Mother May I Borrow You? By BluePossession
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Mother May I Borrow You?
Author - BluePossession
Mother, May I Borrow You?
“Seriously? Boxers at the breakfast table?” My evil boomer of a father yelled at me. Man, he annoys the crap out of me. Owns a construction company and is super wealthy so he treats everyone around him like garbage. Including me, his son. He’s an old guy with gray salt and pepper hair. He is showing his age but still looks quite healthy. “For fuck’s sake Simon you are 23. Put on some pants for breakfast, and while you’re at it get a job and move the hell out of my house already.”
“Okay jeez. I’ll put on some pants.” I whined, knowing if I didn’t he would start yelling soon.
“Oh go easy on him Andrew.” My lovely mother tried to calm him down. She was extremely beautiful and about 10 years younger than my father. She was blonde with big blue eyes and nice long legs. Today she was wearing a bright pink dress with pink high heels. I guess you could say she’s a trophy wife. Not very bright but the best mom a guy like me could ask for.
I go to my room and pick up whatever pants I found on the floor then immediately head back down to the breakfast table.
“Oh, I see you’ve put on the dirtiest pair of pants you could find. Typical.” My father said looking up from his newspaper to inspect my pants. What an ass.
“Sorry,” I growled at him. “I just ran out of clean clothes. Mom could you wash some of my-”
“Oh for god’s sake! Rebecca! He’s 23 and jobless!” He raised his voice. “Don’t tell me you’re still washing this grown man’s clothes? I thought we agreed last month that he was at least going to start doing some chores around this place.”
“Mom still washes YOUR clothes,” I said softly, realizing it was a mistake as soon as I said it.
“You’re damn right she washes my clothes! I’m a goddamn hard-working American! Who do you think earned the money to buy those clothes, the washing machine, and this damn house? Everything, and I mean everything, you see in this house was paid for by me. Your mother doesn’t have a job nor does she need to work a day in her life. That’s because when I married her I was already a 31-year-old successful businessman. Back then we made an agreement. I keep making thousands of dollars and buy everything for her while she cooks and cleans like a good little housewife. That’s what we agreed to!”
“Honey please settle down.” My mother stopped cooking to rub his back and calm him down.
“I will NOT settle down Rebecca! Everything I said is true and you know it. Tell your FAT and LAZY son it’s true. Last year I bought you that brand new sports car you wanted. 2 years ago I bought you that stupid expensive brain implant thing that you and your gym trainer wanted. Not to mention all the money you spend on clothes every month. That’s the deal, you spend all my money and in exchange, you wash my clothes and cook for me. It may be transactional but the basis of our relationship and for years it has worked! Meanwhile, he doesn’t make a cent but still gets all the benefits!”
“Yes dear it’s true, it’s true. Please relax, your blood pressure-”
“I know dear. I know.” He said trying his best to recompose himself. I kind of just tune out when he starts ranting like that, honestly. I stopped listening to him a while ago.
“Regular pancakes today? Mom, you know I prefer your awesome chocolate chip pancakes. Could you whip me up some of those instead?” I ignored everything my father just said.
“Sure, sweety.” My mother replied without hesitating.
That was the last straw. It ticked my father off. He was so angry that he couldn’t even yell anymore. Silently, he stood up, grabbed my plate, and scooped all my food into the trash.
“Hey, what the Hell man,” I complained.
“That’s it. I’m done.” My father said quietly. “I will not be putting up with this any further. Starting tomorrow, October 1st, you will pay me 1000 dollars in rent to live in this house and to have your mother cook your meals. You will also pay 1000 dollars every month going forward.”
“That is so unfair, I don’t even have a job. How the hell am I supposed to get that?”
“That is not my problem. Get a job and ask for an advance or sell some of your action figure crap at the pawn shop. I don’t care how you get it, but tomorrow you pay me one thousand in cash.”
Without even thinking my eyes glanced at my mom. As if I was begging her to save me from this like she usually does.
“Oh don’t look at her,” he said, wagging his finger in my face. “She’s not going to rescue you this time. I want that money in bills and your mom couldn’t give you that much cash if she tried. She hasn’t handled cash in years. She exclusively uses my credit card and hasn’t been in a bank in God knows how long. I don’t even know if she knows what an ATM is either.”
“I’ve heard of them,” Mom said with a weak smile. “Can’t say I’ve ever used one though… I wouldn’t even know how…”
“There you have it. No one is going to save you this time, Simon. Go upstairs to your room and put on that old suit of yours and get out there and find a damn job. Or sell something or do anything. Just get out of my sight.”
“FINE!” I replied and began heading upstairs. I stopped halfway up to eavesdrop.
“You’re too hard on him.” My mother said meekly.
“AND YOU’RE TOO SOFT ON HIM!” He boomed back. “-I’m sorry dear. I didn’t mean to yell at you, it’s just that damn kidney disease of yours.”
“I’m sorry honey, it just decreases my libido and then the medication to treat it also decreases my libido even further.” Mom explained.
“Oh believe me I know dear. I’ve been pent up for 6 months now. It’s making me more irritated than usual. You know yesterday I snapped at a new secretary for bringing me the wrong coffee. She was in tears. It’s getting really bad.”
“I’m so sorry honey. Would a quick hand-job before work help?”
“No dear, I don’t think it will.” He said, grabbing his coat and beginning to head out the door. “Look, we need to start having sex again and soon. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Please speak with Doctor Hoffman and get your medication switched or something. I can’t keep being this pent up for much longer.”
“I understand honey. I’ll call him today. But don’t get your hopes up, he’s already told me all the alternatives also kill libido.”
“Damn it all.” He said as he slammed the front door shut on the way out.
“The Hell’s his problem?” I said coming down the stairs pretending I hadn’t just heard all of that. “Anyway, Mom now that he’s gone could you make me those chocolate chip pancakes?”
“I’m sorry sweety, your dad gave the orders. No more cooking for you until you pay him rent or get a job.”
“MOM! You know I can’t come up with 1000 dollars in 24 hours. That’s impossible.”
“Sweety, I know your father and he just wants you to get a job. He doesn’t even want or need the $1000. I’m sure if you go out and interview all day today you can have a job by tomorrow and he won’t ask you for any rent.”
“I will start looking for a job Mom but I won’t get one by tomorrow. You can’t just have a firm handshake and get a job. It’s not like that anymore. Just let me borrow a thousand dollars-”
“Sweety, I just can’t do that. What your father said was right. I haven’t handled cash in 15 years. Heck, I don’t even know what bank we use honestly. I just swipe your dad’s credit card and don’t think about it too much.” She said scratching her head. “Tell you what I need to go shopping and the manager down at Macy’s is an old friend of mine. I can ask her if she has an open position for a cashier. That’s the best I can do to help you.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I said halfheartedly. I do not want to work at Macy’s. Or anywhere.
“Okay be back soon.” She said, grabbing her purse and starting to head out the door. “Oh and try to wash your clothes while I’m gone.”
“Fucking washing clothes… That’s a woman’s job.” I muttered to myself after I knew she was long gone.
It took a while but I managed to collect all my dirty clothes in a bin and started taking them to the laundry room. Fucking hate having to wash my clothes. As soon as I was about to figure out the washing machine, I heard the doorbell ring. Probably just a salesman or a religious nut. I normally ignore it but I’ll take any excuse to not wash clothes.
I open the door and see that it is Stacy, my mom’s personal gym trainer. She was hired by my father to keep my mother’s body looking great.
“Oh hi, your uhm Stacy right? My mom’s trainer?” I stuttered. She was so hot.
“Yeah, you’re Steven, right? Your mom talks about you sometimes.” She said with a slightly disgusted look. She wasn’t too pleased to be talking to someone like me. Most people don’t like me. Probably cause I have no charisma and am a bit out of shape.
“It’s Simon.” I corrected her.
“Oh right, Simon.” She said while closing her black cardigan to cover up some of her cleavage. She must’ve caught me staring a bit. “Is your mother home right now?”
“No sorry she’s stepped out. Knowing her it could be an hour or it could be five hours if she stopped by the mall. I don’t know when she’ll be back.”
“Well, it’s kind of an emergency. I don’t have much time. I told your mom a month back that I was moving to Washington and she’d have to hire someone else. The only problem is it turns out the tickets were bought one week early. We’re actually on our way to the airport right now and r yada yada. Long story short I have to drop this off like right now.” She said holding out a small box with a futuristic headset-like device inside.
“Holy shit,” I exclaimed. “That’s the brain wave transmitter device, right? The one that lets you connect to the expensive implant in my mom’s head and pilot her body and do the workouts for her right?”
"Yep, that’s the one. I guess I don’t have to explain too much but yeah this thing is super expensive and highly regulated. There are less than 1000 being used in the world right now but you know your father has connections
and- Well, anyway the company said I am legally obligated to turn this in to your mom in person before I leave and have her sign this form stating I have returned it to her. So I’m kind of in a difficult spot right now."
“Oh, that’s alright. I can just take it and leave it on the counter for her. She’ll see it immediately when she gets home. I can also sign for her. I’ve got her signature memorized, she has me sign for things all the time.”
“Oh thank you so much, Simon. It would mean a lot to me. You’re sure your mom won’t mind?”
“Don’t worry about that Stacy. You know my mother, she’s kind of ditzy and carefree. I’m sure she won’t mind at all that you handed it to me since she was out. It would be a lot worse if you just left it unattended on the front door.”
“Haha. Yeah, you’re right.” She said handing me the device and paperwork. I signed my mother’s signature quickly and handed it back to her.
“Okay Simon, I’m trusting you. Don’t lose that transmitter or me AND your mom will get in a bunch of legal trouble. It’s 100% against the rules for anyone other than me or your mom to handle that thing.”
“Relax, Stacy. I’m leaving it right here on the kitchen counter and my mom will see it. I’ll let her know you dropped it off. It’ll all be fine.”
“Okay, shake on it.” She said extending her arm for me to shake it. “And let your parents know I’m grateful for the opportunity. Take care!” She yelled as she jogged away.
“Seeya!” I yelled back, not quite loud enough for her to hear.
As soon as she was gone I closed the door and set the box with the device on the kitchen counter like I said I would. I then returned to washing my clothes.
It was about 3 p.m. when I finally got home. I went to the pawn shop and sold some of my old video games for $150.68 at a local pawn shop. I even stopped by a couple of shops and tried to get a job interview. Most told me to apply online and the rest said they weren’t hiring at the moment.
“This is hopeless,” I said to myself in defeat. There’s no way I can score a job or $1000 by tomorrow. Not without my mom’s help at least. Maybe we can both go to the bank or ATM and figure out how to withdraw some cash. Or maybe she got me that job at Macy’s.
As soon as I thought that, her sports car just so happened to pull into the driveway. Soon she was stepping through the door with a bunch of shopping bags.
“Oh hi, sweety. How did the job search go?”
“It went bad Mom. They all want me to apply online and who knows when they’d hire me if at all. I don’t exactly have a great resume. Did the Macy’s manager have a position?”
“Manager? Oh yeah sorry, I forgot to go sweety. I got distracted and went to other shops. Sorry about that.” She can be such a klutz sometimes.
“That’s alright, mom.” I lied. That was my best hope for a job. “Well since you forgot to go, and I haven’t had much luck… maybe you and I could go down to the bank and try to withdraw some money? I have 150 so if you could just let me borrow the rest-”
“No can do sweet-ums.” She said with determination.
“P-please Mom. Please! I need your help and there’s no other way.” I begged.
“I’m sorry Simon, I promised your father I wouldn’t. And I’d rather not give the details but I’m already failing him with my ‘womanly’ duties and I feel quite guilty about it. I couldn’t also give you money behind his back. Not this time.” She said putting her foot down. “I also know you’ve got more things you could sell too. You’ve got a big old T.V. and a bunch of collector’s items. Sorry sweety but you’re just going to have to sell 'em.”
Won’t let me borrow money? Is telling me to sell my most important valuables? My own mother, how could she? The person I trusted most is betraying me and leaving me to fend for myself. I am in shock. All I can do is stand there in stunned silence.
“What is that thing anyway?” My mom said pointing at the box on the kitchen counter.
“Oh, it’s uhm nothing,” I said immediately grabbing it and hiding it behind my back. What the hell was I doing? This is rightfully my mom’s device. So why did I subconsciously reach for it and hide it? “It’s a, uh, collectible that they didn’t give me enough for at the pawn shop.”
“Oh, okay.” My mother said, satisfied enough with my answer. God, she is gullible.
I immediately took the box and ran upstairs to my room and locked the door.
“Okay Simon, what the hell were you thinking when you swiped this damn thing?” I said talking to myself while looking down at the Brain wave transmitter my mother had entrusted to Stacy. The one that Stacy had entrusted to me to give back to my mom.
But I could use it somehow to get the money I think. Maybe I can tell my mom I have it and I won’t give it back till she pays me $1000. But then she’d probably just tell my father and I’d be in deeper trouble. Maybe I could threaten Stacy into sending me $1000 over PayPal or I report her for giving it to me. But she could also report me for blackmail. Maybe I could take it apart and make schematics to sell to a rival company? But I don’t think I’m handy enough to take it apart. What do I do?
I guess I could maybe… try wearing it and activating it. I mean, will it even work? If it does I can use it to control my mother’s body to go to the bank and withdraw 1000 dollars with no problem. Mom would be none the wiser. But can this thing even transmit male brain waves to a female brain? Will it even work for me? It could be locked to only work for Stacy somehow. What would it even feel like? Like will I feel as if I am her or will I just feel like a passenger piloting her body? I wish it had come with a manual but I heard there isn’t one because users are trained in person. I’ll try looking this up online.
There is almost nothing I can find online. No guide, no tutorial videos. Nothing. Well fuck it, I may as well just try this thing on and hope for the best. Hope it doesn’t fry my brain or anything. Mom’s just downstairs so the signal should be good.
I held the device in my hands. Am I going to do this? I’m not too sure what it will be like. This technology is so highly regulated and secretive. People have talked about it but there’s never been recorded video of its use or anything like that. I don’t know what it will be like. My mother never talked about it much. Just about how convenient it was to have someone else do all the workouts for her. I put the device on my head and took a seat in my desk chair.
“Well Mom and Dad, you’re putting me into a corner here. This is your guys’ fault. You left me with no other options. I promise it’ll just be to the bank and back.” I adjust myself and take a deep breath. “Mother, may I borrow you?” I said with a cocky grin, initializing the device.
I immediately feel as if my essence has been pulled right out of my skull and transmitted toward the first floor below. Could it be my soul? The device would you have you believe it’s my brain waves? Either way, I could feel myself being launched toward the first-floor kitchen. My mother was probably down there. But it was all pretty brief. Soon I felt myself stop at my destination.
My eyesight slowly returned to me. Blurry at first. Soon I was aware of my surroundings again. My hands were quite cold and wet. It appears they have been washing dishes recently.
“Did it work?” I said aloud and heard my mother’s voice speak. “Holy crap. It DID work!” I exclaim while taking a look at my mother’s feminine hands and nails. I also glanced down to see my mother’s cleavage pushing out of her dress. “Wow Mom, they look a lot bigger from this perspective. I guess this shit isn’t bio-locked or anything. Anyone can just use the brain transmitter whenever they wish! No wonder they have rules against leaving it with non-owners. Haha, it’s crazy to hear my mom’s voice swear like that too.” It’s also quite weird to notice that I am about 3 inches shorter than usual in my mother’s body. I take a few steps to try and see myself in the mirror like anyone would do if they suddenly found themselves in another body. But I immediately trip and have to catch myself on the table.
“Ow! Fucking high heels. Why the fuck does mom always have to wear these?” I was so frustrated at that moment that I ripped them right off of her feet and flung them across the kitchen. “Stupid shoes.” I may have torn the strap that was holding them in place but it’s alright, I’m sure Mom won’t mind. She has hundreds more pairs. With my mother’s delicate feet now flat on the ground I can move a bit easier as her. I also realized that I was not 3 inches shorter, I was about 5 inches shorter now! Kind of reminded me of being a lot younger. I walk to the full-length mirror in the hallway to see what I’m working with here.
As soon as I round the corner and see my mother’s face in the mirror I almost feel as if at that very moment she just caught me. Like she just walked in on me wearing her body and I’m in deep trouble. It takes my brain a whole second to process that I am not seeing her in the mirror, I’m seeing myself in her body. Her beautiful motherly body. I’m wearing it like a costume. Her long blonde hair, her nice long legs, her big motherly hips, and her beautiful pink dress.
“Wow, now this is wild,” I say getting right up to the mirror. It’s kind of funny, standing there right now I can’t say I look like my mother. I look more like if my mother had an evil twin. It’s her face and body but without her normal heels, she’s standing a bit shorter than normal and with an entirely different posture. More of my slouchy male posture. And her face, I’m wearing her face and the makeup but it looks so off. She’s got my slightly crooked grin (with her perfect white teeth) and a mean, kind of creepy, look in her big blue eyes.
I hope I don’t run into anyone she knows on the way to the bank. A friend or family member would notice there’s something off I think. I better
just run to the bank and run right back. I also don’t think I have any of her muscle memory or memories in general. My mom’s body is just standing the way I normally do and moving the way I move my larger male body. It makes sense since I’m not using her normal brain. It’s more or less just a receptacle for my brain waves being transmitted from my unconscious body upstairs.
My eyes are immediately drawn back down to my Mom’s cleavage. I just can’t help myself from staring at the large round globes. The ones that probably got my dad to marry her in the first place. I started moving around and hopping a bit just to see how they moved in response. It was very interesting to have all this new jiggling on my chest.
But that’s enough messing around. The bank is closing soon and I didn’t do this for fun. I need to run to that bank and withdraw the money before my father gets home and catches me in my mother’s body. I mean he probably won’t know it’s me his son in the hijacked body of his wife, but he’ll know something’s off.
“I’m gonna need another pair of shoes though.” I thought aloud as I raised one of my mother’s delicate feet. Her toenails are painted pink of course. I headed upstairs to the master bedroom. I felt out of place as I stepped into it. I had only ever entered on rare occasions like if my dad was moving in some heavy furniture or if my mom needed me to kill a spider. It felt wrong to be in here. “But why should I feel weird about it? I mean, after all, I am the lady of the house Rebecca Masterson and it is my room! Kekekek.” I squeak-laughed in my mother’s voice. It was intoxicating to hear her laugh the way I normally would.
As soon as I’m inside I go straight to my mother’s walk-in closet and look through the piles and piles of high heels, high heel boots, and wedged sandals. “Come on seriously Mom? No sneakers or tennis shoes or something? I just want something fucking comfortable. Even some flat sandals would be enough.” Nope. Nothing in here without some form of uncomfortable heel. I don’t even get why, my mother’s pretty tall for a woman. It must have been part of the deal she made with my father. He must’ve requested that she always wear heels and always be ready for sex to be his wife. Yuck.
“Okay, no shoes. Now what do I do?” Wait a minute, I think I’ve got an idea.
I head to my room and open up my closet. In there I find an old pair of Jordan 1’s that I’ve had since I was a teen. My foot size was smaller then so maybe it’s small enough to fit my mother’s dainty feet. I put one on and it’s a bit too big. Even as a teen, my feet were bigger than my mother’s. But it’s close enough.
With both shoes on I’m finally ready to head out. “Well, mother dearest it’s about time we go to that bank together,” I said to my mother’s reflection. Again it was 100% her body, but I could tell something was off about the look in her eyes. It was my look. She was also wearing an old pair of boys sneakers so that’s not helping things.
“Crap, I just realized I can’t get that far away from my body and its signal. I guess I’ll have to put my body in my mother’s car or something. That should work.”
I look over my body that I left in my desk chair. My head is tilted back with its mouth open and the transmitter on my skull flashes blue since it is on. Damn, I never realized how fat and unhealthy I looked. Maybe I should try to get in better shape.
I start to lift my body with my mother’s arms. It wasn’t easy but I am just barely able to lift my adult male body. Thank God mom’s body has been working out or this would be impossible. I had to take several breaks but I just barely managed to get my body in the backseat of the car. Luckily the car was inside our garage and not out in the street. What would somebody have thought if they had seen me? Would they think a mother is taking her son to the hospital in the back of her car? Would they think she killed him? Or what if someone investigated it closer and caught me with the device on my head?
I sit in the driver’s seat of my mother’s sports car. My dad would probably explode if he knew I was about to drive it. Of course, I did not have to adjust the seat or mirrors, after all, it was all set to the owner’s preferences.
“This seat is super comfortable. More comfortable than I remember when I’ve ridden shotgun.” I thought aloud to myself. I send a hand between me and the seat. “OH… My mother’s ass is quite large and soft. That must be what’s different. Haha.” I chuckled.
This is awesome. I’m a little excited to finally get to drive this car. It’s nice and fast but I’ve never been allowed to drive it. My mother only got it for its looks and price. She’s never used it to its full potential. It’s time to change that.
I made it to the bank in record time. Might’ve driven a bit too fast. It would have been bad if a cop had pulled me over and seen an unconscious body in the backseat. Luckily nothing like that happened.
I step out of my mother’s car and start walking towards the bank. Conveniently, Mom’s car has tinted windows so no one will see anything unless they look closely. It feels exhilarating to be walking around in public in mother’s body. No one has any idea it’s me in here. It’s exciting to be wearing this disguise. On the way from the parking lot to the bank I get lots of glances. Mostly from guys. I made eye contact with a woman and she actually smiled at me. She probably expected me to smile back but I was caught so off guard that I quickly looked down at my feet. I saw the old sneakers I had put on my mother’s feet. I hope no one thinks it’s weird. As I make it to the bank’s front door a man in a suit happens to be exiting and holds the door open for me. Another first.
“Thanks!” I said appreciatively.
“My pleasure miss.” He said with a confident smile.
How nice of him. The kindness of strangers sure is nice when you can get it. For some reason though I get a feeling as though I’m being watched. I quickly turned around and noticed that the man who held the door open took a few extra seconds to stare at my behind as I walked in. As soon as he noticed that I noticed he immediately let go of the door and aimed his eyes in another direction. It doesn’t bother me though, I’d do the same thing if I were him. After all, my mother is quite attractive for her age.
This was such a different experience. In my old body, I’m practically invisible. No one gives me a second glance. No one smiles at me, especially not women. People don’t keep the door open for me either. They practically want to shut it when they see me coming. Is this what it’s like to be an attractive woman?
That’s enough of that though. I’m not here for observations. I’m just here to get a thousand bucks cash and then get out of my mother’s body as soon as possible. And hopefully never again. After all, this is highly illegal.
Crap. The line is huge today. At least 7 people in front of me. But I guess I have no choice but to wait in line.
“Rebecca? Is that you?” I heard a voice say. A bald banker had walked up to me. Looked like he could be the manager of this branch. He extended out his hand so that I could shake it.
“Oh hi, it’s so nice to see you…” I tried to sound like my mother. I checked his name tag quickly. “…Bill.”
“It’s lovely to see you, Rebecca.” He smiled warmly. “I don’t normally see you around here. Usually, it’s at dinner parties or other events.” Oh, this is my dad’s main banker. He’s mentioned him a couple of times. Is it weird for a guy to be friends with his banker?
“Yeah, usually my husband handles the banking stuff. I’m not too good at these things.” It was easy to sound like my mother.
“Let’s step into my office. You shouldn’t have to wait in this line.” He led me to it and motioned me in. He took a seat at his desk and I took a seat as well. “What brings you here today?”
“Oh, nothing in particular I just need to withdraw a thousand dollars in cash. That’s all.”
“A thousand in cash?” He said a bit off-put by the request. “Yes that is acceptable. Do you know the account number?”
“No sorry, I uh don’t know it off the top of my head.” I tried sounding more bimbo-y than usual so he doesn’t suspect anything.
“Oh well, that’s no problem. Do you have your I.D. or a credit card instead?”
Fuck. I knew I had forgotten something. I didn’t bring my mother’s purse. How could I forget that women keep everything in purses?
“Oh God. I am such an airhead.” I waved my hand flamboyantly. “I’m so sorry Bill, I forgot my purse at home. This always happens to me!” Once again doing my best impression of my mother.
“Oh, that’s completely fine.” He said with a forced smile. “I know you personally so it won’t be an issue this time. Please remember to bring your I.D. the next time. I assume you want the thousand out of your shared checking account?”
“Yeah, definitely that one!” I sounded like a moron right now. He rolled his eyes at me. But maybe that’s a good thing. He just thinks I’m some stupid trophy wife. He doesn’t even suspect that I am not Rebecca. That I’m stealing money right out of my father’s account and he is gladly assisting me in doing it.
“Okay, it’s all set. I’ll be right back with that cash.” He said stepping out to go get it.
“Thanks, Bill.” I shot him another appreciative smile.
As I was seated and waiting I looked down once again at my mother’s feet wearing my old shoes. I noticed I was seated with my legs spread apart like a man’s. For some reason, I felt the urge to cross one leg over the way my mother normally would. I wonder if Bill noticed me seated that way. I hope he didn’t see anything up my mother’s dress.
“Okay Rebecca, here’s your cash. I took the liberty of putting it inside an envelope.” He said handing me the cash. “I’ll let your husband know you stopped by-”
“Oh please don’t!” I blurted out. "It’s actually for a secret gift I wanted to
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buy him. That’s why I didn’t just use our shared credit card. There’s no need to tell him I was here today. Sorry, I’m not that good with these banking things so I didn’t know how else to do this. Usually, George handles all these complicated things, I don’t even know my PIN number to take it out of the ATM."
“Oh, that’s alright. I understand this was very hard for you.” He said condescendingly. “Have a nice day. You get home safe.” He smiled once again. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was completely convinced that I was Rebecca and that Rebecca was a completely stupid little housewife. He has no idea that a man is piloting this little housewife’s body.
I was once again back in the driver’s seat of my mother’s sports car. It was so awesome to be able to finally drive this car as much as I wanted and as fast as I wanted after so many years of not being allowed to use it. After all, I am the owner aren’t I? Not to mention it’s also nice to be a thousand dollars richer! Maybe Dad’s right. Maybe my unemployed life has been a bit boring lately. It feels like so much fun to be my mother even if it’s just for today.
Even though I took the long way I still got home relatively quickly. Driving twenty miles above the speed limit will do that. I pull into our attached garage for maximum privacy. It’s difficult but once again thanks to my mother’s fit body I can drag my fat male body up the stairs to my room. I lay it down on the bed and leave the envelope of money on top of it.
Without really thinking I just sat down at my PC like I always do, put my headphones on, and started browsing my usual forums. My chair was quite comfortable today and at first, it was odd to type with long fingernails but I got used to it quite quickly.
After a good hour of reading, responding, and arguing with strangers online I eventually got to the next part of my average routine: watching porn. I pulled up one of my old favorites, Riley Reid in a cheerleader uniform. Instead of getting my usual hard-on, I started getting such a strange warm feeling in my crotch area.
“Oh crap, I’m still in my mom’s body. And I’m getting it aroused!” I whispered in her voice. I got so into my usual groove that I had completely forgotten I wasn’t my normal self. This is super weird. I can tell I’m getting turned on like I normally would be watching porn but it’s completely different. Instead of anything getting hard down there I just really… gooey and warm. Like there’s this heat inside, and I just really want something to fill me up. How is this even happening? I thought Mom said she was having issues with arousal. I start to slowly slide one of my mother’s hands and fingers down between her legs. I softly rub the mound I feel down there.
“Ahhh.” I heard my mother’s voice moan. It gave me goosebumps and I immediately shot up from my desk chair. “This is too freaky, I think I need to get out of her body before I do anything I regret.” I slip off my old sneakers and leave them in my room while I walk my mom’s body back to the master bedroom.
I have no idea how getting out of her body will work. I thought about just removing the device from my head but what would happen after that? Would my mother faint to the ground as soon as I do it? I don’t want to hurt her. So I decided to lie down in her bed while I figured it out. I vaguely remember her mentioning that the gym has a private area where she and Stacy both lie down while she takes control. I also hope she has no memory of what I’ve done today. If she remembers then she could send me to jail for all I’ve done.
Okay, how do I get out? I have no clue how someone is supposed to deactivate this. I put both of my mother’s index fingers on her head and scrunch her face trying to concentrate. Maybe if I just think hard about getting out then it will happen.
“Okay, I want to leave NOW!” I yell in my mother’s voice hoping something happens. “COME ON. LEAVE!” I yell again but nothing seems to be working.
“Well, I guess we’re stuck like this for now huh mom?” I sigh in defeat.
“Well may as well have some fun while I’m in your body. I mean I’m probably never gonna be in here again. Let’s see how flexible you are.” I said while pulling up one of her legs effortlessly. She was so flexible I could hold it behind her head. “Now that is flexible.” I admired it while also catching a glimpse of my underwear since my leg was pulling my dress up. Boring old blue boy shorts. Not really the type of underwear such an attractive woman should be wearing.
“I guess I’ve always kinda wondered what lacey underwear and nylons feel like…” Normally that would be a very embarrassing thought but right now it feels… natural. I go straight to her underwear drawer to see what I can find.
I immediately find a lacey red thong and black nylon pantyhose. I slide off the boring boyshorts and immediately pull up the red thong. It feels very uncomfortable like I’ve got a permanent wedgie. “Why the fuck do women put up with these?” I muttered while adjusting it.
The pantyhose were a lot more pleasant to wear. I slid them up slowly knowing that women constantly have trouble tearing them. Any rips would be traces left of my activity. They were amazing once I finally had them fully on. I was glad to no longer have my legs feel so bare naked and cold. Not to mention the smooth texture was intoxicating. I loved the feeling of rubbing my mother’s hands up and down her long smooth nylon-clad legs. I could get addicted to this!
Maybe if I close my eyes I can pretend these legs belong to someone other than my mom. And these breasts too… I started to rub and squeeze them. I don’t care who they belong to right now. With my eyes closed they could be anyone’s. Once again I begin to feel a warm moisture begin to develop in my nether regions. It’s such a foreign feeling but this time instead of shying away from it, I want to explore it more. I slide a finger into my panties and use it to gently part my lower lips.
“Ahhhhh.” I hear a woman moan. I wasn’t even thinking that it came out of my mouth. “Mmmmmm. That feels good.” I hummed in satisfaction. God, I was making my mom sound so ditzy and horny. But I can’t help it. This experience is just too new and sensual for me. I can’t believe how spread out the pleasure in this body is. It’s concentrated on my breasts and crotch area but its ripples go all the way down to my toes. I can’t get enough of this!
“Honey.” I heard a voice yell from the hallway. “I don’t ask much from you sweety but I do expect dinner to be ready when I get home from work.” He began opening the master bedroom door. “Don’t tell me you’re sleepin- GOOD LORD WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO YOURSELF WOMAN?” His eyes nearly popped out of his sockets when he saw me. “I have never seen you like this Rebecca.”
I must’ve made my mother look like a madwoman right now. Here she is in the middle of the day on her bed completely violating herself. Her dress barely hangs on as she plows two fingers deep within her snatch while the other hand squeezes and paws at her own bare breast. Not to mention how messy her hair and the bed must look right now. And the worst part? Even as I was caught red handed by my father I still couldn’t help but keep going at it. I could barely control myself with these new sensations overloading my brain.
“D-d-dad!” I panicked, still fingering my snatch but a bit slower now. “I swear this is NOT what it looks like.” I got away with it in public but my dad knows about the brain wave transmitter. He might figure out it’s me in here. I could be in massive trouble.
“Oh I think it’s exactly what it looks like,” he said, inching closer. Like a lion stalking his prey. “I think I’m watching my horny wife pleasure herself because she’s gone far too long without her man pleasing her…” he said while removing his jacket and shirt.
So he thinks I’m mom? That’s good, I think…
“I’ve got exactly what you need right here.” He said while pulling out his massive member.
“Holy shit!” I was shocked at the size of his rod. Way bigger than mine. “I’m sorry honey I don’t think I’m ready for that right now…” I pleaded while giving a weak smile, trying my best to get out of this situation.
“Not ready? I’ll be the judge of that” He said, shoving his hand into my panties and feeling around my slit with his thick fingers. “WOW! Becca, you have never been this wet before. You’re completely drenched down there. You have seriously never been more wet than you are right now!”
“Ahhhh Uhm, thanks?” I squeaked before he pinned my arms down and put his entire weight on me. I have to admit it felt even better to have my mound stroked by someone else’s hand. What didn’t feel good was how little I could do with him pinning me down. I’ve never seen this side of him before. So physical, so primal. I didn’t know how strong this old jerk could be. Or maybe it’s because I’m so weak and delicate in my mom’s body right now.
“Deary, please. I really can’t do this right now. I’ve got a nasty headache.” I pleaded.
“Oh I don’t believe that for a second, you want this just as much as I do,” he said while lining up his throbbing manhood with my mound. I could feel the heat radiating off of his shaft. He quickly plunged the entirety of it inside me.
“FUUU-uuuuuck” Was all I could manage to squeak out. I was completely overwhelmed and attacked by a wave of new emotions. I felt disgusted and violated yet at the same time I felt so damn good. This whole time I hadn’t realized how empty I had felt without his shaft inside me. With it, I felt complete.
He bent down slightly to whisper in my ear. “Good girl. I love it when I make you cuss.”
I wanted to scream that I wasn’t a girl at all but before I could say anything he had already pulled out and rammed himself back in.
“OHHHH MY GOOOD.” I moaned. “Fuck, that feels good.” In the back of my mind, I knew that this
was wrong on so many levels but at the same time, it felt so right. These parts felt as though they were made to be compatible with each other. Or maybe after 20+ years of marriage they had molded themselves to fit so perfectly. He was gliding in and out of me so easily.
“Oh honey, you are so fucking wet. I’m just sliding in and out of you. Please tell me you’re close, I can’t hold on any longer.” He panted.
“I- Ah, ah, I don’t know. Ah,” I whimpered in-between thrusts. I’ve never exactly had a woman’s orgasm before so I had no idea.
“Let’s try this then.” He said with an impish grin as his fingers went to gently stimulate my clitoris.
“OH GOD, OH GOD IT’S COMING. I’M COMING.” I wasn’t even fully processing what I was saying. I could feel the pleasure throughout my whole body and it was making me tremble with delight. My toes were curling and my brain felt like it was melting. This was incredible!
“M-me too.” He grunted as I felt himself shoot off spurts inside me.
I barely even cared that he had made a mess inside me. I was in the middle of a glorious afterglow. I felt so warm and blissful. It was as if I was a beautiful angel lying on a cloud floating through the air. I’d never felt so at peace in my entire life. I felt good.
But that moment was cut painfully short as I saw my father quickly plant his rough lips on mine. His tongue immediately slipped into my mouth and attacked. His taste was revolting. I almost gagged but held it back.
“God, I love you Becca.” He said after pulling away and then lying down in bed immediately. Pretty soon he was snoring.
I stood up and started heading towards the master bedroom to clean my mother’s body up. “Fuck you, you old piece of crap,” I said, giving my sleeping father the middle finger with his own wife’s hand. I didn’t want her to find out what happened while I was in here. I also have no real idea if I can hide it from her. Is her brain asleep right now? Or is she aware of what’s been going on? Fuck. If she does I might just be going to jail after this.
I quickly cleaned myself up and then lay back down in bed beside my snoring father.
Okay. Seriously, how do I get out of this body? How do I turn this damn thing off? I tried my best to use my mom’s delicate fingers to feel around her scalp. I found the small metal nub. “What if I just push down on it?” I whispered aloud to myself. As soon as I push down my vision goes dark and I can feel my consciousness shoot out of me towards the direction of my bedroom.
I inhale sharply while simultaneously rising instantly from my bed. It was shocking, to say the least. Feels like I just woke up from one of those roller coaster dreams. Even though it’s my original body, it feels very off. I feel big and bloated. Fat and unhealthy. I notice how hard it is to breathe in my body as well. It was effortless to breathe with my mother’s healthy lungs.
I also look down and notice the mess I’ve made in my pants. It seems during that whole ordeal my body was just as aroused and I ejaculated inside my clothes. This is so fucked up. But it does explain what happened. My mother’s body was sending physical signals to my brain while my brain sent arousal signals back to her body. Interesting. It’s as if my brain can fully unlock the arousal of her body even though her own can’t anymore. So the medicine she’s taking is probably affecting her brain chemistry. Or something like that, I’m no doctor.
I waddle towards my computer, feeling quite sluggish in my movements. My legs are like stumps compared to mom’s long slender athletic ones. So flexible too. Strangely, I have to adjust to my original body. That was an interesting and fucked up experience. I don’t think I’ll be repeating it though.
Next morning.
“FAMILY! BREAKFAST IS READY.” I heard my dad yell from downstairs.
Me and my mother both groggily step out of our rooms. She was wearing a pink bathrobe and I was wearing a t-shirt and boxers. We both head down the stairs to see what the commotion is about.
I can hardly believe what I’m seeing. My dad is in the kitchen fully dressed for work while also cooking breakfast. My dad, the traditional boomer who believes cooking is the woman’s role, is wide awake and cooking breakfast for everyone with a big smile across his face.
“Honey, what is the special occasion? Did you make a big sale or something?” My mother asked with a curious tone.
“No, no. Nothing like that. I’m just feeling so refreshed and revitalized. I wanted to do something nice for you guys. I woke up so early, I had to do something.”
“You woke up early hon? Why is that?” My mother asked, obviously having no recollection of what happened last night.
“Oh that’s cute darling. Not wanting to say what happened in front of the boy.” He winked at my mother, thinking she was playing dumb for my sake. He also has no idea about what actually happened last night. Thank God.
“Uh, sure.” My mom agreed despite not knowing what he was talking about.
“Well you guys eat up, I’m headed to work early. We’ve got a big client coming in today and I feel ready to take on the world right now. Take care now.” He said kissing my mom on the lips and leaving out the front door.
“Do you know what happened last night Simon? I feel like I’ve got a big dark spot in my memory.”
“Uh… well…” My face went completely red with embarrassment. I had to lie. “You might not remember 'cause you had a couple drinks of that red wine you like so much.”
“Huh, that’s strange. I mean alcohol indeed makes me a bit forgetful but I don’t feel hungover at all.”
“Well you were also drinking plenty of water.” I lied desperately.
“Okay, I guess.” My mother shrugged her shoulders. She seemed satisfied enough with that answer. She went back to eating her breakfast.
This is awesome. Dad was so happy he didn’t even ask about the rent money. So I just get to keep it. It’s like killing two birds with one stone.
Later that night.
We were all sitting around watching some T.V. as a family. We don’t usually do this anymore but dad was still in such a good mood that he invited me to watch with them. It didn’t last long though.
“Psst, hey sport!” he said, grabbing my attention. “Here’s 100 dollars. Why don’t you go to bed early?”
“Uhh sure. Thanks, old man.” I said taking the cash and heading most of the way up the stairs. I hung out at the top though just to spy on them.
Now that he thought he and my mother were alone, he made his move. He started to rub my mother’s thigh, slowly working his way higher to get to her crotch. Before he could though my mother pulled his hand away.
“Would you stop that dear? I’m not in the mood.” She said moving herself across the couch to get away from him.
“Not in the mood?” He was shocked. “I thought you had been cured!”
“Cured? Why on Earth would you think my problems just went away for no reason?”
“Because, woman, I saw you just a day ago on our bed violating yourself like there was no tomorrow! I thought you were more than cured!”
“What-?” She exclaimed in disbelief while standing up. " I have no idea what you are talking about…"
“You’re serious? You were fingerblasting yourself and now you don’t remember?”
“Andrew! How dare you say such things.” She was on the verge of tears. “I-I think you should sleep on the couch tonight.”
“What? No, darling-.” He said reaching towards her.
“Don’t touch me. I don’t feel like being touched right now.”
“DAMN IT ALL!” He yelled sitting back down on the couch. “Fine. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight. It’s always what you want isn’t it Rebecca? I always have to do what you want but you never do the thing that I want you to do. Am I asking for that much? Is it too much to just let me have sex with you every once and a while?”
“I’M SORRY, I JUST CAN’T!” She screamed while stomping up the stairs, tears in her eyes. I quickly escaped to my room so she wouldn’t notice me.
“OH GREAT! I’M THE BAD GUY BECAUSE I THINK MY WIFE SHOULD HAVE SEX WITH ME ONCE IN A WHILE!” I could hear him yell even with my door closed. Whatever, it’s not my problem.
“WAKE THE HELL UP BOY!” I woke up to an incredibly loud knocking on my bedroom door. “BOY WHERE THE HELL IS MY RENT?” My father barged in. He looked like a mess, unshaven and still a little tired, probably from sleeping on the couch last night and not resting well.
“M-money?” I mumbled, still half asleep. I reached under my pillow where I kept most of my money and pulled out $920 dollars. He yanked them out of my hands and started counting immediately.
“You’re $80 dollars short you imbecile.” He nearly spat at me.
“That’s all I have left. You didn’t ask for it yesterday morning so I spent some of it.”
“What about those $100 bucks I gave you last night? I want those back as well.”
“They’re already in there.”
“So you spent 200 dollars in one day? Well that’s just typical isn’t it Simon? You’ve never worked a day in your life so you have no real concept of money. That’s an issue your whole damned generation has!”
" yawn- Yeah I know Dad. I know. Now can you buzz off? I’m trying to get back to sleep." I began pulling my blanket over my head.
“It’s 7 am for Christ’s sake! Get a damn job!” He slammed my bedroom door shut.
Seriously? One night of no sex and all of a sudden my life is ruined again? This is the worst. And all because my stupid mom won’t just have relations with the guy every once and a while. I mean, it’s not too much work. Honestly, what is she complaining about? It doesn’t even feel that bad. Actually, now that I really think about it, if she can’t be bothered to fulfill her wifely duties then maybe she won’t mind if someone else does… I thought while reaching for the secret device I hid under my bed.
“Rebecca you seriously need to do something about your boy. 7 AM and he is still sleeping.” My father said while absentmindedly looking down and adjusting his tie while walking into the master bedroom. “You know when I was his age I was getting up at 4 AM every day- Holy moly!” He exclaimed finally noticing me.
“Oh hi there dear…” I said seductively in my mother’s voice. Wearing only a pair of lacey black panties and my mother’s voluptuous body with its back turned towards him. Not letting him see my bare breasts. “You’ve been quite pent up lately haven’t you dear?” I did my best to sound sultry.
“Well of course I have! You’re the one doing this to me!” He argued desperately, pretending to still have some type of control. Trying to assert himself as the man of the house.
“Oh I know dear, tell you what. I think I’m finally starting to get over my issues and well… Why don’t we make a deal? I have sex with you two times a week and you stop asking Simon to get a job or pay rent.”
“5 times a week and he still needs to find a job, I am not budging on that.” He responded quickly. He’s always been a shrewd businessman at heart.
“Okay, 3 times a week and he gets more time to find a job. And I get to help him.” I said fully turning around and giving him a good view of my naked breasts. His stern facade immediately crumbled once he saw the perky pair. I could tell this negotiation was over.
“Deal. But why all this love for Simon all a sudden?” He asked while staring at my chest.
“Well he’s just my son and I love him very much!” I said trying to think on my feet. I hope he doesn’t suspect anything.
“I don’t know this seems really out of character-”
“What’s something mo- I mean that I never do for you anymore dear?” I quickly changed the subject.
“Well…” He said taking a moment to dwell on it. “The last time you sucked my dick was like 2 birthdays ago.” He grinned evilly.
Blegh. I guess I’m going to do this. No turning back now. I thought to myself while lowering down to my knees. I’ve seen enough porn to figure out how to do this.
I slowly unzipped his fly and all of a sudden his whole rod slipped out.
“Wow, this thing is seriously kinda big,” I said without thinking.
“Haha, has it really been that long or are you messing with me Becca?” My father said while gleefully looking down at me. He was quite excited.
“I’m just teasing you.” I fake smiled back. This is nasty but it will only take a minute or two. A couple of minutes to get him off my back. It’s a steal!
I slowly let most of the shaft into my mouth. It was quite gross and tasted salty. The heat and hardness were also very noticeable. I wanted to gag a lot but at the same time, it felt kind of natural. Like maybe this body’s muscle memory is helping. I also do my best to copy what I’ve seen porn stars do online. As soon as I start to pick up the pace I feel it start to quiver in my mouth. I realize what’s coming.
Before I can pull away I feel two big strong hands grip on the back of my head and push me deeper onto the shaft. It catches me off guard but I still use all the strength in my mother’s weak body to break free. I’m still not fast enough as a whole load bursts in my mouth while the rest spurts onto my chest.
“EGH!!! That was so fucking gross. You got some on my fucking tits you asshole.” I said trying to rub the sticky fluid off of my boobs.
“Did you just swear and say tits? I love this new wild side of you Becca.” He said without even bothering to apologize. Good thing he’s such an idiot boomer. If he was any smarter he would’ve figured out that I’m not his wife by now.
“Ugh, I’m gonna go clean myself up now. That was seriously gross dude.” I said steering my mother’s naked and soiled body towards the master bathroom.
“Wait weren’t we gonna have sex too?” He cried desperately after me.
“Hell no, not after that. Besides you already blew your load.” I dismissed him. “But if you give me the 900 bucks you stole from Simon I’ll consider having sex later.” I’m starting to get a bit bold with my demands. But I’m quite confident this idiot doesn’t suspect a thing.
“Sure fine whatever. I don’t even care about this chump change.” He said handing me the money.
“We need to lay down some ground rules before you go to work,” I said getting serious. “Do not talk to me about sex unless I talk about it first. Don’t even talk to me about what happened just now unless I bring it up. Got it?”
“Understood.”
“Also only I can initiate sex. It’s a major turn-off for me when you beg for sex. You wouldn’t want to turn me off, would you? You already know how that goes.”
“But honey, darling, how will you know if I want sex if I am not able to tell you?” He said in such a forced caring tone.
“Oh please you pig. You’re a guy, you’re always in the mood. I’m the one who’s not, that’s why you only do it when I say.”
“I love this new side of you Becca. When did you get so feisty?”
“I don’t know but I should’ve done this ages ago. I just thought it was finally time I stand up to you, you old boomer.”
“HAHA. Your teasing is doing it for me. I can’t wait to ravish you later.” He said with such a gross horny look on his face.
“Ew.” I replied. “See? It’s probably saying things like that that turn mo- I mean me off so much. Keep that to a minimum.”
“U-understood dear.” He whimpered with a hurt face. I’ve never seen him look this vulnerable before. I guess only a woman would be able to wound him this badly. This is a power my mother has always had but she was always too subservient to ever take advantage of. But now that power is all mine. I could feel a wicked smile slowly forming on my plump ruby-red lips.
“Well I’m off to work after that excitement. Mind if I get a kiss goodbye?” He said while putting his face in front of mine expectedly.
“Trust me you don’t want a kiss from this mouth right now,” I muttered while pushing him away, “I just finished sucking a dick after all. I need to brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth immediately.”
“I guess you’re right. I’ll see you later sweety.” He finally got his clothes on and left.
Now that he was finally gone I went to my bathroom and started brushing my teeth and using some mouthwash to get the remaining taste out of my mouth.
“Oh, crap. I just realized I used my toothbrush instead of yours Mom.” I apologized to my mother’s reflection in the mirror with her voice. I then immediately giggled upon realizing that this wasn’t the worst thing I’d done in her body. Certainly not the last.
As soon as I was finished I went back into my room and left the cash on top of my desk.
“It is a pig sty in here now that I see it from this perspective. Also that smell… yuck!” I pinched my mother’s delicate nose and waved her hand around the way I’ve seen her do a million times “It smells like a pent-up young man in here. Does my room always stink like this? I’ll have to ask Mom to see if she can get rid of that smell somehow…”
I’m finished with this body for now so I decided to drop my mother’s body back in her room and go back into my own.
“Good morning Simon!” My mother greets me in the kitchen wearing a pink robe, probably still hasn’t showered for today. “It seems I overslept a bit today. Where’s your father?”
“Oh, he’s gone to work already. He told me not to wake you and just let you sleep in today. I’m just heating up a pop tart right now.”
“Ohhh~, how sweet of you guys. But don’t worry I love cooking for you. Let me whip up some chocolate chip pancakes for you instead.” She immediately started grabbing the ingredients out of the pantry.
“Gee, that would be awesome, mom.” I still don’t understand her. She’ll happily cook for us but won’t just let Dad fuck her for a bit every day. From my perspective, cooking takes longer and is much more difficult than pleasing a man. Measuring and remembering ingredients. Knowing how long to cook things. Dad only lasts a couple minutes then it’s over. Sure it’s gross letting an old man pump his member into you but it doesn’t feel too bad and he’s so bad that it ends quickly. I do understand why she doesn’t want to suck him off though. That is disgusting. Probably not doing that again.
Stupid old man… still wants me to find a job huh? I thought while browsing on my computer trying to think of some ideas. I already tried applying to every business within walking distance. None of them have replied or probably even want me. I hate leaving the house anyway. Maybe if I could get one of those work-from-home jobs. That wouldn’t be so bad. I wouldn’t have to shower or get dressed or anything. But I don’t have a degree or even know where to apply.
Job searching quickly gets boring, so I give up for now and go to one of my favorite adult webcam streamers, Shirley Nightingale. She’s an awesome goth chick who streams almost every day. She had already started and had her legs spread on her bed and was pumping away with a gigantic dildo.
“Thanks for the 500 dollar donation Chet69!” She smiled while reading her chat feed. Can’t believe some sucker actually donates that much to these cam girls. I mean I’ve donated 5 bucks now and then but 500? I would never.
Damn, she has a way easier life. She literally just has to pleasure herself on camera for a couple of hours a week and have some losers pay for all of her bills. Wish I could do that but no one wants to watch some fat guy do this.
Wait a second. I just had a flash of an idea. An evil sinister idea. I really shouldn’t entertain it but, I just can’t stop thinking about how easy it could be. I had access to my mother’s smoking hot body and I mean she’s not using it for much. But could I really do that to her? Could I stomach streaming her body to the world? Maybe it would be alright if I just covered up her face…
“Hey Shirley,” I began typing in chat. “I have a friend who wants to get started webcamming. What does she need and how easy is it to get started?” I asked while donating 5 dollars to make sure she read it.
"Thanks for the 5 bucks Slacker85!
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And thanks for the interesting question, usually guys just ask to see my asshole or how to pick up women. Anyway as for your friend, all she needs is a high-quality webcam and an internet connection. Oh, and I guess be attractive. That’s about it. And make sure she doesn’t do it in goth makeup! That’s my gimmick!" She joked at the camera while still pumping away.
I guess I need to go buy a webcam. Maybe a dildo as well. I thought to myself as I dug out the headset from under my bed.
“Man I am so fucking heavy,” I complained in my mother’s voice as I loaded my lifeless body into the back of her sportscar.
I drove to the mall wearing the boring old pink dress she had on but changing out her heels for my sneakers again. Once again I couldn’t believe how fast I got there. Going 20 above the speed limit will do that.
I park as close as I can to the electronics store to make sure the connection is steady. As soon as I walk in I am immediately approached by someone.
“Welcome to the store miss.” The young employee with the slick black hair greeted me. “Can I help you find what you’re looking for?”
“No thanks. I know where the webcams are.” I was caught quite off guard. I’ve been coming to this store my whole life and no one has ever approached me to help me shop.
“Webcams huh? What do you need it for? Zoom meetings? I can recommend a few.” He declared quite confidently.
“No, I’m good,” I responded curtly. “I know quite a bit about tech. I already know which one I want and I know what aisle it’s in.” He frowned a bit at that response.
“Okay, I get it. Not very friendly are you?” I guess I’m not exactly the most social type. He probably expected someone who looks like Mom to be more ditzy and stupid. “You’re a strong independent type that’s cool. Don’t need a man to help you. But could I at least take you out to dinner tonight?”
“Oh, I’m sorry I’m not interested in men.” I kind of just blurted that out without realizing how weird it would sound coming out of my mother’s mouth. But it was worth it. His expression was priceless. He was definitely shocked and had his mouth hanging. I took the opportunity to go find that webcam and buy it using my mother’s credit card.
After that, I went over to the lingerie store and picked out the hottest looking black set I could find. I knew instantly that my mom would look great in it.
“Nice choice!” A young college-aged employee with a ponytail said to me. “Let me guess, your boyfriend’s birthday is coming up soon.”
“Oh uh, gosh no nothing like that,” I said blushing. I always get flustered when I talk to cute women. “I uh, just, I’m married I guess.” I said lifting my mother’s hand.
“Wow, you look so young to be married already. Also, let me get you another size that looks a bit too small for your cup size.”
“Uh thanks,” I replied.
After I purchased the lingerie my last stop was the sex shop hidden in the far corner of the mall. I could feel the headset connection start to drop. I could feel my movements in my mother’s body start to become almost delayed. Quite sluggish. I better hurry.
As soon as I walked in I was greeted by the cashier. “Hey, how are you doing? What can I help you with today?” At first, I thought it might be a guy but it was a woman. She had short black hair and tons of piercings.
“I’m uh… looking for a dildo.” I said nervously.
“Sure, don’t be shy. How big and do you want it spiked?”
“Oh no, nothing like that.” I stammered. “I’ve actually never bought a dildo before or anything like that. I need a starter one. Small preferably.”
“First one? That’s cute.” She grinned. “Well, we’ve got this one only 5 inches.” She said pulling out one that looked like a penis with veins and everything.
“Ew, yuck!” I grimaced. “Why does it look like a dick?”
“Oh, so you don’t like penises then?” She asked curiously.
“Absolutely, not, got anything a bit smaller that looks, I don’t know smooth and non-realistic.”
“Of course.” She pulled out a plastic white vibrator that looked phallic but not realistic. “Here take this one. It vibrates and it’s quite small. It should be great to start with. I started with one just like it.”
“Great I’ll take it, how much?” I said starting to grab my mom’s credit card.
“It’s on the house.” She said trying to build up some courage. Now she was the shy one. “If you give me your number.”
“Sure!” I exclaimed. I’ve never had a woman ask me for my phone number before! Being in my mother’s body is awesome. I feel like such a social butterfly now. No wonder she’s always so happy. Her life is so easy. Everyone always wants to talk to her, ask her out, and help her out all the time. I could get used to this.
I put on the lingerie and some nylons then got to work setting up the brand-new webcam in my room. I put on a black face mask that matched so that no one would be able to recognize my mom. I was quite nervous when I hit the start streaming button.
“Hello, world!” I said waving my mom’s hand and smiling towards the camera. “My name is Simo- I mean Simone. Yeah, Simone! I am a brand new cam girl and I aim to please!” Wow, I sounded so stupid. Maybe this isn’t as easy as I thought.
“Stop talking and show us your breasts.” Was the first chat message I could see.
“Oh come on guys I know that’s not how it works. I can’t do it for free. Someone donate 5 bucks and get the ball rolling then I’ll start taking stuff off.”
“No, you’re a new streamer. Show us something first so we know if it’s worth it or not.”
“Ugh, fine. I’ll give you guys a glance but after that, I want to see some money come in got it?” I said as I flashed them my mother’s bare breasts for a couple of seconds before covering up again.
“Those melons were perfect babe. Here’s five bucks. Keep them exposed.”
“Thank you so much for the five uhm… Feetlover29.” I should expect weirder names honestly.
“How much to see your feet?” Was his follow-up message.
“Uh, I don’t know how much. I’ve never done this before.” I replied honestly. “I guess 20 for feet.”
“Deal sending right now. Show me those feet.”
“Sweet!” I said in her soft voice as I slowly lifted her feet to the webcam and wiggled my toes. I bet he liked that.
“This stream rules. I’m sending it to all my friends.” said a new viewer.
“This babe is fine. Why doesn’t she have more viewers?” Said another.
“I’ll Venmo you 100 dollars to mail me those nylons.” Said FeetLover29
“That’s a deal!” I nearly shouted as I slowly started rolling off the nylons so the webcam could see. “I’ll mail these first thing tomorrow. Now I think I’ll celebrate that transaction with this new dildo I just bought…”
I streamed for about two hours and made around 200 bucks. Not as much as Shirley makes but not bad for my first stream ever.
After that, I quickly cleaned up my mother’s body and dressed her in the clothes she was wearing that morning. I then lay her body down in bed and shut off the signal.
Pretty soon she woke up and started making dinner. It seems she is none the wiser about anything that happened today. Pretty soon my father arrived and we began eating dinner together.
But before I could start eating my father stopped me.
“Not so fast boy!” He said putting his arm in front of my food like a jerk.
“Only employed men get to eat around here. You better have good news.”
“Actually, I do,” I said with some backbone. “I made around 200 hundred dollars today.”
“That’s wonderful dear!” My mother said in her angelic voice. It was almost off-putting to hear her speaking normally. Her voice sounded deeper whenever I was using it.
“Doing what exactly?” My father questioned.
“It’s a uh, work-from-home gig. You know how I’m always on my computer and shit. It’s quite complex white hat stuff that has to do with system administration and servers etc. You probably wouldn’t get it.” I said trying to come up with terms that might confuse him enough stop asking.
“Uh yeah and what company is this with? Any I’ve heard of?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No, actually I’m going to be hired by several different companies as an independent contractor as they need me.”
“Got any proof?”
“Andrew please.” My mother scolded him for asking.
“No it’s fine mom, I have the proof right here,” I said raising my phone so my father could see my banking app and the transfer from earlier. Thank God the cam site sends it with a discreet company name.
“$195 sent today huh? That’s alright for your first job ever, but I expect you to work harder and make even more. You understand young man?”
“Absolutely sir.” I almost laughed at loud at that. He had no idea what he was asking me to do.
Dinner went well after that. The whole time I worried that the old boomer would mention or allude to what happened earlier this morning but strangely he didn’t. It’s crazy that he, a rude, arrogant, and lustful old man was following an order given to him by someone else. Is this opposite day?
After dinner, we followed our usual routine. I went up to my room while they spent time on the couch watching TV. Either network stuff or Fox News. Like always I decided to eavesdrop from the top of the stairs. I listened to see if the old man would let slip about anything I said while in my mother’s body. After all, if he starts talking to her about it, soon they could connect the dots. But he never did. I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks. He even mentioned how proud he was that I was making some money for once. I guess I’ll have to keep up my end of the bargain. I lay down in bed, put on the device, and pull the covers over my head. I activate the device and immediately my vision goes black as expected.
I feel my head fall slightly forward but I catch myself. The movement causes long strands of hair to sway into my vision. I also raise my hands just to make sure. Yup, small and delicate. I’m back in my mother’s
body.
“You okay Becca? Looks like you just nodded off.” I heard my father ask with concern.
“Huh? Oh, you’re talking to me? Yeah, I guess I’m a little tired…” I said nervously. “but enough about me.” I asserted trying to take back control. “Let’s talk about your good behavior so far today,” I said with a sneer. “You haven’t mentioned anything about this morning or anything about being pent up. This is very good so far.”
He gave me a dumb look. He was very confused.
“Is this a test right now?” He asked stupidly.
“No, this is not a test. You did well and I’m congratulating you. You can speak freely ya old boomer.” I said coldly.
“Hey! I’m just trying to follow these new orders you gave me!” He feigned being upset. “But damn do I love it when you talk to me like that.” He grinned.
Ew… I thought silently to myself.
“So uh you said I’d get to fuck you today?” He leaned forward excitedly.
“Yeah, yeah I know what I said,” I muttered as I maneuvered my mother’s body over the couch’s armrest. I positioned myself so that my boobs were hanging off the couch while my mother’s rear end was facing towards my old man. I lifted the dress so that he could get a nice view of my mother’s panty-covered ass. “Do me here from behind.”
He’ll probably think this is kinky but the truth is I don’t want to see his old stupid face while he does this. It’s already bad enough as it is.
“H-honey are you serious? You never let me do you doggy style, and here in the living room of all places?” He stuttered.
“Yeah, why not? It’s about time we try new things. Let’s get this over with. No need to waste time going upstairs and getting ready.” I said turning only my head towards him.
“Simon might hear us.”
“He won’t. Trust me. I bought him some noise-canceling headphones the other day with our credit card. That’s not a problem, right?”
“No of course not honey. It’s a great idea even!” He said agreeing with me as he placed his hands on my posterior and started feeling it up. "I can’t just go in raw though right?
Do you want me to warm you up first?" He asked.
“Sure, knock yourself out,” I said turning my head back forward and down, getting a nice view of my mother’s breasts. He swiftly moved his hand toward my crotch and began expertly rubbing my mound in
a circular motion.
“Mmmmmmm… FUCK that feels so good.” I moaned without meaning to.
“You’re swearing like a sailor these days, we’ll need a swear jar pretty soon.” He teased playfully at me while speeding up his movements.
“MMMMMFUCK A SWEAR JAR.” I nearly yelled. “AND FUCK ME ALREADY!” I said, completely giving in to these pleasurable urges.
“Yes ma’am.” He responded while quickly whipping out his shaft and pulling my panties off to the side. I didn’t want to turn around and look but I could just feel that he was lining up his member up to my entrance.
But instead of dreading it, I was yearning for it. I wanted, needed, something inside me. And soon I could feel it happen. It stretched
my entrance a bit on the way in.
“Yes…yes…yes…fuck…” I could hear myself moan as he rhythmically pounded into me. Fuck this was getting more intense than I thought. I started grabbing handfuls of my breasts as well. It feels so good when I’m filled up. But I can feel something else quickly start to build up. Soon enough I feel as though I am at the peak of something. On the edge. I feel every inch of my body tense up, from my back down to my toes. I clench everything and then suddenly, it all releases in crashing waves.
“OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, ME!” I scream. I just lost it. It’s such a huge release of energy and tension and the energy pulses throughout my body. It’s so mind-blowing that I completely forget what I’m doing or where I even am. I am completely lost in the moment. Lost in the feelings of pleasure and bliss. It’s an all-consuming ecstasy. Slowly my senses come back to me and I can feel myself panting heavily.
“Damn Becca. I’ve never seen you orgasm that hard before. You were shaking so much I almost got worried for a second. Was I that good?” He joked.
“Yeah… fuck… that was… excellent,” I said in-between breaths. I quickly got up and smoothed out the dress I was wearing. Trying my best to recompose myself so that I could try to regain some dignity in this situation. I didn’t want him to know how much I enjoyed that. “I’m going to go clean myself up and uh then I’ll probably knock out asleep. Remember, you don’t get to bring any of this up EVER unless I mention it first. Got it?”
“Yeah, I know it sweety. Trust me more of this and I’ll follow all of your rules. I swear.”
“Good boy,” I said trying to put him down by comparing him to a dog. He seemed unbothered by it though.
I went straight to my mother’s bathroom and cleaned her up the best I could. I also took off her clothes and snuck them into the bottom of the hamper so she wouldn’t see them in the pile of dirty clothes. After that, I grabbed a nightie I’d seen her wear a million times and lay her body down in bed.
“There that wasn’t so bad, right mom?” I said to myself in the darkness while I pressed down the button hidden in my mother’s scalp.
It’s been a couple of weeks. Things are great. Everyone in my family is happier than ever and I am richer than ever. Every stream I gain more followers and manage to make a few more bucks than the last stream. I’ve even been buying more outfits that I know my viewers will like. I’ve even found myself spending more and more time in her body. In fact, I’m starting to feel uncomfortable whenever I’m back in my own skin… My father is always in a good mood now and is even doing better at work. And all I had to do was take over my mother’s body for a couple of hours a week. It might be a bit unethical but I believe the ends more than justify the means.
2 weeks later
Father’s pov
“Damn woman. That was great. You’re putting me to work today.” I panted. “I need to go re-hydrate. I’ll be right back so we can go another round.”
“Don’t keep me waiting too long ya old boomer.” She said in a deep longing way. She started caressing herself as I left.
God, I love this new fiery side of my wife. One minute she’s as sweet as honey but when it’s time to get down and dirty she gets a mouth like a sailor. I mean it’s a little strange and she doesn’t let me initiate but as long as I get to have sex I don’t mind. Must be some new medication or something.
I went downstairs and cracked open the fridge looking for an energy drink of some kind so I could have another go at my wife but I couldn’t find any.
“I think Simon might keep a redbull or two in the mini-fridge in his room. He might make me buy it off him though.” I chuckled as I walked back up the stairs to his room.
“Hey boy I’m coming in,” I said as I knocked. “Are you working right now or something?” No response as I continued to knock.
“Okay well it’s my house and I’ve knocked enough so I’m coming in,” I said a bit louder as I walked in. It’s a mess in here as usual. I saw his fat outline under the blanket.
“Really Simon? Sleeping at 1 pm on a Sunday? It’s a beautiful day go out there and get some sunshine.” I said as I pulled off the covers.
“Holy shit… how is this possible?” I gasped as I saw the headset I had bought for my wife and her trainer. “This is… how did he…?”
“Oh, you fucked up this time Simon. I shouldn’t even be surprised anymore. You never cease to disappoint me.” I muttered as I marched straight back to the master bedroom.
I opened it swiftly and there I saw my wife’s naked body sprawled on the bed. “Took you long enough.” She growled as she spread her legs wide. “Are you ready for round 2, daddy?”
Fuck. I almost pounced on her right then and there. But I knew in the back of my mind how fucked up this all was. I know it’s not actually her.
“Son… I know it’s you in there.” Her expression instantly changed and went through a range of emotions. First panic, then shock, anger, then finally acceptance. She then tried to use her skinny delicate arms to cover up her naked body. As if she had suddenly developed a sense of shame. or should i say he? “Son clean up and leave her body. After that come see me in my den. We have a lot to discuss.” I ordered as I slammed the door shut.
“FUCK!” I heard through the shut door.
The End.