Chapter #4Like mother like son... by: Enigma   You put your hands down by your sides and close your eyes, focusing on your desire. To your surprise, you don't feel anything changing for a couple of seconds so you open your eyes. Your room is still too dark to see, so you reach over your shoulder to turn on a lamp, but it isn't where it should be. You fumble around a little more until a strange weight wiggling on your chest stops you searching. Your heart pounds a little harder in excitement as you hesitantly touch your hair and feel how much longer and silkier it usually feels. Your eyes have adjusted enough for you to realize that you are no longer lying in your bedroom, but your mother's! Your breath catches as you carefully get out of her bed and head to the glow light in her bathroom, noticing that the air around your legs and shoulders is a lot more cooler than it was a minute ago. It takes a lot of willpower to stop yourself from touching your body, because you want to really feel the impact of what you just wished for, so you enter the master bathroom and flick on the light.
Immediately, you see your mom in a lavender negliee appearing a little disheveled and tired with look of confusion that changes to one of mirthful anticipation, as you realize that you have possessed your mother. You had wanted to know what your mom felt like at that moment, but you were expecting to gain intimate knowledge of her senses as you would eventually "push" her into a self-pleasuring mood. Now it looks like the stone has instead put you inside her quite literally! You glance down at the stone in your now feminine hand and wonder if your mother is now in your body.
You look back up at your mom's reflection, push a strand of hair away from your face, and use the stone to alter the mirror to show your own body. The mirror image changes to a scene where your body is still laying back on your bed, but an arm has flopped off the side, and your eyes are staring vacantly at the ceiling. Satisfied, you restore the mirror and smile at your mom's reflection. Your mom still a beautiful woman despite the fact she is rearing three children by herself. Her chestnut hair cascades over your shoulders, as you move your head around to examine your face. Her big light blue round eyes gaze over your smooth oval face without dimples or pronounced cheekbones, yet the sides of your face look slim with a glowing pale complexion.
Now that you are the matriarch of the house, you decide to take a little break from your life and give yourself an enjoyable evening. You pose your new body and say to the reflection, "Mom-I mean...Mary, you look absolutely gorgeous in that outfit. Since you ' loaned ' me this body," you fling your arm out and point back at the bedroom," I going to march you in there to give yourself the best orgasm you have ever felt!" You giggle and blow a kiss at yourself, then you put the stone down on the counter and glance down at your new body. "Though I might have to do a self inspection first." you mutter to yourself as you run your hands down the sides of your negliee. You look straight down your chest and stare at the cleavage between your enormous D-cup breasts and gently hold the pair with both hands. Every squeeze elicits a good feeling that works its way down your spine to your groin, leaving you with shallow breaths. It felt similar to the sensation you get from an erection, but it happened in several spots instead, and the intensity was slower to build up to.
You pull your shift down to let your breasts spill and marvel at how great a figure your mom's body still is. Your new reflection follows your movements as you lick one of your index fingers, then start to slowly rub and twist your nipples between it and your thumb, which causes you to blush and emit a soft moan. To your amazement, your nipples contract and stick out, increasing their sensitivity. You manage to tear yourself away from the bathroom and head over to the bed. You pull the negliee off slowly and bask in the sensations of the smooth silk seemingly caressing your sensitive skin; you also revel in the way your new hair whips around your head, like a floating cloud. You lay back down on the bed and gaze down the length of your body as you continue to massage and tease your breasts again.
Around the navel, you can barely see the faint stretch marks from the repeated pregnancies mom had, not even a wrinkle, loose flaps of skin, or any discernible body fat. It's like you're in the body of a very mature model, and you silently praise mom for all the fine work she did to keep her body in fantastic shape. You let a hand slide across your taunt abdomen all the way to your new plumbing equipment until your fingers find the fleshy slit below the neatly shaved, fine mass of hair between your firm and long legs. Underneath you, your ass feels like pillow cushion that lets you jiggle aroundm even on top of your bed. On a whim, you manage to bring one of your feet all the way up past your head and hook it like a yoga instructor does, letting you quietly giggle at the mental image of your mom pleasuring herself with both of her ankles locked together behind her head.
After you unfold yourself, you finally get to the task of exploring your new pussy with both hands. Gently stroking a finger up and down, you let yourself feel the erotic tingle move all the way up your spine to both tits and you insert a couple more fingers into your passageway. You shudder as begins to spasm (and to your astonishment) stretch deeper into yourself. You realize, with some irony, that you are fooling around with the very intimate organ that bore you and your sisters, and you just can't get enough of it! Thrusting part of your hand back and forth further in, increases the rate of every wave of pleasure hits you all over until you tense your back and clench your feet as an enormous pressure washes over your entire body; starting at your vagina and ending at the top of your head and skin. You lean back and gasp with relief and awe as you realize how much more intense a woman's orgasms are, but not nearly as much tension of the whole body or as sudden as your male body experiences.
The aftermath of your pleasurable ordeal becomes apparent as one of your hands is now covered with a warm, sticky, and thin coating of vaginal fluid. You moan a little at how much effort you had to put in just to achieve one orgasm, but a notion hits you that mom has a kinky way of dealing with such a quandary. With your non-sticky hand, you fumble around your mom's nightstand and under the bed until you find the flexible object you were looking for. In the near darkness, you're gratified to discover that your mom's secret toy is battery powered. You smile as you turn the vibrating shaft on and gently insert it into your vaginal opening. The sudden intensity returns but not quite as powerful before, so you decide to lock your ankles behind your head to provide more access, and as you use on hand on the toy, you use the other to pull a breast up to your mouth and suck on it. The entire combination brings on multiple orgasms only after a couple of minutes, and you are in full panting and groaning mode as you find out just how the other sex enjoys..., well, sex.
In your excitement, you manage to push yourself into a sex coma and fall asleep, waking up to the sound of your mom's alarm going off. With a jolt, you jump out of bed and dash to the bathroom, only to remember that you are a mature woman with a whole weekend to herself and not an over-worked teenager who usually sleeps in the entire time. Your naked and tousled body leans in towards the mirror with a gleeful face, as you consider what kinds of mischief you can get up to with your new-found identity. You head to the door and listen for any sound of your sisters' movements or chatter before you dare to leave the safety of your mother's room stark naked. You prance up and down the hallway, before you decide to grab a video camera downstairs, and make a ridiculous show of your mom's body making lewd poses and gestures, dirty jokes, and a quick masturbation session for possible future blackmail or enjoyment opportunities. You get bored after an hour and decide to clean up mom's body and the house. After a couple more hours pass, you have a clean house (done with only an apron donned on) a comfortable blouse and low-cut shorts, with a smoking hot look after trial and error with mom's make up. You fall back on the sofa and kick a leg up and down on one knee as you ponder what to do next.
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