Possession Portal

As soon as shut off the water to the bathtub, I can hear the squeaking of box springs from my daughter’s bedroom. Bri’s swapped with me four times now, and then had her best friend on my dick not long after. Apparently her friend can’t get enough of it. I’d be jealous, except, look at me. I’m freaking hot. Thankfully, I can admire the view with ease. After the first time Bri and I swapped with the family remote, I had this mirror installed in front of the bathtub. She was right. I do like to take baths when I’m in her body. “I’m such a dirty girl, Daddy,” I say, loving how sexy her voice sounds. I dip her boobs into the water, then bring them up in front of the mirror. I sway them back and forth as the bubbles cling to them. “Make sure to clean me EVERYWHERE Daddy,” I tease. “Not just my boobies.” I stand and turn Bri’s ass towards the mirror. “You like staring at my jiggly butt, don’t you Daddy? Go ahead, make me shake it for you.” I watch her bare ass jiggle,then run a soapy hand down her cheeks. I can’t wait any longer, and move a hand between her legs to touch myself. I’m sure Bri’s having fun in my body with her friend, but she’s not gonna have as many orgasms as I’m about to have in hers.

When I get hard, I’ll agree to just about anything, something my wife took advantage of UNTIL I learned I could swap our bodies. Now it’s my turn to start getting things I want. I love hearing how quickly I can make my wife change her mind. “Okay, I rode your expensive jet ski, now you’re taking it back. No! Don’t swap us here! Geez! Why is your dick so hard? Wait! Don’t just take my bikini off! Oooooh wow. Yeah, fuck me with my pussy. No, I’m not mad anymore. Yes, you can keep the jet ski, just don’t stop fucking me!”

My best friend Mark signed up for swap class, and he’s coming over now to show me what body he got assigned to for the week. I was NOT prepared for how good he’d look when he did. “Hey dude,” he said when I opened the door. Gone was the pimply face and the chubby physique. Now he had a face that would turn heads, and a body that would stop traffic, and he was bringing it inside my house! “You w-want some w-water or something?” I stammered. My question made Mark giggle. I’d never heard him giggle ever, but in this body it made sense. I wanted to hear it again, because it sounded amazing. “Geez, you’re so nervous now,” he said with an eye roll. “Just cause I’m in this body? I’m still me in here you know.” He went over and lay down on my couch where we normally play video games together. I watched as he slowly ran a hand up his side. “It is a good body though,” he added. I wasn’t aware that my mouth had fallen open as my eyes traced every move of his beautiful fingers. “You’re staring,” he teased. I looked away, embarrassed, while I blurted out, “I didn’t expect you to be someone so gorgeous. It’s making me so…” but I didn’t finish, cause Mark did it for me. “Hard? Can I…see?” I shuffled nervously as he focused on the visible bulge in my jeans. “What? Why would you want to see it?” I asked. “You’re not gay.” Mark nodded, but his eyes never left my crotch. “You’re right. I’m not. But in this body…I don’t understand it, but the fact that I’m turning you on right now is turning ME on, and it feels like…like I just really need to see your dick.” And then his hands drifted up to the white crop top he was wearing, and I could see his boobs. They were perfect. In a voice laced with seduction, he said, “I’ll keep going if you take it out and stroke it for me. A second later, my pants and underwear were around my ankles. Mark didn’t laugh. Neither did I. We just kept staring as we began to touch our own bodies.

My husband Will bought me this ridiculous costume for me to wear for his birthday. It’s supposed to be this comic book character I guess. Apparently ladies in that world wear super tight latex that accentuates their boobs. I bring this up to my sister, Sarah, who is also a giant nerd. She tells me all about this catwoman person, and gives me all these tips and things to say that would get me into character. “But I don’t WANT to get into character,” I whine. “I don’t want to do ANY of this! Why can’t he just buy me normal lingerie that shows off my boobs and ass and then fuck me like a normal person?” Sarah looks at me for a few moments, and I can tell I’ve upset her. She licks her lips and quietly says, “I…I’d be willing to…sub in for you. Just this once. Cause it’s Will’s birthday and all.” I raise an eyebrow at what she’s suggesting. My sister is a hopper, who never hops anyone. I think I’m the only person she ever has, and that’s cause I’d beg her to in order to pass tests or do something else I didn’t want to do. Because she looks up to me, she’s always said yes. This is the first time she’s offered. I’ve always suspected she had a crush on my husband, and now here’s her chance to fuck him while also looking like a supportive sister. What she doesn’t know is I don’t care, as long as I don’t have to remember wearing that silly outfit. “I don’t know,” I say with a smile. “He said he wanted me to act extra slutty in it.” I see my sister’s cheeks go red, but then she nods and says, “That’s…that’s fine. I can be…slutty for him.” I laugh and tell her to go for it, and she hops me. I wake up sore the next morning feeling like we had sex all night, and my husband is happier than I’ve ever seen him. “Babe, you were so amazing last night. Thanks for suggesting we record it. I hope I played it up for the camera like you wanted. I know you sure did. Let’s watch it and have sex again.” I checked my phone. Sure enough, there was video of me dressed as this catwoman. And it looks like I’d sent a copy to Sarah. Well played, sis.

I beheld the dinner table spread my wife had painstakingly slaved away at for the last several hours. I sat down and began amassing a hefty plate. I don’t know why she made so much since it was just the two of us this year. Probably trying to make our first Thanksgiving alone special. I got a big heaping of my favorite dish, the stuffing. I took a bite, and as soon as I swallowed it, my wife asked eagerly, “Do you like it?” I should have given my reply more thought, but we ain’t been married long and I’m still learning that the best response isn’t always the honest one. “It’s not as good as my mom’s.” Next thing I know my wife’s face gets real red, and I can practically see the smoke coming out her ears. I’m reminded of my dad’s warning to never marry a witch, as my wife raises her wand, and I feel myself start to transform. Suddenly I’m all curvy, and as I look down, I realize I’m an exact copy of my Ma, just without any clothes. I notice my wife is transforming too, into a copy of me! My eyes drift to the very familiar cock between her legs. It’s hard. I want it so badly for some reason. Another wave of her wand and all the dishes disappear from the table. She pushes me down with her strong arms, and shoves her hard dick into my hairy pussy. WIth a growl she says, “Ya like this stuffing better, momma’s boy?!”

I took Chip’s words not as an exclamation of erotic pleasure, but as an invitation to do more. He began to panic as I lifted my sister’s legs and positioned my dick outside her dripping hole. “Hey, no! Get that thing away from me!” he complained in her high pitched whiny voice. The kind she used when I showed her something disgusting on my phone. “I don’t think so,” I said, and proceeded to shove my member all the way up her wet cunt. It went in so easily, but gripped me tightly, welcoming me, coaxing me deeper. “Aah, it’s so big!” Chip cried, his voice morphing from surprise to pleasure. “Shit, you’re not really her ‘little’ brother, are you.” I could tell he was trying to make up his mind whether to stop me or not. The more I thrust, the more he seemed to want it as much as I did. “I guess, ah, you can keep going since you’re already in there. I’ll even help you finish. Watch as I suck her titties.” He hesitated, then continued, trying to take on her persona. “Mm, give it to me BIG Bro.” The effect worked. As she lifted her boob to her mouth, I forgot Chip was in there at all, and I proceeded to fuck my sister hard.

I’d been letting Chip dictate the terms up to this point, but that stopped now as I stood and pushed my sister’s body onto my bed. “Hey, hey whoa!” he huffed. “Sucking her boobs is one thing, but I’m not gonna let you fuck me!” I thought he was going to kick me as I spread my sister’s legs, but as I lowered my face to her glistening slit, Chip understood. “Oh! You want to eat her out. Why didn’t you just say so dude.” He shuddered as I put my tongue firmly on my sister’s clit, but I raised my head a second later to say, “Keep calling me Bro.” Chip gave a whimper at the sudden loss of my tongue. “Uh, sure thing. Just k-keep licking my pussy, Bro.” I went back to her bushy mound and buried my face into it. Chip gave an ecstatic moan. “Shit! This feels better than getting a blowjob! Maybe if I’d done this more to your sister she wouldn’t have dumped me. Aah! Yeah, just like that ‘Bro.’ Yes! Yes! Oh fuck ME! No, wait! I didn’t mean it like that!”

I told myself that my curse was a secret I’d take to the grave, but when my wife of five years opened up about her fantasy of being with a woman, I brought her to the piano. I told her to stand and watch while I played. As I began to play the notes, I told her the story of what happened long before I met her. I’d run afoul of a witch, and she’d put a curse on me while she whistled the melody that I now played for my wife. Whenever I hear it, be it whistled or played, I will begin to transform into a beautiful woman, and stay that way until the stroke of midnight. I felt the magic stirring within me as I played note after note. My hair grew longer, my features softened, my pecs became large breasts. As I played the last note, I became fully woman. I looked at my wife, and instead of shock, she was drooling over my feminine form. “Let’s go to bed,” she said hungrily. Maybe, just maybe, that witch did me a favor.

After teasing me for a week and making me think she’d been possessed by my best friend, my wife finally confessed that it had all been a ruse. She’d enjoyed dressing in her new tight outfits and winding me up. And she’d especially loved the way I’d fucked her harder than I ever had in my life. She surprised me further though with what she proposed next. “I want Tyson to hop me for real.” I tried to protest, but she argued, “Darling, if just the idea of your friend possessing me turned you on this much, imagine what it will be like when he’s ACTUALLY in control of my body.” With that kind of logic, I readily agreed, and we invited Tyson over that next day for dinner. Steph and I told him he finally had permission to hop her, and after we assured him we were serious, he hopped her as soon as the meal was finished. He stood her up, and turned her leather clad butt in my direction. He began using her long nails to fondle her cheeks and said, “Damn. I never thought I’d get this chance to feel this masterpiece.” I just watched, getting harder and harder, until finally I said, “She’s got a special outfit for you to change into, for when we, uh…” “Fuck?” he finished for me as he pulled the leather pants down. “It’s not the first time, dude. And now that you’ve given me access to Steph’s awesome body, it won’t be the last.”

I came home to find my wife modeling a pink pair of skintight pants that did an amazing job showing off her perfect ass. “Hi babe,” she purred as she swayed her hips back and forth.”I’m trying to decide what to wear out. I just got these pink pants, but also have some new blue ones. Wait here and you can see and help me decide.” She ran off, leaving me with a raging boner. She’d been wearing a lot of sexy stuff around the house, but this was the first time she’d mentioned wearing it for a date. A few minutes later she came back and began modeling the blue ones for me. “Are you really going to wear something like this in public?” I asked as tactfully as I could. “Yeah, why not?” she said with a sly smile. “I mean, it’s MY body after all.” The way she emphasized ‘my.’ It was just another reason for me to suspect that my best friend had hopped her and was making her act like this. “Let’s invite Tyson,” I said casually. “He’d appreciate your butt in those pants so much.” In the middle of posing seductively, she said, “I sure would.” A second later she looked with wide eyes and said, “I mean…HE sure would.”

“Have you ever thought about being with a woman?” my husband asked. We’d been sharing a glass of wine and talking about our kinks and fantasies. None of them had made me bat an eye, until that one. It made me go bright red, and Dan interpreted that correctly as a yes. “Anyone I know?” he prodded. “No,” I lied. “Then who?” he countered. He was very keen to know, but how can I possibly tell him that the woman I have a huge crush on right now is his sister Brooke! He’d go from being aroused to sickened. But Dan is VERY stubborn, so after a few days of asking, I tell him. Turns out, he wasn’t sickened at all. In fact, it was the complete opposite. Because my husband hadn’t shared his biggest fetish. Incest. Since we now had a shared interest in the same person, Dan made a suggestion. Brooke and her husband lived a couple hours away, but they would often visit us for the weekend and spend the night. The next time they did, Dan wanted to hire a bodyhopping prostitute to hop his sister so we could all have a kinky threesome. It was a crazy idea, but the very thought made me jump his bones right there. The next time Brooke and her husband visited, we spent a wonderful evening together. I made sure to keep topping off her husband’s wine glass so he’d turn in early. Sure enough, he excused himself around 10pm and went to the guest room on the other side of the house. My husband texted the hopper, who was on standby, and she was inside Brooke five minutes later. I had my mouth on her perky tits five seconds after that. My husband began stroking himself to the sight of his wife and sister making out. The hopper turned Brook’s face towards my husband and began moaning as I flicked her tits with my tongue. I had to put a hand over her mouth to keep her from being too loud. Don’t want Brooke’s husband catching us. He’d tell his wife and they probably would never visit again. Can’t let that happen. Cause I’m hoping this will become a regular thing.

My workday was interrupted by a video call from my wife. I was delighted to see she was topless on my screen. She knows how much I love her boobs. How if I could, I’d spend all day with them in my mouth. Unfortunately, she finds my obsession with her them kind of annoying, so this is a special treat. But then she spoke. It wasn’t her voice. It was a man’s. And it belonged to her stalker. “It took some doing, Keith, but now I’m closer to your wife than ever.” I watched as he lifted one of her D cups to her mouth, and swirled her tongue around a nipple. Despite how terrible this was, the sight made me hard. I actually leaned closer to the screen as she spit onto her tit, then took as much of it as she could into her mouth. With a devious grin he said, “Obviously this violates my restraining order, but you won’t tell. Not if you ever want to suck on these titties again. Thanks to your wife’s memories, I know they’re your weak spot, and she’s always keeping them from you. Well it doesn’t have to be that way anymore.” The stalker suddenly switched to her actual voice. “Why don’t you come home and suck on ‘em with me baby. As much as you want. All day. Every day. They’re your playthings too for as long as I’m here.”

Tracy, my wife, was subjecting me to another binge watching session of reality TV. I’d much rather be fucking her brains out, but this is what we do for love. When the doorbell chimed, she paused it and got up to see who it was while I stayed on the couch. I watched her disappear around the corner and heard our front door open. “Can I help you?” her voice asked nervously. Then I heard her give a soft yelp, and I was on my feet, heading for the front door. I got there just in time see her shut it, then she whirled around. She looked me up and down, then grinned slyly, and held out something to me. It was two pairs of handcuffs. Before I could ask where she got them, she said, “How about we go to our bedroom and fool around with these.” Thoughts about who was at the door temporarily vanished, and I led the way quickly to our upstairs bedroom. “Get your clothes off,” she ordered. She was usually very submissive in bed, so seeing her like this was getting me rock hard. She eyed our bed frame as I undressed. She went over and tested it, seeing how sturdy it was, as if she hadn’t been the one to pick it out a few years ago when we got married. “This’ll do nicely,” Tracy continued. “Now lay on your back on the mattress and spread your arms on each side.” I did as she said, and felt the cold metal bracelets tighten around my wrists moments later. “Wow, these feel like the real deal,” I said, giving them a tug. I couldn’t move, and felt very exposed. Tracy began to slowly undress. “Oh, they are. Got them off a real policeman last week.” I chuckled at her joke, but stopped as her amazing boobs came into view. Didn’t matter how many times I’d seen them, I always wanted to see them again. She climbed onto our bed in just her black panties and put her hair behind her head. Then she began kneading and shaking her boobs right in front of me. “Want me to fuck you?” she teased. “Yes, please.” She took off her panties and said, “Just remember, you wanted this.” I didn’t know what that meant, and I didn’t care, as her velvety soft pussy began sliding inch by inch down my throbbing shaft. Her mouth opened and her eyes rolled back in her head as she took me all in.” “Mm, I do like em big,” she moaned. Just then I heard a crash from downstairs. “Someone’s in the house!” I whispered, my eyes wide with alarm. Instinctively I tried to get up, but the handcuffs held me fast to the bed frame. My wife just smiled sweetly at me, and instead of helping me get free, she began to roll her hips, stirring up my dick inside her. She put her boobs just above my face and said, “Don’t worry ‘hubby,’ that’s just my partner coming to rob you now that I’ve successfully hopped your wife and handcuffed you to your bed. You don’t need to yell or struggle. Just stay hard for me and keep your eyes on these luscious tits.” As she said this, she began to feel herself up again, really appreciating her boobs like I’d never seen her do before. “Ooh, you got harder as you watched me play with her boobs. I can’t blame you. I’d be hard too if I were in my own body.” My wife began to bounce then, making her boobs jiggle each time. “Keep staring at em ‘hubby.’ And stay hard. Otherwise I won’t win the bet.” The squeak of the box springs grew louder, as did my wife’s moans as she rode me. “What bet?” I managed to ask. I watched my wife shudder as she came, then she resumed a slower pace on my cock that was begging for it to be his turn. My wife licked her lips and said, “I bet my partner that even knowing a hopper was inside your stacked wife, I could still get you to cum before we have to leave.” The bastard won that bet less than a minute later.

Staci had gone to see who was at the front door, and a second later I heard her scream, “John! Help!” Panic coursed through me as I rushed to her, and got there just in time to see her body crumpling inward as if it were a blowup doll losing air. She was being held by a large man with the coldest smile I’d ever seen. In his other hand, he held a weird gun. A second later, it fired at me, and I felt a sharp sting in my arm. I took out the dart, and looked at it curiously as if I couldn’t understand how it got there. “Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “That dart doesn’t make you a skin, it just knocks you out.” That was the last thing I heard before I slumped to the floor, unconscious. When I awoke I was tied to a chair in my own living room. My brain was foggy, but I was elated to see my wife was okay! I glanced around, but saw no sign of our attacker. “H-hey babe,” I groaned. “Can you untie me?” She made no move to do so, but kept doing sexy poses while slowly spinning in a circle. She’d gotten dressed to go out while I’d been unconscious. She had on heels, and the sexiest pair of skintight pants she owned. She never wore those. Said they made her butt look huge and rode up her ass too much. That’s precisely why I liked them. “This outfit will attract a lot of eyes, and hands,” she suddenly said. “I’ll get laid in no time.” I watched her run a finger up the crease of her ass. “Every guy’s gonna wanna fuck me from behind. Can’t say I blame them.” I interrupted her exploration of her body by struggling against my bonds which rattled the chair. She glared at me for a second, but then gave me a warm smile. “Now, now, honey. If you ever want your wife back, you’ll stay right there like a good boy till I return. If you get free and call the cops, you’ll never see her again. I’ll add her skinsuit to my collection permanently.” She walked over and sat on my lap, grinding her ass against me, making the blood flow to my dick. “I got a rule about never keeping married women, but with an ass like this, I’d gladly make an exception.” She felt me get hard and exclaimed, “Ooh! Someone’s feeling frisky.” She gave her butt a wiggle, making me elicit a moan. She went to the door, blew a kiss and said, “Maybe I’ll let you fuck me when I come back. As long as you don’t mind getting sloppy fourths, or fifths.”

I’d gone to tell Marcus how I really felt. I really thought he’d been sending me signals, so there I was, standing at his front door. And then he dropped the bomb. “I’m sorry, Brenda,” Marcus said gently. “You’re really great, and…I’m sorry if you thought I was flirting with you. But the truth is, I’m in love with your sister, Aubrey.” The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks, and I stormed away, leaving Marcus there at his front door. As I walked home I recalled how much Marcus had visited my house this past month. How he’d been so nice to me, laughed at my jokes, even gave me that big hug. But of course he hadn’t wanted ME. He’d wanted HER. My sister, Aubrey. If there was ever a choice between the two of us, guys would always pick Aubrey. I was the smart, chubby, awkward sister, while Brenda was a shallow princess with the face and figure of a model. But looks were apparently all that mattered to boys, so fuck it. If that’s what Marcus wanted, I’d give it to him. I went to the attic and found my grandma’s old books of spells. She’d told me once that she’d tried ot get rid of it, but it seemed tied to the family somehow, and would always return. She made Aubrey and I swear to never use the spells inside, because it was mostly dark magic. That didn’t matter now though, because this was an emergency! I rifled through its pages, and found the one I was looking for. A spell to possess a person’s body. Before I could change my mind, I cast it, and a moment later, my body became ethereal. I flew down to my sister’s room, passed through her shut door, and went into her body. I didn’t explore my new home. I’d grown up with it. I grabbed her phone and with a shaky hand, began recording my new self in front of her mirror. “H-hey, Marcus. I heard you have a crush on me or whatever.” I’m really gonna have to work on not being my awkward self. I needed to be more confident. Needed to embrace Aubrey’s sex appeal. I lifted my right arm and slipped it under the pink top and black bra Aubrey was wearing, and pulled it down, exposing my new body to the camera. I pulled down the other side too a second later, and there they were. Aubrey’s big tits. They’d made so many guys forget I was even in the room. Now I would use them to make Marcus come a runnin’. “If you want to be my boyfriend, you should come over.” I texted him the video, and within 5 minutes, Marcus was at MY front door. I wish he had picked the real me, but now at least in some sense, we’ll both get what we want.

I’m an alien shapeshifter that was sent to this planet to do reconnaissance for the impending invasion. My small ship malfunctioned and I crash landed in a human dwelling’s backyard. I slid quickly from my craft in the form of an ooze. My mission was still a go, I just needed to blend in and try to learn what I could. I crept stealthily into the home and spied two humans. Given their conversation I deduced they were a family unit. A mother and a daughter. The daughter left the home shortly after. This was my chance. I morphed my body into an exact likeness of the daughter. I might have been too hasty, because I think the mother might have seen me. I began to make dialogue with the mother to try and keep my cover. “Mother, I have returned. Please let us converse more about this planet.” Her eyes went wide, and she smiled. Then she began to examine me from every angle as if something were amiss. I wondered if I should have shifted more layers of clothing on this body. The mother seemed to think everything was acceptable however, and took my hand. She led me upstairs, and then things got strange. She began treating me like a mate instead of a daughter. This confused me, but if this is what it took to gain intel for the impending invasion, I would do what was required. She keeps insisting I call her ‘Mommy’ though, and telling me things to say. “I love licking your boobs Mommy. Please, make me feel good.”

Tyson was my former college roommate, and now best friend. He was tall, attractive black man, and also a skilled bodyhopper. He used his ability to great effect in our college days to fuck half the campus. He offered to let me participate more sometimes when he hopped a beautiful woman. Because he was my friend, I put it off and put it off, but finally gave in, and we hooked. It was just the one time, but it was electric. It might have become a regular thing, except shortly after, I met my future wife Stephanie. I made Tyson promise to never hop her. When he got a look at her sexy body and perfect ass, he whined like I was denying him the ability to breathe. I understood though. Tyson’s always been an ass man. Me too. Tyson and I hang out at least once a week, and I often catch him checking out Stephanie’s butt. He’s never asked to hop her, but I know he would if I asked. I sometimes catch myself fantasizing about it actually. My best friend in control of my wife’s body. Feeling up her curves. Seducing me in bed. But he promised he would never. Except…well, recently, my wife has started to really take an interest in tighter clothing that accentuates her ass. Like, REALLY accentuates it. Outfit after outfit. They don’t look cheap, but I ain’t gonna complain because damn! All I can think about is Tyson would kill to see this. Except…what if he broke his promise, and he’s the one that is making this happen? So I carefully ask her why the sudden need to wear such tight, sexy clothing, and she just smiled, grabbed me by the hand, and then pulled me into the bedroom for some of the steamiest sex we’ve ever had. And the whole time, I thought maybe Tyson was inside her. And that thought kept me so fucking hard.

“You possessed my sister!” I exclaimed rather loudly. Lori put a finger to her lips, then dragged me to my room. “I thought you’d figured it out!” she hissed. “I’m Chip! I kinda panicked when your sister dumped me tonight. I knew she was thinking about it, so I had a spell I’d gotten from my grandma’s old book that would-” “A spell!” I interjected loudly. “What are you talking about?” She put a finger on my lips and said, “Keep it down. I was about to tell you. I thought it was a spell that would keep a couple together no matter what. Uh, I guess it kinda did that, just not in the way I was hoping.” It was a crazy thing to believe, but then the story lined up with Lori’s odd behavior. “So…can you undo the spell?” I asked. Chip/Lori nodded slowly, but then said, “But, look, I love her dude. Let me stay in her for a little bit. Just a day or two. Please?! I got access to her mind, so I can act just like her while I’m here. I can be the perfect sister.” For the second time that night, Chip caught me staring at my sister’s body, and added with a smirk, “Or…maybe you want something else?” I undid my pants as he kept talking. “I could give you another look at her body. And this time you wouldn’t have to worry about looking getting caught. You could look as much as you wanted.” He suddenly realized what I was doing as I lowered my jeans. “OH! You’re getting naked! That’s…fine. I guess I got my answer then.” He stood, and after a moment’s hesitation, dropped the towel, giving me the opportunity to ogle my sister to my heart’s content.

All the other times Lucas had worn skinsuits of people, it had been for a short period of time. But he stayed inside my mom for weeks. Weeks of him pretending to be her. Of fooling my dad during the day and fucking him loudly at night. And every second Lucas and I were alone in my house, he was using my mother’s body as a weapon. He’d make me look at her while he showered or masturbated, and then mock me when I got hard. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Today he made me bring him a bottle of oil, then made me watch as he poured it over my mom’s naked body. Then he used her hands to rub it all around. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I kept almost reaching out to touch her soft, slippery skin. I heard the desperation in my voice as I asked, “When are you going to leave, Lucas?” Mom grinned and said, “Are you sure you want me to, Johnny? I see how bad you want to touch Mommy. Are you sure you want me to leave? Seems like you’d rather fuck me instead you disgusting pervert. Ha! Maybe one day I’ll finally let you. But not today. Today you can go jack off in your room like I know you do every night, as you think about this body.”

When Lucas returned with several lingerie bags, he told me I would get to rate how each new outfit looked on my mom’s body. I told him to go fuck himself, but then he threatened to tell my dad what a mother loving pervert I was if I didn’t comply. Even worse, he made me do it…naked. He said it would ensure honest responses. “I want your Dad to fuck me even better than last night,” my mom said. “So be a dear and tell me which one turns you on the most. Keep your legs spread so I can see that small dick of yours. Wow. Maybe you got switched at birth. That is so much smaller than your father’s.”

She left and came out in another outfit. “What about this one? Does this make you want to fuck Mommy?” She grinned as she saw me get an erection. “Ooh, you want to fuck me so bad, don’t you, Johnny. Well you can’t. But maybe I’ll give you permission to touch yourself. Would you like that? Go ahead, wrap your hand around that pathetic cock and jerk for your Momma.”