I open the door to John’s room. John is lying on his bed and his girlfriend Sarah is standing over him.
“Sarah, when did you get here?” I ask. She doesn’t answer, but instead turns to face me with a big broad smile on her face. She seemed to shimmer as she walked toward me. I flinch just a little as she’s about to hit me. But instead, she walked right into me like a ghost.
It felt amazing. My body convulsed with pleasure. I let out an involuntary moan:
“Oh, yes! Give it to me.”
I feel a cock shudder inside me and hands leaving my breasts. I looked down to see that I was straddling John, my stepson. He’s got a look of bliss on his face.
“What the hell is going on here!?” I would never have sex with my stepson, I have no idea how I got here. When he heard me, he had a sudden look of panic on his face.
“Mom, it’s not what it looks like.”
“And pray tell me, what does it look like?” I ask staring him down. He casts a pleading look to my right as if there was someone who could do something about it. I slowly turn to look, but suddenly I was back downstairs in front of the dishes as if none of this had ever happened.
I feel myself up, my clothes were back in place, no problems there. I bring my attention to my body, it was kind of sore, but only a little. Not enough to believe I had been possessed, blacked out and made to fuck my stepson. I then notice that my hair was wet, like I had just taken a shower. I don’t remember taking a shower. And then I remember the one thing they can’t fool, the time. I checked the clock, it was nearly noon, my entire morning had disappeared. This was too much to be just a flight of fancy.
This raised an important question. What was I going to do about it? Confront John and Sarah about taking me over and using me as a sex toy? Would it even be a good idea, when they could just take me back over again and make me do anything they wanted. Or they could pretend that nothing was going on and leave me gibbering like a crazy person. It would probably be safer to pretend everything is normal and use the opportunity to spy on them, but that would be tantamount to just letting them do whatever they wanted. These thoughts are making me wet, I don’t want this, but the thought of it is turning me on, damn!
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