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A Vacation in Mom
By Anonymous (2014)
***
With the author's permission "A Vacation in Mom" is a
reworking, editing, and shortening of "About Doing
Cassandra" (Kristen's Archives #81). The new version
keeps the author's original intent but cleans up her
writing a bit to make a more readable story. The
story still deals with the effect of a failed
scientific experiment that switches the personalities
of a teen aged boy and his young mother, placing each
in the other's body. The boy learns what it is like
to have the body and sexual desires of a woman. The
mother discovers the joys of having a penis. The
sexuality of the original is fully preserved. (Fm,
ped, inc, mast, tg, sci-fi)
***
Mom is a professor of psychology at a prestigious
East Coast university. She is deeply involved in the
techniques of computer assisted personality
measurement and even devised a method of electronic
transfer of learning from one animal to another,
currently undergoing its first tests on humans.
She is also a single mother. That is no novelty in a
college town. I don't have all the details but
apparently she was an attractive, sexually
promiscuous, but naive teenager who lost her
virginity as a high school freshman and became
impregnated in a drunken orgy after her Sweet Sixteen
party. I never knew my father. He and Mom divorced
soon after I was born.
Mom's saving grace was that she was very smart.
Despite being burdened by a baby she graduated at the
top of her class and received a scholarship to
college. Things went on from there. After she
finished her graduate work she was offered and
accepted a job as an instructor at the college and
quickly progressed up the academic hierarchy to her
present position.
Mom was indifferent to her appearance but was
definitely attractive. She had a figure that was a
cross between a Playboy Bunny and a Sports
Illustrated swimsuit model. She had big breasts, a
thin waist and great legs. Workouts at the gym kept
her fit. Her face was almost girlish looking, perky
and intelligent, but she was not fashion model
beautiful. Her body had real curves and her bust was
too big for haute couture clothes.
She generally wore her dark hair pulled back in a
ponytail, dressed in loose, generic GAP style clothes
and used the minimum of makeup. A pair of horn rimmed
glasses generally perched on her nose hardly added to
her attractiveness. She was nearsighted and needed
glasses for driving and seeing anything much further
than an arm's length away.
Me, I was big for my age. Well, fairly big. I was
taller than my Mom but not big enough to make the
basketball team. My high school guidance counselor
felt that I was a bright boy and enrolled me in all
the AP science classes.
Mom's college classes seemed to attract both the
horny male students and lesbian female students. What
made Mom most appealing was the way she moved. She
literally exuded sex appeal with every action. It was
totally unconscious on her part. She wasn't aware of
what she was doing. I overheard one of her students
say that when Mom walked into a room, every straight
male got an erection and every gay woman wet her
panties. Each group seemed to see in Mom what they
wanted to see. Both had fantasies of sleeping with
her.
In the high school lunchroom my friends and I would
eat our sandwiches and discuss the hypothetical
charms of our female classmates and the prettier
teachers in school. Mom and a couple of the other
more attractive mothers were included in the list. My
high school buddies all lusted after my mother
calling her the mega-MILF of the neighborhood. It
took me some time to find out what MILF meant. After
I found out, I didn't know whether to be insulted or
proud of my Mom. Probably a bit of both. Of course it
didn't help that she regularly jogged around the
neighborhood in shorts, boobs bouncing as she ran.
Even I lusted after my Mom a bit. What hormone driven
teen ager wouldn't? I found it hard not to get an
erection when she stripped down to her skimpy
exercise outfit and a sports bra to work out on the
exercise equipment. I tried to sneak peeks at her
when she was dressing or undressing, look down her
cleavage or up her skirt. Despite my efforts I rarely
got more than a peek at her unclothed body.
I loved looking at Mom's legs. They were sensuously
full, and to my male mind, very erotic. Mom thought
her legs were sexy but felt that her workouts made
them a bit too developed. They certainly didn't look
like the legs of models in the fashion magazines,
more like those of a Broadway showgirl. I thought
they were just perfect.
Her thighs were tapering pillars of flesh that led to
a tight butt. Her calves were large and muscular. It
was all I could do not to get an erection when Mom
would sit in front of me with a short skirt. When she
crossed one leg over the other her calf pressed over
the opposite knee made the most sensuous curve. Her
full thighs stretched the seams of her tight skirt.
Even the soft sound that Mom's legs made as thigh
slithered over thigh when she crossed them made my
cock get hard.
One of the more bizarre and short lived topics of our
lunchtime discussion of women and girls touched on
cannibalism. It was probably initiated by a
particularly bad cafeteria meal. One of the boys
broached the question "If the woman you wanted to
fuck was roasted for dinner, which part of her body
would you like to eat?"
I never thought of my Mom that way but the image of
my mother, roasted and trussed up like a Thanksgiving
turkey flashed through my mind. If forced to eat her
I would probably chew on her sexy legs first, sort of
like a drumstick, taking a big bite out of her
voluptuous calf. I would save her tits for dessert.
That's pretty sick isn't it? Fortunately we dropped
the topic after a few days.
I have to admit that I did see my Mom totally nude
once. It was the high point of my life. I returned
home about an hour early from a rain shortened soccer
practice. I heard moaning sounds coming from Mom's
bedroom. The door was slightly ajar. Through the gap
in the door I could see Mom thrashing around naked on
the bed, one hand holding a big breast, the finger of
the other massaged her cunt. Her legs moved in a
spastic dance. Mom's face was flushed and her hair
tousled. Her eyes were tightly shut. She was
vigorously attending to her needs.
While I masturbated frequently, just like most teen
aged boys, I never realized that grown women did it
to themselves too. I knew that I shouldn't be
looking. It was a private moment. But I didn't leave.
I stared at Mom's writhing naked body. It was
infinitely more revealing than trying to sneak a peek
up Mom's skirt or trying to look down her cleavage.
Her big breasts were in clear view, large, pink and
with very stiff nipples. How could I look away?
Sexual passion mixed with anguish contorted Mom's
face. I stood fixed to the spot, not daring to make a
sound while she pleasured herself. Now, with the
benefit of hindsight, I'm not sure that she would
have heard me even if I had walked into the room
whistling "Dixie."
I watched as she raised herself to a climax. Mom's
body stiffened. Her legs extended in front of her,
the muscles etched in sharp detail. Her calves
contracted as she toe-danced into ecstasy. She
started to shake, hips thrusting upwards, stomach
quivering.
Incoherent sounds came from her mouth. She moaned and
shuddered as she climaxed. Her body formed a perfect
arch on the bed, supported only by her thrown back
head and her heels. Her orgasm seemed to last and
last. Then, with a final gasp she collapsed into a
flaccid heap on the bed. She was lovely. I quietly
went to my room to masturbate.
I had the impossible Oedipal fantasy of making love
to her. I guess that was just normal. I read that all
young boys want to fuck their mother and all young
girls want to be fucked by their father. Sigmund
Freud made a career out of that insight. But my
carnal urges towards my mother would have to be
satisfied by masturbation. She was my Mom after all.
Mom often brought her university work home. She wrote
papers and books on our computer and tinkered with
lab apparatus in a small workroom. I was a bit of a
tech geek and tried to help her whenever I could. One
day, just at the end of the school year, she asked me
to help her calibrate a new device for measuring
brain waves. It resembled an EEG machine, the kind
you see in doctor's offices. She attached some
electrodes to my temples with medical paste and then
did the same to herself. Nothing would happen, she
told me. It was basically a brain wave recorder. She
was just getting baseline readings.
The brain, she explained, was a very complicated
organ. Most of it's real estate was devoted to
controlling our movements and maintaining the
functions of our bodies. A considerably smaller
portion made sense of our perceptions and stored
memories and other information. Only a tiny group of
cells in the medial parietal cortex, the central part
of the brain, was responsible for our consciousness.
Mom wanted to map that area. She specifically wanted
to determine if there was an anatomical difference
between male and female brains. The reason she needed
me as a subject was because I was her son. We were
genetically similar so differences in cerebral
structure due to inheritance would be minimal but the
sex difference would remain. It all seemed to make
sense to me - but what did I know?
We both sat at the worktable while she turned on the
apparatus. Lights blinked and the paper tape
recording our brainwaves started moving. Then she
flipped another switch. I felt a sharp twinge in my
head and blacked out for a couple of seconds.
Contrary to most science fiction stories there was no
flash of light or strange sounds. But instantly my
Mom and I changed places at the table. I was Mom and
she was me. We had traded bodies, or rather our
bodies stayed in the same seats but our consciousness
and immediate memories had traded places.
"Mom. What happened?"
Mom looked at the dials and checked the tape readout
for a few minutes.
"I guess the apparatus worked differently than I
expected." Mom replied. She was in my 16 year old
body and it seemed weird to hear my voice explaining
the experiment.
"The brain wave recorder scanned our minds and
shifted our consciousness from my body to yours and
your body to mine. I frankly didn't expect it to work
the way it did. It was just supposed to be a
calibration trial. This is the first time I ever
tried it on human subjects. I thought that it would
just record the electrical activity of our brains.
Something must have short circuited."
"When can we shift back?" I asked.
"I don't know if the machine will let us switch back.
It wasn't designed to be reversible. I think the
change may last a while. You will just have to be me
and I will be you until I find out what went wrong
and work out a way of undoing the transfer."
Mom looked worried and fussed around with the
apparatus, adjusting controls and reading dials. She
flipped the start switch several times. Each time I
felt a little jolt and blacked out for a second but
when I opened my eyes I was still in Mom's body and
she was in mine.
"This may take a while," Mom said. "I will have to do
more research. We have some time to solve the problem
but I will have to work hard on it. It may take a few
weeks."
This was unsettling news. Mom, in my teen aged body,
removed the electrodes from our temples and stood up.
I shut my eyes and put my arms around her seeking a
reassuring hug. It felt strange, even a bit
disturbing, touching my alter ego. As our bodies
pressed together it felt like I was hugging Mom
through a pillow. It was my breasts, or rather Mom's
breasts, pressing against my former body. I'm ashamed
to say that I had the unbidden thought that perhaps a
temporary switch wasn't so bad after all. I could
touch all those forbidden places on Mom's body that I
was curious about. All I needed was the time and some
privacy. I guess I was a horny teen after all.
Fortunately school had just ended for the year.
During the summer vacation Mom didn't have any
classes or meetings to attend so I would not have to
impersonate her at the college. For my summer
vacation I had planned to go on a bicycle trip in
Europe with a Youth Hostel group. She would take my
place. That would avoid complications and the
confusion of our friends. We had plenty of money. Mom
had invested the inheritance from my grandparents
wisely so there was no worry on that account.
Mom had a lot to do before leaving for Europe. She
had to gather all the things that she would need for
several months of biking, fortunately not too much
since touring bikers tend to travel lightly. She had
to get the family finances in order and arrange for
all our household bills to be charged directly to our
bank account. She made sure that the household maid
service would attend to cleanup and laundry needs.
She even arranged for the local supermarket to make a
weekly direct delivery of healthy foods and
vegetables to our address since she knew I probably
wouldn't buy them on my own.
Then she had to show me how to take care of her body,
a woman's body. She fully expected to find a way to
reverse the personality transfer and she wanted me to
keep it in good shape until her return.
Her tutorial consisted of showing me how to bathe and
wash my hair without leaving a tangled mess, how to
tie it in a decent ponytail, how to clean myself
after going to the bathroom, how to apply the
rudiments of makeup, at least a bit of lipstick, and
how to deal with her menstrual periods.
As bad luck would have it, Mom's body, the one I was
now in, was in the middle of a period right at the
moment so I had a hands on demonstration of how to
use and change tampons. I was curious about the
process but it must have taken real determination for
Mom to show me how to spread my pussy lips, put my
fingers in my vagina and pull the tampon out.
Mom had a cleanliness fetish and took a shower
morning and evening. She abhorred body hair and
showed me how to remove it with an electric razor.
Mom's pussy was completely hairless. I didn't find
out why until later.
I seemed to be a quick enough learner and Mom was
confident that I could fake being a woman for a
couple of months provided I avoided spending too much
time with her friends.
She had much less to learn about being a teen age
boy. I mean, after all, she raised me from a baby. I
suspected that she would wash and shower more than I
did and never go out without her hair combed. She
even knew how to ride a bicycle pretty well. But she
did have one problem. The morning after the transfer
she came down to breakfast in a loose floppy set of
sweats and wouldn't take them off even though the
house was warm. A couple of times during the first
day she had to sit down and was reluctant to stand
up.
Once it happened while she was showing me how to wash
under my new boobs, another time when she explained
how I was to wipe myself when I went to the toilet.
Finally it dawned on me that she was having trouble
controlling her teen age erections. My former male
body, even though it had Mom's consciousness, still
had a hard time dealing with the fact that I was a
near naked Playboy type female. The body's hormones
and penis obviously didn't understand the familial
relationship.
Finally, a couple of days before her departure, she
broke down and asked me, "Is there anything I can do
about not getting an erection at inappropriate
moments? It is very embarrassing."
I tried to explain that I always had an erection in
the morning. It was a teen age fact of life. And that
I would get four or five more during the day, usually
every time I looked at a pretty girl, sometimes just
when I thought of a pretty girl, and sometimes just
because. I thought it would be indiscrete to say that
I got erections when I looked at her in her exercise
clothes too. I told her that erections generally fade
in time but the only guaranteed way to make an
erection go away quickly was to masturbate.
I could see by the bulge in his jeans that my former
body had a raging hard on. Me, I had just taken a
shower and I was wearing a loose bathrobe. I wasn't
used to my Mom's body and I suppose that as the robe
flopped open he could get a good view of my naked
breast. That was all his hormones needed.
"Just lie back Mom, and I'll see what I can do to
help you." I pushed Mom's body back on the couch and
unzipped his jeans. Mom's erection sprung forth
through the fly. It was bigger than I expected, but I
was looking at it now from a different angle.
Relieving erections was something I knew all about.
I wrapped my now feminine hands around the pole and
started a gentle up and down motion. Mom stared at me
in disbelief. Drops of pre-cum oozed from the end and
lubricated the head of the cock. I watched Mom's face
transform from shock to enjoyment as the pleasures of
cock stroking got to him. While I was rubbing the
stiff penis he raised his hand, put it inside my robe
and clutched my bare breast.
I suppose that it was an automatic motion but it was
just what I would do if I had the chance. The more I
stroked, the tighter Mom's grip became. It was the
first time that I felt my new woman's body touched in
a sexual way. It didn't feel bad at all. Mom gave my
breast one last squeeze just as the penis erupted in
an impressive spurt of semen. It shot a couple of
inches in the air, all over my hand and his cock.
Mom sat up and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you. I
really needed that. Now I know what to do."
"Well, that's the only surefire way to get rid of an
erection quickly, Mom. If you don't do anything about
it, it can last for a long time. If you need help
again, let me know."
Still a little shaky from my therapeutic gift, he/she
staggered off to bed.
Late the next night I heard my door quietly open. Mom
came in and sat on the side of my bed.
"I need your help again. I've got another erection
and I can't make it go down. I tried doing what you
did yesterday but it just makes it get harder. I may
not be doing it right."
"It's OK, Mom. Lie down and I'll try to help."
It must have been a strange sight. Mom was lying on
my bed, his cock sticking straight up, as stiff as I
had ever seen it. I leaned over him and started
giving him a hand job. The end of the cock got wet as
little drops of pre-cum emerged. Before the switch I
had relished the taste of my own pre-cum.
I had the end of my cock in my hand and I could reach
over and suck it if I wanted. It would be easy. What
the hell, it may be my only chance to do it before
Mom switches us back. I realized that it would be me
sucking my own cock. I often tried to do it when I
got very excited. Once when I had a really big hard-
on I managed to get the head of my penis into my
mouth. But my back started to hurt and I had to stop.
I had often imagined what it would be like to give
myself a blow job 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. So I did it.
Mom lay on the bed, eyes closed, apparently enjoying
my hand job. When my lips touched the head of the
stiff penis her eyes opened wide and she started to
sit up. I gently pushed her back down.
"I want to do this Mom. It will help. Just lie back
and enjoy the feelings."
There was a little glistening drop of pre-cum on the
tip that I licked with my tongue. It tasted pretty
good. But the erect penis shaft was hard to stroke.
Mom had just bathed and took great care in drying
herself. The cock needed some lubrication. A little
saliva would help.
I finally gathered the courage to take the whole head
of the cock in my mouth and started working around it
with my tongue. It was a mouthful but it felt 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 male
body, was really getting aroused. The cock felt
harder than before and more and more juices began to
leak out.
Mom started twisting around on the bed. Her hands
found my breasts, both of them, and really squeezed
me tight. One hand twisted a nipple. It hurt a bit
but strangely enough I liked it. My tongue licked the
erect penis. I chewed the head gently. By this time
Mom's hips were bucking so much I could hardly keep
the stiff cock in my mouth. I put my hands around
Mom's tight ass to hold her steady. The cock head
swelled and before I could take it from my mouth, I
felt a gush of semen. What else could I do? I
swallowed it. Besides, it was my own ejaculation. I
knew this was probably the only time I would ever
have my cock in my mouth and I couldn't waste the
opportunity. Too bad I couldn't enjoy the sensations
in my penis as well.
"Thank you, thank you." Mom said. "But it would be
too dangerous to let this happen again. I know you
don't know what I mean." Mom hugged me tightly and
kissed me. "Now, let's get some sleep. I have a long
day ahead of me tomorrow."
So the next day my Mom, in my body, left on that
European trip, taking a briefcase of technical
material to try to work out a method of a reverse
switch. She didn't think that leaving me alone for a
few weeks was such a big deal. I was a responsible
teen ager. She had gone to professional meetings for
a week at a time and left me alone without incident.
Besides I could always call the neighbors if there
was an emergency. Mom had invested her share of the
inheritance from my grandparents wisely and we had
more than enough money for our needs.
Before she left, she told me that the experiment
wasn't quite over. I was in her body but it was being
controlled by my personality. Still her physical
needs and hormones would influence my actions. She
couldn't predict what would happen. And of course,
the same for me. She handed me a bound blank
laboratory book and told me to make nightly notes of
my experiences. She would do the same. It would be
sort of a diary. She told me to be completely honest
and record everything in detail even if it seemed
unusual.
I guess Mom was thinking about how I relieved her
erections and what she showed me about changing
tampons. If anything she certainly wasn't modest
about her body. I don't know what else she expected
to happen but she said that when she came back we
would compare notes.
Mom also mentioned in passing that there was a
notebook of instructions on what to do if her body
got unusually aroused. It was in her upper bureau
drawer. She hoped I wouldn't have to use it. I guess
she meant sexually aroused but she never told me what
to do directly.
And there I was, a 16 year old teen aged boy, stuck
in my Mom's 32 year old woman's body. It didn't feel
much different except that I had breasts and a
vagina. I didn't hate being a woman. I just had no
strong feelings about it. If you discount a few hasty
encounters with girls at summer camp and at school
dances I was technically a virgin. Of course I had
the sex-ed classes in high school so I knew what the
mechanics of sex were. But except for having monthly
periods and the difference in going to the bathroom,
I had no idea of what being a woman meant.
In fact I felt a strange disconnect. I had my own
teen male personality and all of my recent memories
but I was wearing Mom's body like a new set of
clothes. I'm sure that she was experiencing the same
thing as me. I was surprised when I touched myself
and felt unfamiliar contours and when I had to sit
down to go to the bathroom. It will take me some time
to get used to my new body just as it probably will
take Mom some time to get used to hers.
The first night after Mom left wasn't so bad. I awoke
next morning when the sun streamed into my room. I
reached for my morning erection but it wasn't there.
When I took off my nightgown I looked at myself in
the mirror and my eyes fixated on my tits. I was
still Mom. It wasn't a dream after all. I threw on a
robe and fixed a breakfast for myself. Now I had to
figure out how to occupy my time until I could sort
things out. The house was a mess. Mom was a casual
housekeeper to begin with and in the confusion of the
last couple of days it got even worse. The woman from
the maid service wasn't expected for a few more days.
Well, I could certainly clean things up.
I started vacuuming the house, starting with my room
and working my way up. I was surprised that it was
such hard work. By the time I'd finished the living
room on the main floor, I was sweating up a storm,
especially under my boobs. We had no air conditioning
and it was a particularly warm day. I decided that
since no one else was home, I'd just strip to the
buff to keep cool. I tossed my robe on the back of
the couch and started vacuuming. I finished the
ground floor and the stairs to the second floor.
I was perspiring so much that I decided that I needed
to take a break and maybe rinse off under my breasts.
They were still sweating. I figured I'd take a shower
to wash off the sweat. 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.
When I stepped out of the shower I caught a glimpse
of myself in the steamy bathroom mirror. Mom was
certainly curvy and very attractive. Although she had
a few telltale laugh lines in her face, I've got to
say that she looked really foxy for a middle aged
woman. To my mind, anyone over 30 was middle aged.
Actually she looked really foxy for a woman of any
age.
Mom usually dressed quite conservatively when she
went to work and changed to ordinary casual clothes
when she was home. She was a nice looking 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 taut body with a narrow waist expanded to
nice hips and a firm butt. Her legs would have
complimented a Broadway dancer with strong thighs,
full calves and narrow ankles.
I wanted 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. In fact I was a little
uneasy about examining my naked body so closely even
though I always tried to sneak a peek at Mom when she
undressed. But this might be my only chance to see
her up close and personal. So I felt naughty but I
looked.
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 dark
brown hair. She had a smile in her eyes. Mom's figure
was tight and toned from 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. My
high school buddies would say that she had a rocking
hot body.
My boobs, I mean my Mom's boobs, were bigger than I
expected. Certainly much bigger than those of the
girls at my school.. Each was about the size of half
a cantaloupe. They didn't appear so large when she
was dressed but they were round and full and hung
down a bit when I bent over. I don't know how she
managed to hide them under her clothes. 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 had my male teen desires. I had
my hands on a woman's breast and was feeling it up.
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
dark areola that covered much of the end of the
breast. The areolas were large. Four fingers of my
hand wouldn't cover one completely. The nipples stood
proudly from the center of each like a tassel on a
red skull cap just like those worn by Catholic
cardinals.
Except for a couple of glimpses of my Mom when she
wore loose blouses, and my one memorable peek at her
when she was naked in her bedroom, I hadn't seen any
real breasts before. All I saw was pictures in girlie
magazines. All those young beautiful girls in Playboy
had raisin sized nipples centered in quarter sized
areolas on their perky tits. I guess that's the way
young girls look. So I carefully inspected the mound
of flesh in my hand. To my untutored eye it looked
beautiful.
I poked the nipple tentatively with my finger and was
surprised at how nice it felt. Mom's nipples were
big. They were real baby feeding nipples. 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.
As I ran my finger around the base of the nipple I
saw it start to get larger and stiffer. It became as
big as a small acorn and got very sensitive. I lifted
the other boob and tried to get a matching set. On an
impulse, I squeezed the breast between my fingers. My
fingers sank into the tissue and the nipple and
areola bulged out to get even bigger. I liked how it
felt.
I grasped my nipples between my thumbs and
forefingers and rolled them gently. They felt like
soft marbles buried in flesh and seemed to get even
harder as I played with them. On a whim I pulled each
nipple out as far as it would go. My breasts
stretched in front of me. I thought that it would
hurt but it didn't. It even felt a bit sexy. Mom's
boobs seemed to enjoy being treated firmly.
I knew that nature's purpose for breasts was to make
milk for babies. I never really thought that women
would consider their breasts as sources of pleasure.
But I also heard that sucking breasts was supposed to
be nice. A couple of my friends said that they would
like to suck on my Mom's boobs. It struck me as a
little odd. Why would teen aged boys want to suck on
a grown woman's nipples? Well now I had the chance to
find out.
I raised one breast towards my head and lowered my
face to meet it. The nipple was still stiff from my
play. I licked the turgid blob of flesh with my
outstretched tongue. It was pleasant, both on the
tongue and the nipple. The boob was big enough for me
to easily take the nipple and much of the areola in
my mouth. Holding the flesh lightly with my teeth, I
ran my tongue around the slightly rough nipple and
nibbled it a little. Then I started sucking. I could
feel my cheeks hollow and swell as I tried to pull
imaginary milk from the tit. It felt heavenly. I'm
not religious but I could have worshiped Mom's
cardinals for hours.
While touching Mom's breast with my hands felt great,
sucking her nipple was fantastic. Her nipple seemed
ten times more sensitive than the rest of the breast.
Really, really sexy. With such convenient pacifiers,
I don't see why women don't suck their nipples all
the time. Or at least let men suck them. My high
school friends were right about sucking Mom's breasts
but they will never have a chance to play with them.
Not that I would mind, of course, but what if Mom
should find out.
After I finished sucking my breasts I stared at my
image in the mirror. I was standing directly facing
it, legs spread slightly apart. My legs did look
nice, tapering from slim ankles to full calves,
narrowing at the knees, to muscular thighs,
culminating in a tight butt. Mom's legs were so
inviting. I would love to have legs like those
wrapped around me. The angle of the legs formed an
arrow that drew my eyes directly to Mom's pussy. I
enjoyed playing with my penis. How would it feel if
did the same with Mom's cunt? Just to see what it
felt like.
So I put my hand down between my legs and stroked my
vulva. I could feel the wetness as my vaginal juices
oozed out and mixed with a few last drips from the
shower. I was getting sexually excited by all my
touching and squeezing. I rubbed my finger around my
pussy lips and felt them start to expand. I didn't
realize that simple touching could feel so nice. I
knew about my vagina from Mom's tampon lesson.
Fortunately her body had finished its period. Mom
even showed me how to douche myself so that my vagina
would be nice and fresh,
I knew from both sex-ed classes that real sex
involved putting a man's penis inside a woman's
vagina. Well, I didn't have a penis to work with but
I did have a reasonable substitute. Gathering my
courage I pushed my middle finger entirely inside my
vagina and worked it in and out. It was warm and
slippery and seemed to squeeze my finger. It was a
revelation to me to find out that women actually
enjoyed putting things inside themselves. I thrust a
second finger in my vagina. That filled me up a
little better. My forefinger gently rubbed my clit as
I moved. It felt so intense. The other hand was still
clutching one of my breasts, squeezing it tightly.
I took my two fingers out and looked at them. They
glistened wetly with juices. I put the fingers to my
mouth and licked off the wetness. I enjoyed the
taste. My fingers had a sexy, musky smell. I scooped
up a bit more of the juices from the outside of my
vulva and licked. I 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.
I felt empty when I took my fingers out. My vagina
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. The realization came to me that I was no
longer just exploring Mom's body. I should stop. I
had no illusions about what I was doing. I knew that
if I continued to finger fuck myself I would end up
by making myself cum. Somewhere in the back of my
mind I didn't think it was proper. But the more I
moved my fingers the more the pleasurable feeling
increased. I was climbing to a peak.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my reflection in
the mirror. It didn't resemble the Mom that I knew at
all. A beautiful woman stared back at me with the
fingers of one hand deep in her vagina, the other
squeezing her breast. A look of extreme sexual
pleasure was on her face.
I brought my thumb to the areas just above my slit
and began to stroke my clitoris. When Mom's body got
very excited her clitoris stiffened and expanded
until it was the size of a small grape. The sensation
from touching the clit 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 stop playing with herself?
The almost electric feelings from my cunt spread all
around my body, to my legs, to my belly, to my tits.
The sensations were growing. It was like climbing up
a sexual hill. If I stopped now I would roll back to
the bottom but I also knew that if I continued to rub
my clitoris and drive my fingers in and out of my
pussy I would reach the top. I felt that
indescribable delights awaited me on the other side.
I was startled to hear Mom's voice whispering
"Ohh.... fuck me ... fuck me..." I began to whimper
almost uncontrollably as I began to feel my body
twitch all over. My pussy muscles clenched my fingers
ever so tightly inside of myself. I drove my fingers
in and out, 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 was giving myself an orgasm. In my mother's body.
I let out a long, loud and throaty scream...
I cried, "Oh my, I'm going to climax. YES, YES! I'M
CUMMING!"
In my Mom's voice. In my Mom's body.
I had given myself a big climax. And it felt so damn
good.
Things went on as normal for the next couple of weeks
at our house. I kept the house reasonably clean
between maid visits and did the shopping. Once in a
while I attended a book club meeting at the college.
I didn't say much, of course. Just showed up.
I knew that after breakfast I would have a few
uninterrupted hours of privacy. After the first big
climax in the shower it didn't seem so hard to give
her another climax, and then another. Giving Mom that
orgasm in the shower was like getting that the first
olive out of the bottle. The rest came easy.
I also rooted around in all the nooks and crannies in
the house where she would hide stuff she didn't want
me to see. She had a lot of pictures stuffed in the
back of her desk drawer. Most of them had been taken
when she was in high school. They showed Mom as a
pretty girl surrounded by boyfriends. There were
pictures of her in sports uniforms and one of her as
queen of the Junior prom. A few photos showed me as a
baby and there were some of her parents. Everyone
looked happy.
Looking in Mom's desk I discovered that she had left
her wallet with her driver's license, some of her
credit cards and ID cards. They all had her picture
on them so they would be of no use to her in my body.
Naturally she had taken my passport. I knew how to
drive but I didn't have a license of my own. No
problem. To all intents and purposes I was Mom. We
had a small new Volkswagen Beetle and I found the
extra set of keys. I shopped for food and went to a
few movies. I kept the house in reasonably good
condition and even mowed the grass. Mom was right
about finances. I had more than enough money for my
expenses.
My wardrobe was simple. I wore Mom's underpants and
bra since my old underwear wouldn't fit my new body
shape. I dressed in slacks and sweatshirts. My hair
was simply tied back in a ponytail. I didn't know how
to apply makeup so I just didn't wear any. Clothed, I
was an attractive but ordinary looking woman. And
only I knew what I looked like nude.
Having the house to myself gave me the opportunity to
do a few things that I couldn't do freely when Mom
was home. The first thing was to watch a lot of porn
movies on TV. Mom would be appalled. Basically I
wanted to see what grownups did when they made love.
It was an education - Applied Sex 101. They never
told us about any of those things in sex ed classes.
I learned a lot watching the porn channel,
particularly the variety to be found in human
genitals. Years of boy's locker room experience had
taught me about men's penises. Most looked alike,
give or take a foreskin. Those of male porn stars
were no different except most were much larger than
those to which I was accustomed. But I learned a lot
about female anatomy.
Even though I was in a mature woman's body, I had
little experience with female genitals, even my own.
Compared to the porn actresses my pussy looked clean
and neat, almost like that of a teen aged girl. My
pussy lips were tight. My clitoris, the bump on the
top end of my slit seemed a bit larger than normal.
Usually it was small enough but when it erected it
was almost little finger large.
My only prior experience with sex was playing with
myself and a few hasty gropes with girls. I was blown
away by the wonderful feeling of having an orgasm in
Mom's body. I wanted many more of them. I had so much
to experience. Seeing women masturbate on porn TV was
a revelation. I knew all about how men masturbate.
I've done it often. But I had no idea what women did
to themselves. Of course these were porn actresses
but watching what they did was a real eye opener. I
had thought that all they did was stick things like
hot dogs and bananas into themselves but they did so
much more. It wasn't most men. They just rubbed a
cock until it spurted.
I also used my privacy to explore all the secret
places in my new body. With no constraints I became
adept at pleasuring myself. There was no down side.
Mom had given me tacit permission to satisfy myself
if I became sexually aroused. She had expected that I
would not get aroused often but I guess she forgot
about teen age male urges. Most of us think about sex
every ten minutes.
Every night when I went to bed I would try to
recreate my first sexual experience in her body. True
to Mom's parting words I could do anything I wanted
to get her off as long as I didn't hurt or damage her
in any way. I didn't want her to know how much I
lusted after her. Despite what she looked like, Mom
was a bit of a prude. I don't think she would
consider it seemly for a son to want to fuck his
mother.
At first, when I gave my temporary body an orgasm, I
couldn't see what I was doing. I did it mostly at
night or in the shower. I guess I was ashamed to do
it in broad daylight just in case someone should walk
in while I was pleasuring myself. Fat chance of that.
Anyway I would lie in bed playing with my breasts,
sometimes raising the ends to my mouth so I could
suck my nipples.
Then I would touch my genitals, and finger with my
pussy lips. When they became swollen I would stroke
my clitoris. When I got really excited I would flail
away at my genitals, fingers rapidly flicking over my
labia, clitoris and sometimes penetrating my vagina
until I shuddered to a climax. I felt that they were
still Mom's body parts. I hadn't identified with them
yet.
While pleasuring myself - "pleasuring" was really the
operative word - I discovered that Mom was a
screamer. Well not exactly a screamer, more like a
"sex talker." She said a lot of things in the few
seconds before climaxing that surprised me. I always
thought she was quite reserved but apparently not
about sex.
One interesting discovery was that my male
personality lost control of Mom's body when she was
sexually excited. She didn't behave like the mother I
knew either. It is like Mom had a distinct sexual
personality, a sexual autopilot, that kicked in when
she was about to have an orgasm. In that few minutes
between getting aroused and actually having a climax
she would turn into a totally sexual being, saying
and doing things that neither she nor I would say or
do during our more placid moments.
The first time I heard Mom, that is, me, vocalize her
feelings while climaxing, I was startled. I couldn't
believe that my mother would so blatantly express her
feelings during sex.
Fondling Mom's clitoris would get me really excited.
By now I knew what was happening to me. I would lie
in bed with both hands at my cunt, The fingers of one
would slip inside my while the other circled and
pulled at my clit. My finger motions became faster
and faster and the feelings spread from cunt to my
whole body. I started to shake, my muscles tensed, my
legs started an involuntary dance as the lovely
feeling of exquisite torture encompassed me. It grew
and grew. Just when I felt that I couldn't tolerate
any more, I climaxed.
Despite being a novice at pleasuring a woman, I found
that I could make myself have a very nice orgasm in
just a few minutes by stroking my genitals and
playing with my tits. My new body knew the drill. My
hands seem to guide themselves to all the right
places without me thinking about it. I didn't seem to
need much build up at all. It was like I went from 0-
60 in one second flat.
My female orgasms were much like those I got when I
did it to my penis. Except that female climaxes came
slower and were less localized. When I played with my
cock before, it was all cock. But in Mom's body the
orgasm was total, from toes to nose, so to speak. But
cock and cunt climaxes were enough alike that it is
hard to say which I preferred. I loved them both. Any
sex is good to a horny teen.
I became obsessed with my breasts. They are magical
body parts. They look good. They are nice to touch
and they feel good when they are touched. Every time
I looked in a mirror or took a shower, there they
were, hanging out in front of me. They swung when I
moved, always catching my attention. I even had
trouble putting on a bra, stuffing my new tits in the
cups and trying to fasten the damn thing in the back.
Women's clothes seem far less sensible than men's
clothes. No wonder girls like to wear boy's shirts
and jeans.
When I got dressed in the morning, it was hard for me
to leave my breasts alone. I can raise my nipples to
my mouth and suck them even though I can't suck my
cock. At least I couldn't suck my cock in my male
body. And I know for sure that Mom can't suck her own
cunt. I tried last night and I couldn't do it.
Thinking about my mammary endowments, I raised my
sweat shirt and pulled out a big breast out of my
bra. It looked absolutely lovely, soft and heavy in
my hands. I examined the nipple closely. It was
centered right in the middle of my dark areola and
was as big as my fingertip. I watched it grow under
the touch of my fingers. The nipple got bigger and
the rough surface smoothed out.
As long as I had it out, I might as well make good
use of it. I stretched the breast up to my face,
tilted my head down. and started licking the nipple.
I pushed the tit up further so that I could put the
nipple and areola in my mouth. It was fantastic. The
nipple seemed to be even bigger and more sensitive
than usual.
Just looking at my tits is exciting. I pushed the end
of my breast into my mouth and bit down hard. Well,
not too hard. I didn't want to damage Mom's body.
Still, I enjoyed the feeling. Sucking this part of my
body was like scratching a particularly exotic itch.
An itch that could never be quite satisfied. It was
pleasant on both my mouth and my nipple. I repeated
with the other breast.
A quick glance at the mirror revealed an almost teen
age face on a voluptuous, unabashedly sexual frame. I
reminded myself of Leslie Caron in the movie "Gigi."
A baby face on a sexy woman's body. Then I made a
face at the mirror image. I realized the absurdity of
what I was seeing, my young looking face mouthing my
burlesque queen breasts. I looked like I was trying
to eat my own tit.
I knew I should stop this. If I kept sucking my
nipples I would soon need a climax. I was getting
myself excited without meaning to. Reluctantly I let
my tit drop and decided to take a cold shower. A cold
shower.
The cold water tingled against my skin. I showered
for as long as I could take the cold. Despite my
shivering, I couldn't resist looking at Mom's body in
the full length mirror. My God, what a lovely woman.
My nipples were pinched from the cold and stuck out
nearly an inch from the ends of my 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. I grabbed a Turkish towel from the rack to dry
myself. I rubbed the towel between my legs to get
thoroughly dry. The slightly rough surface of the
towel sent little electric pulses through my
sensitive parts.
Reluctantly I stopped and turned toward the mirror to
continue drying myself. Mom's skin was unblemished,
pink and healthy. I loved Mom as a mother but I
lusted after her body as a sexual playground. After
we regained our own bodies there was not a ghost of a
chance that Mom would let me make love to her so I
might as well get all the sex I could from Mom's body
now. I couldn't actually fuck myself but I could
enjoy plenty of self-administered orgasms. I looked
forward to the prospect.
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.
What would it look like, I wondered, if I masturbated
in front of the mirror? I wanted to see if I looked
like the women on the porn TV channel when I had an
orgasm. I would like to watch myself giving my body a
climax. It would be really naughty but I became
excited at the thought. Should I do it to myself now?
Despite my curiosity I decided I really needed an
orgasm this morning. After all, it was my body now,
at least temporarily, and I could do what I wanted
with it.
It wasn't as if giving Mom an orgasm would cost me
anything. There were plenty of them locked up in her
body just waiting to be released. Besides, I really
liked what it felt like when I made her, I should say
me, have a climax. After all, Mom owed me something
for making me change places with her.
Sitting naked on my bed, I turned to glance at my
reflection in the full length mirror on the wall. I
remembered to put on my glasses so I could see
everything clearly. I might never get to see myself
making Mom's body cum so closely again and I didn't
want to miss any detail. She might find a way to
switch us back at any moment.
I stretched my long legs in front of me. A couple of
days ago my legs were just legs. Now Mom's limbs
insisted that I touch them. 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
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 spread
my legs apart and got a glimpse of my pussy. My
thighs were particularly inviting. Round and firm,
they led like walls of a sexual canyon directly to my
vulva.
I stroked the inside of my thighs upward to my pussy.
I was wet but not from the shower. I caught a whiff
of the musky, sweet smell of Mom's pussy juices.
Cupping my fingers, I scooped up a bit of her
exudation and brought it to my lips. I licked my
fingers savoring the taste and smell. I would love to
bury my head between those thighs and suck the juices
from Mom's cunt. What would it look like if I
masturbated in front of the mirror? I would like to
watch myself giving my body a climax. Should I do it
to myself now?
I was totally nude except for Mom's horn rimmed
eyeglasses. It was strange. All the Playboy bunnies
shown on the magazines seemed to have perfect
eyesight. I, on the other hand, looked like a wanton
librarian. Never mind. I would just check my own body
parts out instead of a book.
I looked at Mom's mirror image and angled my body 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 from my excitement, and I
could see the knob of my clit poking out of its nest.
I put a finger inside and felt the wet, slick tunnel
of my vagina close around it. Two fingers would feel
even better.
I watched myself in the mirror moving my fingers in
and out of my cunt. My fingers seemed to move by
themselves. It was automatic finger fucking. My hand
moved of its own volition while I simply watched. The
pussy lips swelled even more and my clitoris reared
its head like a little prick. I started stroking the
clit with the fingers of my other hand. It was like
masturbating a tiny penis.
My hand motions were making my cunt feel just like my
prick used to feel before I came. If this was what
women felt every time they touched themselves, how
could they ever get anything done? Why didn't they
have their hands in their cunts all the time? I knew
that a man's penis goes into the vagina when adults
fuck. At least I learned that much in sex ed. I
didn't have a penis to use but my fingers were a good
substitute.
My breath increased and my heart raced as I felt
myself get aroused. Mom's body was calling the shots
now. All I could do was go along with it and let her
libido give her body an orgasm. I closed my eyes once
more, and allowed my fingertips to rub rhythmically
against my clit in mesmerizing circles. This sent
little waves of pleasure through me. I moved so that
my left hand palmed a breast, while my right
continued to work on my clitoris. My clitoris was
giving me little shocks of electricity. My eyes
stared at my flushed face in the mirror. I didn't
dare to touch my clit directly anymore. It had become
far too sensitive.
My mother's way of satisfying herself seemed a bit
different from those of the actresses on the porn TV
channel. Both Mom and the porn stars would start with
breast play, usually fondling and caressing their
boobs, usually gravitating to the nipples. Big
breasted ladies like Mom would suck and sometimes
chew their own nipples.
The others would simply massage their own tits.
Eventually all would move their hands to their crotch
and start playing with their genitals. Most rubbed
their pussies and clit vigorously until they appeared
to cum. Mom did that too but after a few strokes of
her pussy lips she would put two or three fingers
inside her vagina and finger-fucked herself to a
climax.
So I simply finger fucked myself the way Mom's body
wanted me to do. I thrust my fingers in and out of my
vagina. First two, then three fingers. I needed to
fill up my empty vagina. It desperately needed
something inside it. I would have loved to do this
with my cock but my Mommy had it with her in Europe.
Back and forth, in and out. Faster and faster. I was
really finger fucking myself now and I liked it. More
than liked it. I loved it. My pussy quivered, sending
throbs of arousal through me. There was no turning
back now. I knew that I was going to make myself cum
and I wanted to see what I looked like when I had an
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. I needed to see
everything up close. I managed to rise from the bed
and approached the mirror, staring intently at my
erect nipples and sweaty thighs. My breasts were
swollen and pink. I pushed my fingers into the folds
of my pussy and rubbed the tingling nubs of flesh
buried just inside. I gasped and felt my entire body
quiver with involuntary shakes. My free hand found a
nipple and squeezed, increasing the sensation even
more, then my hand joined its mate in my vulva.
I repeated the movements again and again, my engorged
pussy lips and buzzing clit let me know that I was
about to cum. My orgasm began to build deep inside my
body. My thighs started to vibrate. The muscles in my
belly contracted and relaxed. Waves of sensation
coursed through my body. Then everything merged into
one overwhelming feeling of sexual ecstasy. My thighs
became rigid. I strained to keep my balance on the
edge of the bed.
My hand moved faster and faster in my vagina. The
fingertips of the other hand running in circles
across my pulsing clit. I wasn't doing it to myself
anymore. It was all automatic. I simply looked on as
I watched myself draw ever closer to total release.
My eyes were glued to the motions of my fingers. I
tortured my clit, stroking it, ever harder, until I
exploded in a climax.
The reflection that I saw in the full length mirror
wasn't like me at all. It was a strangely beautiful
woman with trembling legs, both hands at her cunt,
giving herself a massive orgasm. I hardly recognized
the face in the mirror. It was contorted with an
agonized look of sexual tension. I saw all this in
the instant before I came.
After what seemed an eternity the tenseness left my
body. I sighed as the orgasm receded into an
afterglow. I paused another moment, taking one last
look at my fulfilled body in the mirror. I had never
felt like this when I masturbated before. I was
literally blown away by the experience.
I felt terribly guilty. What have I done? I feel
almost as if I have raped myself, if such a thing is
possible. I have violated Mom's trust.
What was happening to me? I feel so horny. I had two
orgasms in a row and it was still morning. My pussy
craved still another.
I pinched my clit so hard that I winced with pain. a
pain that was soon forgotten as another climax
started to build. I plunged my hand back into my
cunt. My back arched, my hips rose to meet my hands,
my legs turned rigid, my body shook uncontrollably
and I came.
After that orgasm faded I began to realize what had
happened. I had given myself three climaxes since
awakening and it wasn't even noon. But in the back of
my mind I thought that this wasn't so bad. Sure I
made myself cum a lot this morning but I did it to
myself and all the climaxes were pleasant. A couple
were more than pleasant and I really enjoyed them. Of
course my morning's orgasmic session was seen from
the perspective of a teenager for whom any sex, no
matter how bad, is great. Still I felt that there
might be something odd about my behavior. I'm sure
her notebook would explain everything.
To my surprise Mom's notebook contained detailed
information about her sex life. I had assumed that
she was almost asexual. In all the time I was growing
up she never had a boyfriend or even a serious date.
But I was totally wrong. Mom wrote that even as a
child she played with her pussy constantly. She liked
touching herself between the legs. If she rubbed her
cunny and clitty for a while she would feel the
loveliest sensation in her body. She did it a lot in
bed or in the shower.
Mom wrote, "I also discovered that I could make
myself feel even better if I leaned my body against
the washing machine during the spin cycle. I would
straddle the edge of the washer, press the corner
against my cunny, and lean over to mash my growing
boobies on the top of the machine. The vibrations
made my nipples tingle. I felt at first like I had to
go to the bathroom but the feeling expanded over my
hips and lower body. My legs would start to shake and
my hips pressed my cunny tighter into the corner of
the washer.
"I gripped the machine tightly as a wonderful feeling
passed over my entire body. If the machine had a big
load, I could do it twice. I was in total ecstasy
doing the washing. Sometimes I found that I had wet
my panties. It's not as if I peed into them but they
were definitely damp and had sort of a funky smell.
No problem, I simply threw them into the washer with
the next load."
"I had mixed feelings about still being a virgin at
thirteen, going on fourteen. Many of my classmates
had had sex already and one girl was even pregnant. I
didn't have any idea of what real sex felt like but
if it was at all like what I could do to myself it
must be wonderful. What would it feel like to get
fucked? I simply loved the thrill of playing with
myself. I couldn't wait to have real sex."
Mom wrote that she lost her virginity at a freshman
dance. Actually, she didn't "lose" her virginity. she
willingly gave it away to her date. It was something
she had planned to do for a long time. She wanted to
find out what real sex felt like, the kind she had
read about in trashy novels and glimpsed in equally
trashy movies.
In the car after the dance her date groped her and
tried to feel her growing titties, as masculine
tradition insisted he do. He was thoroughly surprised
when she unzipped the fly of his pants, grabbed his
hard penis, pulled aside her panties, and shoved his
cock into her honey dripping cunt. Mom said that the
whole thing took far less time to do than to write
about. They had a nice first fuck. Not great but
still satisfactory.
Mom realized that she had very strong sex urges, not
pathological, just strong. She was obsessed with
boys, imagining herself in all sorts of sexual
situations. After losing her virginity as a freshman
in high school she felt that it was no longer a
barrier. She satisfied her needs by giving herself to
any of her classmates who seriously wanted her. That
made her extremely popular, at least with the boys.
While not quite the class whore she felt that she was
well on her way to becoming a sex addict. Mom slipped
up and became impregnated with me at a drunken orgy
after her Sweet Sixteen party. She was the same age
that I am now. That makes Mom exactly twice my age.
Mom wasn't sure who the father was but she married
and almost immediately divorced one of the boys who
had fucked her. It had the joint effect of making her
respectable and making me legal. Then she had an
epiphany. Her pregnancy made her realize that
unbridled sex had the potential to ruin her life. She
had so many plans and knew that her free spirited
sexual behavior could fuck them all away.
So after I was born she adopted a celibate life
style. Like a medieval cloistered nun she eschewed
dating and devoted her repressed energies to her
studies. Of course she masturbated frequently to
relieve her sexual urges but then, I imagine, so did
medieval nuns.
I was a bit tired from my morning's exertions so I
took a break to eat lunch. I continued to read Mom's
notebook as I chomped away at a sandwich.
Mom wrote that she still had extremely strong sexual
desires but she also realized that she had weak
impulse control. Rather than seek male companionship
she took care of her desires by masturbating several
times a day. This satisfied her needs, at least
temporarily. She noted that she had to masturbate to
be able to concentrate on her studies and lead what
she assumed was a normal life.
She continued this practice through high school and
college. It enabled her to focus on her studies while
avoiding being distracted by a sensation over which
she had little control. She would come home from a
day at the college exhausted. The notes said that she
felt as if she had two jobs: one a real job, the
other was suppressing the demands of her body in
order to get on with her work.
Mom described in full clinical detail the symptoms of
her arousal and the techniques she used to give
herself a climax. Apparently she never used a
vibrator or a dildo when she did herself. At least
she didn't mention it in her very complete notebook
and I never found any sex toys in her drawer. I guess
it may have been a form of denial, assuring herself
that what she was doing to her body was just natural.
But the climaxes she gave herself were very real.
Perhaps nature's way is best.
The notebook was one part diary, another part sex
manual. She expressed anger at her woman's body for
forcing her to endure these uncontrollable sexual
urges. She found it particularly ironic that she was
multi-orgasmic. She apparently could have repeated
climaxes with no apparent limit.
Mom wrote that by concentrating on some other task
she could resist the need to give herself sexual
relief up to a point. But sometimes she had to give
in. If she was alone she usually started by
manipulating her pussy lips and clitoris and plunging
her fingers directly into her vagina until she
quivered through a physical climax. If with other
people she excused herself to go to the ladies room,
locked herself in a stall, and masturbated. She
flushed the toilet when she climaxed to mask her
moans of pleasure.
Unlike other women with a similar condition she
actually felt considerable pleasure from her orgasms.
They were real climaxes. The full body shaking, leg
thrashing, cumming kind. The timing was often
inconvenient but they did serve as a safety valve. If
she was driving, she would pull over to the side of
the road, park the car, and satisfy her need. If in
class or 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.
Mom was thankful that she could make herself cum
quickly. She wrote that while she achieved physical
gratification from these climaxes they just served to
temporarily relieve her immediate desires. She knew
that she would have to do it again. That gave me the
clue as to why she shaved the hair off her pussy.
Otherwise her vaginal juices would stick on her pubic
hair and it would turn into a matted mess.
In an almost clinical fashion Mom wrote that while
stimulating herself 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. The legs
would extend as she approached the climax and the
muscles in her thighs would get completely rigid,
almost like they were made of marble. This was an
infallible sign of her body's arousal. When her legs
tensed, Mom knew that she would cum in just a few
more seconds.
Reading Mom's notebook made me aroused again. Her
body really does have a hair trigger. Perhaps I could
test some of the things that Mom described. Her legs,
that's it. I could watch what my legs did when I gave
myself a climax. When I stroked my cock as a boy I
never thought about my legs. It was all cock. My legs
were just my legs. This time I would watch Mom's
legs, my legs, as I was cumming. I propped myself up
in her bed with a pillow behind my back.
Mom's sexy body was calling me to come out and play.
I would try to hold out as long as I could. I
continued to read through Mom's notebook, searching
for more information on her condition. Finally I had
to give in and submit to the hedonistic desires of my
body.
I was doing myself for the fourth time today. This
one would be a big one. My hand dropped to my vulva,
spread my pussy lips and found the wet needy hole of
my vagina. My fingers plunged in and out. The fingers
of my other hand rolled and twisted my engorged clit.
I was going to make myself cum again. In the brightly
lit room I could see belly and leg muscles start to
quiver. It was like I was standing apart, looking at
myself. I watched my body start to thrash and
vibrate. My hands were moving of their own accord.
I tried hard to keep myself from having a climax. My
eyes were glued to my legs. They were stretched out
in front of me. Both legs began a little dance on the
bed, shaking, bending a little. My hips moved
slightly from side to side. Then they started raising
to meet my hand thrusts. It was just as if I was
being fucked by an imaginary lover. I could no longer
control my body from the waist down.
Exactly as Mom described, the muscles in my thighs
began to contract. I could feel it and I could see
it. I was rising closer and closer to a climax and my
thighs tensed up completely. I forced myself to take
a hand away from my pussy and feel my legs. Removing
my fingers from my vagina was one of the most
difficult things I ever did. I was SO close to
cumming. I wanted that climax NOW!
My legs had become extended and stiff. My toes
pointed just like those of a ballet dancer. My
thighs, my magnificent thighs had become rock hard.
They were sculpted out of marble. I tried to press
into the flesh with my finger but I couldn't dent the
surface.
My pussy insisted that I put my hand back and
continue finger fucking myself. I couldn't resist
anymore. I drove my fingers back into my vagina and
filled my needy cunt. In and out, in and out. I was
almost there. Still staring at my sculpted legs I
started counting off seconds. Suddenly it was my Mom
talking, not me.
"One thousand and one, one thousand and two . I feel
that I'm going to cum. One thousand and five . I'm
going to cum now. One thousand and eight - - . One
thousand and . My orgasm, my climax is NOW!!"
My hips heaved so much that I almost fell off the
bed.
So Mom's notebook seemed to be right on. It was just
like a countdown at Cape Canaveral. When my legs
became rigid I had perhaps eight, at the most ten,
seconds before I blasted into orbit.
Unlike Mom I had far fewer restraints in pleasuring
myself that she did. Mom gave herself climaxes
because her sexual urges were distracting. They
interfered with things she wanted to do with her
life. Masturbation for her was therapy. It satisfied
her desires and gave her a period of respite to
study, lecture to classes, and even raise me.
In short, live a reasonably normal life. But as a
teen, during summer vacation, I had no such
overriding purpose. I fucked Mom's sensual body as
often as I could not only because I liked it but
because it was the best thing I could do with my
time.
I truly loved playing with Mom's body. It was
everything a teen age boy could dream of in his
wildest sexual fantasies. In the evening I used my
body for amusement instead of watching television. I
loved the touch and feel of myself. Running my hands
over my temporary body was an absolute joy. My
nipples would stand up like little soldiers as I ran
my fingers around them.
I caressed my beautiful legs from ankle to crotch
spending an inordinate amount of time fondling and
kissing them and massaging the sensitive flesh on the
inside of my thighs. I guess I was trying to recreate
the feelings that I had when Mom crossed her legs in
front of me. The strange thing is that while the leg
show really turned my male personality on, I
masturbated my woman's body instead. No matter, the
climax was great.
It's too bad that I didn't have a cock. Fucking a
woman would be much more fun than watching a mindless
sitcom on TV. While I couldn't fuck myself I could
certainly feel myself up. And, naturally it was much
more enjoyable because I could feel every touch of my
exploration.
My breasts were truly my favorite toys. I even
fantasized about nursing from my own boobies,
drinking my own sweet essence. At the time I didn't
appreciate the fact that having a baby was required
to get milky tits.
I wondered if Mom ever played with her own breasts or
tasted her own milk after she had me. Probably not.
But if it was me, I would have played with my tits
for hours and after they filled with milk I would
have drained myself dry. Nursing milk from my own
breasts would have been a real trip.
If Mom can't change us back I guess I'll eventually
have sex with men, most likely Mom in my former body.
Actually I would be happy if that happened. I always
wanted to fuck Mom as a teen ager. We will still be
fucking each other but this would be just the reverse
of what I intended. If I'm unlucky enough to get
pregnant, I'll be first in line for my milk filled
boobies. The baby will just have to wait it's turn.
When I used Mom's body for pleasure I always imagined
that I was still male doing what I always wanted to
do to my sexy mother.
"Play with Mom's big titties," I would say to myself.
"You can do anything you want to with them. They feel
so soft and sexy. Squeeze them. Make her nipples get
really big and hard. Pull them. Suck them. Doesn't it
feel nice? Mom likes you to treat her boobies
roughly. I know that you want to do other naughty
things to Mommy. Go ahead. Do them. She said you can
use her body. You can make her cum as much as you
want."
"Feel Mom's pussy lips. Rub your fingers around. They
are swelling so nicely. Her pussy lips are so soft.
Now put your fingers into Mom's vagina. Move them in
and out. Touch Mom's clitty. Rub it, stroke it,
squeeze it. You are getting her really excited. If
you do it too long you are going to give her a climax
and then we will have to start all over. But doesn't
playing with her clit feel good? You can feel that
Mom's body really likes it. Now finger fuck your
Mom's cunt. Harder. Listen to the squishy sounds.
Taste your fingers. Don't you wish you could suck
Mom's cunt? Look at how her legs are shaking.
Wouldn't it be nice to wrap Mom's legs around your
head as you ate her cunt? But now you better stop
playing with Mom's body or you will make her cum."
Then I would try to back off, wait a few minutes, and
do it all again.
Sometimes I could keep myself almost on the edge of
having a climax for most of the evening. I saw that
as way of prolonging the delicious feeling of sexual
arousal. But once in a while I got carried away and
the desire to have an orgasm was too much to resist.
I clutched my labia, drove my fingers into my vagina
and rolled my clitoris with enough force to make me
scream in ecstasy. When my thighs got rigid it was
too late to stop. I plunged headlong into the abyss
of orgasm. As I fell, my legs spasmed, my body shook,
and wonderful sensations radiated from my cunt to my
entire body. I didn't wait for my Mom to scream. I
shouted to myself because I knew no one would hear
me.
"I'm making myself cum. I'm in Mom's body and I'm
doing it to myself! I have my fingers in Mom's
vagina! I'M FINGER FUCKING MY CUNT! I'M GOING TO HAVE
A BIG ORGASM! OH, OH, I'M STARTING TO CUM!
CUUUMMMMING! YES, YES. OH, FUCK, I AM CUUUMMMMING
NOW!"
After I came down from the orgasmic high I would say,
"You naughty boy. Look what you made your Mommy do to
herself. Now you better let her rest a while before
you play with her sexy body again."
When I did that a couple of times an evening, who
cared what was on TV.
I was both curious and fascinated by what my hands
and mouth did to my body as I made myself cum. But I
got too distracted to concentrate as a climax
approached. All I could think about was orgasming as
soon as I could. I certainly couldn't hit a rewind
button on myself like on a VCR and watch the
interesting parts over and over. But the idea of a
VCR triggered my imagination.
Rummaging through Mom's desk I found Mom's video
camera. It was a high definition model that she had
used for her research. It captured images in the
sharpest detail, good enough for broadcast
television. I charged the battery and then set it on
a tripod so that it had a good view of the bed. It
was broad daylight and the room was brightly
illuminated. I hooked the camera up to a TV monitor
so I could see what I was recording. I figured that I
would video myself when I masturbated and then look
at the video afterward. I set up the camera and got
everything ready. I might as well "do" myself now.
After spending so long getting the camera running, I
was curious to see how it worked. It almost felt like
I was doing a scientific experiment.
I prepared myself. I took off my clothes then
straightened the bed. I positioned pillows at the
head of the bed so that I could sit up and face the
camera. I even brushed my hair. After all, it was my
video debut and I wanted to look good. My final act
was to switch on the camera. I must confess that I
mugged a bit like most people do when they are being
photographed.
I don't really know why I was obsessed with Mom's
legs. I just wanted them around me and I wanted to
explore what was between them. Maybe it was because
all my Superhero comic books showed girls with
impossibly long shapely legs. The girls all had
bulging breasts too but they were always covered by
some discrete shreds of fabric. Naked tits must have
seemed too obscene for young readers but there was
always plenty of leg.
Now that the legs were mine, I had the chance to do
what I always wanted to do with them. Fortunately Mom
was very flexible. I massaged my legs moving from the
ankle, over the calves and up my thighs. Then I
raised them to my head to kiss, stroke and lightly
bite my sensuous calves. When I masturbated after
playing with Mom's legs I always came quickly, half
expecting Mom to enter and demand her body back. I
didn't realize I was there for the duration.
For the video I leaned over and stroked my legs from
ankle up to my crotch paying special attention to my
sexy calves and muscular thighs. I raised my legs and
posed them like the pictures in a girlie magazine. I
stretched them to full length then bent them to show
their beautiful contour. I kneaded Mom's legs,
kissing and caressing whatever flesh I could reach. I
rolled back and forth on the bed revealing every
aspect of my sexy underpinnings. Mom's showgirl legs
made my cock stiff every time I looked at them as a
teen age boy so I wanted to show them now in all
their glory.
Facing the camera, I opened my legs a bit to show my
pussy. I spread my labia apart with my fingers to
reveal the pink tunnel of my vagina. After all, since
I was making this video for educational purposes I
might as well show everything.
My breasts demanded more attention than usual. I sat
up, held a breast in my hands and presented it to the
camera. Then I raised each breast to my mouth and
tongued the ends. At first I was aware of the camera
but as I caressed and played with my body I forgot
all about it. I pulled my nipples and rolled them
until they got as stiff as little rocks. I chewed and
sucked my titties. I squeezed a soft full breast with
my fingers and pushed it into my mouth almost as if I
was trying to swallow it whole.
I held the breast in my mouth with one hand and
lowered the other hand to the valley between my legs.
My consciousness was now totally centered on my cunt.
I had no idea how long I fingered my labia and
clitoris and sucked my nipple. It could have been
seconds or it could have been minutes. All I knew is
that I couldn't stop doing it to myself. My fingers
found my vagina.
Just before I came I realized that I was actually
videotaping myself having a massive climax. Maybe the
best so far. Just before I came the world seemed to
vanish. I saw nothing and all I could hear was my
muted scream when I orgasmed.
I had a natural curiosity to see what I had done to
Mom's body. After I recovered from my orgasm I
removed the tape from the camera and put it in the
VCR. I was transfixed. It was like watching a porn
movie with me as the star. My leg show introduction
turned me on right at the start. I had read that the
first five minutes of any TV show is to capture the
attention of the audience. Well my leg show certainly
captured mine. Had I been in my former body my penis
would have been hard enough to cut glass.
The next minutes of the tape provided a video tour of
Mom's body before concentrating on its naughty parts.
The final part was where I masturbated in earnest.
The video camera captured everything I did in the
sharpest detail. The fingers of one hand moved in and
out of my vagina while the fingers of the other hand
squeezed and rolled my nipple, both to the
accompaniment of my moans of pleasure. My nipple grew
and my breast turned pink as I caressed it.
My pussy lips swelled and my clitoris become
engorged. The fingers of my hand penetrated further
and further into my vagina until I was afraid that
they would come out of my mouth. Even the squishy
sounds of my fingers moving were picked up by the
videocamera's microphone.
On the TV screen I watched my body quiver in response
to the electric sensation as my thumbnails scratched
over my clitoris. I heard myself gasping as I neared
the peak. My body started to vibrate as the climax
approached. My hips rose and fell as they tried to
coordinate their motions with the flailing hands in
my cunt. Finally I saw my legs get rigid and my whole
body jerked as I came. It was a thoroughly delightful
climax.
Since I had the camera set up, I videoed myself
having orgasms several more times over the next few
days. Once I aimed the camera at my face the whole
time. I videoed myself from all angles, setting the
camera by the bedside and aiming it to get a good
view of my body, my breasts, my cunt, my legs, and
even my face. I tried to get a particularly sexy
pictures. I could take all the time I wanted
displaying my sexual attributes.
One video I devoted entirely to my breasts. I
fingered and rolled my nipples to make them stand
erect. I squeezed each tittie so that the areola and
nipple expanded to almost double their natural size.
My nipples became as hard as rocks.
They were very red and big like huge cherries on my
white vanilla ice cream breasts. Finally I gave into
temptation and sucked my tasty nipples while finger
fucking myself to completion. I was delicious. All in
all I gave myself at least half a dozen climaxes
while making the videos. Mom was correct when she
wrote that her body was multi-orgasmic.
I enjoyed making the tapes. I became intrigued with
the idea of filming myself. I guess I had two
motives. The first, at least the one I told myself,
was to try understand what I was doing to my body by
using the videos as an outside point of reference.
The second, which I hardly admitted to myself, was to
keep the best ones hidden in my closet and masturbate
to them after Mom switched us back. They would be
better than a collection of centerfolds.
I thought that my porn videos would have been a
serious contender for an Emmy. There was no acting.
It was all real. But while the buildup was sexy, the
actual scenes of Mom's body writhing in orgasm were
surprisingly un-erotic. I finally realized that an
orgasm was something that happens inside a person.
There are relatively few external signs of passion.
Oh sure, your body flushes. If you are a man your
penis gets stiff. If a woman the nipples and clit
engorge. Little more than that is visible. The tapes
showed nothing of the feelings inside me when I had a
climax. An uninvolved observer would just see a video
of a woman rubbing parts of her body. Not terribly
sexy.
But when I looked at the tape it was sexually
stimulating. It triggered the memory of all the
sensations that I experienced when I made it. I guess
that's why porn stars have to be actresses and
actors, exaggerating their responses in front of the
camera and dubbing in moans, groans and shrieks of
ecstasy to give viewers some sense of their sexual
feelings.
I edited down my six hours of video into one
particularly erotic tape emphasizing all the raunchy
and dirty things I did to Mom's body. It started with
best of the leg show, then it showed me caressing my
breasts to make my nipples stand up. The camera
panned up my sexy legs, past my sensuous calves and
muscular thighs, to my wet pussy. I put in a clip of
my fingers fucking my cunt and stroking my clitoris.
I showed myself raising my breasts to my mouth and
sucking the nipples.
Finally I put in a few of the choice scenes of my
entire body wracked in the throes of a climax, back
arching, legs pressed against the mattress. I left in
all the squishing and sucking sounds of me
manipulating my body parts and my cries of passion
when I came. It was six hours of masturbation reduced
to one hour. It was pretty hot if I do say so myself.
A worthy tape to hide in my closet.
I watched it several times but all I gained was a
real appreciation of my mother's beauty and
sexuality. It seems strange to say but I really
lusted after Mom, after myself I guess. The good news
is that I could have myself any time I wanted.
Probably more often than I wanted. The bad news is
that I would really miss enjoying Mom's body after
she figured out a way of switching us back.
Towards the end of the summer I received an e-mail
that told me that Mom had indeed figured out a way to
reverse the switch and would be returning within two
weeks. The very thought that Mom would come back with
a procedure for putting us back in our old bodies was
both pleasing and disquieting. I would dearly love to
be myself again but regretted the idea of losing all
those lovely climaxes I had experienced as Mom even
though they were female climaxes, Sex is sex to a
teenager. Besides I had no basis for comparison.
I spent a lot of time planning what I would do both
before and after she came back. I had two weeks to
use Mom's body as much as I could until she returned.
I would masturbate at every opportunity, to store up
as much sexual experience as possible. I could always
blame my enthusiasm on teen hormones in case Mom got
suspicious. Not that I had too much to worry about on
that account. Orgasms leave no mark.
I took full advantage of my privacy. Every time I
felt the slightest bit horny I masturbated knowing I
wouldn't get a chance to indulge myself after Mom
returned. I was really stretching Mom's permission to
satisfy her body when it got aroused. I simply used
her body over and over again, sometimes just for my
personal amusement. Mom's body is phenomenal. It
seems to have no limits on the number of climaxes she
can give herself. I am really going to miss it after
she switches us back.
Yesterday, when I was getting a bite to eat in the
kitchen, I had a desire for a climax. It came on
without advance warning. My cunt wanted attention and
I was only too happy to attend to it. Usually when I
"did" myself I adjourned to Mom's bedroom or bathroom
where I had access to a soft bed or couch and a
washcloth to wipe up my pussy juices. But now I
wanted to cum so badly that I grabbed the first
phallic looking object I saw from the refrigerator, a
long green cucumber.
I quickly shed my jeans, pulled aside my panties,
spread my pussy lips and plunged the cucumber
directly into my vagina. I could feel it slipping all
the way in, the end hitting my cervix. I had never
been penetrated so far. There was no buildup. I just
did it. Then I collapsed on a kitchen chair, my legs
spread, amazed at what I had done. I stared in
disbelief at the end of the cucumber protruding from
my cunt. It was almost a foot long and an inch and a
half in diameter and my cunt had swallowed most of
it.
Still, it felt particularly good. The cucumber was
cold and quite soothing. I reached down and grabbed
the protruding end to pull it out. As I pulled, the
little bumps on the cucumber stimulated my pussy lips
and clitoris. The feeling was wonderful. It felt
quite different from my fingers. I had to try it
again.
So I pushed the cucumber back inside me and pulled it
out. Again the wonderful feeling. I did it over and
over. It filled me fully. I worked the cucumber in
and out, staring at it all the while as it moved
between my vaginal lips. I was astounded at what I
was doing to myself. I was actually fucking myself
with a cucumber.
So this is what getting fucked with a cock feels
like, I thought. I love it. Too bad I can't find
someone to fuck me for real before Mom switches us
back. My legs stretched in front of me and started
shaking. My thighs were getting rigid. My God, I was
going to cum. I could hardly believe that I was doing
this. A vegetable was giving me a climax. Mom's
unconscious mind must have had a wildly erotic
imagination. I never realized that there were so many
ways to excite a breast or use a cunt. Women are so
much more imaginative than men.
Of course I had an orgasm. A big one. The cucumber
was still inside me when I climaxed. My full cunt
made the orgasm something special. I didn't even have
to touch my tits. After my climax I pulled the
cucumber out. It was covered with my pussy juices. I
intended to wash it off but I was still hungry so I
took a little bite off the end. My pussy juices are
really tasty and believe it or not, they make a great
salad dressing. So I sliced the cucumber up and ate
it. It was like eating a lover. I must be a really
sick puppy.
So in the remaining couple of days before Mom's
return I sat on the edge of the bed, extended my legs
before me and ran my hands from my ankles to my
mound. My fingers caressed the flesh of my body. For
some reason it felt much more sexual when I knew that
I was about to give myself a climax then when I
touched myself while dressing or undressing.
I cupped my breasts, excited the nipples until they
bulged, then raised one to my mouth and sucked and
chewed on my turgid pap. My free hand dropped to my
pussy and I rolled and stroked my sensitive clitoris
before finger fucking myself. Seeing myself in the
mirror, legs extended, sucking my tit, one hand deep
in my vagina was both exciting and perverse.
As I approached a sexual peak I could feel my legs
become stiff and extended as Mom described in her
journal. My hips rose and fell to meet my fingers. I
watched the woman in the mirror climax as Mom's voice
cried.
"YES, YES! I'M FUCKING MYSELF I'M MAKING MYSELF CUM!
MY FINGERS ARE FUCKING MY CUNT I'M GIVING MYSELF A
REALLY BIG ONE! IT FEELS SO GOOD! I'M CUMMING! OH
GOD! FUCK, FUCK! YES!"
I was always surprised that the screams were in my
Mom's voice. I had nothing to do with it. She was
narrating her own sexual passion.
Finally I got the long awaited message from Mom
saying that she would arrive within a couple of days.
She had engineered modifications to the brain
measurement apparatus that should let her reverse the
personality transfer. When the time came to meet her
at the airport.
I dressed nicely in one of the few feminine items I
found in Mom's closet, a short and tight red sheath
dress made of some clingy fabric. The dress wasn't
new. It was probably a leftover from her college
years. But even at 32 Mom's body, the body I was in,
still had the figure for it. It accentuated my boobs
and you could see my protruding nipples.
I don't know what I was thinking. I just wanted to
look nice for my Mom. In fact I looked so sexy that I
was tempted to stop and give myself a quickie before
leaving for the airport. My glasses were the only
thing that stopped me from looking like a whore. It
was a college town so I could have been that wanton
librarian that I saw in Mom's mirror.
After clearing customs, Mom was finally home. She was
a little surprised at how well I drove the car but I
reminded her that I was in her body and all the
reflexes and muscle learning were hers.
Mom was impressed by how neat the house was. We sat
at the dining room table and ate a gourmet dinner
delivered from a local fine restaurant. We even had
some candles lit.
Mom wanted to know how I got along impersonating her.
I in turn was eager to hear about all of her
adventures in Europe. Even though Mom's teen age
boy's body was still below legal drinking age we
shared a bottle of wine. Mom wanted to see the notes
that I kept about my experiences. It was one of the
few things that I was really compulsive about.
Every night I scribbled my day's activities and, I
was embarrassed to say, my use, and perhaps abuse, of
her body. I never expected that we would be
discussing it over dinner. Mom read the lab notes,
blushing from time to time.
She asked me if I had anything else to tell her.
After a lot of hesitation and another big glass of
wine, I told her the full story. By this time I was
definitely looped. Perhaps it was the wine but our
conversation was unusually frank. Nothing was off
limits. I told her about how the personality transfer
affected my behavior. I even described the intimate
details of how I gave climaxes to her body.
I told her how I sucked her tits, how I fondled her
clitoris, how I finger fucked her, how I writhed in
passion when I made her body cum. I didn't leave
anything out. Mom listened to my verbal confession.
She didn't appear to be too shocked by what she
heard. I guess professors learn to treat verbal or
printed material with a degree of dispassion.
Then I showed Mom the erotic video that I made of me
giving her body orgasms. She sat with her eyes glued
to our new 50" TV screen. I guess she wasn't used to
seeing her breasts and genitals displayed three feet
wide in high definition. She started breathing
heavily and licked her lips as my video image mouthed
her nipples and my fingers probed her vagina. I'm
sure it was the first time that she had actually seen
herself writhing in ecstasy. I don't think she ever
had a mirror on the ceiling when she gave herself an
orgasm.
Mom was still in my male body and it was obvious that
she was trying to hide a major erection. The video
had turned her on. Even though I had viewed it many
times before it excited me as well. I was always
surprised at how sexy the woman on the TV screen
looked when she came.
"Well," she finally said when the video ended, "I
guess we don't have any secrets from each other now.
I expected you to explore my body. It's what I would
have done if I were you. But I'm really surprised at
how imaginatively you used me and how many times you
made me cum."
"It wasn't fair of me to leave you in the lurch. I
felt almost as if I had abandoned my son. But since
you enjoyed having sex in my body so much it couldn't
have been too hard on you. And I've got to confess
that I used your body too."
"I liked being a man for a while, even if it was only
a teen ager. I discovered the joy of having a penis
and I jacked off nightly for the first week. I played
with my cock constantly. I even swallowed my own cum.
I couldn't believe how intense and immediate my
climaxes were. After I got accustomed to having a
penis I linked up with one of the girls on the bike
tour. We slept together every night for the rest of
the trip. Sex with her was the greatest. She was
really hot."
Considering the way I lusted after Mom before the
switch, I thought that if my teen male body had
influenced her sexual behavior the way Mom's body had
influenced mine, the bike tour girl was probably
pretty with big tits and nice legs.
Mom went on, "I still feel guilty about leaving you
so abruptly. Is there anything that I can do for you
before we switch back?"
"Mom, you gave me a wonderful vacation and I enjoyed
being you. And I'm glad that you found a girlfriend
on the trip."
Mom blushed even deeper.
"But there is something you can do for me. I'm almost
ashamed to ask - "
"Out with it," said Mom. "I owe you."
"Mom, before you change us back, will you make love
to me?"
"WHAT! Why that would be incest."
"I want you to fuck me. I need to have a cock in me.
I've given myself so many orgasms. I don't think that
there is an orifice that I didn't violate. You read
my notes and saw the video. Sex in your body was
wonderful even though I had to do it to myself. But
there is one experience I didn't have. I've never had
a cock in me. I was tempted to let some of my high
school buddies screw me. A lot of them wanted to.
They think that you are a mega-MILF. But I didn't.
Some things are just not done. But I want you to make
love to me as a man makes love to a woman before you
change us back. It will truly make my experience
complete. Will you do it?"
Mom sat silently for a while. I guess she was
thinking it over. Finally she said "I guess I will do
it. Just this once. It's not technically incest
either. Even if I fuck you now, after we change back
it will have been just like me doing my own body, Who
is to know? I'm certainly not going to tell anyone."
"It will be like a final goodbye to my time as a man
and yours as a woman. God knows, I had a lot of sex
when I was your age but I'm really glad you never
gave into the temptation to let your buddies or
anyone else fuck my body. I could have gotten
pregnant."
"Now let's have another glass of wine and then I'll
take you to bed and make love to you. I'm looking
forward to it. I like having sex as a man. I've
always wanted to know what men experienced when they
made love to me. I must be a good fuck. I was told
that I was a great piece of ass. I'll love you as
I've always wanted to be loved - and then tomorrow we
will switch back and things will be just as they were
before. Well, almost as they were before."
We had that final glass of wine. I must have been a
little woozy. Mom reached out and took me in her
arms. I never realized how big my teen aged body had
gotten but she could easily lift me. She carried me
up the stairs to the bedroom and gently removed my
clothes. It was easy. The red dress had a zipper all
the way down the back. Mom zipped it down and peeled
it off. Her hand slipped under my panties and cupped
my crotch. I shuddered in anticipation as she removed
the rest of my clothes.
"Is there anything you want me particularly to do?"
Mom asked.
"Just a couple of things," I responded. I'm sure I
slurred my answer. Mom claimed that she could get
drunk just smelling a wine cork. Now I knew what she
meant.
"Play with my legs, Mom. I was really turned on by
your legs. I never told you but I got erections
whenever I looked at them. Especially when you sat in
front of me with your legs crossed. I want you to
squeeze my \sensitive calves. I think they are really
sexy. Kiss them. Even bite them a little. Then after
you play with my legs I would like you to eat me out.
Really suck my cunt, especially my clitoris. Nibble
it a little. I always wanted to do it to myself in
your body but I just couldn't bend that far. After
that, fuck my brains out."
"That's good, dear. It's just the way I would like to
be done."
Mom started by massaging me until I was totally
relaxed. She moved her hands all over starting from
my ankles and working her way to my calves, thighs,
and vulva. She mouthed my breasts licking and sucking
my nipples until they almost exploded with desire.
She worked her head down my body, kissing all the way
to my mound. Hands spread my welcoming thighs and she
lowered her head between my legs. Her tongue
penetrated my vulva. Lips nibbled my clitoris. My
cunt was getting the sucking that it always wanted
but I could never give it. Mom knew exactly how to
excite her own body.
I wrapped my thighs around Mom's head to hold her
close. Her hands stroked my legs then moved up to
press them tighter around her head. I lowered my
hands to my pussy and held my vaginal lips apart so
that she could reach the juicy parts inside. I pushed
my clitoris up to meet her tongue. I wanted it to
stand proud for her lips to wrap around. It was a
truly cooperative cunt sucking. She caressed,
fondled, and gently chewed my cunt, pussy lips and
clitoris until I was rolling on the bed in sexual
agony.
Mom reversed her position on my body so her cock was
in easy reach of my mouth. I don't know if she did it
intentionally but I couldn't waste the opportunity to
give my own cock a blow job while Mom was eating my
cunt. It was like I was two people. One part of me
was writhing in total passion while Mom's mouth
encompassed my entire pussy, sucking and chewing me.
Bolts of lightning coursed through my body. My legs
shook, beating a tattoo on the bed. While at the same
time I contemplated the rigid cock hovering near my
head.
From my perspective it was huge, much bigger that I
expected I grasped it with both hands and guided it
to my mouth. My lips wrapped around the head. It was
soft and spongy with a hard core. I gently chewed it
then ran my teeth over the sensitive lower surface. A
few drops of pre-cum seeped out. I was delicious.
I pushed more and more of the stiff penis into my
mouth, gently running my teeth along the surface. I
wasn't an experience cock sucker so I couldn't "deep
throat" myself but I was sucking at least half of it.
In and out. I was shaking from Mom's efforts on my
cunt while she was quivering from my blow job.
It was almost the best of both worlds but it couldn't
last. My cock was surprisingly tasty. I licked up all
the pre-cum and sucked the end to try to get more. As
I sucked and lightly let my teeth scrape over the end
I put my hand around the shaft and started an up and
down motion. I was masturbating my penis as well as
sucking. Just the way I always imagined I would like
it myself.
I glanced up at Mom's face. It had the same
expression on it as when I relieved her teen age
erection before her trip. A mixture of amazed
disbelief and intense pleasure.
At the same time my woman's body was twitching in
passion. I could feel my legs getting stiff. My sure
sign of imminent climax. I was afraid that I was
getting caught in my own trap. I meant to make Mom
fuck me and here I was, giving her a blow job. If I
kept it up, we would both cum and I wouldn't get
fucked. So I stopped in the middle of a suck.
"For God's sake, Mom, fuck me! Fuck me now Mommy. Do
it NOW!"
I desperately wanted, no needed, Mom to shove that
cock into me. It was really my cock so I would be
fucking myself. Mom changed position and gently
inserted her penis into my vagina. The stiff cock
pushed past my wet pussy lips and insinuated itself
into my hungry hole. I had the wonderful feeling of
my body being filled. My cunt grasped at the cock
like hugging a long lost friend. In and out, in and
out for what seemed an hour of wonderful fucking. I
felt us rising to the peak, dropping back, then
rising again together. I felt that indescribable
agony in my crotch that told me I was going to have a
climax. It's too bad that I couldn't feel it in my
cock as well as my cunt. That would have been
heavenly.
I cried, "Yes, yes. Oh God Mom! Fuck me! I'm going to
cum. I'm getting there. I can feel my climax
starting. My tits, my cunt, my legs are all on fire.
You are making me cum. I'm going to cum NOW!"
Then I threw caution to the winds with a wild shout
"YES! YES! I/M GOING TO CUM. YES! MOMMY, I'M CUMMING!
I'M CUMMING MOMMY! OH, MY GOD! YES! YES! I'M CUMMING
NOW! I'M CUUUMMMING!"
Mom made throaty sounds which coalesced into muted
screams. Not loud enough to shake the walls but
plenty loud enough for both of us to hear. Mom was a
dignified college professor.
She was insatiable. She clutched me tighter and I
could feel her arms pulling me again. She kept moving
her hips, thrusting her penis into me. I was getting
fucked at last and it felt so damned good.
"Oh, oh. I'm fucking my baby! FUCK!! I'm going to
make my baby cum again. I'm fucking myself. I'm
fucking my own body. My own cunt. FUCKING! FUCK!
FUCK! It's happening! Oh my God, I'm cumming again
too! Yes, YES! YES!! I'M CUMMING NOW!!"
I was going to have another orgasm. Two in one fuck.
My body stiffened. Every muscle tensed. I could feel
the earthquake starting in my body. I let out an
animal scream as my abdominal muscles contracted.
Masturbation was never like this.
"YES, YES, OH YES, KEEP FUCKING ME MOMMY! OH MY GOD,
MOMMY! YOU ARE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN. I'M CUMMING IN
YOUR BODY! FUCK ME, FUCK! CUUUMMMINNG! YES!!!"
With a final thrust Mom ejaculated what must have
been a pint of sperm into me. I felt proud that my
male body had performed so well. I had experienced
what it was to be a complete woman at last!
Exhausted, emotionally and physically, Mom and I fell
into a sound sleep.
I awoke the next morning to find my breasts being
carefully examined. Mom held one and was looking it
over. I ached all over. My breasts were bruised from
all the biting and pulling. I had such violent
climaxes that my legs hurt. Even my cunt was a little
sore. It was truly a monumental fuck.
"Wow," she said. "We really used your boobs hard last
night. You have finger marks all over your breasts.
I'm glad you're wearing them today and not me. This
should help a bit."
Mom took the whole end of a breast in her mouth,
nipple, areola, and a lot of the surrounding tissue.
She laved my tittie with her tongue. She was right.
It did feel better. Then she started on the other.
That would have been OK but the fingers of her free
hand were fondling my genitals. The combination of
tit sucking and cunt massage was making me excited.
"Mom," I blurted out. "Don't you think you should
stop? You know how short your body's fuze is. You
promised to change us back this morning."
Mom's reply surprised me. She simply stopped sucking
my tit, covered my mouth with hers, and kissed me. It
was the most erotic kiss I've ever had. Her tongue
delved deep into my mouth. Mom was in my body but I
had never learned to kiss like that.
When we came up for air Mom said "I never realized
how good a fuck my woman's body was until last night.
I have such a tight cunt. It is a magnificent cunt. I
really am a great piece of ass. I'd like to fuck
myself again. I really got off on making love to my
own body. I never came like that before. I'm the
greatest. But you are right. We should probably stop
and switch back. I'll do whatever you want."
"OK Mom. I didn't feel like doing it before but I
want you to fuck me again after all. I enjoyed it a
lot too. I love having orgasms in your body. It is so
sexy. You sure know how to fuck your own cunt. But be
gentle on my tits. They hurt."
"Don't worry," Mom said. "After a little morning
exercise we will have time for everything. It's going
to be my last time as a man and I'm going to make the
most of it."
Mom's fingers in my cunt were replaced with a hard
cock. She rubbed the cock against my labia. The pre-
cum from the penis, mixed with the juices from my
vagina lubricated my vulva. Mom massaged the outer
portion of my cunt, particularly my very erect
clitoris with the swollen cock head and then slowly
put it in my vagina. I hadn't been in the mood for
sex when I woke up but I was sure ready for it now.
Last night had been an almost violent encounter. This
morning was a slow contemplative fuck. Both up us had
plenty of time to enjoy all the pleasures of
intercourse.
The penis slipped inside me and I could feel it
expanding and filling my passage. Mom slowly moved it
in and out. A true pleasure. In the meantime her
hands and mouth were working my tits. My acorn sized
nipples hardened. The pain from last night's violent
treatment vanished. I looked at my breasts.
In the morning light I could see the finger bruises
on my titties but the pain had vanished. My breasts
were turning bright pink under Mom's ministrations,
nipples growing as hard as rocks. My legs wrapped
around Mom's body, thighs around her waist, calves
clamped around her ass, pulling her into me. The
erotic feelings in my body increased. I was savoring
the sexual experience.
After an interminable period of slow, relaxed love
making we both really got into it. I put my arms
around Mom's body and pulled her closer to me. She
had most of my breast in my mouth now. I could feel
her teeth lightly scraping against the surface as she
allowed the breast to slip slowly out of her mouth.
Then she sucked it back in, teeth closing slightly as
she started nibbling on the nipple. Each nibble sent
jolts of passion through my system. Mom had to open
her mouth a bit to swallow and catch a breath. The
wet breast slipped from her mouth until the engorged
nipple caught on her teeth and kept the breast from
sliding entirely out. The way I was feeling now, Mom
could bite down hard. I would love it but she might
regret her macerated tit when she changed us back.
The upper surface of Mom's penis rubbed my protruding
clitoris. I gasped with pleasure as Mom moved,
clasping her even tighter with my lovely legs. My
calves squeezed her butt.
I was still able to speak almost rationally. "Fuck me
Mom! Do anything you want to me. Everything you
always dreamed of. Make my last climax in your body
something to remember. You can bite my tits harder,
Mom. They don't hurt any more. Bite me harder Use me
up Mom. Fuck me!!!"
As we fucked our passion would rise and fall,
approaching close to a climax, then receding, only to
rise again. Mom was controlling the pace to maximize
both our pleasures. She was a true artist at
conducting our carnal symphony. I never thought of
fucking as music. When I masturbated before as either
myself or Mom I simply stroked my genitals to a
crescendo, cumming at the end. But Mom was
orchestrating our intercourse. Finally I could take
it no longer. I just had to cum soon.
"Fuck me," I cried. "Bite my tittie. Suck me, fuck
me, Fuck me harder. I'm getting there. I can feel my
orgasm starting. My tits, my cunt, my legs are all on
fire. Oh, Mommy, you are making me cum. I'm cumming
in your body I'm going to cum NOW! I'M CUMMING! OH,
MY GOD! YES! YES! I'M CUMMING NOW! I'M CUUUMMMING!"
Of course I exploded in the mother of all orgasms.
Strange. I didn't even want sex when we started. I
guess Mom knew what her body needed.
I was totally wiped out. I shut my eyes and dozed off
to be awakened by the smell of coffee, bacon and
eggs. Mom usually cooked heathy foods but this time
must have been an exception.
After breakfast we sat at the table in Mom's
workroom. She applied the electrodes to our heads and
adjusted the knobs to the new settings she had worked
out in Europe.
"OK, this is it. We should revert back to our old
bodies now."
Then she flipped the switch and I felt the electric
shock. I blacked out for a few seconds. When I
recovered consciousness I was a teen aged boy again
and Mom was herself sitting in the adjacent chair. We
were back to our own selves.
The next couple of days were almost normal except for
a bit of awkwardness when Mom and I touched each
other. Both of us obviously tried to ignore our
recent intimacy but we found our hands lingering over
each other's bodies. More than once I accidentally
let my hands sweep over Mom's breasts. She pressed
her groin against my butt when we passed each other
in our narrow hall.
Finally Mom sat me down.
"We have to talk. I don't think we switched back
exactly the way we were before. Our personalities are
in the right bodies but we seem to have acquired each
other's memories of what happened during the
interval. I have all your recent memories as well as
my own. I remember everything you did when I was
gone. I expected that you would pleasure my body when
I got aroused. I couldn't deny that I had to
masturbate once in a while but I tried to tell myself
that you wouldn't give me more than a couple of
climaxes. I never imagined you would "do" me so
much."
"I know that you told me you pleasured my body many
times but I never realized exactly what you did. Now
I have vivid memories of you fondling my pussy and
finger fucking me. I can almost feel your fingers
moving in my vagina. I remember exactly how you
sucked my nipples and put a cucumber in my cunt. You
must have given me over 200 orgasms during the
summer. I can almost recall the feelings I had during
each one of them. It is hard to believe that you made
me cum that many times. It excites me to even think
about it."
"Well Mom, it's partly your fault. You should have
told me about how much you needed sex before you
left. Before I read about it in your notebook I
thought I was a pervert for wanting to give my self-
orgasms so often. I also have your memories as well
as my own. That girl that you slept with on the bike
trip was really hot.
"I have vivid memories of you playing with her huge
tits and eating her cunt. I never had sex with any
girl before but I have all your memories of my penis
exploding into her while her legs held me tight. I
loved how she screamed when she came. If you know
where she lives, maybe you can introduce me to her.
Oh, I almost forgot. She knows me already."
"Well, she lives near Chicago. If we go there I'll
see that you get together. But that isn't why I
wanted us to talk. The way you used my body seems to
have unlocked feelings that I kept repressed for
years. I don't want to go back to the way I was in
high school. But I truly want you to make love to me
the way that you did when you were me.
"I want you to give me each and every one of those
200 orgasms. I want you to love my body, play with my
legs, suck my tits, and then fuck me to a screaming
climax. You asked me to fuck you before we switched
back. Now I'm asking you to do the same for me. Will
you do it?"
"Oh Mom, it's what I want more than anything in the
world!"
So that night we slept together again. And the next
night. And the next. We have a lot of orgasms to go
before we reach 200. I love fucking my Mom and she
loves to get fucked by me. I eat her pussy while she
sucks my cock. Her beautiful thighs wrap around my
head while I mouth her clitoris. I wrapped my lips
around the stiff little projection and sucked it into
my mouth. It was like giving her a little blow job.
An exquisite torture.
Mom squirmed and cried with pleasure as I gently
nibbled and chewed her clitoris. I could feel the
vibrations in her body, each spasm in time with the
motion of my tongue. Her legs quivered in an
orgiastic dance on the bed, her torso shook. The
muscles in her calves contracted and her toes pointed
as if she was doing a carnal ballet. As she
approached a climax her thighs got rigid and clutched
my head harder. I was buried in the mountain of Mom's
sensual flesh.
I sucked her clitoris between my lips and licked the
entire surface while Mom twisted and squirmed in
passion. It's something I always wanted to do to
myself when I was in Mom's body but. alas, I could
never bend that far. All I could do was give my
little cock a tiny hand job, stroking it until I
climaxed. I love to eat Mom's cunt while she squeezes
my head between her thighs. And she in turn sucks my
cock like the sweetest lollipop in the world. After
we play with each other's body parts for a while we
reverse positions and fuck for real. Mom screams a
lot as she cums.
Our new relationship has several benefits. The school
year started after Labor Day. Mom is back teaching
university classes and I am in my senior year in high
school. Mom says that our nightly sessions keep her
satisfied. She doesn't have to take frequent breaks
to masturbate any more. That gives her a lot more
time. Her colleagues claim that she is much more
relaxed and even more productive. A bit of sex works
wonders.
Me, I'm doing better in school as well. Thanks to my
Mom's coaching, I aced my SAT and I will probably get
into the college of my choice. Now I just have to
choose it. I think that the personality switch may
have left a little of Mom's smarts in my head.
This semester Mom accepted a guest professorship at
the University of Chicago for the next term. I can
hardly wait to go there. I remember she promised to
get me and her hot girlfriend together. Fucking both
of them might get a bit complicated. Maybe I can
arrange a threesome. On a final note, I think I've
made my Mom pregnant. She is only 33 years old now,
young enough for another baby. I expect that I'll
have a newborn brother or sister within the next
year.
I'll find out how Mom's milk tastes then.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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