Amy Esteridge lecture take place? Is
there any chance of getting a seat?" The editor told
Julia that the lecture would be on Thursday, until
then Ms. Esteridge and her assistant would be meeting
with publishing executives and representatives of the
fashion industry. Her schedule would be pretty
chaotic. As far as a seat went, there would probably
be cancellations and she would try to get Julia in.
Today was Tuesday. We had 48 hours until the change
date.
The call solved one problem. If it was a lecture and
question session with fashion editors, Aunt Amy would
almost certainly be giving the lecture. As Aunt Amy
said, Mom had no fashion sense whatever. So Mom would
definitely be in Steve's body. We had to isolate him
while the lecture was going on and make the switch. We
still had to work out the details but the timing was
more certain.
Sara returned from her trip to the sleazy porn shops
on Broadway with a shopping bag full of goodies. Most
important, she had a small selection of vibrators. One
shaped like an egg fitted all the way inside the
vagina which, with a new set of batteries, was
guaranteed to run for at least 24 hours. Another was a
conventional penis shaped vibrator, a third was one
that strapped right over the clitoris and provided
direct and immediate stimulation. The switch and
battery were contained in a small flashlight sized
pack. When these were spread on the table, Julia
stared at them in astonishment, then picked each up in
turn and examined it closely. She flicked the switch
of each to feel it vibrate.
Sara also bought a pair of handcuffs, apparently a
staple of sex shops. She had a couple of other things
in the bag which she did not immediately show me.
Julia, ever the scientist, said to me "Time is
critical here. We may have very little uninterrupted
time alone with Steve. You should do a little
experiment with these vibrators to see which gives you
the fastest orgasm. If we start now you can run the
test and still have a full 24 hours to rest up before
Friday."
"That's a great idea Julia. Maybe I can get some help
from you and Sara. We can start right now if you
want." Naturally I had a hidden agenda. This might be
the last time I would be able to enjoy the pleasures
of Mom's body. I was also curious to see if Julia
could retain her cool demeanor while she watched me
writhing and quivering to an orgasm, or knowing Mom's
body, to several orgasms. I knew that Sara also wanted
to play around with Mom's tits, cunt, and legs in what
could be a farewell fuck. We had at least 24 hours to
fuck Mom before I had to get serious and abstain from
sex.
In a way I was glad that the girls would take over and
run Mom's body through its last orgy. Ever since I
first thought of fucking my Mommy, I had been actively
pleasuring myself. I had masturbated by one means or
another to nearly six years of almost continuous
climaxes, punctuated, of course by occasional
assistance from Professor Milner, Sara, and Diane. It
wasn't that I was bored with orgasms. I loved having
them. But I was tired of "doing" myself, of fucking
Mommy from the inside. I wanted to lie passive and
simply have someone fuck me from the outside.
"I'm going to take a shower," I said. "I'll wait in
the bedroom while you girls decide the experimental
protocol. Julia, I know that you will take careful
notes just the way we did as lab partners. And Sara,
make sure I have the same level of excitement before
you try the different vibrators.
"I am sure that you know how to fit them in my cunt
correctly. And Julia, if you think I'm not hot enough
for each trial, my tits are very sensitive and a
little tit play or sucking will adjust my arousal
level. God, that sounds so clinical. After you get the
information you want, just have fun and use me in
whatever way you want. I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever
you do. We have a whole day ahead of us."
I took my shower, paying special attention to my tits
and cunt. I dried myself then sprayed a little perfume
under and between my breasts and on my pubic area. Not
much perfume, just enough to give a suspicion of
scent. It was almost noon. The bedroom would be
brightly illuminated. I looked in the bathroom mirror
and examined Mom's body close up. I had nothing to
ashamed of. In fact I looked damn good and very sexy.
Julia and Sara should have fun. I wrapped a bath towel
around myself and slipped quietly into the bedroom.
Sara and Julia were still sitting at the table making
notes on a large sheet of paper.
I lay in the bedroom with a light sheet over me for
about five minutes when the two girls came. Julia
spoke first. "We decided that you should try each
vibrator to find the one that gives you the fastest
climax. If all goes well that's three orgasms. Are you
up to it?"
"I don't know Julia. But we can give it a try. Which
are you going to try first?"
Sara answered this time. "We thought we should start
with the egg shaped one. That might take the longest,
but we really don't know. Then the one that's shaped
like a prick. I know that will work on you. It's like
the one I have at home." Julia stared at her and Sara
blushed. "Then we will use the one that fits over the
clit. Tell us the moment you climax and we will record
the time."
I removed the sheet and lay back on the bed, my legs
and arms spread apart. Julia, ever the scientist said
"I think that you should get a bit hot before we
start. Otherwise the initial conditions won't be the
same. Do you want to do it for yourself or should we
do it for you?"
"Why don't you girls do it for me? Then you can get me
the same level for each vibrator."
Julia turned to Sara. "Where do we start? She's your
Mom. I've never made love to a woman before."
Sara answered just as if I wasn't there. "Well, she
likes her legs massaged. That usually starts her off.
Then a bit of tit play. We can stroke her tits and
pull on them a bit. When the nipples erect you can
take them in your mouth and suck them. After a while
she will start squirming on the bed. When that
happens, you can put your hand on her cunt. She should
get wet easily.
"You can move your fingers around her lips and then
put a couple inside. Move them in and out. She really
likes to have her G spot rubbed. It's on the front
inside wall of her vagina. If you can find that she
will start raising and lowering her hips as if she was
being fucked. Then you can work on her clitoris. Roll
it lightly between your thumb and forefinger with one
hand while you keep finger fucking her with the other.
Just before the end, her whole body starts to quiver
and her legs start shaking. Then her legs get rigid,
she spasms, and she will cum. That's just about it for
ordinary orgasms. She can do it to herself but, if she
has the chance, she really would like someone to do it
for her."
Sara had my sexual proclivities mapped out pretty well
it seems. She was a good teacher for Julia.
Julia was taking copious notes, just like I remembered
her doing in class. "OK, I've got that. Let's start."
Julia put her notepad down and moved to the foot of
the bed. She put her hands on my leg, first
tentatively then with more assurance. "These are nice
legs," she said. "I'll bet your mom enjoys this." She
stroked up and down both legs. In the middle of the
massage she leaned over and kissed my legs. She seemed
especially attracted to my calves and the inside of my
thighs and went back to fondle and even kiss them over
and over again. It was hard for me to remain passive
but I wanted the girls to explore their playground
without adult interference.
In the meantime Sara worked on my tits. Knowing how
badly they were damaged just a couple of weeks
earlier, she was very gentle. More gentle in fact than
I liked. If this was going to be my last hurrah in
Mom's body, I wanted to go out with a bang. But we had
plenty of time yet. She tongued the sensitive ends and
played with the erect nipples. "Would you like to suck
them yourself, Mom?", she asked. "No dear, you are
doing fine," I answered. I noticed that my body was
beginning to writhe and squirm under the girl's
ministrations.
"I think she is ready for the first trial," said Sara.
Put it in Julia.
Julia took the egg shaped vibrator and licked it all
over. Then she turned on and tried to insert it in my
cunt. "I think it's too big." she said.
"I'll help you," said Sara. "Mom's cunt can take a
lot. She has had three babies."
Sara held my cunt lips apart while Julia put the
vibrator in place. "Her cunt is getting so wet," said
Julia.
"I know," said Sara, "after we finish the experiment
you should try sucking her. She has the sweetest
tasting cunt juices in the world." Sara pushed and the
vibrating egg slipped into my vagina with only the
extraction string sticking out.
"Start timing Julia. Let's see how long it takes
before she cums."
I could feel the vibrations in my cunt. They were
pleasant but they didn't have the intensity of Sara's
vibrator. It would probably make me have an orgasm but
it would take too long. Still, it would definitely
keep me just on the edge of cumming. It might be nice
to have inside on a long boring car ride or on a train
commute. It would be tough to explain though if you
set off the metal detector while trying to board an
airplane. I had the fleeting mental image of lifting
my skirt and pulling the little vibrating egg out of
my cunt while the airport security guards and
passengers looked on.
After a few minutes I said, "Girls, this one isn't
going to work fast enough. It feels nice but it isn't
intense enough to give me a quick climax. Let's pull
it out and try another. Julia, why don't you take it
out."
Julia stopped her timer and drew a long line through a
row of boxes on her score sheet. Then she approached
the foot of the bed. I spread my legs to make reaching
my clit easier. She tentatively put her fingers in my
pussy and probed for the extraction string. "I can't
find it," she said.
"It's there Julia. Probably just a bit deeper in my
vagina. Put your fingers in further and pull it out."
She probed, rubbing my clit in the process. I squirmed
and twitched. She pushed her fingers all the way in
swirling them around and giving me the most delightful
feelings as she searched for the elusive string.
Finally Julia said, "OK, I've found it." She pulled
the vibrator out, making a little pop as it pulled
free. Then in a totally uncharacteristic action for
Julia she said "You are so juicy down there. Would you
mind if I lick your cunt for a while."
"Go right ahead dear. I would like you to do it."
Julia lowered her head and started licking. I put my
hands on her head to guide her to the right places. It
was the first time I took a positive action since I
lay down. Julia needed the encouragement. Sara did
not.
"Julia," Sara asked, "doesn't Mom's cunt taste as good
as I said it did?"
Julia raised her head momentarily. "She is delicious,
Sara. How long can I do this? Will she cum?"
"She probably will if you keep it up, Julia. I think
you have gotten her hot enough to try the next
vibrator. I'm sure Mom will let you go back to licking
her cunt after we finish the test. Then you can make
her cum as many times as you want."
The next vibrator was the one that looked like a
penis. Sara clearly knew what to do with it. I
remember one evening a couple of years ago when we
masturbated each other over and over, using Sara's
vibrator on our tits, clit, and in our vaginas. We had
each other thrashing on the bed for hours without ever
touching each other with our hands or mouths. I think
we each had half a dozen orgasms, stopping only when
the batteries ran down.
This time Sara applied it expertly to my tits. The
nipples bulged and little bumps stood up all around my
areolas. The ends of my breasts became engorged by the
stimulation. My boobies had grown so large. I tried to
look down over my tits and couldn't see my feet."
Julia's eyes were riveted to my tits. Sara noticed.
"Keep timing Julia. You can play with them after she
cums."
It didn't take too long. Sara moved the vibrator down
over my belly, lingering a bit near my belly button,
then started circling my pussy. "Julia, watch closely
now. I'm going to move the vibrator directly to her
clit. It should only be a matter of seconds before she
cums. Yes - I think she is cumming now." Julia watched
me orgasm. A shattering climax that took me by
surprise. It's as if Sara had found a way to short out
my auto pilot. Of course it could have been the
novelty of the situation. I wasn't doing anything
while an expert was working magic on my body and I
could concentrate on the sensual pleasure. I could see
that Julia was fascinated by the sight of a mature
woman writhing in carnal ecstasy. She licked her lips
in anticipation.
The test with the last vibrator was almost an
anticlimax. I rested for a few minutes while Julia
enjoyed my bulging tits and nipples as Sara had
promised. She learned what turned me on very quickly.
As I knew she would.
While Julia played with my breasts and sucked my
nipples, Sara fitted the last vibrator over my pussy.
The vibrating element was positioned touching my clit.
Sara held it in place with her hand but the
instructions said that when a woman wore it during the
day little projections on the side should be attached
with spirit gum. A small bottle was included in the
box.
"Julia," Sara said. "If you can tear yourself away
from Mom's tits for a moment, start timing. I'm going
to turn on the vibrator as soon as you get ready."
Julia reluctantly abandoned my tits and picked up her
timer. I looked down to see the wet mounds and that
was almost the last thing I saw for the next couple of
minutes. Sara pressed the switch and I felt as if an
electric shock ran through my body, starting directly
from my clit and radiating to every limb and body
part. I went through the physical stages of having a
climax in double time. My body shook, my hips heaved.
My legs became rigid and I shouted "Girls, I'm going
to cum now. I'M CUMMING!" Wow did I cum!
"One minute and ten seconds," I heard Julia say.
"That's the quickest one by far."
I weakly raised my head from the bed. "Girls, I've got
to get some rest. Why don't you go shopping and enjoy
the town while I sleep for a bit. Then we can all go
out for a nice dinner."
I slept until about six that evening when the girls
came back. They had visited a couple of museums and a
few of the upscale department stores and were
chattering away about what they had seen. I showered
and dressed informally. Jeans and casual clothes were
acceptable in New York, particularly in the Greenwich
Village restaurants where we were headed. We were
lucky to find an Italian bistro that looked pretty
good within a few minutes of getting out of the cab.
The maître de escorted us to a choice table.
He tried hard but he couldn't disguise the fact that
he was alternately staring at my boobs and Sara's
boobs, trying to imagine getting his hands and mouth
on either one of us. He suggested some choice specials
on the menu, maneuvering himself to stand behind me
and look down my blouse. Long ago Mom told me that
most men paid special attention to women with big, big
boobs. She was certainly right.
The meal was excellent. Sara and Julia described their
afternoon adventures in greater detail than I wanted
to know. They decided that New York was a great place
to visit. Contrary to the old saying, one might even
want to live here. We had a couple of glasses of wine,
said goodbye to the staring maître de, and returned to
our hotel. In our absence the maid had entered,
cleaned up the suite, and turned down the beds in each
bedroom.
We had a big day of planning and preparation tomorrow
so we went to bed early. Despite my long afternoon
nap, I was still sleepy and both Sara and Julia were
yawning. The bed in my room was king sized, the one in
the girl's room was queen sized. Both girls asked if I
would mind if we all slept together. Of course I
didn't mind at all. So we had one last glass of wine,
performed out nightly ablutions and crawled into bed.
Within a few minutes I felt Julia's hands on my body.
Despite never having been with a woman before, Julia
apparently liked everything we had done. I could
easily fathom her logic - it was the same as she had
exhibited in class and during our visits to the beach
house. The sensations she had experienced were
enjoyable and she wanted more of them. It didn't
matter if they came from a man or a woman. It was how
she, herself, felt that mattered and to hell with what
everyone else thought.
I rolled on my side so that Julia could reach me
easier. She slid over in bed and started licking my
tits. Very nice indeed. Her hand reached between my
legs and started stroking my pussy. Although she may
have never fucked a woman before, she had obviously
masturbated many times and was quite skilled in cunt
play. She was getting me very hot.
After a few moments, Julia whispered in my ear, "Do
you mind if I suck you?" I kissed her and spread my
legs a bit. She took the hint and slithered herself
down so that her head could nestle in my cunt. She had
a talented tongue and I was in ecstasy. Her hands
roamed all over my legs then pulled them around her
head. Within four of five minutes I felt Julia gasp
and she started sucking harder.
Sara had not been unaware of Julia's fondling of my
body. In fact she more or less expected it. She wanted
to play too but she saw that my cunt was fully
occupied. On the other hand, Julia's was wide open.
Like I said, Julia had a very nice figure and was
careful in maintaining her body in good physical
condition. So Sara decided to test her out. She moved
down to where she could reach Julia's mound. Then she
slowly spread Julia's legs apart. Julia apparently was
too preoccupied with tonguing my vagina and clitoris
to notice at first. But she did notice when Sara
mouthed her pussy lips and clit.
We were starting a three part daisy chain. Julia on me
and Sara on Julia. The only thing I could think of was
closing the loop. I groped for and found Sara's body
and pulled her toward me. Sara understood right away.
Without taking her mouth from Julia's vulva and clit,
she positioned her pubic area so that I could reach
it. She spread her legs to give my mouth access. And I
sucked and tongued while I in turn was sucked and
tongued while Julia was sucked and tongued. There we
were, three women forming a circle on the large bed,
each with a mouth on the next one's cunt.
We must have worked each over for almost an hour,
giving and receiving each other's pussy juices.
Finally Julia lifted her head and said, "I feel like
I'm going to cum. Make me cum." Sara replied by
sucking, mouthing, and lightly chewing Julia's clit.
Julia in turn did the same to me. And I to Sara. While
we didn't all climax at the same time, we came pretty
close to each other.
Julia was the first to speak. "I've never had sex with
a woman before. Is it always this way?"
"No," said Sara. "This was pretty special. It was a
once in a decade experience."
"Maybe even a once in a lifetime experience," I chimed
in. "I've never done this before."
We were all so exhausted now that we wrapped our arms
around each other and slept like logs until morning.
The next morning we went over the details of our plan.
Julia would get into the lecture hall and try to spot
Steve and Aunt Amy. When Aunt Amy started what would
be an hour long lecture and an extended question and
answer period, she would call us on her cell phone.
Then we would place a call to the Atlas Publishing
Company requesting that Steve come to the
international phone room for an emergency message.
Julia knew that the phone room was down a long
corridor from the lecture hall. The idea was that we
would take Steve by surprise, push him into an
unoccupied conference room, and I would touch him and
switch while giving myself an orgasm. Sara even had a
little baggy containing a chloroform soaked rag that
she could hold over Steve's mouth and nose to sedate
him. I know it sounds like we were writing a script
for a bad TV mystery but it was all that we could
think of.
We even worked out how I could cum quickly. Not that I
ever had any problem cumming but I would have to make
myself orgasm within seconds after I put my hands on
Steve. I would insert the egg shaped vibrator in my
cunt and attach the clit vibrator with spirit gum. I
would turn on the egg shaped vibrator when we left our
hotel. That should prime me for sex.
After an hour of stimulation, I probably would be
ready to com if a fly landed on my clit. After we
pushed Steve into the conference room, I would switch
on the clit vibrator. That should do the job. We tried
it that morning. After wearing the egg shaped vibrator
for less than an hour, I came within 15 seconds of
triggering the one on my clit. Whether it would work
in practice was another story. I sure hoped it would.
I refrained from any sexual activity for the rest of
the day and through the night. I heard Sara and Julia
giggling and sometimes moaning in their own bedroom
but I avoided going in to check on them. Whatever they
were doing was their own business. Sara and Julia,
despite their different personalities were becoming
fast friends.
On Thursday evening we prepared for our assault. Julia
got the seat in the lecture hall that she was
promised. Sara equipped my body with the vibrators. I
looked at Mom's nude body in the bathroom mirror for
what I hoped would be the last time. She was still
lovely and those legs were fantastic. I gave her boobs
a long goodbye caress while Sara adjusted the
vibrators.
I put on an attractive dress that Sara and Julia had
bought during their shopping trip. It was to make me
look like I belonged at a fashion symposium. My dress
had a few modifications our mission. I wasn't wearing
a bra or panties. That's just so Sara could use the
penis vibrator on my tits or cunt in case I needed an
extra jolt at the last minute.
We left for the Atlas building in plenty of time and
parked out getaway car just a short distance away. It
was evening so there were plenty of parking spaces in
the Madison Avenue business district. I turned on the
egg shaped vibrator and slipped it into my cunt.
Although not intense, the vibrations were sufficiently
stimulating that I felt that I would cum if we had to
wait too long. Then we sat in the car waiting for
Julia's phone call.
Julia entered the lecture hall and sought out her
fashion editor friend. Eventually Amy Esteridge
appeared and was introduced to the audience. "Where is
her assistant?, asked Julia. "I think he is cute."
"I think he is sick," said the editor. "I heard one of
the executives say that he had the three day flu. He
is probably home in bed. I had it last month myself
and I felt totally miserable."
Julia excused herself and made us a quick phone call.
"Steve is not here," she said. "He is sick with the
flu and is probably in his apartment. I'll meet you in
the car and we can go over there right away."
This was a fortunate circumstance. It made our plan
easier because we wouldn't have to trap and overcome
Steve in the hallway. He was big and strong and it
would be a tough task for two women to overcome him
even with the chloroform rag. When Julia hopped in the
car, we drove quickly to the hotel apartment. Although
there was a doorman and reception desk at the front
entrance, Julia knew that she could get in through the
service entrance in back.
We parked nearby and entered the building through the
back door. The vibrations in my cunt made it difficult
for me to walk. I desperately wanted to put both hands
in my pussy and finish myself off. Fortunately the
service elevator was unlocked and we took it to the
apartment floor. Julia produced her key and we quietly
entered the door. The apartment was dark except for a
night light in the hall leading to the bedroom. The
bedroom door was partly open. In the dim light we
could see Steve sleeping. He was tossing fitfully and
was surrounded by discarded Kleenex. The bed table had
several bottles of over the counter cold remedies. He
looked so sorry that I felt bad for him, forgetting
for the moment that it was really Mom living in my
body.
Sara produced a pair of handcuffs from her bag. This
was one of the goodies that she had purchased in the
sex shop. She whispered to me. "Put these around your
ankles when you sit by his bed. After the switch you
don't want Mom getting up and running after us." I was
proud of my sister. Sara had thought of everything.
The vibrations in my vagina were driving me up the
wall. I knew that I was going to have a climax in just
a few minutes so I might as well put it to good use. I
quietly crept over to Steve's bed and sat on the floor
next to him. Then I snapped the handcuffs around my
ankles as Sara suggested. Steve tossed and turned and
seemed to be on the verge of awakening. I leaned back
resting on the edge of the bed. I could finally let it
all go. I was so keyed up that cumming was as
important as switching. I could feel my body start to
shake in the buildup to an orgasm.
It always happened this way. First the slight shake,
then the hip thrusts, then the random leg movements,
and finally the orgasm itself with total leg rigidity
and body spasms. I put my hand on Steve's leg, leaned
my head back, and pressed the switch of the clit
vibrator. And I quivered, spasmed, and nearly came. I
tried to push the wedge before the orgasm and make the
switch but nothing seemed to be happening. Steve still
tossed fitfully on the bed and I was still in Mom's
body. I panicked. Maybe I wasn't doing it right. Maybe
I need a more intense stimulation.
Desperately I pulled my boob out of my blouse and
jammed the nipple in my mouth. I sucked and chewed,
trying to raise myself to a climax. The clit vibrator
helped and I felt myself rising to the peak. Suddenly
the reason that the switch wasn't working dawned on
me. One of Steve's cold medicines must have contained
aspirin and it was blocking the switch. Still I had to
try. I might never get another chance.
I chewed hard on my boob as I started to shudder
through my delayed orgasm. BANG! A loud explosion
reverberated through the room. I was so startled that
I bit down hard enough to break a tooth. Sara had come
in behind me and fired off a starter's pistol right
behind my head.
I was lying in bed dazed, trying to shake off the haze
of the cold medicines. The loud explosion had wakened
me. Sara and Julia hustled me on to my feet and helped
me stagger out of the bedroom. The last thing I saw
was Mom sitting on the floor holding up her breast in
one hand. It was spouting blood. The other hand held a
brown blob of flesh about the size of an acorn. She
was screaming, "My breast, what's happened to my
breast?"
Even in my daze I could tell what had happened. Mom's
worst fear had come to pass. She had bitten off her
own nipple.
***
Back home, Sara, Julia and I talked about what had
happened. After my failed switch Sara realized, even
before me, that the cold medicines were blocking the
body swap. She had bought the starter pistol along
with the handcuffs on the off chance that we would
need an alternate method of switching. I'm happy that
she was so foresighted. I wouldn't have thought of it
but the female mind works in devious ways.
It took the rest of the week to get over the flu but
when I did I felt great. I was back in my real body.
Mom had taken good care of it. Her exercise obsession
left me lean and muscular. She avoided all the junk
foods that I loved. I had a real cock and balls
instead of boobs and a clit.
The first night after I recovered from the flu I
fondled my cock, just to get reacquainted with it.
Sara and I both played with it and watched it get
hard. Even with all the action that Mom and Aunt Amy
had given it, the wonderful sensations were all there.
It was an appendage that I was anxious to use. Sara
was anxious to help me use it too. Without any
foreplay, she straddled me, grabbed my hard cock and
shoved it into her cunt.
"I've waited so long for this," she gasped between
thrusts of her hips. I watched her moving up and down
on me, her breasts flailing, her hair in disarray, her
face almost contorted by passion. How beautiful she
looked. I grabbed her body and flipped her over on the
bed, driving into her. The feeling was wonderful and
intense. All my sexuality was centered in my cockhead.
We both exploded in a simultaneous orgasm, just like
we did so many years ago. We had so much catching up
to do.
We snuggled and cuddled and clung together almost the
whole weekend, only taking time to eat and feed
Stephanie. Stephanie was a bit confused by me. But
after a while she accepted me as a member of her
family. I don't know how we will eventually explain
that I am her mother and Sara, in my body, was her
father. Or that I fed her for a year with my flat, now
male, breasts and tiny nipples. Of course Sara and I
fucked, over and over, both of us expressing our very
real love for each other. Sara was simultaneously my
twin, my lover, and my best friend.
Our sex now had a new maturity. I had experienced what
it was like to be fucked as a woman and to have a
lesbian relationship. I had grown out of that almost
pathological obsession with Mom's body that I had as a
teenager. I loved Sara for herself alone. When Sara
and I made love it was because we sincerely wanted to
please the other. Not that I wasn't passionately
turned on by her. Still the fact that Sara was growing
to be a mirror image of Mom didn't hurt. It helped our
love making.
When I kissed her breasts, I knew the areas to touch
with my tongue that would give her the most pleasure.
I knew where to put my fingers in her cunt. And I knew
how to fuck her like a master. I remembered all the
little tricks that Professor Milner had used on me. I
had pretty well forgotten what I had learned in his
class but I well recalled how much I enjoyed his cock
in me.
We loved each other almost every night. I'm not saying
we fucked every night, we didn't. But we lay in each
other's arms and caressed each other's bodies until we
both fell asleep. Actually I'm lying. We fucked most
nights. Then we lay in each other's arms.
Eventually it dawned on us that we were in an
untenable situation. The neighbors knew that we were
twins and that little Stephanie was our sister. People
would talk. More important, Mom and Aunt Amy might
work out a method of getting back at us. I'm sure that
they were angry that we had upset their "ideal" life
style.
Neither woman would have a young male stud to use as
they saw fit. Mom must also have been seriously pissed
about biting off her own nipple. Although she had done
it to herself she knew that I was responsible. To
block unintended switches we both went on a regime of
an aspirin and a vitamin pill a day. It was probably
good for our health too.
Money wasn't the problem. We had transferred all our
assets out of Mom and Aunt Amy's reach. It was just
that we couldn't live in our community any more. I had
no job or college degree and Sara didn't want the
offered internship. So we simply decided to put our
house up for sale and leave.
***
To make a long story short, Sara and I moved to a
small town in Northern California. We bought a tiny
vineyard, the kind that wealthy tycoons buy to pretend
that they are gentlemen farmers. Don't imagine Ernest
and Julio Gallo riding through fields of grapes. What
we bought, through our Swiss bank agents, was a nice
house and a couple of dozen acres of vineyard. The
property was ostensibly owned by a Swiss investment
management firm.
Our vineyard was named the Hemingway Wine Cellars. Not
after the famous author but after the grizzled gold
prospector who staked a claim on the land over a
century ago. When he failed to find gold he moved on
and the land passed through several owners. It ended
up with an Italian winemaker who planted the vines and
started making wine. His kids preferred the life of
the big city so the vineyard became ours.
The vineyard land was leased to a neighbor who farmed
it and sold the grapes to a wine producing cooperative
who bottled it under our label. Our land produced a
few hundred cases of quality wine a year, respected in
all the local bistros. The vineyard earned just enough
profit to keep the IRS from getting suspicious. Most
important, what we received was a plausible cover.
I legally changed my last name to Hemingway in keeping
with the vineyard name. Sara and I passed as a young
married couple with Stephanie as our daughter. It was,
except for the married part, true enough. We even
fixed the marriage part. The summer after we arrived
in California we took a weekend drive to Reno and got
married in one of those quickie chapels. Sara used her
real name, I used my new name. No questions were
asked. As far as the law is concerned we are now Mr.
and Mrs. Hemingway. It says so on the county records.
Stephanie was now in first grade. Her absence from the
house for five hours a day gave Sara and I plenty of
opportunity to have long leisurely lunches nibbling on
each other's private parts. From 12 to 1 each day
became our special "phone off the hook" orgasm hour.
We would talk, fuck, and indulge each other in every
private fantasy.
For the most part our lives were quiet and fully
satisfied.
Today was different. Sara had been out all morning.
When she returned she grabbed me and led me directly
to the bedroom. "Fuck me, big brother," she said
without any perfunctory talk. She stripped her
clothes off and undressed me. Then she pushed me on
the bed and began rubbing my penis. When it achieved
the necessary degree of stiffness, she thrust it
directly into her vagina. It slipped in easily. Her
cunt was sopping wet, as if she had been fingering it
for a long time.
"That feels so good!" exclaimed Sara. "I've been
wanting to do this all morning. I've got something to
tell you but first suck my tits and make me cum." I
wasted no time getting to my appointed task.
Sara rolled her left nipple until it was hard and then
jammed it into my open mouth. "Fuck me Big Brother,
suck me, fuck me, suck me," Sara crooned as she
writhed on top of me. Her hands caressed my body, with
occasional detours to her unoccupied breast and her
turgid clitoris. Her hips lifted and dropped pistoning
my cock into her vagina. She clutched me tightly with
both arms. I could feel the initial vibrations from
her breast, strong enough to pull the nipple from my
mouth. She started to shake toward orgasm and I could
feel her thighs go rigid. It wouldn't be long now.
Just as she was losing control, I said urgently "Look
at me."
Sara opened her eyes. Looking into her eyes while we
fucked was shockingly intimate, a kind of ultimate
nakedness. Nothing could be hidden. "Don't close your
eyes," I commanded.
"I'm getting there," Sara gasped. "- now fuck me hard.
Yes, yes, YES!" At the final YES, I felt my cum
explode into her cunt.
Sara forced herself to hold my gaze while her hips
jerked and she gasped with the spasms of pleasure that
shook her body. Her eyes remained locked on mine while
we both shuddered in release. The climax was as
intense as the first time we had made love.
When it was all over she grabbed me and held me,
panting and shaking with emotion. I felt that she
never wanted to let me go.
After the ten minutes it took for our breathing to
return to normal, Sara sat up and shook her body like
a satisfied cat, breasts and hair swinging. "How
beautiful she is," I thought.
"Now I suppose you want to hear the news. I've been to
the doctor and, guess what, we are pregnant!" I was
overjoyed.
"We are going to have that baby that we both wanted. I
can't wait until my breasts get full and I can start
nursing. I loved it so much the last time."
"I can switch and help you if it becomes too much of a
chore."
"Not an chance," said Sara, "I'm going to do this one
all by myself. But I'm sure that there will be enough
of my milk for two or maybe three."
Julia was the only person we had kept in touch with
from our past. She knew too much of our story. We had
to swear her to secrecy. We received a letter from her
about a year after we bought the vineyard, the first
letter in a long time. She had taken a job as a
programmer at a software company in the next town and
wanted to know if she could stay with us for a few
days while she got settled. "That should be fun," said
Sara. "We have plenty of room."
Enclosed in the letter were a couple of pictures. One
was of me, the other Julia. We were both standing
facing the camera, totally nude, with Magic Marker
circles painted around strategic areas of our body.
Sara looked quizzically at the pictures and I had to
fill her in on all the details of the story.
"That should be even more fun," she said.
Julia came to visit about three weeks later. Her new
job would start in two days. She had arranged an
apartment with a real estate agency. That evening we
had a good dinner washed down with a couple of bottles
of one of our best wines. We talked and talked about
what had happened and filled Julia in about all the
little details of our confused lives. I don't know why
we were being so forthcoming. Probably because no one
else would believe it.
In turn Julia confessed that since her parents had
died we were the two people in the world to whom she
felt closest. She didn't know much about modern me but
she remembered our high school relationship with a
great deal of fondness. If Julia had been capable of
any great emotion, I would say that she actually loved
me. Sara was different. Her relationship with Sara was
one of sexual fulfillment.
Julia and I had had quite satisfactory, and sometimes
even great sex, but Sara was the first woman she had
ever cum with. Julia, so rational in other ways, had
never contemplated having a climax with another woman.
In fact, knowing Julia, we were among the few people
in the world, besides herself, of course, who had
given her orgasms. Perhaps the only two. OK, three if
you include Mom.
And it was a real shame. She had matured into a very
attractive, intelligent woman. She had given up her
thick glasses in favor of contact lenses. In fact she
was quite beautiful once you got past the fact that
she didn't wear any makeup and dressed as if she
shopped for her clothes at Goodwill.
After breakfast the next day, we asked her what she
wanted to do. Stephanie had left for school so we had
five hours to show her the sights. She thought about
it for a moment then asked. "Do you really want an
honest answer?"
"Of course we do Julia. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, what I really want to do is - - I don't know
how to put it any other way. What I want to do is have
sex with both of you. The two high points of my life
were when I was Steve's lab partner in high school and
that week in New York with you, Sara, and your Mom. I
really felt alive then. Nothing I've experienced can
compare with it."
I was taken totally by surprise. I knew Julia was
super honest but I never expected that forthright
response. Sara handled it with much more aplomb. She
went up to Julia, hugged her and kissed her on the
lips.
"So how do you want to do it?" Sara asked. "Do you
want to sleep with us individually or with both of us
together"
Sara's response was so matter of fact that it
surprised even me. She was discussing the most
intimate subject as casually as if she was choosing
vegetables in the supermarket. I had an instantaneous
flashback to that moment so long ago when Mom asked me
just as casually, "When did you decide you wanted to
fuck your Mommy?"
"Both of you together. I would love that." Julia
responded.
"Well," said Sara, "a threesome sounds wonderful. If
you have no other plans, we could all go into the
bedroom and start now. We should have at least four
hours before Stephanie comes home." With that, Sara
stood up, took us both by the hands, and led her far
from reluctant breakfast partners into the master
bedroom.
The room was dimly illuminated with bright California
sunlight filtering though the pulled shades. Sara
turned to Julia ad said. "It's your show. Where do you
want to start?"
Julia looked at both of us. She said, "I didn't expect
this to happen so fast. I know that it's still morning
but could we have another glass of that delicious wine
we had last night. That will give me time to think it
over."
I brought a bottle and three glasses from the kitchen
and poured a full one for each of us. "This is a
strong wine, Julia. It's a bit fortified so don't
drink it too fast."
"I won't" said Julia as she took a hefty gulp. "I
never get drunk."
We sat around and talked for a while, mostly about
casual things, yet the 600 pound gorilla in the room
was the realization that in a little while I would
probably have my cock in Julia's cunt while she would
be eating out Sara's pussy. But how to get started?
As she usually was, Sara was the practical one.
"Julia, " she said, "why don't you start by undressing
Steve and me. While you are taking our clothes off,
you can decide what you want to do next."
Julia took another gulp of her drink and rose,
slightly unsteadily to her feet. I'm sure the wine
didn't affect her yet so it must have been the anxiety
of the situation. She approached me and started to
unbutton my shirt. I helped with the hard buttons but
she did most of the work. Within a minute she had my
shirt off and unbuttoned my pants. "While you step out
of those clothes, Steve, I'll work on Sara."
Sara was easier. All she was wearing was a loose
cardigan sweater over her bra and some panties under
her short skirt. Julia was used to woman's clothes and
had her undressed in a few seconds. She unsnapped the
bra and Sara's big breasts swung free, glad, I'm sure,
not to be confined any more.
Julia looked at Sara's lovely mounds, then reached out
her hands and slowly pulled a boob toward her face.
Sara didn't move. She just stood still waiting to see
where Julia's fancy led her. Julia engulfed the nipple
in her mouth and started sucking. Sara put her hand
around Julia's head and held her close. After about a
minute of sucking, Julia released Sara's breast, then
looked closely at it. The wet nipple was engorged and
the areola had become bumpy. I remembered that Mom's
nipple had looked much the same way when she showed me
the pleasures of breast play.
Indeed, Sara now totally resembled the Mom of my
memories. She had the same hourglass figure, big
breasts, and gorgeous legs. She also shared Mom's
enjoyment of direct, uncomplicated sex. Fortunately
she didn't share Mom's obsessive hang-ups. Our
lovemaking was always enjoyable but we were spared
Mom's insatiable, out of control lust. At least most
of the time. Once in a while we fucked ourselves to
exhaustion. I loved her deeply.
But one thing I didn't know was how Sara would handle
seeing me make love to another woman. Or, for that
matter, how I would react to seeing her make love.
This was something we would have to discover about
each other. She knew, as did I, that we had both
fucked other people. She now realized that Julia and I
had been an item through high school. Also in Mom's
body I had been fucked by Dad, by me, by Sara herself,
by Diane, by Prof. Milner, and by all those dozens of
anonymous clients that she had bedded. Sara's had not
told me about her own lovers.
I assume she had had several in college during the
time I was in Mom's body. It was hard to imagine
someone as beautiful and passionate as Sara going
without a cock in her cunt from time to time. But
obviously her relationships never lasted long. She was
insistent that the best sex in her life was with me,
Steve, with Mom, and with Julia.
Julia took a step backward, bent over slightly, then
put one hand on Sara's mound while the other cradled
my balls and cock. It was almost as if she couldn't
decide whom to do first. For Julia it had to be a
rational decision. It must have been an odd sight.
Sara and I were nude, standing next to each other like
statues in a Grecian garden, while Julia was fully
clothed with a hand in each of our pubic areas.
She was working my cock with her fingers and rapidly
making me hard. I couldn't see but I could sense that
she had some of the fingers of her other hand in
Sara's cunt. In a sense, she was giving me a hand job
and finger fucking Sara. I had the feeling that Julia
would, if she could, give Sara and me orgasms at the
same time.
Sara, very perceptive Sara, immediately understood the
nature of Julia's dilemma. Julia wanted both of us in
the worst way but she was afraid that if she fucked me
first, Sara would get jealous, and if she fucked Sara
first, I would get jealous.
"Julia," Sara said, "there is no need to decide which
of us to "do" first. Remember that in a threesome, we
all do it to each other together. The main rule is not
to leave anyone out. You can't be selfish or jealous.
Each person should try to get the other two to make
love to each other. The best part is when we all can
make each other cum at the same time. Lie down on the
bed while we undress you and we will see what
happens."
Bowing to the logic of Sara's approach, Julia squeezed
my, by now, erect penis and removed her fingers from
Sara's cunt then reluctantly let go of our private
parts and lay down on our large bed. Sara and I
removed her jeans and shirt. To our surprise Julia was
wearing frilly and very feminine undergarments. A
Victoria's Secret bra and lace panties. She must have
recently discovered her feminine side.
The frilly undergarments looked good on her. She had
kept her athletic figure although she had filled out a
bit. She would have made a great swimsuit model. Sara,
on the other hand, with Mom's genes, would have been
better suited for Playboy rather than Sports
Illustrated. Looking at either of them was enough to
make my prick hard. The thought that my prick would
soon be in either or both of them made it even harder.
Sara unfastened Julia's bra and gently removed it
while I slid her panties down her long legs. Julia
really had matured into a beautiful woman. Her
breasts, while not overly large, were very pretty with
erect nipples. Her tanned legs were slim and muscular.
She raised herself to a sitting position and asked
"What should I do now?" Having a plan was very
important for her.
"Don't worry Julia. Do whatever you feel like doing.
Remember how nice it was when we all went to bed
together in New York. It will be just the same except
this time one of us has a penis."
Sara went on teasingly, "How about if we both make
love to you at the same time? I'll start by loving you
above the waist while Steve will love you below. Or
would you rather I did the left side and Steve did the
right side? Then we can switch positions. Is that OK?"
Sara winked at me and I nodded my assent.
"I think that either would be great," said Julia
seriously, her confidence reasserting itself. "But if
I really get to decide, this is what I want. Sara, I
remember sucking your Mom's pussy from our week in New
York. Her juices tasted wonderful. You are growing to
look so much like her, I think that you must taste the
same way. So while I play with your tits, I want you
to sit over me so that I can suck your cunt until you
climax. And Steve, while I'm sucking Sara, I want you
to do the same to me. Suck me and finger fuck me, and
when you feel me getting really hot, I want you to jam
your big cock into me and fuck me for all I'm worth.
If we do it right, we can all cum at the same time.
Won't that be great? And then when we get done, we can
all take turns doing each other."
This was the Julia of old, orchestrating a three way
lab experiment.
Sara sat down on the bed and put her arms around
Julia, kissing her on the mouth. Julia's hands found
Sara's breasts and started kneading them gently. She
raised one to her mouth and tongued the nipple. Sara
held Julia's head to her breast with one hand and
lowered the other until it could touch her mound. Her
outstretched fingers stroked Julia's cunt lips. In the
meantime I crawled between Julia's legs and worked my
hands up her thighs. I remembered from our mapping of
each other's erogenous zones that the inside of
Julia's thighs were very sensitive.
My memory was good. As I fondled the soft flesh on the
inside of her thighs she started to squirm. Julia
wrapped her long legs around me and tried to pull me
up to her cunt. When I got there I found Sara's hand
stroking Julia's outer pussy lips. Sara removed her
hand and guided my head into place. Without missing a
beat, my tongue replaced Sara's fingers on Julia's
labia. I could faintly hear Julia moan with pleasure
even through my head was buried between her strong
thighs. After a few more minutes of sucking and
nibbling, Julia's cunt was sopping. Her pussy lips
were swollen and her clit was protruding like a tiny
cock. I felt that it was time for a real fuck.
I gently pried Julia's thighs apart, even though she
tried to hold me close, and rose to a kneeling
position between her legs. My prick was exactly level
with her cunt. Julia wrapped her legs around my butt
and pulled me toward her. I rubbed the end of my cock
against her clit to moisten it slightly, although I
was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. A final thrust of
Julia's legs pulled me right into her welcoming
vagina, the first time I had been in her since high
school many years ago. It felt wonderful. All the old
memories came back. I knew that I would have to
concentrate on not cumming too soon otherwise I would
blow my wad on the spot.
On my knees, I could see over Julia's body. She had
shifted her attention from Sara's breasts. Sara was
straddling her face while Julia was avidly licking and
sucking Sara's cunt. Sara and I looked at each other,
reached out and held hands. I could see from her face
that she enjoyed Julia's eating out her cunt
immensely. It was an isosceles triangle of sex, Sara
at one end, me at the other, and Julia at the base
connecting all of us. Sara's eyes were getting glazed
and an energized look was passing over her face. She
was starting to appear as she did just before a climax
when we fucked. "Are you nearly there?" I asked. Sara
nodded. I'm not sure that she was in a condition to
speak.
The way Julia was moving and twisting her body showed
that she was on the verge of orgasm too. There was no
need to hold back my climax any longer. I began
driving my hard cock into Julia's cunt assisted by the
motion of her legs around my body. Every time I would
move back, she would flex her legs and pull me
forward. In a sense, she was fucking herself with my
cock. It was attached to me but she was moving it in
and out.
Sara had passed beyond the glazed state and was on the
verge of cumming. She placed my hands on her tits.
"Pull," she managed to utter. "Squeeze hard."
I grasped Sara's tits and pulled them in time with the
motion of Julia's legs. We were all in sync with each
other. Julia's tongue on Sara's clitoris, Julia's legs
pulling my cock into her cunt, my fingers on Sara's
nipples. We were all rising to a climax
simultaneously. The feeling in my prick was
overwhelming. I could feel my sperm bursting out. It
was a massive cum.
Sara, gasped and shuddered while I watched. She threw
her head back and screamed "Yes, yes! I'm cumming!"
And Julia, quiet unemotional Julia, literally spasmed
under us. Her body twisted and turned. She breathed
deeply as she came down from her high. Her face was
flushed. Finally she freed her mouth from Sara's cunt
and said "That was fantastic. I've never ever cum so
hard. I love both of you so much. Thank you, thank you
both."
We all collapsed on the bed together, Sara on one
side, me on the other and Julia in the middle. I think
we dozed off for half an hour. I awakened when I felt
Julia take my hand and place it firmly on Sara's
breast. Sara opened her eyes and smiled. Julia was
sitting up in bed sipping what was left of her wine.
"Do we have any more time?" she asked.
"Sure," replied Sara. "Stephanie won't be home for a
couple of hours yet. Did you have something in mind?
Remember, it's your party. Your wish is our command."
"Is it really?" said Julia. "In that case if we have a
couple of hours left, I would like to see you and
Steve make love. Really make love as if I wasn't here.
Then, if we have any time left, I would like to make
love to you, Sara."
Sara glanced at me and I nodded my assent. "Whatever
gave you that idea, Julia?"
"You did," Julia replied. "Remember you told me that
in a threesome each person should try to get the other
two to make love to each other. I know you love each
other deeply and I would really like to see you two do
it. When you and I fuck, Sara, it is mostly fantastic
sex but when you and Steve do it, it is real love.
Besides, if I feel myself left out when I'm watching
you fuck, I can always give myself a quick climax."
So the remainder of the day, until just before
Stephanie came home from school Sara and I enjoyed a
leisurely fuck session while Julia watched. We didn't
feel in the least embarrassed. One in a while Julia
would reach in and stroke one of our body parts that
was unoccupied at the moment. Just after our second
climax we took a pause and watched Julia, eyes closed,
sitting with her legs over the arm of an overstuffed
chair industriously massaging her own cunt. "I think I
should be more hospitable to our guest," whispered
Sara. "We can continue this later."
We both silently rose from the bed and tiptoed over to
Julia. Sara kissed her on the lips as I lifted her and
carried her over to the bed. I laid her down gently.
Sara covered her with her own body, wrapping arms and
legs about her. Julia looked bewildered. She was just
in the middle of masturbating to a fantasy of fucking
Sara when suddenly her dream came true. Sara nodded
her head in the direction of the kitchen and I took
the hint. "I think I'll fix us something to eat," I
said as I left the bedroom.
When I returned in half an hour with some sandwiches
and Cokes I found Julia and Sara in a 69 position
avidly eating each other out. I'm sure they didn't
want food at that moment so I just sat in the armchair
munching a sandwich while I watched two of the most
beautiful women I knew make love to each other. It was
so erotic that even in my exhausted state my cock
became hard. Well, I would have an opportunity use it
on Sara later that night.
Which brings up a point that I wondered about. I know
that Mom was multi orgasmic. Sara and I seemed to
exhibit much of the same trait especially when we made
love to each other. Did it run in families, like the
ability to switch or was it just a function of our
love for each other? How did Julia fit in? I guess we
will just have to experiment until we find out. But in
the meantime I enjoyed the sight of Sara and Julia
rolling, licking, sucking, biting, massaging, and
orgasming on the bed.
Then Stephanie came home and we behaved like
responsible adults for the rest of the evening. Except
for one incident that I never got around to telling
Sara about. While she was getting Stephanie ready for
bed and reading her a bedtime story, I decided to take
a shower. Julia came in when I was undressed, opened
her robe and simply said "Fuck me Steve. Right here,
now."
"What! Why?"
"I fucked Sara twice this morning and you only once. I
want to keep things even."
Logical Julia was not to be denied. She pressed her
body against mine, squeezing her breasts against my
chest. One hand grabbed my now hard cock and plunged
it directly into her cunt at the identical instant
that her tongue plunged into my mouth in the mother of
all French kisses. I pressed Julia up against the
bathroom wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist,
my hands were around her ass, her tongue in my mouth
and we fucked until we both came. It had all taken
less than ten minutes from the time Julia entered the
bathroom but we both had huge climaxes. It was a
really satisfactory spontaneous fuck and Julia's books
were in balance.
The next day we drove Julia to town, to work, and to
her new apartment.
Julia's work schedule was odd. The company she worked
for was in the medical support business. It wrote
software and set up computer facilities for doctor's
offices. Julia was the software trouble shooter. When
things went wrong, she visited the doctor's office and
sorted out the equipment and software. Most MDs didn't
work on Wednesdays so that was one of Julia's days
off. On the other hand, she worked on Saturdays. So
thanks to the medical profession's golf days, Julia
was a regular visitor and lover every Wednesday. Sara
and I and Julia fucked, sometimes individually,
sometimes together. Our passion and affection for each
other grew.
Julia would often stay over after our morning's carnal
recreation. When Stephanie came home from school they
would play games with each other and go for long
walks. They both had the same avid curiosity and
childlike appreciation for the wonders of nature. The
bond was so strong that Sara and I felt that it was
like having another child, a big sister for Stephanie.
Their relationship made our Wednesday morning sessions
even more kinky. Sex with Julia took on an added
spice. Julia admitted that she sometimes enjoyed being
fucked by "Mommy" and "Daddy" as well as by her more
contemporary lovers.
When I was pregnant in Mom's body I enjoyed sex almost
to the moment that Stephanie was born. But then I
didn't have a penis ramming into me. Sara would give
me massages, play with my tits and suck my cunt. And I
would reciprocate with her until we both orgasmed. It
was great girl sex.
When Sara reached her eighth month she confided in me
that penetration was getting uncomfortable. She loved
my caresses in bed. Her clitoris became a super
erogenous zone, and we both enjoyed sucking on her
tits, now enormous. Between hand jobs and finger
fucking we gave each other plenty of climaxes. But
actual fucking didn't work well.
During our Wednesday mornings with Julia, very
pregnant Sara insisted that I fuck Julia while she
watched. We didn't object to that arrangement. By this
time Julia was so much a part of our family and our
sex life that Sara almost thought of Julia's body
parts as an extension of her own. It was much the
feeling that she and I had about Mom's body as a
communal sex object. We could each use it as we wanted
without the other feeling jealous. Sara told me that
when Julia and I made love, she could almost feel it
in her own cunt. She felt happy that the two people in
the world she cared the most for enjoyed pleasuring
each other.
Julia and I certainly looked forward to our Wednesday
sex sessions. A hard cock enjoys any receptive cunt.
Julia's cunt and the rest of her beautiful body were
certainly receptive. We went at each other like
animals in heat, Julia's legs wrapped around me while
I drove in and out. We would both cum, hold each other
tightly until we caught our breath, and then start
over again.
Apparently Sara also enjoyed herself while Julia and I
fucked. In between ejaculations, and whenever my mouth
was not occupied with Julia's classic breasts, I could
turn my head and see Sara seated in the armchair
pleasuring herself. She would raise one tit and roll
the nipple until it was stiff, then suck on it. I
could see Sara's cheeks hollow and fill as she sucked
her pre-milk while fingering herself to orgasm after
orgasm. Like mother, like daughter.
***
Baby Ben was born two months ago. He has two adoring
parents, an adoring big sister who sometimes wishes
that he had been a golden retriever instead, and an
adoring godmother. Sara had an easy pregnancy, coached
by a big brother who had been through it before. And
Julia lost her job.
She didn't exactly lose her job. Because of the
financial crisis, the company went bankrupt. On the
other hand, our small vineyard was doing well. Our
wines had won several prestigious taste tests and were
highly rated by the critics. We were selling all we
could make and even contemplated buying some
additional land.
Julia moved in with us, ostensibly to help Sara with
the children. Our house, which had seemed so large a
year ago, now was comfortably sized. We had plenty of
rooms and all were filled with happiness.
Sara and I have now started making love again. Her
vagina has healed from the minor surgery necessary for
an easy birth. In fact she is tighter than before,
just like the Sara of our first intercourse. We both
love the new feelings. To top it all off, we both get
to play with Sara's big milky tits. They have grown to
almost the same size as Mom's tits and seem to be
equally sensitive.
There are differences, of course. Sara is younger than
Mom was and her breasts are firmer. The areolas are
darker and larger. Mom's were the size of a silver
dollar and light brown. Sara's, at least while she is
nursing, are almost twice as large and the color of
milk chocolate. She claims that the areolas are rich
in nerve endings and so the bigger they are, the more
fun it is to play with them. I'm not that sure about
it. I had a lot of fun playing with Mom's tits even
with smaller areolas.
One of the things about sexual pleasure is, even
though you can give it to other people, you can't
share the other person's sensations and experience.
When I fondled or sucked Mom's tits the erotic
sensation was as much as I could bear. A protracted
session of breast play was enough to bring me to the
edge of orgasm. A quick flick of the clit was all it
took to drive me over the edge. I don't see how Sara
could be much more sensitive otherwise she would cum
every time a slight breeze wafted over her nipples.
But I can't deny that Sara is a tit lover. She likes
nursing Ben just like I liked nursing Stephanie. If
Ben doesn't empty a breast, she sucks the remaining
milk out herself. She claims that her OB told her to
make sure to empty her breast each feeding to keep the
milk flowing. If I am in the room, and she is feeling
particularly unselfish, she will offer the still
turgid boob to me to finish off.
Even Julia gets a taste, sometimes in our morning
coffee and sometimes direct from the source. When I
came home yesterday Ben was asleep in his crib. Sara
and Julia were on the couch, Julia was stretched out,
her eyes closed, her head in Sara's lap sucking the
sweet goodies from Sara's dangling breast. Sara was
moving her hand under Julia's skirt and was obviously
finger fucking her while she nursed.
I sat down in a chair opposite the couch to watch.
Sara smiled, then raised one finger to her lips
warning me not to make a noise. She increased the rate
at which she was stroking Julia's cunt, moving her
fingers in and out and rubbing her thumb over the
clit. Julia's body started to shake. She grabbed
Sara's breast with both hands to force it deeper into
her mouth. Julia's hips rose and fell in time with
Sara's hand motion. Her legs began to do a little
dance on the couch. Then her back arched and Julia
exploded in what appeared to be a very satisfactory
orgasm.
At that point Julia noticed that I was in the room.
She blushed. It was the first time I had ever seen her
blush. Sara, on the other hand, didn't seem at all
disturbed by her exhibition. Jealousy didn't play much
of a part in the relationship that Sara and I had. We
loved each other with all our hearts.
How could we be jealous? She had encouraged Julia and
me to fuck like rabbits when she was pregnant and then
she masturbated while she watched. She and Julia had
gone 69 many times with my blessing. In my body Sara
had fucked me as Mom and even had made me pregnant. I
had fucked her both as Sara and Mom and made her
pregnant. She had sucked milk out of my tits and I had
sucked milk from hers. We were just a pair of over
sexed twins. We simply had two bodies that both of us
owned in common.
***
About three months later Sara and I switched. While I
was busy managing the vineyard, Sara had been writing
short stories under the name of S. Hemingway. She had
a natural talent, and, after a rocky start, began to
be published in literary magazines. A San Francisco
publisher wanted to release a book length collection
of her stories.
The scheduled meeting in the city would last for two
days with the editors, cover designers, artists, and
so forth. Sara learned that he had a long standing
prejudice against woman writers. Since she never
listed her given name as the author, just her initial,
she would go down in my body to negotiate the deal. I
suppose it was a shoddy trick but she really wanted to
have a book published. The publisher, in turn,
probably assumed that S. Hemingway was an
unacknowledged child, or at least a relative of the
well-known author.
She had a couple of other justifications for
switching. She was still nursing Ben and she was
afraid that her breasts would start hurting if they
didn't get periodically emptied. The two times she had
gone 24 hours without breast feeding her tits had
pained her terribly. Also Stephanie and Ben would miss
their mother. She convinced me that I could solve her
problem by nursing Ben and being there for Stephanie.
She also reminded me that I once asked to switch with
her after she had the baby. I then reminded her that
one of the reasons she agreed to switch was to
masturbate as much as she wanted with my cock.
"That too," said Sara. "I know that you will have an
orgy with my tits and cunt so I might as well have fun
with your penis."
So we switched. It had been almost three years since
the last time but it worked just the same. Sara and I
had a few drinks after the kids were in bed and then
in the middle of a relaxed fuck we pushed the wedge
and exchanged bodies. It felt strange having tits and
a cunt again after so long. I hugged Sara and felt her
push her thick cock into me. "I'm just seeing if it
works the same way," said Sara, "and I'll bet you feel
that my cunt loves it."
"It does, Sara. While you're at it, suck one of these
big tits too. Make love to me from top to bottom." She
sucked and fucked and we both came - again.
Early the next morning Sara, in my body, hopped into
the car for an hour long drive to the big city. I got
Stephanie off to school, fed and changed Ben, and then
sat at my desk to read the agricultural reports. Julia
came in to my little office and stood behind me. She
was apparently unaware of the swap. For some reason I
thought that Sara had told her what we were going to
do, but I guess not.
"Are you checking Steve's paperwork dear? He is
usually pretty accurate, although he does make
mistakes in addition from time to time." Julia leaned
over my shoulder and put her arms around me. Her hands
gravitated to my breasts. She lifted one in each hand.
"These are pretty heavy Sara. Do you need help in
emptying them?"
She was right about the breasts being full. Ben hadn't
been very hungry this morning and it had been so long
since I had a pair of tits that I forgot about how
often they needed to be milked. Four times a day is
the norm and Sara's hadn't been really drained since
last night.
Without saying a word Julia leaned over my shoulder,
put both hands in my loose blouse, and pulled out a
big bulging breast. It was so matter of fact that I
didn't have time to react. She raised it up as far as
would go, leaned over a bit further, and jammed it in
her mouth. She gave a couple of hard sucks and I could
feel the milk start to flow.
It feels so good to have an adult drain your tit. The
sucks are so powerful and the sensation of milk
literally gushing out is intense. After a couple of
more sucks she pulled the pap from her mouth. Turning
to me and said, "Sara, why don't you do the other one.
You really need it. Your breasts are as hard as
rocks."
Of course she was right. I had been ignoring the
twinges of discomfort from my breasts for the last two
hours. I shrugged my blouse off and let it dangle
around my waist. My hands had easy access to my other
breast. Logical Julia had assessed the situation
correctly. It was almost as hard as a rock. Another
few minutes and milk would have spurted from my nipple
like soda from a drugstore fountain. I raised the tit
towards my head.
I took a good look at Sara's large stiff nipple and
milk chocolate areola. How sexy it was. Droplets of
white milk were leaking from the chocolate brown tip.
The end of the tit looked just like half an Oreo
cookie. I couldn't resist the temptation to run my
finger around the areola and flick the nipple just
before I engulfed it in my mouth. Sara might have been
right about the increased sensitivity of big areolas.
It sure felt good.
It had been years since I nursed on my own milk. I had
almost forgotten how highly erotic it was to suck milk
from your own nipple. It is such a fitting climax to
years of solitary breast play. I ran my tongue around
the swollen nipple, feeling the slight roughness, then
I pressed it between my lips and felt the thin stream
of milk, my milk, emerge. My hands encircled the
breast. My fingers worked down toward the tip forcing
milk to the nipple. I was milking myself like a cow.
We both nursed on my full tits. Julia leaning over my
shoulder, me holding my breast with both hands. As I
swallowed the sweet fluid I reminded myself to ask
Julia how she got to know so much about Sara's
breasts. Of course the answer was obvious. Julia had
developed a serious breast fetish which Sara had been
only too happy to satisfy. I didn't mind but now that
I was Sara for a couple of days I would like to know
what was expected of me. Do I just let her play with
my tits whenever she wants? Does she want me to finger
fuck her to a climax while she sucks, the way I had
seen Sara do? Or perhaps she wants me to offer her a
drink from my breast after dinner as a sweet dessert?
Or maybe all of the above. Actually I wouldn't mind
any of it. Julia was a dear friend as well as a
delightful sex partner and she could use me as either
Steve or Sara any way she wanted.
That evening after the kids had been put to bed, Julia
and I were sitting with a quiet drink. Out of the blue
she asked, "Sara, is it really you? You seem different
today." What could I say. Julia would find out that we
had switched eventually. It was time for a confession.
"Julia, I'm Steve but in Sara's body. Sara had a
meeting with a woman hating publisher today and she
decided to go as a man. She should be back the day
after tomorrow and we will switch back. But I have a
question to ask you. How come you know so much about
Sara's needs? It took me a long time living as a woman
to find out so much."
"That's a fair question, " said Julia. "I figured that
you had switched but I didn't know just when. But when
I felt your boobies this morning, I guessed it must
have been last night. Sara would never let her breasts
get so full of milk without expressing some. She is
very uncomfortable when her breasts get that full.
Most days when you are gone and Ben is asleep she asks
me to suck out the surplus. I love doing it. My
titties are nice - "
"Very nice, " I interjected.
"Thank you. But I enjoy playing with Sara's big
boobies when I have the chance. I like to touch my own
tits but I can do that any night in bed. But Sara's
breasts are special. Her nipples are so beautiful and
I can pull them so far out. Her milk tastes candy
sweet. So every time I can, I nurse on Sara. I hope
you don't mind. And once in a while, Sara fingers my
cunt when I'm sucking her and I cum and cum."
Julia went on to ask, "What are your plans for the
evening?"
"To be honest, Julia, I had plans to reacquaint myself
with Sara's body. I probably would suck my tits until
they were sore and then masturbate." Julia was just
about the only person with whom I could be so brutally
honest. As a very intimate friend I felt free to tell
her everything.
"Can I help you reacquaint yourself with Sara's body?
I can hold her titties up while you suck them and make
you cum at the same time."
"I think that's a great idea. Would you like to sleep
with me tonight, Julia? I won't have a prick but we
can both play with my titties, while we make each
other cum. And then when we get tired of that we can
go 69 on each other. I don't get much chance to do
that as Steve."
Julia put her arms around me and kissed me. "I would
love that. Having sex with you as a woman would be
fun. It seems so kinky that my studly lover wants me
to suck his cunt. I would also like to have you answer
some personal questions too."
"About what?"
"What it feels like to be a man in a woman's body. It
will be sort of a lab experiment like we did in high
school. I want to know everything. I want to know
whether you like fucking better as a man or a woman. I
want to know what a male climax is like. I want to
know just how you feel when you lick your nipples or I
make you cum. I want to know what you think about when
you suck me or give me a climax. I saw the way you
looked at me when Sara gave me an orgasm. You
remember, I was sucking her breast and she made me
cum. I couldn't tell what you were thinking. But I
want to know."
"How do you know I'll tell you the truth?"
"I have a personal lie detector," said Julia with a
grin. "I'll just stick a couple of fingers up your
cunt and move them around. If I feel that you are not
telling the truth, I won't let you cum. It's a subtle
form of Chinese sex torture. It works every time."
"You've convinced me Julia. Let's have another drink.
I'll make you a rum punch. It's an old family recipe.
Then we can scrub the dust and sweat off each other's
bodies in the shower, and go to bed. I'll let you
scrub me where ever you want if you let me scrub you
wherever I want."
"That sounds like fun," said Julia. "Let's do it."
I took Julia into the kitchen and showed her how we
made the family recipe rum punch. Her eyes bugged when
she saw me start to milk my tits into a pair of
cocktail glasses. I must really be turning into a cow
because squeezing my dangling breast to express the
milk really turned me on. I wonder how a milking
machine would feel? Not a breast pump but a real dairy
farm machine. I'll bet the cows love it.
Then Julia got into it, milking one tit while I did
the other. Sara had plenty of milk so we filled the
glasses quickly. I added ice and jigger of rum to each
glass. We toasted each other with Sara's special milk.
Then we made another round. I had almost forgotten how
delicious the punch was. The second round, and even
the third round were just as good.
Julia claimed that she didn't get drunk, but the rum
punch was definitely getting her tipsy. We scrubbed
each other in the shower. I knelt in front of her
gently rubbing her clit over and over with a terry
cloth washcloth. Her hips began to vibrate and I knew
I had to stop or she would cum in the shower. She put
her hands under my breasts and pulled me up, holding
me while she washed under, around, and over my boobs.
Then she held each breast up and ran a wash cloth over
my nipples until they stood up like little mountains.
We dried each other with bath towels paying the same
attention our various body parts. Who knew that taking
a simple shower could be such effective foreplay.
Clean and dry we staggered off to bed.
Julia flopped down on the big bed and spread her legs.
Without a moment's hesitation she put her finger on
her clitoris and said "Lick me right here."
This was the Julia of old using her body as the
subject of a lab experiment. "After you get me really
hot, I'm going to suck the rest of the milk out of
your beautiful boobies while you make me cum. Then
I'll do you as many times as you want."
I collapsed on the bed, my head between her long legs.
A few adjustments and we were in a perfect 69
position. I hadn't planned it this way. It just
happened. After our long shower, Julia's cunt was
fresh and clean tasting. I pulled her legs around my
head to shut out the outside world and buried my
tongue in the delights of her vagina. Within a moment
I felt a twinge on my own clit. Julia was licking me.
We mouthed and sucked each other for what seemed like
a long time. I don't have any idea how long it really
was but Julia was taking me up and down the peaks of
desire. I assumed I was doing the same to her. The rum
punch had its aphrodisiac effect and we couldn't seem
to get enough of each other.
Finally Julia pushed her head from between my legs.
"OK," she said. "You've gotten me really hot. Now I
want to suck your tits. Make me cum when I'm doing
it." I was getting instructed again by my lab partner,
just like at the lake.
I struggled to sit up in bed, bracing myself against
the head board. Julia worked herself around, lying so
that her head was in my lap. I raised my knees to
cradle her and bent over slightly so that she could
put my dangling left boob in her mouth. Just before
she closed her lips on my nipple she said, "You can
rub my pussy now and make me cum. Start by stroking me
gently then stick some fingers inside. When you feel
me get all shaky, rub my clit with your other hand.
Don't forget to watch me closely. I want to ask you
about what I look like when I cum." Just before she
started sucking Julia switched on the bedside lamp so
that I could see all the details of her orgasm.
I'll certainly watch Julia cum. I think she is lovely
when she has a climax. But what I really want to ask
her is how she can stay so objective and analytical
when I would be ready to climb up the wall. Then I
felt Julia's lips on my nipple and reveled in the
release of milk. It was a few moments before I
remembered the rest of Julia's instructions and
started finger fucking her cunt.
I stroked gently at first and watched her graceful
body undulate to the rhythm of my caresses. Her lips
pressed on my nipple and I felt the suction. I could
feel that my hand was controlling everything. When I
moved my fingers slowly both her body movements and
the suction of her mouth slowed as well. When I
speeded up, her body and her lips kept time. I
realized that I was playing her like a musical
instrument.
Julia was not entirely lying passive. Her hands
reached out and started fondling my legs. She had a
fascination with Sara's calves and stroked and even
kissed them every time she had a chance. I remembered
that she had done the same to Mom's legs our week in
New York. Not that I minded in the least. Mom's legs
and Sara's legs welcomed the attention. And I must say
that I thought that Sara's legs were very sexy.
Especially when they pressed on my butt, pulling my
prick into her cunt. So I welcomed Julia's hands
caressing my legs.
Soon the milk in my breast was exhausted. The rum
punch had taken most of my supply. Time to shift her
to my right breast. I slowly removed my left breast
from her mouth and repositioned myself so that she
could nurse from my right breast. As I did so Julia
said in a very matter of fact voice, "You can make me
cum now. I'm really ready."
She latched on to my right nipple and sucked it and
the entire areola into her mouth. I resumed stroking
her cunt. My fingers worked a bit more rapidly and
Julia's body kept time. Soon I was finger fucking her
as fast as I could move my hand. By this time her
whole body was quivering out of control. My other hand
found her clit. I moved my fingers back and forth on
the little nub like strumming the string of a tiny
guitar. Julia's legs danced, her hips moved, she
spasmed and came.
And that was it. Seconds after cumming Julia sat up in
bed and said "Thank you, dear. I had a wonderful
climax. Now tell me exactly what I looked like when I
orgasmed."
"Julia, you always look beautiful. But never more so
than when you cum. You start out by lying still. When
I start fingering your cunt, you begin to move your
hips to meet my hand and your muscles start to get
tense. Sometimes your hand plays with your boobies,
clutching them and squeezing the nipples. Your breasts
become pink and engorged and the nipples get really
hard. I couldn't see what your cunt looked like but I
could feel your pussy lips and clit get swollen. When
you get really into it, your body movements become
more pronounced.
"You start to move from side to side and your legs
start to twitch. Then they start a little dance. You
take a few deep breaths, then your whole body starts
to shake and it gets hard for me to keep my fingers in
your cunt. Just before you cum, you tense up, your
hips rise and your back arches. Then you whole body
gets stiff for a second just as you orgasm. I love to
make you climax. You look so beautiful."
"That was a very good description, Steve. I always
wondered exactly what I looked like when I came. When
I looked at your face after you saw Sara giving me a
climax the other day, I couldn't tell what you were
thinking. I'd hoped that you weren't grossed out. But
now I think you liked seeing me cum. Someday I want to
set up a video camera and take a picture of myself
having a climax. The coach used to do that when we had
batting practice in softball. You can see everything
you are doing wrong. Besides, it would be such a turn
on to see yourself getting fucked. I would watch it
over and over again. Maybe I can train myself to be
even better for you in bed."
"Now," said Julia, "I'm going to do it to you. Lie
down and let me eat your tasty cunt." She was still
giving instructions to her lab experiment partner. But
what could I do but agree. It was Julia's way.
It may have been an experiment to Julia but it was
pure heaven to me. Her mouth sucked, her tongue
probed. Her hands on my ass pulled us together in the
most carnal way. During a brief moment when she
removed her face from my cunt to catch a breath, she
said, again in a totally conversational voice, "I love
the way your pussy tastes Sara. I mean Steve. It
tastes just as good as your Mom's. I'm going to slow
down a bit so I don't make you cum too soon. I want to
eat you all night."
But that couldn't be. A few more minutes of Julia's
cunt licking and my body spasmed, my legs turned
rigid, droplets of milk spewed from my nipples, and I
exploded in a climax. "That was nice," said Julia,
"but I guess I won't be able to suck your cunt for a
while."
"No you won't. Unless you want to reduce me to a
quivering blob of jelly. Then you could eat me with a
spoon."
"Just as well," said Julia. "When you catch your
breath, it's question time. Remember, you promised to
answer all my questions."
"OK, Julia, but first I think that I'll have a glass
of wine as a restorative. And no more tit milk for
you. Little Ben may wake up soon and I think he will
want all I can supply."
So in a few minutes Julia and I were sitting on the
big bed, backs against the head board, sipping from
wine glasses. She got to ask her questions as we
agreed. She had one arm around my waist and our legs
were draped over each other.
"I've always wanted to know what the difference is
between a man's orgasm and a woman's orgasm. Which do
you like better? Tell the truth now." As she said that
I felt her hand slip between my legs. My cunt was
still juicy from Julia's sucking and her middle and
forefinger entered easily. Her thumb rested on my
clit. I guess she was serious about the Chinese sexual
lie detector.
I thought for a moment. "Julia, an orgasm is an
orgasm, man or woman. When you are having one your
body reacts almost automatically, you lose control,
and you spasm in pleasure. But there are differences.
It's all in the way you get there. For a man, most of
the fun is in the chase. For me, I enjoy getting my
hands on the girl, on you, holding you, kissing you,
feeling you up, touching and then kissing your
breasts, and finally getting my prick into your cunt.
Except for the last part most of the pleasure is
mental.
"I enjoy making you squirm and lose control under me
until your actions demand that I fuck you. My favorite
part is making you climax. Sure I enjoy the feeling in
my prick. I also like the body hugs, the kisses and
even when you caress or suck my nipples but most of
the physical feeling comes from my cock. But making me
cum is easy. I can have a climax with a simple hand
job, or a blow job or real honest intercourse."
"But when I make love as a woman it is all different.
Most of the time getting me to have an orgasm is
harder. I have to be worked into it by gentle touches
on my body, by kisses, by stroking my breasts in just
the right way, by caressing my legs and finally by
very gently fingering my cunt.
"Only then, am I ready to be fucked. But unlike sex as
a man, the buildup to female sex is usually quite
physically pleasurable. It's not all in the mind. In
fact my body can be raised almost to the point of
orgasm when I'm barely awake. And a lot of physical
sensations, not really intended to be sexual, can make
me want to have a climax. A good massage, for example,
will get my juices flowing. Even little Ben nursing on
my nipples will do it."
"So which do I like better? It's hard to say. I like
the total physical involvement of the female orgasm
better, especially when the right person does it, but
I like the feeling of control that makes a woman go
crazy with desire and have a full blown climax under
me. So it all depends. When I'm in a man's body, as
Steve, I like to be the fucker, but now as Sara, I
like to be the fuckee."
"Then again, I can't really be objective about whether
I liked male or female sex better. Remember, for years
I was a man trapped in a woman's body. Except for one
short period in my life when I felt entirely like a
woman I had both the male and female responses
simultaneously. When I made love to Mom's body, I
enjoyed doing everything to a woman that a young man
would do. I liked feeling my body up, playing with my
breasts and finger fucking my cunt.
"It excited me to know that I could do anything I
wanted to the sexiest woman of my dreams. I loved
fucking my Mommy. What man wouldn't? But at the same
time, I felt all the sensations of my love making in
Mom's body. I had a young lover pawing me all over,
admiring and loving my breasts, sucking my tits, and
finger fucking me to repeated climaxes. Except for
actual penetration with a hard cock, I had both sets
of feelings at the same time."
"So the real answer is when I switch back to Steve,
I'm going to want to fuck your brains out. I want you
to gasp and squirm and flail about and have a mind
blowing orgasm. But tomorrow, as Sara, after we rest
up a bit I want you to hug my body, and play with my
tits and suck my cunt and make me gasp and squirm and
flail about and give me a mind blowing orgasm. Does
that make everything clear?"
"Perfectly clear," said Julia. "You just like fucking
and getting fucked. But what did you mean when you
said that for one period you felt entirely like a
woman? What happened then?"
"It happened when you and Sara were at college. It was
almost five years since Mom had deserted us. I had
given birth to Stephanie and I had resigned myself to
being a woman for the rest of my life. I still enjoyed
having sex with myself but I missed the physical
contact with other people. I enrolled as an auditor in
Professor Brian Milner' physics class at your college.
He seemed to like me.
I had a front row seat and I kept teasing him by
crossing and uncrossing my legs and wearing low cut
blouses. I thought it was fun but it seemed to drive
him crazy. He asked me to come to his office,
confessed that he was obsessed by my Mom's body, and
then he tried to rape me. Actually he never got the
chance. I decided from the moment I stepped into his
office that I would make him fuck me. I helped him
strip off my clothes and showed him how to make love
to me in a way that would give us the most pleasure.
Hardly a rape at all. I had my way with him.
We started dating and he fucked me several times
almost every night. He had a great cock and he knew
how to use it. I completely forgot that I was a man
inside. I loved getting fucked by Brian so much that I
would have gladly stayed a woman for the rest of my
life just to have him make love to me regularly. But
all things end. Brian's work permit ran out at the end
of the year and he had to return to England. It broke
both our hearts."
"So you're the one!" Julia exclaimed. "All the girls
in the science program had a bit of a crush on
Professor Milner. He even flirted with some of my
friends. But all of a sudden he seemed to lose
interest in us. We figured that he might have found a
girlfriend closer to his own age. Well, how was he?"
"He was great Julia. A world class fucker. But now
that I'm back Steve's body again, I remember the whole
incident as a pleasant but never to be repeated
dream."
My answer to her questions seemed to satisfy Julia
because she finger fucked me a few strokes and rubbed
her thumb across my clit. She knew exactly what to do.
It felt so good that I gave a few gasps of pleasure. I
was determined to give her good answers to keep her
doing what she was doing. Damned clever these Chinese.
"Now for another question, As a man, what does it feel
like when you masturbate? You know what I mean, do you
rub your prick until you cum."
"Well, Julia, that's just about what I do. Do you
remember that first day at the beach. You grabbed my
prick, then asked what made it hard. I didn't have
time to answer because just your touch made it hard.
Most young men's pricks will get hard from any kind of
touching, from the friction of tight pants, from
reading about sex or looking at porn, or just from
thinking about it. Accidental erections are the curse
of the teen age boy.
"There were times in high school when I couldn't stand
up because I had a huge hard on from simply looking at
a girl across the room. I remember when you were
assigned as my lab partner, I had to stand on the
other side of the workbench to hide my erection. Thank
you for taking me swimming at the beach or I think I
might have embarrassed us both."
"What would you have done?" asked Julia. "Try to fuck
me on the lab table?"
"Probably not, but I'm sure I might have done
something equally stupid. Anyway, at the beach all you
did was rub my penis a few times and I came. With men
it's not complicated. It starts like a sexy itch on
the cock that makes you want to rub it. The more you
rub it, the stronger it gets and the harder your cock
becomes. Then it transforms into an intense sexual
urge. You have to continue rubbing your cock until you
spew cum all over your hand. The sensation just before
you cum is a real peak.
"I find it much more intense than a female climax but
much shorter lived. After you cum you drop back to
normal very quickly. Your penis gets soft. You wipe
yourself off and you go about your business. The whole
thing takes just a few minutes and it's all over.
Sometimes when there is a beautiful girl like you
involved you can stay hard for another round but most
of the time you need a while to rest up. Is that a
good enough answer?"
"Very good," said Julia. "There are times when I
wished I had a cock instead of a cunt. I would love to
fuck Sara. And even you, Steve, when you are Sara" Her
fingers kept moving in my cunt and I was beginning to
get really hot.
"But even when I wish for a cock to fuck Sara, I'm
thankful that you have one, Steve. I enjoy having you
inside me. I've loved it since high school. If it
wasn't for the fact that you and Sara are so deeply in
love I would lock you in the bedroom and make you fuck
me four or five times every day."
Julia must have been getting excited because her hand
in my cunt started moving faster. It was all I could
do to think, much less answer questions.
"Now my last question. What does it feel like to lick
your own titties, and even suck milk from them? My own
tits aren't big enough to get the nipple to my mouth.
I mean, the nipples feel good when I play with them in
bed. I can get them hard and roll them and flick them
but I can't quite bend my head down or raise my tits
up enough to get more than just a casual lick. I would
love to be able to feast on them like you can do."
"Julia, I don't really know how to answer that. The
only woman's bodies I have been in, Mom's and Sara's,
both have had big enough breasts to make sucking the
nipples easy. That's a question you better ask Sara
when she comes back and see if she remembers how it
was when she was younger. As for me, when I first
switched with Mom, I played around with her nipples
just to feel what it was like. I thought that it was
an extremely erotic experience. But it might have been
the novelty of a teen boy having a big set of boobs as
a plaything. It certainly felt good when I stroked my
nipples.
"I'll bet you know all about that. But apart from the
good feeling I thought that having big breasts were a
handicap. How could you play sports with those big
mounds on your chest? Then Mom showed me that big
breasts had their compensations. She showed me that I
could raise her boobies up to my mouth and lick and
suck them. I didn't know that women ever sucked
themselves. The first time I did it I almost had a
climax on the spot. But after a while, the novelty
faded even though the sensations remained. It's sort
of like trying to tickle yourself. Someone else can do
it to you and you can't control the laughter, but it's
hard to do to yourself. That's what boob sucking is
like. I just love it when you do it to me but it's a
bit less exciting when I do it to myself. I still like
it though."
"Now about milk. It was fantastic to be able to suck
milk from my own tits. A lot of women think it is
gross, like licking your own pussy juices or if you're
a man, tasting your own cum. But I loved it. How could
it be bad if nature intended if for babies? It is
supposed to taste good so babies will like it. When I
was in Mom's body both Sara and I relished the taste
of her milk. And the milk from Sara's tits tastes
almost the same. Remember those delicious rum punches?
I enjoy the feeling of milk flowing out of my body."
"But to be frank it doesn't make much difference that
it goes to. Ben sucks me, of course, for food. And you
and Steve, when he is back in his own body, suck me
for pleasure. And as Sara, I suck myself simply
because I like it. But it's just a temporary thing.
Sara will probably have to let her breasts dry up in a
few months so we all better enjoy it while we can. I
intend to give these boobies a really good workout
until Sara gets back home."
"Don't worry Julia. Some day you may have a baby of
your own. If you decide to breast feed it you can make
up your own mind about mother's milk. And if you do
breast feed, I want to be first in line, after the
baby, to sample your milk."
"I would love that. If I ever breast feed I'll be sure
to save enough for you and Sara. But I can't think of
any more questions to ask right now," said Julia. "Do
you have anything you want to ask me?"
I thought for a moment, then I said, "Julia, I've
noticed that you got very turned on by Mom's body and
that you have a thing for Sara. But I don't think you
are a lesbian. What makes you so sexually attracted to
Mom and Sara? What about our bodies makes you want to
love them?"
"I guess it all goes back to when I was a girl," said
Julia. "I was sort of a tomboy. I loved sports and
exercised a lot. When I looked at myself in the
mirror, I saw the body of an athlete. I looked nice
but I didn't have many curves. Do you remember how I
looked nude at the lake? Hardly like the pictures in
Playboy at all. I knew that you liked me and our sex
was enjoyable but I felt that I was just a good
friend. I prayed that I would grow up to get real
tits, a nice ass, and beautiful legs. Then I felt that
you would really love me. But as you can see, it
didn't happen quite the way I wanted."
"Every night before I went to bed I would examine
myself to see if I had matured any more. My legs were
getting better. Running does that, but nothing much
was happening to my tits and ass. I would kneel on my
bed and look at my legs. The nicest parts seemed to be
my thighs and calves. They were full and sort of
muscular. So I finger fucked myself while I stroked my
legs and pretended they belonged to the Playboy Bunny
I hoped to become."
"When I was with your Mom in New York, I guess you
remember that since it was really you, I saw the woman
of my fantasies. She had the body I always wanted. I
knew I could never have breasts like hers, certainly
not without three children, but maybe I could hope for
her legs. I loved her beautiful legs. Mine looked like
they belonged to a runner, hers to a Broadway
showgirl. Your Mom's legs looked like those I
desperately wanted for my own. I'm sure you remember
how much I caressed and played with those legs when I
wasn't sucking your Mom's cunt."
"Anyway, Sara has gotten to look just like your Mom. I
love her big boobies. Some women, including me, enjoy
sucking on tits as much as men. And, of course I like
to eat out her cunt. Her juices taste as good as your
Mom's. It's even better when we go 69. But I get
really turned on by her gorgeous legs. If I can hold
and kiss her calf while she sucks me, I'm really in
heaven. It's my girlish fantasy come true. It's almost
as good as having you really fuck me - I like that
best but loving Sara is a close second."
One nice thing about Julia is that she didn't
equivocate about her sexual desires. She usually said
exactly what she was thinking. Julia's response to my
question seemed to turn her on even more. Her moving
fingers in my cunt sped up and she used her other hand
to roll and rub my clit. Then in a quick motion she
bent over and planted her mouth right in my crotch.
She sucked and tongued and chewed.
I was so primed to cum that I orgasmed in less than a
minute. It was a main event climax. I shook, I
writhed, my hips rose and fell, my legs vibrated and
got rigid, and my back arched so violently that I
almost bounced Julia's mouth off my pussy. "See," said
Julia. "I told you the Chinese sex torture always
works."
"I'm exhausted Julia. Now can we go to sleep? I'll
have to feed Ben in a few hours and get Stephanie off
to school. Then we can make love as much as we want
until Sara gets back. I told Sara that I would have an
orgy with her body and she agreed if she could
masturbate with my cock as much as she wanted. After
we switch back I'd like to give you a good male fuck
if my penis is not too worn out."
"I'd like that too, Steve. What I'd really like is for
you to try to give me that baby. But, I guess that
can't be." Julia gave me a long kiss. We put our arms
around each other and drifted off to sleep.
We awoke early the next morning. Ben was hungry and I
fed him while Julia looked on. Julia didn't seem her
usual cheerful self that morning and hardly said a
word. She seemed to be buried in thought. Stephanie
ate her usual big breakfast and prattled about all the
things she would do at school that day. Neither of
them realized that I was not really Sara so I guess
the first part of my loving wife's strategy worked
fine. Ben crawled around the house, played with a few
toys and then decided to take his usual mid-morning
nap. The moment he was asleep, Julia jumped me.
"Take off all your clothes," she demanded. "I'm going
to give Sara's body a workout that she will remember."
She pushed me into the bedroom and disrobed me.
Actually I wasn't wearing much more than a T shirt and
shorts so it was an easy task. As she undressed me,
she stripped off her own clothes. I was astounded.
This wasn't the quiet, almost passive Julia that I
knew. Her face was a mask of lust. Her eyes had an
animal intensity.
Julia literally dragged me to the bed by pulling on my
tits as reins. "Sara likes to be milked," she said.
"Now I'm going to milk her tits until they fall off."
She flopped down on her back and pulled me over her.
Her mouth found one of my nipples and her powerful
suction emptied what was left of my morning milk
supply. It wasn't a gentle nursing. Her hands clamped
together near the top of my breast and pressed tightly
all the way down to the tip. Just as she said, she was
milking me like a farm animal, like a cow, squeezing
and chewing to get the last drops of milk. When the
first tit was exhausted, she switched to the other. I
was completely drained. Her fingers hurt me as she
brutally pulled my nipples down, squeezing with almost
manic intensity to get the last drops.
"My breasts are empty, Julia. You are hurting me.
Please stop."
Julia continued to strip my tits, squeezing her
fingers tightly around them. Her fingers sunk into the
flesh as she pulled down to the tips. She grasped the
areolae and nipples and tugged them hard, repeating on
each breast at least a dozen times. I could see my
tits turning blood red from the abuse. My nipples were
swollen and exquisitely painful.
After she convinced herself that I was empty, Julia
rolled me over onto my stomach. Sara and Julia were
about the same weight, but Julia was strong and
athletic. She could bench press over 100 pounds. When
she helped me in the vineyard, she could easily carry
40 to 50 pound lugs of grapes. Even with me in Sara's
body, Julia could do just about whatever she wanted. I
was being brutally raped by a woman with the strength
of a man.
She straddled one of my legs, shoved the back of the
leg to her cunt, and began moving her body back and
forth on it between the knee and the ankle. Her hands
pressed her full weight on my butt so that I couldn't
raise my body. She was masturbating herself on my leg,
making certain that the full calf pressed right on her
clitoris. Last night Julia had told me that she was
attracted to Sara's sexy legs, particularly Sara's
shapely calves. Now she demonstrated it. She was using
Sara's leg as a masturbation appliance. The muscular,
fleshy calf massaged her clit as she moved her body up
and down the leg.
Julia spasmed to a quick orgasm then changed her
position. She flipped me over again as easy as turning
a baby and started eating my cunt. I felt her strong
hands pull apart my pussy lips and her tongue drive
into my vagina. She sucked, chewed, massaged. I tried
to resist but my unwilling body responded. Within a
few minutes of her attack I began to feel the
inevitable rise to a sexual climax.
I tried to stop it but she held me down, driving her
tongue into me and sucking and chewing my clitoris
until I came. It didn't matter to Julia that I had a
climax. She kept eating me out. She chewed my pussy
lips and bit my clit. Her hands reached up and started
mauling my tits again using her full strength,
twisting my nipples, stretching my breasts as hard
away from my body as they would go. I felt tearing
pains as if she was ripping me apart. Inarticulate
sounds came out of my throat.
"Oh God, Julia. Stop it! You're hurting me!" I heard
myself screaming but despite the pain I shuddered to
another orgasm.
None of this was voluntary on my part. Julia was
simply using me for whatever she wanted. I hated what
she was doing. I was angry with her and especially
with myself. My own body was betraying me. Julia's
abuse had forced me to two unwanted orgasms. By this
time my abused body seemed unable to differentiate
between torture and sex. I must have been a bit of a
masochist. But how could Julia do this to me? We were
so close last night.
"Julia, why are you raping me like this? I thought we
were best friends. I would make love to you any way
you wanted. Why are you doing this?" The last was
almost a cry.
I was Steve, but at the moment Julia was in complete
control and she could do what she wanted to me. She
was in a frenzy. I was being used simply as a sex
object. She flipped my body back and forth at will.
She pulled and twisted my tits unmercifully, bit my
nipples, stuck her fingers in all my openings,
masturbated on my legs, and sucked and chewed all my
secret parts. Sara's body was reluctantly reacting to
this involuntary sexual abuse but as Steve I felt
totally violated. There was nothing I could do to stop
her. Most frustrating, I couldn't understand the
reason for the assault.
It was over in about an hour. Julia had brutally raped
and dominated me, sucked me, masturbated with my body,
and forced me to climaxes. Suddenly she stopped. She
collapsed on the bed next to me and started crying.
Her body was wracked with sobs. Despite her attack, I
still loved her and my heart went out to her. I put my
arms around her and held her quivering body close. It
took some time before she calmed down.
"OH, Steve, Please forgive me. I love you and Sara so
much, but I'm so angry and jealous of Sara. You can
switch with Sara and share an intimacy that I can
never know. I don't understand what came over me. I
just wanted to get back at Sara this morning. I know
you said that we could do anything we wanted to each
other but I lay awake last night thinking about what
we couldn't do. We can never have that baby together.
"You won't ever be able to suck milk out of my tit.
You married Sara but you fucked me first. I let dozens
of guys fuck me at college but I've never been able to
cum with any man but you. You are my best friend and
my true love. You are the only man who has ever made
me feel like a woman. Why couldn't I have been the one
to have the baby? Will you ever forgive me?"
I held her in my arms, her head against my naked
breast, stroking her back and shoulders for a long
time.
"Julia, I understand how you feel. I'm mad at you
right now because you hurt me but I'll get over it.
But, of course, I forgive you. I know how upset you
must have felt. I've always loved you and Sara in
different ways. She is, believe it or not, the father
of Stephanie and the mother of Ben. You are my best
friend, my first sexual partner, and a wonderful
woman, I get drunk on sex with Sara. Because she is my
twin, she is my emotional soul mate. But I get
nourished and fulfilled by sex with you.
"I think that you, Sara, and I are destined to be
together. I don't see how I could live without either
of you. And even if you don't believe it now, I know
that someday in the future, you will have a lovely
baby and that Sara and I will drink milk from your
beautiful breasts."
Julia raised her head and looked at me with tear
filled eyes. "Thank you for forgiving me. I just don't
know what came over me. I promise I won't do it
again."
She became aware that her head was cradled against my
breast. "I hope I didn't hurt your titties. I must
have grabbed them pretty hard. I think that I was so
angry that I wanted to rip them off."
"They seem to be OK, Julia. My Mom once told me that
titties are tough." I said. "Babies tug and suck and
bite on them all the time. Sara might feel a little
sore tomorrow but right now they feel OK."
It was a lie. My whole body hurt. My breasts felt like
they were on fire.
But I had a moment of realization that Julia needed
reassurance more than I needed painkillers. I cradled
Julia's head against my breast holding her close. I
felt drops of wetness on my lap. Julia was crying.
***
Sara, as Steve, returned early in the afternoon. He
kissed and hugged me, embraced the children and patted
Julia on the butt. Then she sat down to tell us her
story.
"I went to the publisher's office "Annex Books" for my
meeting. There were half a dozen people, editors,
artists, and, of course, Mr. Waterbottom, the
executive publisher himself. There were a few more
people in the back of the room. An older man, and a
couple of secretaries. Waterbottom greeted me and then
we got down to the nitty gritty of adapting my stories
to book length. During the conversation Waterbottom
said that he was glad that the stories were written by
a man. Woman authors, he felt, were vapid and
unsubstantial. They let their ovaries control their
writing. Every so often he uttered a similar snide
remark. The meeting dragged on for some time, his
attitude getting more and more bitter. Finally I was
fed up. Even getting a book in print was hardly worth
putting up with all that woman hating crap."
"I rose to my feet and told him that the stories were
actually written by my twin sister. I was there only
because she couldn't make the meeting. To his
surprise, I told him that I was no longer interested
in having him publish my stories and I started to
leave the room. On the way out, the older gentleman
who had been sitting in the back of the room
approached me and asked to have a few words."
"He told me that he was sorry for what happened but
not to be discouraged. He was one of the directors of
McMillian, the big New York publisher. He was on a
trip to California to scout out small publishing
houses for eventual purchase. Then he asked me if my
sister was the S. Hemingway who had recent published
stories in the Atlantic and the New Yorker. I admitted
that she, that is I, was. My wife is a fan of hers, he
said. And so are many of the other women of his
acquaintance.
"In fact, they would like to publish a collection of
the stories themselves. It was too late in New York at
the moment, but he would have his office fax Sara an
author's contract the next day to look over. I was
overjoyed. I shook his hand in a "gentleman's"
agreement and we parted on very good terms. Then I
went back to the hotel, had a couple of drinks and a
good night's sleep and here I am."
We sat around chatting about her trip and the sights
of the big city for another hour. Finally I had a
chance to get Sara alone.
"We've got to talk about our relationship with Julia
before we switch. But first, what condition is my cock
in?"
"I didn't get to use it as much as I thought I would,"
said Sara. "I only wanked a couple of times, once in
the morning and once just before I went to sleep. You
really do have great climaxes."
"OK, here's the deal. Julia confessed that she is in
love with Steve and always has been. She loves you too
Sara so she is very conflicted. The fact that we can
switch makes her even more disturbed. She desperately
wants a baby by Steve but she doesn't want to hurt our
relationship."
"She knows that we switched yesterday. Julia and I
made gentle love last night and everything seemed to
be fine. After I fell asleep she spent much of the
night feeling sorry for herself and jealous of you.
This morning she raped me. Not a normal fuck but a
brutal rape. She forced me to a couple of orgasms that
I didn't want, masturbated by rubbing my legs against
her cunt and stripped milk from my tits. Then she
broke down and cried. I hurt physically but she was
totally miserable. She says that she loves us both but
she just wanted to hurt Sara for taking Steve. She
confessed that she can only get normal sexual
fulfillment with Steve. He is the only man that can
make her cum. She says that she has known that since
high school. She told me that she has tried sex with a
lot of other guys but was never able to have a climax.
She desperately wants to have a baby but she wants
Steve to give it to her."
"Julia is a much more complicated and conflicted
person than we thought. We will have to work this all
out later. But if my cock is in good shape, I would
like you to get her alone this afternoon and give her
the fucking of a lifetime. Screw her until she can't
stand. She needs a good fuck desperately. I'll take
care of the kids and put them to bed and we can switch
back late in the evening."
Sara came over and kissed me. "I'll see what I can do
about Julia. But don't worry, I won't wear down your
cock too badly. I want to use it on you tonight."
I played with the children, fed Stephanie, nursed Ben
with painful nipples, and got them ready for bed. Sara
and Julia had disappeared into Julia's room at the
other end of the house. I didn't have to wonder much
about what they were doing. I only hoped that Steve's
cock would not be too tired to use on me late that
night.
After the children were in bed I looked at the clock.
It was only 8 p.m. I knew that Sara and Julia would be
at it for a couple of more hours. At least I hoped so.
Julia really needed the release.
I decided to go to bed early and read the accumulated
magazines. I rarely got a chance to go through them
and now I would have an hour or two to catch up. I
poured myself a glass of wine, one of the good ones
that we keep for ourselves. Before I got into bed, I
looked at myself in the mirror, or rather I should say
I looked at Sara's body in the mirror. The slit in her
nightgown gave a good glimpse of leg. She does have
gorgeous legs, I thought. Especially those perfect
dancer's calves. I can't say that I blame Julia for
masturbating with them. I fluffed the pillows,
adjusted the reading light, and crawled into bed, a
pile of magazines by my side.
As I moved into position on the bed, I felt a pain in
by breast. Julia had used me very hard that morning.
Sara's breasts were engorged. I had fed Ben only an
hour ago but he didn't take much. Now Sara's breasts
had already refilled. I saw the shadows of my large,
dark nipples beneath my nightgown, and watched as they
became even more erect.
They seemed almost surrealistically huge in profile,
standing straight out from my tits. A sensation of
fullness swept through my breasts, localizing beneath
my nipples; then, after a few seconds, an intense
feeling of warmth bathed my rigid teats. My nipples
were leaking. Dark wet stains spread on my nightgown
around the nipples and expanded very rapidly downwards
and outwards. My nipples were now clearly visible
through the soaked, sheer fabric of my gown.
I lowered my nightgown to take a look at my breasts.
There were finger bruises all over the surface. The
brown areolas seemed in good shape although there were
a couple of tooth marks around the outside. But my
nipples were huge, swollen bigger than I had ever seen
them. Julia had pulled on my tits and milked me hard,
painfully hard. She had almost ripped my titties off.
My abused nipples had been stretched with all of
Julia's strength and they were badly swollen and
extremely sensitive to touch.
I hoped that the deformity was not permanent. But
right now my breasts were filling up. The pressure of
my milk was getting uncomfortable. A couple of gentle
sucks would make it feel better. Sara was pounding
Julia with my prick so she couldn't help me relieve
the pressure. I had two unwanted orgasms this morning
and Sara was certain to have one tonight so we
couldn't switch for a while. I would have to empty my
breasts myself.
I raised one of Sara's engorged mammaries toward my
face. I ran my tongue around the areola and lightly
licked the enlarged nipple. My tongue's' soft touch
was soothing. I flicked the nipple back and forth with
the end of my tongue and then softly wrapped my lips
around it. The milk literally gushed into my mouth
almost faster than I could swallow. Even with the pain
in my breasts, making and sucking my own milk still
excited me.
I lay my head back on the pillow, breast in my mouth,
softly sucking my bounty. The feeling was intensely
erotic. I could feel my cunt start to twitch. I'm not
even touching it and I think that I'm going to have a
spontaneous orgasm. But I don't want another climax
now. My body feels fucked out. I just want to relieve
the fullness in my breast and go to sleep.
Now the other breast needs attention. The sensations
in my cunt are getting even stronger. Every suck feels
as if an unseen hand is stroking my clit. In my mind
I've convinced myself that if I stop sucking my tits
would burst. Julia, what did you do to me? Sara, where
are you when I need you? I'm going to have to empty my
breasts alone. I feel that I'm slipping down the slope
to orgasm and I can't stop it.
My body is shaking. I can't stop my hips from moving.
My legs are beating a dance on the bed. You can fuck
yourself with them any time Julia if you can help me
now. I can feel my legs getting tense. I know I'm
going to cum soon and I can't help it. I can feel the
jolts of pleasure spreading from my tits and legs to
my cunt. I'm all on fire. I can feel my pussy
exploding. It's engulfing me. I've become nothing but
a throbbing cunt that's going to cum. My whole body is
spasming, my hips heave, my legs squeeze together and
all my muscles contract, my back arches. I don't want
to stop it anymore.
I want to cum. I need to cum. I'm going to cum RIGHT
NOW. I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! My climax
seemed to go on forever. I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!
My head collapsed back against the pillow and I shut
my eyes. Sara came into the room an hour later to find
me asleep, the musk of orgasm in the air, both breasts
hanging out of her nightgown, still dripping milk from
enormously engorged nipples.
***
Sara put her arms around me and kissed me awake. "I'm
not going to ask you what happened." she said. "Julia
told me all about it between bouts of crying. I did as
you asked and fucked her silly but in between fucks we
spent most of the evening talking. She really needed a
good male fuck but she needed to talk more. Julia
really loves Steve to distraction and she is jealous
of Sara. But she also loves Sara. She just doesn't
know what to do. I asked if she wanted to live
somewhere else but she said that she would die if we
made her leave. So we will have to think up some other
solution."
Sara took a good look at my, really her, tits. "Wow,
what did she do to make them look like that? She never
told me that part. Do they hurt?"
"I don't think Julia intended to do any damage Sara.
But she milked me like a farm animal and tried to
strip all the milk out of your breasts. She pulled the
nipples so hard I thought that they might come off.
They hurt and they are very swollen but I can still
feel them and milk still comes out. They are very
sensitive though. You will have to be gentle with them
for the next few days."
Sara looked around the room. "What happened here? It
looks like you had an orgy. Did you do this all
yourself?"
"When you went off with Julia I decided to go to bed
early and catch up on some reading. You can see the
magazines on the floor. My breasts felt bloated when I
got into bed even though I had fed Ben only an hour
before. I could see milk leaking out of the nipples.
You weren't here to help me so I decided to suck some
of the milk out myself. I sucked on a big swollen
nipple. It felt extremely tender. My cunt started to
feel like someone was touching it but I was all alone
and I had both hands on my breast. The more I sucked
the more my cunt got excited. It was like there was a
wire directly from my tit to my cunt. It felt like
someone was kissing and licking my cunt. When I
relieved the fullness of one tit I started on the
other. By this time It was almost as if I was being
fucked by a phantom prick.
"I had the feeling that I was going to cum long before
it happened but I was determined to empty the breast.
I could sense myself going through the initial stages
of an orgasm, legs, hips, shakes. All the works. I
could tell that I was building up to it. I knew I
would cum. I couldn't stop it. And then I did it. A
massive orgasm. I know I should have waited for you -
I'm so sorry."
Sara kissed me again. "Well," she said, "I had a
couple of climaxes with Julia and you obviously had a
big one with yourself so we can't switch until
tomorrow anyway. I'll just crawl into bed with you and
hold you. We can think about what we will do without
messed up lives in the morning."
Sara undressed and got into bed. He turned out the
light and held me close. I was just about to fall
asleep when I felt his mouth close on one of my
gigantic nipples. "Maybe if I lick these a while the
swelling will go down." He licked and sucked and I
felt the twinge in my cunt again.
"My cunt is getting excited just like before. Just
from the sucking. Do you think that there is something
wrong with me?"
"Maybe this will help."
I felt his fingers spread my pussy lips and rub some
of the moisture all over the outside. He gently parted
my cunt lips with the head of his erect cock, then
shoved it in all the way to the hilt. "My body has
wanted to do that to your body ever since I came home
this afternoon. Since we can't switch back right away,
let's just fuck."
The sensations were just like they were when I was
sucking my engorged nipple except Steve's prick was
doing a great job in my cunt. The body, the hips, the
legs all went through their pre-orgasmic cycle. As
before my whole consciousness seemed to be
concentrated in my cunt. It grew and engulfed my
psyche. There was no Sara anymore, just Sara's cunt. I
knew I was about to cum before I did. I could feel it
grow and grow to earthshaking proportions. I'm going
to cum NOW, I thought.
I heard myself screaming in Sara's voice as the world
exploded "YES, YES, YES!" I went over the edge again
for the second time that night. Just like before, it
seemed to last an eternity. "YES! I'M CUMMING! I'M
CUMMING AGAIN!"
Then both of us fell dead asleep.
***
The next morning my breasts were exquisitely painful.
Like a sprain or a strain, it doesn't hurt so much the
moment you are injured but the following day, when the
swelling is at its peak, it really hurts. I couldn't
bear to touch them or have any clothes rub against
them. Nor could I even contemplate breast feeding Ben.
Avoiding nursing Ben wasn't too difficult. He was well
on the way to weaning himself. I bottle fed him with
some of the surplus milk that Sara had thoughtfully
stored in the refrigerator and shoveled a few
spoonful's of Gerber's pureed baby food in his mouth.
That more than satisfied him.
Julia avoided me. Whenever we came face to face, she
had an ashamed look on her face. I tried to be warm
and loving but Julia well knew that she was the cause
of my suffering and could do nothing to help. I could
see that Julia's guilt was going to be a problem.
After Sara came home that evening from a day of
impersonating Steve at the winery, we ate our usual
meal and out the children to bed. Then we retired to
our room to get ready for our switch.
"Sara," I said, "we will have to be very careful
tonight. My tits hurt terribly and I can't bear to
have anyone touch them. You will know all about it
tomorrow. I know how much you like playing with my
breasts but if you do, I will probably start crying in
agony. In fact, I don't think my body is up to having
an orgasm tonight. I feel that I'm having some of the
symptoms of post-rape trauma that we read about on the
internet. Why don't I just give you a climax and you
can do the switch when you cum."
"How do you want to do it?" Sara asked.
"Just let me get my hands on that beautiful penis and
I'll take it from there."
We cuddled in bed for a while, holding each other
close. Eventually my hands found their way to his
large cock and started gently stroking. After a minute
or so it grew hard. What to do now? I could just give
him a hand job but that seemed so impersonal after the
events of the last two days. We were passionate lovers
as well as siblings. So I bent over and took his cock
in my mouth. It was my own cock and I would give
myself a blow job that I would long remember.
The cockhead was huge. I could barely wrap my lips
around it but I pushed and got a good length in my
mouth. My hands were on the shaft, gripping tightly. I
tongued all around the head with special attention to
the very sensitive area at the bottom of the tip. I
knew I liked to touch this when I played with myself.
What better area to lick when giving my own cock a
blow job. I moved my head back and forth slightly,
pretending my mouth was a small cunt, scraping my
teeth slightly over the surface.
Steve's body started to respond by fucking my mouth.
Pre-cum started to leak from the hole in the tip and I
licked it up eagerly. I loved the taste of my pre-cum.
It was slightly salty, like thick tears. I used to
lick it off my fingers when I masturbated. I sucked
the cock to get still more. By this time Steve's body
was moving violently but I just kept up stroking and
sucking.
"I'm going to cum soon. Do you want me to take it
out?"
"Not a chance, it's my cock and I'm going to give it
the full treatment." I put my arm around his ass and
pulled him even closer. By this time he was quivering.
Finally I felt a strong spasm and a torrent of hot cum
shot into my mouth. It was almost more than I could
handle but I swallowed it eagerly. The flavor was
stronger than pre-cum, more astringent, and the
texture was thicker. To my mind, it was delicious,
strangely addicting. Of course it was my cum, from my
own body, but I still loved it.
The moment Steve came I felt the wedge and our bodies
switched. Sara's lips were wrapped around my still
stiff cock. A little cum had dribbled out of the side
of her mouth and I watched her lips lick up the last
drops.
"You taste great, Big Brother, but my tits hurt like
blazes. I'm going to have to give them a rest for at
least a week. Can you hold out that long?"
"I think I can Sara. But Ben is in for a long stint of
bottle feeding. Don't worry. We'll manage."
***
In the days that followed Sara's nipples receded in
size a bit although they retained a degree of
permanent erection. Julia apologized profusely,
literally begging Sara to forgive her. And, of course,
Sara did. She could empathize with Julia's jealous
rage. In the back of her mind, I think that Sara
realized that she probably would have acted in a
similar fashion if the situation were reversed.
Julia's fixation on me as a sexual partner seemed
harder to understand. My penis was well within the
normal range, perhaps a little larger than most but I
was a little bigger than the average guy. But she and
I lost our virginity to each other at an early age and
continued as lovers for some time. We made love more
on than 50 different occasions during our junior year
in high school and we always had satisfactory
climaxes. Sometimes two or three in a session.
Knowing Julia, I am certain that she never faked an
orgasm and I can assure you that I never did either.
My cock was the first one she ever touched and she
stroked me to the first male ejaculation she had ever
seen. Perhaps, like a young swan, she imprinted on my
body and forever after treated me as the object of her
affection. Julia was definitely heterosexual, as were
both Sara and I. Still Julia had no difficulty having
a climax when Sara played with her cunt. Nor,
apparently, did Julia have trouble giving herself an
orgasm.
I suspect that the reason Julia could never climax
with her college lovers had nothing to do with
physical stimulation but was all in her mind. Not that
it made any difference. I was willing to fuck Julia
any time she wanted. Sara enjoyed Julia as well. Apart
from the rape incident, now fully forgiven, we all
luxuriated in each other's company.
As for Sara's nipples, I would say that they were now
the size, and almost the color, of small Bing
cherries. Much bigger than they had been prior to
Julia's attack. Each beautiful tit resembled a large
scoop of ice cream with a cherry on top. I teased her
by remarking that the droplets of milk that emerged
after a little breast play looked like a whipped cream
topping and made her breasts resemble twin ice cream
sundaes. Neither Sara nor I could resist ice cream.
The enlarged nipples were hyper sensitive and Sara
sometimes complained that rubbing them seemed to
stimulate her clitoris. After Sara's nipples had
healed, I noticed that she unconsciously let her
fingers drift up to her chest while attending to
something entirely different. We would sit together
watching TV at the end of the day. Sara would run her
fingers over the front of her sweater, seemingly to
scratch a minor itch. Her fingers seemed to
concentrate on the area near her nipples. By the end
of the movie, and it didn't matter what the plot, she
was usually so hot that she dragged me off to bed and
fucked me silly.
Sara soon found that there were both advantages and
disadvantages in having such sensitive nipples. She
learned that she could give herself a climax just by a
protracted session of nipple play. I enjoyed watching
her do it. I always got an erection watching her play
with her tits. When we were lying nude in bed she
often wet her finger with my pre-cum and used it to
lubricate her nipples. Other times she would wet her
nipples with saliva, or a little baby lotion. She held
her breast with one hand and gently fingered her
swollen nipple with other.
Usually she propped her head up on a pillow so she
could get a good look at what she was doing to her
boobies. The sight of her fingers massaging her own
nipple seemed to excite her as much as the physical
sensation. After a minute or so of admiring her tit,
Sara would run her fingers around and up and down the
engorged nipple and tweak the tip. Then she swirled
her fingers around the teat as if she were trying to
pluck the cherry. Her fingers would become more
aggressive, moving faster and faster. The nipple grew
even larger and redder.
Within a few minutes of pulling and twisting her
nipple, she would start to lick her lips and gasp,
making little incoherent sounds, never taking her eyes
from the turgid end of her tit. Finally she laid her
head back and started to moan softly.
If she continued to fondle her nipples her body would
start moving and she would go through all her pre-
orgasmic stages. Eventually she shuddered to a small
climax. If I was there, she stopped before climaxing
and asked me to penetrate her and fuck her for real.
Masturbation was fun, she said, but it was such a
waste when a real cock was available.
Although her hyper sensitive nipples were great for
sex, Sara said that it made wearing sweatshirts or
tank tops difficult. She could never dry her chest
with a terry cloth tower after coming out of the
shower. If she went for a jog without wearing a sports
bra she claimed that the rubbing sweatshirt made her
cum about three times a mile. It was a small climax
but it was a climax nevertheless. After a while it
became a bit of a standing joke with us. "How far did
you run?" I would ask. "About six orgasms" she would
respond.
Julia continued to live with us although Sara and I
could both tell that she was disturbed. She was great
with the kids but she was not her usual optimistic
self. Sara and I came up with a plan. Sara served as
the spokesperson.
"Julia, it is time for us to talk. We know that you
feel uneasy living with us. But we don't fully
understand why. I don't think it is the sex thing or
difficulty with the children. Can you tell us what the
problem is?"
Julia said, "The main problem is that I don't think I
really belong. I'm in love with Steve but I don't want
to offend you because I love you too. I feel that I am
always on probation. I always have to be on my best
behavior. I can't be my real self, sulk when I'm sad,
throw tantrums when I'm angry, laugh hysterically when
I'm happy. It's like the way you have to behave when
you're dating. I have no real equity in this
household. You can throw me out at any time."
Sara said, "That's very perceptive of you Julia. We
think you have analyzed the situation well. So here is
the plan. First, the vineyard is doing very well but
Steve is over extended. He is an excellent manager and
all the workers like him but the paper work takes too
much of his time. What with the Federal forms and the
state alcohol authorities and the sales receipts, he
just doesn't have time to get out in the fields. We
know that it's your strength so that if you are
willing, as of tomorrow, you will be the finance
manager of the vineyard. And to sweeten the offer, you
become a full partner. You get one third ownership.
How does that sound?"
"Absolutely wonderful," said Julia. "Who do I have to
fuck to thank?"
"About the fucking. You don't have to fuck anyone.
Whether you decide to live in this house is purely
voluntary. It has nothing to do with the job. We need
your mind, not your body. But fucking or not, we would
love to have you as a part of our family. We love you
dearly and the children love you. Our lives would be
far less full without you."
"So here is part two of our proposition. The State of
California permits adult adoption. We would like to
adopt you. That way you would be a permanent member of
our family. You would legally be our daughter with all
the rights that Stephanie and Ben have. We would all
belong together. How does that sound?"
For once Julia was totally silent. Tears clouded her
eyes. She rushed over to us and hugged us both. "Thank
you, thank you so much. I really belong somewhere.
Thank you!"
She wiped the tears from her eyes then smiled and
asked, "Does that mean I have to call you Mommy and
Daddy?"
"No, not unless you want to."
"Second question," said Julia. "When we have sex, does
it become incest?"
"Good question, Julia. We will just have to work that
one out."
***
So Sara, Julia, and I lived together. We had our share
of arguments of course. Every family does. We usually
ended with a makeup fuck, often the best kind of sex.
Sara had to stop nursing when Ben was a year old.
Basically he weaned himself, preferring baby
applesauce to mother's milk. Sara remembered our
"Goodbye to Milk" party with Mom and planned a repeat
of the festivities.
This time she was determined not to run out of the
essential ingredient so she and Julia started
collecting a full two weeks before the party date. She
would milk herself, sometimes assisted by Julia, into
a big bowl, pour it into a plastic bottle and then
freeze it to keep it fresh. Over the two week period
they managed to milk almost a gallon out of Sara's
large tits.
The night of the party we put the children to bed
early and started drinking our special rum punches at
about 8 p.m. Julia, who had developed quite
considerable cooking skills, whipped up several milk
based dishes. Each was washed down with another glass
of punch. It was a delightful and joyous party. By 11
p.m. the dinner was finished and so were we.
I had collapsed in the armchair and Sara was lying on
the couch, in a semi-comatose state, her short skirt
almost up to her waist, revealing her beautiful legs.
Her low cut blouse was held closed only by one
overworked button. Julia, whose boast about never
getting drunk seemed true, was bustling about clearing
the table. When she finished, she came over to me and
handed me a glass. She also had one in her own hand.
"There were two helpings of rum punch left, Big Daddy"
she slurred. "Let's drink them then go over and play
with Mommy Sara's tits and pussy. She is so wasted
that she will appreciate anything we do to her. I want
to end tonight's party with real incest sex."
I sipped my glass of punch slowly, realizing that it
was a vintage year and that I would probably never get
another. Then I worked my way over the Sara and sat on
the floor next to her head. She was certainly
beautiful but In my condition I could hardly work up
the energy to maintain an erection much less mount
her. I would just have to sit here and watch Julia.
Julia too was having problems. Although she appeared
sober, she could barely control her motions. She made
it over to the couch, then collapsed on the end
opposite Sara.
My eyes moved to Sara's almost open blouse. Just one
button held it closed and that released its hold with
a casual finger touch. The blouse opened and Sara's
huge breasts spilled out. Her areolas were still large
and chocolate colored, but the nipples! The nipples
were like little balls of flesh. Each protruded nearly
three quarters of an inch from Sara's breast. They
were mementos of Julia's forceful and brutal milking.
But, of course, I was the one who experienced the
rape, not Sara.
All Sara knew was what I told her so she had little
personal emotional involvement. My anger at the way
Julia had manhandled and used Sara's body had long
faded. I remembered the incident now as a session of
rough sex in which I was dominated and forced to
multiple orgasms by an angry and aggressive partner.
In retrospect I'm glad I experienced this side of
Julia. It served as the catalyst for our new much more
mature relationship. Sara had also come to grips with
the results of Julia's rape. After the breast swelling
went down she rather enjoyed her ultra-sensitive new
nipples. They added another dimension to her sexual
experience.
Sara's doctor said that the connective tissue in the
nipples had been stretched by excessive force and some
of the enlargement was likely to be permanent. He
wasn't sure but he believed that a side effect of the
nipple damage was to alter Sara's nervous system so
that her brain confused nipple stimulation with
stimulation of the clitoris. He said that recent
research showed that nerves from a woman's nipples
went to the same area of the brain as her genitals so
that the confusion was likely. Of course if she
wanted, she could have the nipples trimmed by plastic
surgery. This would eliminate their excess sensitivity
as well as decrease their size. Sara passed on that.
I cradled Sara's closest breast in my hands and my
mouth latched on to her large fleshy nipple. I sucked
almost by reflex. Sara moaned slightly. She was not
entirely unconscious. She raised her arm and clasped
my head to her breast. "Nurse me, nurse me," she
whispered. "There is a little milk left. Suck it all
out." She was right. As I sucked, droplets of milk
emerged from the engorged pap. The sweetest of all
desserts.
Julia, at the other end of the couch, had intended to
give Sara an oral climax. But while her intentions
were good, she found that she was unable to raise her
body enough to get at Sara's cunt. The rum punches had
a delayed action. If you drank two or three in a row
you would not feel the effect until you tried to stand
up. Then you would fall flat on your face.
All Julia had the energy to do was raise her own skirt
and finger her own clit, but Sara's extended leg
prevented full access. Julia was resourceful as well
as horny. She raised the leg and placed it flush
against her pussy. Although she had not planned it,
the portion of the leg pressing directly on her
clitoris was Sara's full calf. Using her hands Julia
rubbed Sara's lovely calf against her clit. Her head
tipped back and her eyes rolled. She was in ecstasy.
Sara, by now conscious, and I watched Julia masturbate
with Sara's leg. It was weird but strangely
compelling. The sensuously curved calf, dangling from
Sara's lower limb, perfectly fitted the contour of
Julia's crotch. Julia rolled her body back and forth,
one hand clutched her breast, the other pressed Sara's
flesh into her pussy. Julia humped the leg just like
she was a dog in heat. Sara and I were almost
hypnotized by the sight. I had told Sara that when I
was in her body Julia had masturbated on my leg but
I'm not sure she believed me. But here it was in
actuality. Julia gasped, shook, and came. While Julia
was winding down, Sara whispered to me "Let's help her
get to bed."
I somehow found enough energy to get to my feet.
Sara's milk punch certainly had a kick but it wore off
quickly. I recall that the old time New York politico
Adam Clayton Powell used to drink his jiggers of
scotch in a glass of milk for the same reason. I found
that I could stand and even walk. I helped Sara to her
feet. She was dazed but coherent. The two of us got
Julia up and guided her to her bed. Sara excused
herself on the grounds that she still felt groggy. She
would have to get up in a few hours to get Stephanie
off to school. I assured her that I could get Julia
undressed and in bed.
I unfastened Julia's clothes and removed them, turning
her body just as if I was undressing a baby. Her
panties were wet from her pussy juices and had the
fragrant smell of recent sex. As I turned to get a
washcloth to clean her up she mumbled "Fuck me, Steve.
Please fuck me. I need you inside me. Please fuck me."
She was rolling her body from side to side on the bed
going through one imaginary climax after another. She
held out her arms toward me, eyes pleading. Still
under the aphrodisiac influence of Sara's rum punch, I
removed my clothes and slid into Julia's welcoming
arms. My now hard cock found the entrance to Julia's
fragrant pussy and buried itself as far as it could
go. Our bodies moved on each other in a gentle and
beautiful fuck. It was heavenly. We clutched each
other as we rose to completion in nearly simultaneous
orgasms. And then, believe it or not, we fell asleep,
my cock still inside her, drugged by Sara's milky
goodbye treat.
Two months later Julia announced that she was
pregnant.
***
Julia's pregnancy caused little comment among our
neighbors. In California, unwed, single mothers are as
common as grains of sand on the beach.
The pregnancy did not interfere with her activities as
financial manager of the vineyard. On her first week
on the job she discovered a way to save us thousands
of dollars a year. She made contacts with liquor
wholesalers which almost doubled our market
penetration. In fact we were now selling so much wine
that we bought out the farmer who had tended our acres
and planned to build our own winery. To top it all
off, our premier wines garnered more than their share
of first prize medals in national wine tastings. We
even won a few foreign first prize medals too. I can't
say that it was all Julia's doing, but she certainly
helped.
Julia grew and grew, her belly ballooned out,
accentuating the slimness of the rest of her figure.
Julia joked that she had swallowed a watermelon seed
and it was growing inside her. Stephanie believed that
and carefully scraped the seeds from her watermelon
slices before eating them.
Julia's breasts kept pace with her belly. Julia,
herself, was fascinated with them. She would check
their size almost daily and announce to both of us
every time she had to increase a bra cup size. In the
evening, while the three of us were watching TV,
sometimes Julia would remove her T shirt and hold her
growing tits up for us to inspect. She would bend a
breast up to her face and try to suck the nipple, but
alas, they were still too small. She could just about
lick the nipple with her tongue. "Wait until next
month," Sara would say encouragingly.
At last in her seventh month of pregnancy, Julia
succeeded. Her breasts had grown to the point where,
by a combination of head lowering and upward
stretching, she was able to get her entire nipple in
her mouth. She sucked for a while, a look of triumph
in her eyes, then grasped the nipple between her teeth
and turned to face us.
"Look at these puppies" she exclaimed as she let her
stretched nipple drop. "I can't wait to use them for
real."
Julia's sexual urges did not diminish as her pregnancy
advanced. She became almost wanton. Insatiable. Both
Sara and I admitted feeling much the same way when we
were pregnant. Almost every night she crawled into our
bed and asked us to use her however we wanted. "Mommy
and Daddy, fuck me. Fuck your adopted child." During
the earlier months she would ask me to put my penis in
her cunt, gently fucking her while she sucked Sara. A
three way climax was always her goal. In the late
months she would ask us to suck on her burgeoning tits
while Sara and I cooperated in finger fucking her to a
climax. So Julia's pregnancy advanced as a series of
orgiastic events to its inevitable conclusion.
Julia gave birth to a little boy. She named it Michael
after her late father. On our visit to the hospital
the day after Michael was born the admitting nurse
couldn't believe that Sara and I were Julia's legal
parents but she finally let us in to Julia's room. She
had little Michael to her breast, a look of complete
fulfillment on her face.
Sara left the room to fill out the insurance forms and
Julia beckoned me close. "Thank you with all my heart
for giving me this wonderful baby. I love you." Then
she winked. "He seems to have quite an appetite. But I
think I have enough milk for all of us." With that she
lifted up her hospital gown and bared her other
breast. "Suck some milk from me Steve. I promised that
you would be next in line."
I was both shocked and powerfully aroused. Julia was
showing that she loved me, as best she could. I leaned
over and took her milk swollen nipple in my mouth and
nursed on her sweet milk for a minute or so while she
held my head against her breast. Then we heard some
voices outside the door. Sara and the nurse were
coming back. I quickly sat up and Julia pulled her
gown back down. When they came in it looked like
nothing had happened. But, of course it did happen.
A while ago Sara and I had a little anniversary
celebration. No, not of our marriage. It was exactly
ten years since our first fuck and inadvertent switch.
The enjoyment of our mutual sex hadn't diminished a
bit in all that time. I am just as much in love with
her now as I was on that first night. True, our sex
life had been a bit peculiar, In my internet
explorations on Mom's condition I recalled reading an
article that suggested that while the frequency of
intercourse between husband and wife would usually
diminish over time, the frequency would remain at a
high level if sufficient stimulus variety is provided.
The article suggested role playing and a few kinky sex
practices for maintaining variety.
But we seemed to do that as a matter of course in our
lives. Switching between Sara and me provided the
initial novelty. We each discovered each other's
sexuality. She could play around with a cock and I
with a cunt. We satisfied each other both ways. And
then there was Mom. Mom's unbridled lust, her
magnificent body, her urges, provided almost too much
carnal experience for us to handle.
And Julia. Julia added a little leavening to our
sexual batter. We both doted on Julia. She achieved
her dream of nursing us from her milky breasts. More
than that, she added a kinky twist to breast feeding.
Julia insisted that I fuck her while I sucked her. She
claimed that it helped the milk flow. When she nursed
Sara, Julia would finger fuck Sara to a resounding
climax. She felt that sharing in Sara's emotional
release helped her milk flow. Julia had no end of
imaginative theories to bring us to her breasts. We
hardly needed any persuasion. Julia's joy in giving
back to us was the best incentive.
Sex with Julia brought us both down to earth and
lifted us to unimagined heights. She showed us that
high quality vanilla was often better than tutti-
frutti. Julia served as our sexual anodyne. Every
frustration, ever aggravating situation for Sara or me
was made better by a night with Julia. There was no
need for tranquilizers when Julia's welcoming body was
available.
About a year after having her baby, Julia did make a
video of herself having an orgasm. It was a
Valentine's Day gift to us. She handed us the tape to
watch, then left the room, saying that she would be
embarrassed to watch it with us for the first time.
The video was the strangest thing. It was not like a
porn video at all. It was basically an instruction
manual for solo sex fully in keeping with Julia's
personality. And I suppose that it was Julia's attempt
at a love letter to Sara and me. Throughout, I sensed
Julia's desire to reveal herself fully to us. I don't
think she quite knew how to express in words what she
was showing by this view of her most intimate secret
life.
Julia had mounted a small camcorder on the top of a
tall bookcase. The camera was positioned to give a
view of her bed and the surrounding area. The picture
was routed to a TV set so she could see what the
camera picked up. Julia stood in front of the camera
and announced exactly what she was going to do.
"I'm going to give myself a climax. I want to dedicate
my orgasm to you, Steve and Sara, my dearest friends,
and because you are my new Mommy and Daddy, my
incestual lovers. You have made me come alive. I've
had so many wonderful times with you. I want you to
watch me make myself cum. I've always done this in
private but I don't want to have any secrets from you.
Just remember that I've never videotaped myself before
so don't expect a Hollywood production."
She walked over to her bedside table, opened a drawer,
and pulled out a large plastic penis shaped vibrator,
about ten inches long.
"This is my new vibrator," Julia said. "Sara, do you
remember you showed me how to use a vibrator on your
Mom. I've never used one to give myself a climax
before so it should be an interesting experiment."
As she talked Julia removed her garments. She slipped
out of her shirt and dropped her short skirt. She
wasn't wearing any underwear. Julia's body had filled
out with her pregnancy and had grown even lovelier.
Her face was beautiful in its simplicity. She still
had the figure of an athlete but she had softened a
bit and become more womanly. Her auburn hair was tied
back in its traditional pony tail. If she ever went to
a beauty parlor or wore makeup she would be a real
knockout - but then she wouldn't be Julia. She
believed that "What you see is what you get."
She sat stood in front of the camera and turned on the
vibrator. We could hear the faint hum. She started by
running the vibrator over her breasts, circling it
around each nipple and areola. While holding the
vibrator with one hand, she rolled the nipples with
the other. Julia's breasts had grown during her
pregnancy and now had a classic beauty. I noticed that
they even bounced a bit when she moved.
"Playing with my breasts feels very good," she said.
"It excites me. Look at my nipples. They are getting
stiff and swollen. I'll play with my breasts a bit
longer than I usually do and pay plenty of attention
to my nipples to get myself really aroused. When I can
get my nipples stiff it means that my body is telling
me that it is ready to cum. I don't think I will touch
my pussy yet because I want to build up to a big
climax."
Julia faced the camera directly. After several minutes
of ever increasing breast play, both with her hands
and the vibrator, she stopped, held her breasts close
to the camera, and said, "Don't you think my breasts
have gotten much bigger since I had the baby? They are
much softer and more flexible too. Now I can pull the
nipples all the way up to my mouth. See how big and
puffy the nipples are. They are so sensitive and sexy.
Now I will put them in my mouth and suck them." She
lowered her head and pulled the nipple of one breast
upward to her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled
as she sucked.
After nursing her breast for a minute or two, she let
her nipple slip out of her mouth. "I wish I still had
milk in by boobies but even without milk, sucking my
titties feels wonderful." Then she raised the other
breast to her mouth for its share of sucking. By this
time she was no longer acting for the camera. She
seemed totally absorbed by what she was doing to
pleasure her body.
She lay down on the bed, turned her face to the camera
and said in a slightly slurred voice, "I've now gotten
myself excited enough to start playing with my pussy.
I'm going to run the vibrator around my pussy lips for
a while. When they get engorged I'll put it inside
myself and move it back and forth. Steve, I wish it
was your penis in my cunt but the vibrator will do for
now. I won't touch my clitoris yet. I want to hold off
and have a mind blowing climax."
She moved her body so that the camera had a good view
of her pubic area. She caressed her pussy lips and
vulva with the vibrator just as she said she would do.
"The vibrations are very exciting. Look how swollen my
pussy lips are. Its making me get wet. I think I'll
put my fingers in my cunt now and when I get ready
I'll use the vibrator on my clitoris."
Julia slipped her fingers inside her cunt and started
moving them in and out. Her finger motions got faster.
Her body started to roll from side to side on the bed.
She couldn't lay still. Every once in a while she
removed her fingers from her cunt, looked at the
camera, and sucked them. Sara and I could see the
juices flowing from her wet pussy. Julia announced,
"I'm getting very excited now. Look how wet and
swollen my cunt lips have become. My pussy is starting
to drip. I like the taste of my own juices almost as
much as I like yours' Sara. It's too bad I can't suck
myself while I give myself a climax."
Julia's body motions increased as she drove her
fingers deeper and deeper. After about a minute of
intense finger fucking she turned her head to the
camera and said, "I feel that I'm getting hot enough
to touch the vibrator to my clitoris. That should make
me cum. Be sure to watch what happens to me while I'm
cumming. I don't think I will be able to talk clearly
because all I can think about after I start playing
with my clitty is how good I will feel when I'm having
an orgasm."
Julia started massaging her clitoris with the
vibrating end of the plastic penis. She moved it all
around the little bud. First gently, then more
forcefully. Her body started to writhe on the bed in
time with her motions. Suddenly she removed the
vibrator from her clit and replaced it with her hand.
As she masturbated her clit like a little prick she
drove the vibrator full length into her cunt. Almost
all ten inches of it. Only the end protruded.
With her free hand she drove the vibrator in and out,
fucking herself with the mechanical penis. Her hips
raised and lowered to meet her rapid thrusts. Her
fingers never stopped on her clitoris. She pulled her
sensitive nub of flesh so hard that Sara winced in
empathy. The camera captured a picture of her breasts.
They were bright pink and her nipples were engorged.
Her face showed an intense concentration. Her eyes
were closed and her mouth was open. Her tongue licked
her lips.
She began to make little catlike whimpering sounds of
pleasure. Julia's legs started their orgiastic dance
on the bed, her torso shook. And then in one mighty
spasm, she gasped loudly, her hips lifted to meet her
hand, her legs became rigid, her back arched. Julia's
body formed a perfect bridge, supported only by her
head, thrown back against the pillow, and her feet,
pressing down into the bed.
Just before she climaxed she turned her head to the
camera. She cried "I'm starting to cum. It's going to
be a big one. My pussy is going to explode. Sara and
Steve, watch me cum! I'm doing it for you. It's all
for you! YES, YES! I can feel myself starting. Look at
me! I'm cumming now! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'M
CUMMING!"
After the climax she lay flat on the bed for about
fifteen seconds while she wound down and caught her
breath. She plucked out the vibrator and licked off
the juices. Then she simply sat up, faced the camera,
brushed her hair out of her face, and said, "Wow! What
an orgasm! That's how I make myself cum when there's
no one around to help.
"I think the new vibrator helped me. It felt good. But
it is much better when you, Steve or Sara do it to me.
Then it feels wonderful. No, it feels better than
wonderful. I love both of you so much. You will
probably be making love to each other tonight so I
won't be with you. I want to wish both of you a very
happy Valentine's Day. I love you."
Now Sara and I were embarrassed. We found Julia.
hugged her, kissed her, and told her how much we liked
her video. Then we took her to bed and celebrated
Valentine's Day together as a proper incestual family
should.
***
On occasion Sara and I exchanged bodies. There was no
special purpose in these switches. They just added a
little spice to our love life. Our new relationship to
Julia brought her into the game as well. Of course she
couldn't switch with us but she could serve as a
catalyst during our sex exchanges. We discovered this
almost by accident one afternoon. I returned to the
house a bit early from working in the winery.
As I walked through our bedroom to the shower I was
surprised to see Sara and Julia on the bed enjoying an
afternoon quickie. Both were almost fully dressed.
Julia had pulled Sara's short skirt and panties to the
side. She her head between Sara's legs and was
tonguing her cunt. Sara beckoned to me to sit by her
and fondle her breasts her while she had a climax. I
complied. She lifted her top and unfastened her front
snap bra. Her breasts spilled out. I placed my hands
around the nearest one and raised it to my lips.
In the meantime, Julia continued sucking Sara's cunt.
She acknowledged my presence by reaching out and
squeezing my leg with a free hand then returned to the
task at hand. She was evidently succeeding because
Sara began shaking and rolling on the bed in the
inevitable rise to a climax. Then it happened! As Sara
climaxed, I felt the wedge. Steve was sucking on my
tit and Julia's licking of my clitoris was bringing me
to another orgasm. I felt a mixture of intense
pleasure from the unexpected climax and astonishment
at the unplanned switch. When I regained some
semblance of control, all I could think of saying was,
"What happened?"
Steve, really Sara, held me in her arms while she
explained. "It was all Julia's idea. She remembered
that you really don't have to be involved in the
orgasm to make the switch. We figured out that if she
gave me a climax while I was touching you, then you
and I could exchange bodies. So we tried an
experiment.
"When we heard your truck coming up the driveway we
knew that the first thing you would do was take a
shower. So we lay down on the bed and Julia started
stimulating me until you came in. I knew that you
would never refuse to play with my tits so I called
you over and had you put your hands on them. Julia is
very good at making me cum and her timing was perfect.
It was a small climax but still a climax. I had enough
control to initiate the switch before I came. So
that's what happened."
Julia was pleased as well. She couldn't exchange
bodies with us but she could help us do it to each
other. It gave her another role in our ever tighter
ménage a trios. Sara explained that she really wanted
to be me for a while. She had grown addicted to having
climaxes with my penis. She claimed that the orgasms
were quicker but far more intense than as a woman. She
loved plunging a hard cock into a compliant female
body, working it in and out, and then shuddering
through an intense climactic explosion.
I tried to tell her that the buildup was part of the
fun but she really didn't see it that way. She had had
enough experience with gradually rising to a climactic
plateau as Sara. She certainly loved what I did to her
body when we were in bed together. But once in a
while, she said, she simply wanted to fuck to a
massive climax with no buildup. That's why she enjoyed
masturbating with my cock.
I, in turn, enjoyed playing with all of Sara's body
parts when I was in her body. I remembered Mom's
sensitivity to all forms of stimulation. Enough
attention to any part of her body, legs, tits, cunt,
skin, would eventually make her cum. Sara had much of
the same capability. I guess it's all a question of
novelty and variety.
So we stayed in each other's bodies for a couple of
days. Julia enjoyed it too. She would get fucked by
Steve, always knowing that it was really Sara inside,
and would go 69 with Sara, knowing that I was the one
giving her a climax. It was kinky but fun.
My high point of this body exchange was my chance to
experience Sara's ultra-sensitive nipples. True, in
Sara's body I had nursed on my painful nipples just
after Julia's rape but this was my first chance to use
them after they had healed. The next morning after
Steve went to work and Julia was busy with her
accounts, I lay in bed and unveiled my tits. In the
bright morning light they appeared huge. The nipples
bulged out of dark areolas.
I wet my fingers and grazed the tips. Their
sensitivity was amazing. This time there was no pain
to dilute the sensation. Since Sara had stopped breast
feeding, her nipples had only one function - sexual
fun. Not only did I feel the pleasure of stroking my
tits but I also felt a twinge in my cunt. Apparently
there really was a connection between Sara's nipples
and her clitoris.
It was unusual to say the least. Nothing in my life as
Mom had prepared me for this. I grasped my nipples and
began working around the edges, twisting and pulling
them away from my breasts. With each touch the erotic
sensation increased. My whole consciousness was
centered on my tits. Everything ceased to exist except
my nipples. They grew, in my mind at least, until they
were the size of basketballs and this morning they
were mine to pleasure as I wanted.
I remembered what Sara did in her own breast play. She
rotated her fingers around the cherry sized bumps on
her breasts as if trying to pluck them from the tree.
I tried to emulate her actions and was blown away by
the erotic feelings. I gasped and almost came. Sara's
technique would have to be learned gradually. By the
end of the morning I became quite adept at
masturbating with Sara's nipples. I would finger them
and roll them, rising further and toward a climax.
I raised my head and looked directly at my fingers
rolling the bulging nipples. Bowing to impulse, I put
both hands around one of Sara's breasts and raised it
to my mouth grasping the swollen nipple between my
teeth. I sucked and chewed the engorged teat, feeling
delightful twinges from both my tit and cunt.
I couldn't believe how sexy simple nipple play was
making me feel. I was determined to watch me make
myself cum by simply touching those beautiful tits. As
I neared the peak I heard myself gasp and moan in
pleasure, with Sara's voice, of course. I would make a
forceful attempt to pluck the cherries from my tits.
That would usually send me over the edge to a mild
orgasm.
The climax was not as intense as a good fuck but it
was still pretty good. The mild climax was a benefit
since I could repeat the tit play over and over again
and cum each time. Mom's tits were wonderful but
Sara's clearly took first prize. I spent the morning
in orgiastic bliss. Sara need never get bored in the
company of her tits.
Two days later we switched back in the usual way. My
cock was a bit sore. Between masturbation and fucking
Julia and me, Sara had used it at least a dozen times.
I returned her a set of tits and a cunt that had been
equally well used. We were fucked out for at least a
week. Both of us looked forward to the next switch,
but not for a while.
***
Sometime later Sara and I had some bad news. Ever
since we had moved to California, we had the nagging
concern that Mom and Aunt Amy would discover our
whereabouts. It could be by hiring detectives or even
by accident as we had done in finding them in New
York. If discovered, they might be able to force a
switch, probably not by sex but by one of the other
means of producing an emotional shock.
The fear of being discovered tended to inhibit our
behavior. We rarely traveled by public transportation.
Who knows who could be sitting in the seat next to
you. Our social contacts were limited to good friends.
We were even worried about occasional trips to San
Francisco. In a way we were living in a plush lined
prison. Our life at home was wonderful but we were
fearful of the unknown.
About two years after Sara's trip to the publishing
house, Julia read a small story in a San Francisco
newspaper that mentioned that the Esteridge sisters,
prominent in the fashion industry, had been found dead
in their apartment in Paris under mysterious
circumstances. I combed internet news sources to find
out exactly what those circumstances were. An English
police journal provided a translation of a French
report that had some answers.
The Esteridge sisters, Cynthia Esteridge and Amy
Esteridge, Mom and Aunt Amy, had hosted a dinner party
for luminaries in the fashion world. As in all such
parties, liquor and recreational drugs were abundant.
A late night thunderstorm threatened and the party
broke up when inebriated guests feared it might be
difficult to get taxis.
After the guests left, Aunt Amy, a heavy drinker,
apparently passed out on her bed. Mom had a different
recreational drug. The police report tried to put it
discretely but the conclusion was that Mom had been
electrocuted when a sexual device, a Sybian that she
had been riding in her bathroom, short circuited.
The autopsy report appended to the police document was
more revealing. In a one in a million accident, a
lightning bolt hit the power line to the apartment. A
strong current surge passed from the short circuited
machine into Cynthia Esteridge's body. The medical
examiner traced the path of the electrical discharge,
estimated at several thousand volts, from the machine,
through an appendage inserted in her vagina, through
her torso and exiting from her breast.
The breast was resting against the metal wash stand
that she was holding to brace herself. The autopsy
report stated that the electrical current apparently
vaporized the nipple since no trace of it was found on
the body. The Sybian short circuit ignited the
bathroom shag rug. Flames spread to the draperies and
the carpet outside the bathroom. The smoke from the
resulting fire asphyxiated Amy Esteridge.
Sara and I were shaken by the news. Despite the fact
of our abandonment, we actually loved Mom and Aunt
Amy. We hated what they had done to us, of course, but
we cherished the memories of our childhood. I had
mixed feelings about being imprisoned in Mom's body
for so many years, especially when being forced to
deal with her obsessive sexual needs. But there were
happy times as well. Mom's body was a fantastic sexual
playground. She was a great piece of ass. Perhaps,
with the exception of Sara, the greatest that I would
ever experience.
Both Sara and I remembered Mom's glorious orgasms, the
birth of our daughter Stephanie, and the kindness and
help of Sara in getting though the worst of Mom's
"urges". I remembered, with pleasure, my relationships
with Diane and Professor Milner and even our
adventurous triumph over Mom and Aunt Amy at the end.
Despite our grief, Sara and I realized that their
death removed a threat which had always been in the
back of our minds. We were no longer in danger of
being found and switched against our will. We were
free at last. And in a moment of bizarre reflection we
both agreed that it was fitting that Mom, in her last
seconds, experienced the ultimate orgasm, a massive
life ending electrical climax.
Mom's death forced us to take stock of our situation.
We were almost 30 years old and had two wonderful
children, an adopted older "daughter", and a new
"grandchild". Sara was a well-regarded published
author whose stories were much in demand. We had a
thriving business managed by a combination financial
genius and resident sex therapist. To top it all off,
both Sara and Julia announced that they were pregnant
again. If everything went well the babies would be
born no more than a week apart.
"There is no doubt that I am the biological father of
both babies but who was inhabiting my body when
conception occurred is hard to say. Genetically it
makes absolutely no difference but enquiring minds
want to know. We all loved each other dearly. We felt
that we had been extremely lucky. As far as we were
concerned it was indeed the best of all possible
worlds."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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