Jessica won't mind.. right?
That's what you're thinking as you kneel down to Marisa, leaning forward, you tip her head up to look at you with your fingers. Her eyes display not the expected sense of lust, but a sense of.. longing. It's as if she's fostered a deep love for you for such a long time, and now that you're intimate with her, she's crying silently in joy. But you don't know this person, not one bit. She's not even a person, she's a body, being worn by some sick guy with a laser pen.
But that doesn't concern you, all that concerns you right now is the shapely breasts of Marisa, her curves as they run down past them, her wide hips below a slim, toned waist. Your hands soon trace her body as your eyes so, and you gently caress her thighs, before looking at your prize inbetween them.
"Do it.." You hear a voice whisper, she's almost begging.
You grip her legs and pull her away from the wall, she slides down with her arms above her head, then laying her back on the wet floor. Her black curls sprawl in the water, fanning out into a wet array of onyx strands. You slide your hands up her thighs again, putting your mouth to her flower and you do what you must.
She whines, moans and soon screams in pleasure, your hands massage her thighs and pelvis as your tongue works her clit thoroughly.
"Agh! Aaaaghhhmmmm, mmmph!" She involuntarily sputters, her moans turned from sharp to muffled by the biting of her lip.
Moving up her body, keeping your head in place however, your tongue skims the surface, licking her rich skin as you snake upwards.
You feel her abs tense as you stimulate them, she giggles. Her fingers, unsure of what to do, touch your arms and tremble.
Letting loose of a rumbling growl from your throat, you announce your arousal in addition to your rock hard member. Moving up on her suddenly, the movement causes her breasts to jiggle, and she tries to raise her torso using her elbows. You promptly push her chest with your fingers and lay her back down, denying her the effort of protesting. Assuming a comfortable position, you hear a gasp, then a moan as you enter her.
It's warm.. hot, actually, and it's kind of familiar. Memories of having intimate moments with Jessica flash through your head and you realise something.
Marisa acts very similar to Jessica..
In that instant you stop as your eyes open, the spray of hot water cancelling any other noise around you as you pull yourself from inside of her.
She opens her eyes soon after and questioningly raises her brow. You stand quickly, and step away.
"What's wrong David..?" She says, standing up as well.
"You... Jessica?" You ask.
A mixture of surprise, dismay and horror flashes across Marisa's face. You grimace.
"Why.." You simply whisper.
Turning around, you turn off the water and pull the shower curtain. She folds her arms under her breasts, staring at you.
You can't help but see a shadow of Jessica's form inside Marisa's whenever you look at her. At first, you think you're hallucinating, but you soon find out that after a couple of blinks, there's more than Jessica inside. It's like.. an onion. Strange analogy, but appropriate. These other layers are being worn ontop of each other, Marisa on the outside, Jessica underneath her, and the vision gets more and more unclear the further along you see.
"Who are you? Why are you wearing all those skins?" You demand to know, a fierce look in your eye.
Marisa looks up suddenly, and then frowns. Clearly what you're asking is strange.
"How do you know..?" She mutters.
Stepping forward, you grab her shoulders and spin her around. It's easy, due to the slippery floor. Throwing your arms under hers, her firm rear braces your hard member as you force your arms up, your hands around the back of her neck. You've got her in a successful headlock, she's helpless.
You hear her laugh softly, her shoulders shrugging in your lock.
"You've got me, David. Now what?" She says.
"Tell me who you are, and why you're doing all this.." You say, rather lamely.
"Might as well, I guess." She says. "Truth is, David, I've been in more people than just your mother."
"I am your mother."
You're dazed, this is just ridiculous now. You're confident that she's lying. Or he. Or it. WhateverIT is.
"How the fuck are you my mother? That makes no sense." You say.
"Marie Anderson, forty three years. Has scars on her pelvis from a c-section performed 18 years ago." Marisa says, her tone's become cold, calculated.
You stare at the wall ahead, however, the strength in your knees weaken and you fall back. Hitting yourself on the shower knobs, a trickle of cold water hits your head and flows down to your chin, before dropping off. The pain loosens your arms and Marisa flies forward, twisting them. In a flurry of movement, you find yourself staring at the ceiling, or three of them, your shoulder being bent out of it's socket, Marisa behind you.
"Your lock was well applied, but unfortunately, you lack the decades of experience I have." She says, smirking.
"B-Bitch.." You stammer in pain.
"Now, David. I'll tell you the rest." Her voice twists into your mother's pristine and elevated way of speaking.
You stare up at her, your head touching her stomach. She's grinning widely.
"I already told you, I'm an agent for an organization that uses these pens. But what I didn't tell you was that I started that organization, and that I started it whilst wearing your mother. Your father's also an agent, infact, he's my best friend. Whilst wearing Marie, I got into a relationship with him and we had you. You're the only real child in our so-called family, everyone else is actually an observer. Tina, Claire, they're agents, my friends. We've done this because you're special, being born of a woman who's skin was being worn, you've been given special.. abilities. You're like a living pen, and more.."
Your shoulder aches, and she lets your arm go, it falls lifelessly to your side, smacking your thigh.
"You're a fucking liar.. Jessica.." You say, standing up and turning around.
Marisa tilts her head to the side and resumes her cynical smirking.
"It's hard to believe, yeah, it's pretty far fetched from your point of view, but you asked for the truth, and I have no reason to lie." She says.
"If you're my mother, then why did you try to fuck me?" You ask.
Marisa appears confused as to why you would ask that, she expected something.. deeper.
"Uhh.. I was horny, you were horny, we were alone and bang, that's what happens." She says, nervously laughing.
"Take off your skins." You say.
She smiles and nods, reaching behind her head, she peels her bronze skins from her body, turning it into a rubbery exterior as it separates from her skin.
Jessica's blonde locks reveal themselves, followed by her face as she pulls Marisa's down, quickly, she sheds the rest of her skin. Her breasts's reduced in size, you feel more comfortable however standing next to your "girlfriend". Letting the brown skin drop to the wet shower floor, a wet sound follows it's collapse.
"Happy?" Jessica says.
You stare intently, and the "skin-vision" reappears, you can see further behind Jessica's skin than you could before. Now you see.. your own mother.
"God fucking damn it, how many people are you wearing!?" You shout.
"Now now, no need to get loud. Only a few. It's the best method of storage, you know." She says, laughing.
"You sick cunt." You step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel, Jessica follows you.
Opening the door, you walk out, pursued by your girlfriend as you shrug off her grasping hands, ducking below her looping arms. Trying at every opportunity to deny him the pleasure of toying with your feelings. That's not Jessica, it probably never was. You don't know what's going on anymore, your entire family seems to be against you, according to what she said.
You've never had a family, you're alone.
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