("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Loving Mom, An Erotic Novel by Anonymous (address withheld) *** Fraternal twins switch bodies during incestual lovemaking and are discovered by their mother. She explains that "sex swapping" is a family trait and helps the twins recover their original bodies. The twins switch frequently as they mature, sharing numerous lovers. The sex scenes are extremely graphic and explicit with overtones of lesbianism, lactation fantasies, and psychopathology. This very erotic novel was written as a collective venture by female and male graduate students in a creative writing class. Based on the story "Twin Switch" by Mary Kay. (Fm, Ff, ped, nc, rp, inc, mast, oral, orgy, breasts, lac, rom) *** This story was written as a collaborative venture by graduate students in a not for credit writing seminar at a major East Coast university. All had biomedical degrees or advanced science degrees. None intended to be creative writers. They enrolled in the seminar in an attempt to loosen up their writing styles - to break free of the science/tech format which was a requisite of their previous work. Several proposed topics were presented, an adventure story, a detective story, a romance, and a sex story. Because the contributions would be anonymous the students voted to pursue the sex story, proving that even nerds have a salacious streak. Each participant was required to submit a weekly contribution to the story file kept on our classroom computer. They used a self-selected password to hide their identity. The file was open for all the seminar students to read. At the end of the week the style of story and the quality of writing, but not the content, were discussed in class. Writing anonymous porn apparently frees up inhibitions that would otherwise constrain creative freedom. Most of us have a secret fantasy life. Seminar participants could reveal it in a nonjudgmental environment. The story file started with several seed paragraphs and plot. The contributors could modify the plot and advance the story as they desired. The plot for the sex story was based on Twin Switch by Mary Kay downloaded from an erotic story site on the internet. The premise was that a pair of teen age fraternal twins, boy and girl, exchanged bodies and personalities during incestual intercourse. Their mother discovers them and explains that swapping bodies during sex is a family trait and offers help in restoring them to their original bodies. There were about twice as many women as men in the seminar. This is typical since biotechnology attracts many female students. They ranged in age from 26 to 38. I had no idea what their sexual preferences were, although their biases might become apparent from the contributions. Clearly one or more had a lactation fetish. Several were obviously lesbians. At least one exhibited a degree of psychopathology. The first few chapters of the story were not particularly original. The contributors were strongly influenced by other stories circulating on web erotic literature sites, particularly in Kristen's Archives. There was no conscious attempt to plagiarize or to infringe on copyrights. It was just that few of the students had ever attempted to write any erotic fiction and using other published stories as a framework seemed a good way to start. But porn is a powerful motivator. After a while the students got into it and started generating original content. When the story was completed, it was edited to clean up the grammar and spelling and to smooth transitions between segments. No alterations in content or plot were made. The story proves that even scientists can write decent porn. Here it is: Professor S. Etaoin *** SWAPPED AND SCREWED Prolog: In most respects my life up to the age of 17 was quite typical of most teen boys. My fraternal twin sister and I lived in an upper middle class household in a small town in Massachusetts, just north of Boston. My mother ran the family business, a service company for managing internet sales for small companies. It was quite successful and provided us a more than satisfactory income. She and my father had founded it soon after they were married. I don't remember my father well. He died in an airplane crash when my sister and I were five years old. My mother never remarried. She devoted her life to making the business more successful. That, and working out at the gym. She was a fitness freak. Our only other relative was Mom's sister, our Aunt Amy, who lived about a mile from us. But after my seventeenth year, my life, and that of my sister, became almost too strange to believe. I have now reached the grand old age of 30. My sister encouraged me to write down all the facts of our strange sexual history so we don't forget any of the significant events in our dotage. She feels that it may have some value to students of abnormal psychology. I am writing this account from memory so some of the details may be a bit vague. Now to the story. *** "What the HELL is going on here," I heard my Mom scream. My eyes shot open, at the same time Sara's did. "Steve, what are you and your sister doing in bed together and NUDE?" I tried to explain the unexplainable. "Mom, it's umm, not what you..." "Don't even try to tell me it's not what I think young lady. Don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at each other. What the hell are you thinking? Sara, you at least should have more sense. Why..." Mom," I yelled, cutting her off. "I'm Steve, not Sara. I know it sounds crazy, but somehow Sara is in my body and I'm stuck in hers." I expected Mom to tell me I was crazy. Instead, she sat down on the edge of the bed and more calmly than I would have imagined, said "Maybe you should start at the beginning and tell me the whole story." I started to tell Mom the story, but, as they say in the movies, it doesn't make much sense unless you know the backstory. Sara and I are twins, fraternal twins to be sure. I am 23 minutes older so she calls me "Big Brother." And of course she is my "Little Sister." We did most things together, palled around, and were each other's best friends. We were also in the same grade in high school, taking almost the same courses. Sara was a beautiful girl, smart and popular with girls and boys alike. She brightened up a room when she came in. I loved her dearly. I was a typical teen aged boy, a bit sports addicted, but otherwise quite normal. Last night we attended a party, sort of a wind down party the day after our Junior Prom. Toward the end of the evening, Sara came running to me, tears in her eyes, and said "Take me home, NOW!" She appeared so distraught that I did as she asked, not even saying goodbye to my friends as we walked out the door. In the car Sara told me that her date had tried to rape her. A real rape, not just a drunken teen age grope. He had pushed her into a corner and pulled one of her breasts out of her low cut tank top. He had zipped down his pants and was trying to get his hard cock into her cunt when she managed to break free. When we got home she disappeared into her bedroom and I heard her crying behind the closed door. After a while I heard her shower running. The all was quiet. After about an hour, I heard her knock on my door. "Can I come in, Steve?" I opened the door and she rushed into my arms. "I was so scared, Steve. Hold me close." I usually sleep in the nude and Sara was dressed in a light robe with nothing underneath. I held her trembling body. I could feel her breasts pressing into my chest and the warmth of her torso. I started to get an erection from the body contact. I couldn't stop it. That's the backstory. Now this is what we tried to tell Mom. I looked at Sara, who looked at me with an 'I don't know what to do either' look. I shrugged and started telling Mom my story from the point where Sara frantically made us leave the party. When I mentioned her date's attempted rape, Mom cut me off and asked Sara to tell that part. She told the story to the point where she came into my room, to receive some comfort from her twin brother. "One thing led to another," Sara said. "We didn't intend to make love. It just happened. It was my first time. But having sex was my fault more than Steve's. If I was going to lose my virginity I wanted it to be with someone I truly loved. I wasn't thinking of him as my brother then but as my best friend. When I hugged him, he got hard, and I just sort of shoved him inside me. We made wonderful love and all of a sudden I was Steve and he was me." I picked up from that point, describing the out of body feeling we both experienced and the shock of finding myself in Sara's body. I expected Mom to cry, or get mad, or something. I didn't expect her to start laughing. Sara looked at me as I looked at her and I'm sure, we both had the same thought. Our Mom was crazy. "Okay, I don't countenance incest, especially between brother and sister, but I have a confession to make to you too," Mom said, drying her eyes with the corner of my comforter. "What you've done is what I...we... called a 'sex swap' growing up. Your Aunt Amy and I both have the same ability and it runs in our family. The good news is you can control it, once you learn how." "You see, when your aunt, my sister, and I were teenagers, we spent two months in each other's bodies. It wasn't that much of a big deal for us once we were done freaking out, since we were both girls and it happened over the summer, so we were pretty much free from any complicated situations like school, but we did finally figure out how to switch back and forth when we wanted. I can show you how and you'll see how to do it if you pay attention." I don't know which of us got to Mom first, but we were both hugging her, thankful for her not going postal and for being able to switch us back. "Okay, so what do we do," I asked, impatient to get back into my own body. Mom paused before speaking. "Okay, here's the deal. During orgasm I and I assume you as well, have the ability to leave your body and enter the body connected to yours, forcing that consciousness out and replacing it with your own. That floating sensation you described sounds just like it feels when we would switch. It seems to work only when both people have the same ability. And the ability seems to be a family trait. Aunt Amy and I could do it with each other but neither she nor I was ever able to do it with our husbands." "You mean," I said, I had a sneaking suspicion where this was going. "You and Aunt Amy had sex with each other." "Not real passionate sex," said Mom. "We were just a couple of teen age sisters experimenting with each other. But yes, we did make each other cum. The first time we did it, it was just playing around but after we switched we had to do it over and over again to find the way to switch back. The real secret was that the person who initiated the switch could not have had an orgasm in the previous 24 hours and had to remain in contact with the other person during the switch. It took us most of the summer to discover that. By the end of the summer I was so sexed out that I didn't even kiss a guy for the next two years." "It's hard to learn by yourself, but I can show you how to do it," said Mom. "Then you can do it to each other." "But won't one of us will have to make love to you?" I asked. "Yes," Mom said, "But remember, I don't approve of incest in any way, shape or form. But I guess what's done is done. We are simply setting things right." "Okay," Sara said. "Let's do it." "If you two don't mind," I said, "I'd rather not be here, so I'm gonna go upstairs and get something to eat." I went upstairs and made myself a sandwich and a glass of milk and then channel surfed for about twenty minutes, when I heard someone coming up the stairs. I quickly turned off the TV and just sat there, my legs tucked under my body, waiting, hoping, and praying that Mom was right. Mom, in my body, turned the corner, wearing a pair of my shorts. He walked over and sat down next to me. "Hi sweetie." Sara never called me "sweetie." "It worked," I exclaimed, hugging Mom. "Thank God. Where's Sara?" "She's rinsing off," Mom said, taking my hands in his. "Okay, here's the deal. Now, you and Sara need to switch. That'll put Sara back in her own body and you will be in my body. Then when you and I switch later, we will each be in our own bodies." "Sara gave me a climax and I switched us. Sara now knows how to switch and will show you how to do it. The reason you didn't know how last time, is because you were both so excited your attention wasn't focused. This time, make sure you pay attention and you can't miss it. Make sure you don't orgasm, because if you do, you might miss how to do it and you won't have the energy to switch us next in any case. When Sara orgasms, make sure you're in contact with her body or she won't be able to make the switch." I nodded and stood up. I was so excited. By the end of the night, I should be back in my own body. I hugged Mom again and bolted downstairs. Sara was sitting on the bed. It was a little freaky seeing my Mom's body sitting naked on my bed but getting my own body back was foremost in my mind. I took off my nightgown and sat down next to Sara. I was thinking that it would be easy not to orgasm, because all I had to do was give Sara the orgasm and I could do that with my fingers and I didn't have to be stimulated at all. I snuggled up next to her and began caressing her breasts. I kept having to tell myself that this wasn't my Mom, but the thought kept coming back. Finally I started stroking her clit, just hoping to get it over with. Sara for her part didn't seem to be overly excited either. Finally I stopped and asked her, "What's wrong?" "I don't know," she said. "I'm just not into it. Besides, your fingernails keep scratching me down there." "Well, what do you want me to do?" "I know," Sara said and got up and headed out the door. I heard her run up the stairs. It didn't take long before I heard her come back down. In her hand was a vibrator. It was about 10 inches long and made of white plastic. It looked something like an erect penis. She handed it to me. "Here, try this. I sometimes use it when I want a really quick climax." I gladly took it from her and turned it on. When I touched the buzzing "penis" to her clit, she began to lick her lips and gyrate her hips. She was definitely enjoying that more than my fingers. I just moved it around her clit, stimulating it from all sides and then I stuck a finger inside her at the same time. "Oh, yeah," I heard her moan, as her hip gyrations intensified. She twisted and writhed on the bed and her legs started to shake. She reached up and grasped a breast in each hand, then started rolling the nipples. It was weird, seeing what appeared to be my Mom reacting to a vibrator. I leaned over and licked the end of a nipple that protruded between her fingers. She began to gasp. I could tell her orgasm was coming so I made sure I kept physical contact with her by keeping my finger inside. It wasn't long before she came. The feeling was just like before, except rather than leaving my body, I experienced what could only be described as a wedge between my soul and body. I saw just how Sara did it and when I landed in my Mom's body, suddenly I was feeling the seriously mind numbing effects of the Mom's orgasm. I gasped and closed my thighs together, the vibrator sill buzzing in my cunt. I didn't have the sense to take it out until I shuddered to a second climax. "Oh, thank God," I heard Sara say, as she held her hands to her face, exploring her old body again. "I'm back." "Sara, I saw how you did it. I'm sure now I can do it too." Sara had stood up and was putting on her nightgown. "That's great Steve, want me to go get Mom for you?" "I need to rest a minute, but yeah, go ahead and get her, I mean him." Sara headed up the stairs and I could hear her telling Mom excitedly that it worked and she's back in her own body. I couldn't wait to be in mine too. I heard Mom coming downstairs and quickly hid the vibrator. I didn't know if Sara wanted Mom to know about it, so I stuffed it between the mattress and box spring. When Mom, who was in my body, came in the room, I was laying in the bed, covered by a sheet but still nude, waiting for her. "So Steve, are you ready? Sara said you saw how she did it, so it should be easy now." I nodded my head slightly, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I know how to do it now. It's kinda like a mental wedge that gets placed between the body and soul." Mom sat down next to me. "That's exactly the way I describe it to myself too. Okay," Mom said, slapping her hands on her knees. "Let's get back into our own bodies. How do you want it? I can use my fingers, or I can do it the old fashioned way." I could tell Mom wanted to do it the old fashioned way, at least judging by the tent in his shorts he did. I was tempted to do it too. But I couldn't keep from thinking that it was my Mom in my body now, not Sara, and I just couldn't do it. "Use your fingers," I decided. "It'd be too weird otherwise, okay?" "Okay," Mom said. "But I imagine that when you, um, 'made love' to Sara when you switched there was a lot of emotion involved. This time it will be just mechanical. Don't try to control it. Just shut your eyes and let yourself go. Your body knows what to do." Mom pulled the sheet back. I spread my legs to give him easier access. But Mom didn't do what I thought she was going to do. First Mom put her hands on my shoulders and slowly massaged the tension out of me. The hands gravitated to my breasts. Mom worked her fingers around the bottom of my boobs and then up to my nipples. I could feel them getting hard and more and more sensitive. The fingers 'milked' me pulling outward and downward with each stroke. After a few minutes of tit stroking she put her hands on my leg and slowly worked them up to the inside of my thigh, caressing and kneading the soft flesh as she moved higher and higher. When she got to the top she gently worked the fingers around my pussy lips and slowly spread them apart. When Mom touched my clit, I felt shocks right away. Maybe it was the anticipation, but I could tell I was also already getting wet. When Sara and I made love after we switched we were discovering our new bodies and finding out what felt good. Mom, on the other hand, knew exactly what to do to give herself quick climax. She must have done this to herself many times before. Experience tells. Indescribable feelings coursed through her body. I was getting seriously aroused. I was looking forward to the orgasm but I was just as eager to get back to being Steve. I arched my back, getting into the feeling of Mom's finger on my clitoris. He pulled his legs up and sat Indian style next to me, always gently moving his finger on my clit. The next thing I knew, Mom put a finger of his other hand inside me and slowly moved it in and out. I just lay there, at least I thought I was lying there. I made no attempt to move but Mom's body responded automatically to the erotic massage by twisting and writhing in time with the finger movement. Without thinking, I instinctively reached over and grabbed his cock through the shorts and just squeezed it rhythmically, in time with his stroking of my clit. I was rotating my hips in time with it too, the feeling building and building, my need getting stronger and stronger. I suddenly made a decision and grabbed his arm, pulling it away from my clit and pulling him on his knees. I reached for his pants and started pulling them down. Mom was only happy to help, quickly shedding the shorts and moving on top of me. He was rock hard. He pushed into me and the craving of Mom's body to be filled was satisfied. I couldn't help but grunt with the force of the insertion, the shock all up and down my vaginal walls as it slid inside. Next thing I know, it's like a jackhammer as he moved in and out as fast as he could. I wrapped my legs around his waist and could feel the flesh of my calves hitting against his back. Any embarrassment or unease I felt at being fucked by my Mom vanished. All I could think about was that impending orgasm and the task I needed to perform when it hit. The sensation grew stronger and stronger. I wasn't sure I could keep focused enough to do it. I could tell I was going to find out very quick as I felt the orgasm building. When it hit, I could feel it down to my toes, keeping me from being able to breathe. I focused on the wedge and threw it between Mom and my body. Nothing happened. I pushed with all my might, but I didn't have anything to push with, it was like trying to start a car with a dead battery. I knew how to turn the key, but nothing happened. I was still in the middle of my orgasm and it was getting stronger when I felt Mom pulse and come inside me. I tried switching again, but with no more success than the previous attempt. Mom collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, just like I was. He looked at me questioningly and asked, "What happened? Didn't you know what to do?" "Yeah Mom, I did. It was like I had a dead battery or something, I tried to push the wedge, but nothing happened." Mom got up on one elbow, taking the weight off me, which was a good thing because I couldn't breathe. "Steve...did you had an orgasm when you switched with Sara? I told you when you have an orgasm; you're not going to be able to push the wedge for about 24 hours." "Mom," I said, holding up my hands. "I didn't orgasm at the moment I switched with Sara. But I ummm... sort of had a little one after we switched. I thought both climaxes would just count as one." Mom looked at me and shook her head. "Well honey, you're stuck in my body until tomorrow night. Let's see, it's almost midnight now, so we'll say at a bit after midnight tomorrow, we'll switch back. I guess I'm going to school tomorrow, while you do chores." "Okay Mom. I'm sorry, I didn't think about it ahead of time." "Don't worry sweetie. Go ahead and clean up and go to bed. In the morning I'll have you call in sick for me and I'll go to school as you." "Okay, Mom, good night and thanks again." "Good night sweetie." Mom picked up his shorts and put them on. Then he slipped quietly out the door. I got up and headed for the shower. Now that the arousal was over, I couldn't help but ask myself what I was thinking, doing it with Mom. If only I hadn't had that second little climax I'd be back in my own body now. I turned on the shower and rinsed myself off, being careful not to spray my clit. I certainly didn't want to cum again. I got out and dried off. I headed for my bedroom. It was nice to be able to sleep in my own bed again. I tucked myself under the covers and turned out the light. I had one fleeting thought that the vibrator was still between the mattress and box spring, rejected the idea that came to mind as I drifted off to sleep. - - - - - I got up when the alarm went off, noticing that Sara had had it set for earlier than I usually get up. I didn't have any clothes to put on, so I went out and got Mom's robe from the clean laundry, put it on and headed for the kitchen. I heard Sara and mom talking, coming down from upstairs. Mom walked over to her purse, pulled out her cell phone and sat down next to me. "Steve, use my cell phone and call my office. Talk to Joyce, tell her you're sick and need to take the day off, okay? Don't elaborate, just stick with 'sick'." "Okay, Mom, no problem," I said, taking the phone after she dialed the number. "Hello," I heard Marcia say when she answered. "Hi Joyce," I said. "Cindy," I heard Marcia say when she recognized my Mom's voice. "Is something wrong?" "Yeah," I said, sounding as pitiful as I could. "I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to stay home and rest. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" "Sure Thing Cindy. You get better, okay?" "Okay Joyce. Bye." I hung up, to see Mom smiling. "Steve, you were a little too good at that. How often do you fake it to get out of school?" "Me," I said in mock surprise. "Never." Mom looked at me, still smiling and got up. "Sara gave me your class schedule and told me where you are in your classes, so I'm good to go." Mom and Sara got ready for school. Mom gave me a list of chores around the house that needed doing and I promised I'd do them while tossing her the keys to my car. After they left, I looked over the list. I realized that Mom wanted to keep me busy most of the day cleaning the house. The bathrooms took a long time to do. By 1 p.m. though, I was done with everything but the vacuuming and decided to break for lunch. After I finished lunch I started vacuuming the house, starting with my room and working my way up. By the time I'd finished the basement and the living room on the main floor, I was sweating up a storm, especially under my boobs. Since no one else was home, I decided that to keep cool I would just strip and finish vacuuming nude. I tossed the robe on the back of the couch and started vacuuming. I finished the ground floor and the stairs to the second floor. Mom's closet was easy. She had very few garments hanging in it, just conservative pants suits for the office and casual clothes for around the house. Except for a couple of pairs of heels, Mom's entire shoe wardrobe consisted of flats and tennis shoes. Aunt Amy, who had worked as a NY fashion model and occasional designer claimed that Mom had absolutely no fashion sense. None whatsoever. It was hard to believe, claimed Aunt Amy, that they were actually sisters. I was sweating so much that I decided that I needed to take a quick shower. I figured for once I'd use Mom's shower since I was in Mom's body. It was a lot nicer and bigger than mine. It also had jets that sprayed water sideways to hit your whole body at once. It was sweet. I got the water warm and stepped in. Then I switched the water to the side sprayers and in no time, I was being sprayed from all sides. I was feeling a little sexy and turned on, but I couldn't let the water hit my clit because I wanted to be able to switch later. I reluctantly turned off the water and stepped out. As I stepped out of the shower I caught a glimpse of myself in the steamy bathroom mirror. At first I thought that it was Sara but when I went closer and wiped the steam off I could see that it was Mom. Still Mom and Sara looked enough alike that it would be easy to mistake them for sisters. Sara's body had a colt like litheness. Mom was definitely curvier and more voluptuous. I've got to say that she looked really hot for a 38 year old woman. Actually she looked really hot for a woman of any age. Mom usually dressed quite conservatively when she went to work and in ordinary casual clothes when she was home. She was an attractive woman but the clothes hid her real charms. While a bit prettier than most, she didn't stand out in our suburban neighborhood. But nude she was spectacular. Big breasts, a firm body with a narrow waist expanding to broad hips and a firm butt. She had a prominent pubic mound with a light fringe of hair. Her legs would have complimented a Broadway showgirl with strong thighs, full calves and narrow ankles. I felt guilty about having the thought that I would like to make out with that woman in the mirror. An impossibility, of course. Not only was that woman me but it was also my mother. But perhaps I could explore a little without Mom finding out. I was a little uneasy about examining my naked Mom so closely although I was determined to go ahead. I remember that when I was younger I always wanted to sneak a peek at her when she undressed. This would probably be my last chance to see her up close and personal. So I felt naughty but I looked. "It's not like what I'm doing is wrong," I said to myself trying to rationalize doing what I was doing. "After all, Mom is in my body and I'm in hers. I would be nuts to not take a look." The more I looked, the less she looked like a mother and the more like a desirable woman. Her face was perky and intelligent surrounded by a halo of short light brown hair. She seemed to have a smile in her eyes. Mom's figure was tight and toned from her sessions at the gym. As I turned around I could see her firm butt and showgirl legs. Most of the time she kept them hidden in slacks or jeans but here they were in all their glory. Mom said that she wanted to be a dancer when she was young. She certainly had the legs for it. My boobs, I mean my Mom's boobs, were certainly bigger than Sara's. Each was about the size of half a honeydew melon. They didn't appear so large when she was dressed but they were much rounder and fuller then Sara's. They hung down a bit when I bent over. I don't know how she managed to hide them under her clothes. No wonder they got so sweaty when I was vacuuming. I did a little shimmy dance to see them swing. Then I put both hands around one and raised it up to look at it more closely. The breast was heavier in my hands than I expected. It was both soft and resilient. Despite the fact that I was in Mom's body I was still driven by my teen male desires. I had my hands on a beautiful woman's boob and was feeling it up. Of course I had seen a woman's breasts before, Sara's, Mom's the other night, and even a couple of my high school girl friends. But I never had the chance to see such a big one close up. More important, I could feel everything I did to it. Touching it felt very pleasant, totally different than touching my leg or arm. I don't know why girls protest so much when you try to touch their boobies if it feels so good. The nipple was almost perfectly centered in a large light brown areola. I remembered how sensitive Mom's nipples were when Mom caressed me last night so I poked the nipple tentatively with my finger and was surprised at how nice it felt. Mom had medium length fingernails. The nipple felt very sexy when I gently scraped the edge of a fingernail over the tip. The closest I can describe it is that it felt almost like touching the end of my soft prick. The more I touched, the more I wanted to touch. It was like an erotic itch that couldn't be satisfied. I hoped Mom wouldn't learn about how intensely I was examining her body. I knew it wasn't proper for a son to be that curious about his mother but I also knew that I might never get another chance. As I ran my finger around the base of the nipple I saw it start to get larger and stiffer. I lifted the other boob and tried to get a matching set. On an impulse, I squeezed Mom's breast between my fingers. They sank into the tissue and the nipple and areola bulged out to get even bigger. I liked how it felt. Mom's boobs seemed to enjoy being treated firmly. But I knew that I couldn't squeeze them too hard or I would leave finger bruises and Mom would be sure to find out. I stared at my image in the mirror again. I was standing directly facing it, legs spread slightly apart. My legs did look sexy, tapering from slim ankles to strong calves, narrowing at the knees, to muscular thighs and a tight butt. The angle of the legs drew my eyes directly to Mom's pussy. Her legs were so inviting. I would love to have legs like those wrapped around me. How much further dared I explore Mom's body? What could I do that she wouldn't find out about? As Steve, I enjoyed playing with my penis. How would it feel if played with Mom's cunt? Would it be different from Sara's? Should I take a chance? Why not, she would never know and this might be my only opportunity. I would be touching her pussy just to feel some of the things that Mom feels when she touches herself. Remembering last night I was sure she did it to herself once in a while. So I put my hand down between my legs and stroked my cunt. I could feel the wetness as Mom's juices oozed out and mixed with a few last drips from the shower. Mom's body must have been getting sexually excited by all my touching and squeezing. I know I was. I rubbed my finger around Mom's pussy lips and felt them start to expand. It was a heavenly sensation. I didn't realize that simple touching could feel so nice. Gathering my courage I pushed my middle finger entirely inside Mom's vagina and worked it in and out. It was warm and slippery and seemed to squeeze my finger. Just like last night. I thrust a second finger inside. That filled me up a little better. My forefinger gently rubbed my Mom's clit as I moved. It felt so intense. The other hand was still rolling one of Mom's nipples. The realization came to me that I was finger fucking myself. Mom had known exactly what she was doing when she made me cum in our failed attempt at a switch. I took my two fingers out and looked at them. They glistened with Mom's juices. On a whim I put the fingers to my mouth and licked off the wetness. Not bad, in fact I enjoyed the taste. I scooped up a bit more of Mom's juices from the outside of her vulva and licked. Mom was beginning to leak a lot. I'm not sure which I enjoyed more, Mom's flavor or the thought of where those fingers had been. Mom's cunt demanded to be filled. I sucked my fingers off a last time and put them back in their nest. Without thought my hand returned to its thrusting motion. In and out, in and out. Slowly at first then faster. This felt too good to quit. I began to feel jolts of pleasure in my body from my boobs to my cunt. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mom's reflection in the mirror. It didn't resemble the Mom that I knew at all. A beautiful woman stared back at me with one hand deep in her pussy, the other squeezing her tit and a look of extreme sexual pleasure was on her face. It was Mom and it was me just on the verge of having a climax. I had to stop. I knew that if I continued I would end up by making Mom's body cum and then I wouldn't be able to switch back tonight. But I didn't stop. It felt so nice playing with Mom's body. There were so many ways that she could make herself feel good. I was climbing to a peak. I brought my thumb to the areas just above my mother's slit and began to stroke Mom's clitoris with the fingernail. The sensation was indescribable. Almost like an electric shock. I rubbed the clitoris a little faster and the sensation grew until it encompassed me. If Mom could give herself feelings like this how could she ever keep her hands out of her cunt? I was startled to hear Mom's voice saying "Ohh.... fuck me Steve... fuck me..." I began to whimper almost uncontrollably as I began to feel my body twitch all over and spasm, and my pussy muscles clench my fingers ever so tightly inside of myself. I drove my fingers in and out, harder and faster, harder and faster. Then I felt it. The twitching in my pussy. The bucking of my hips. The feeling of an explosion. The spasming of my entire body. I let out a long, loud and throaty scream... in my Mom's voice. In my Mom's body. I was giving myself an orgasm. In my mother's body. And it felt so damn good. I decided right then that Mom could be the one to switch us back tonight. Still, I'll have to think of an explanation for Mom about why I had an orgasm. It better be pretty good. Still dripping water from the shower I went to Mom's closet to get a towel to dry off, but when I pulled a towel off the stack, the whole stupid stack fell over. "Dammit," I cursed as I started picking them up and putting them back where they belonged. I'd pretty much gotten them all stacked back up, when I noticed something in the back of the closet. It looked like half of a bucket on its side with padding. I pushed her suitcase to the side so I could get a better look. It had what looked like a penis, mounted on the center and a control box connected to it with a switch and two knobs. A logo on the box said Sybian. I had a real good idea what this was and what it was used for. I just had to try this. Since I'd already had one orgasm, it didn't matter if I had another. I pulled it out and set it on the floor. Plugging it in, I spread my cunt lips apart with my fingers and started sitting down on it, working it into me. Even with my sex play I wasn't all that wet yet, so it took a little spit to lubricate it enough to push it inside Mom's vagina. The rubber penis filled my cunt nicely. I picked up the control and saw that it was able to set the Sybian to rotate, as well as vibrate. I decided to start out with just vibration and so I turned both knobs all the way off. Then, flipping the switch on, I turned the vibrate knob slowly clockwise. The vibrations started, both inside me and right on my clit and labia. It felt really good. I just sat there, getting more and more excited, the vibrations encouraging me to turn the knob more and more. Before I knew it, I was thrashing about, impaled on this device, having the most incredible mind-numbing orgasm that never seemed to stop. I grabbed for the control, but instead of turning it down, I turned it up all the way. I looked down disbelievingly hardly able to control my own body. My boobs dangled forward. Without thinking I started squeezing and rotating the nipples between my fingers. The feelings from my tits went right to my cunt. I had no idea the human body, male or female could feel this incredible. By this time my juices were starting to run down the sides of the machine and my thighs were sliding on the vinyl. I thrashed and moaned and screamed until there was nothing left inside me. I flipped the switch off and barely had the strength to get off the Sybian before collapsing on the floor in a sweaty, exhausted, satiated, heap. I just laid there for at least ten minutes until my heart rate returned to normal. No wonder Mom didn't need a boyfriend. Who could compete with this machine? I got up and noticed that my pussy was all swollen and red. I'd really given it a workout. I got a washcloth out of the closet and ran some cold water on it and then tucked it up between my legs. It was cold, but felt really good. I then went to the bathroom and got some toilet paper and wiped up the machine where I had leaked down the sides. I considered wiping the appendage on top of the machine, but in a spur of the moment decision, decided another ride was in order. I had already had a massive orgasm so a follow-up wouldn't make any difference. Throwing the washcloth to the side, I slid right down on it this time. I was still so lubricated and the rubber penis was also slick, that there was almost no resistance at all. I turned the vibrate on and began running it up. I could tell I was still very sensitive and my body started jerking spasmodically and I couldn't control it, it felt so wonderful. I decided to turn on the rotation too this time and set it to about half way. Suddenly, I could feel the vibrations, swirling around inside me, touching places inside me I didn't know existed. I felt so much incredible pleasure, I just stayed there, mouth open, grunting and groaning, moaning and screaming as another round of orgasms hit me. "I don't know how women get anything done if they could feel like this all the time," I thought to myself as I began to peak again. This one was different than the others though. I could tell the buildup was taking longer and I could feel the orgasm growing. It would be a really big one. The Sybian was hitting a spot near my bladder that was radiating waves of pleasure throughout my body. When the orgasm hit, I was unprepared for the all- encompassing, mind shattering and body-paralyzing explosion of sensation. It was like being electrocuted with pleasure. My throat constricted and I couldn't even breathe. I'm sure it only lasted a minute or so, but it seemed a lot longer. I eventually managed to get the machine turned off and collapsed, the appendage still inside me. I couldn't seem to catch my breath. I came to the conclusion that it must have been a G spot orgasm caused by the rotation. I was amazed how strong it was. It was addicting. I got off of the machine slowly, because my pussy was now VERY swollen and a bit sore. I rinsed out the washcloth and put it back, the cold water feeling very nice on my swollen puffy red pussy lips. I walked with my legs together as I went to clean the machine. I had apparently leaked a lot because it almost looked like I wet myself somehow. I wiped it all down and then removed and scrubbed the rubber penis attachment, reassembled it and put it back in the closet. I didn't bother to hide that I'd been there. I was gonna have to tell Mom anyway because with my several orgasms I couldn't be the one to switch us back. It was worth it. I got up on shaky legs and rinsed off in the shower, this time keeping it on the cool side. I rinsed my pussy as well as I could, trying to get the bulk of the lubrication off. Then, with my legs still wobbling, I started vacuuming again. It didn't take me long to finish vacuuming, though I admit I may not have done a perfect job on the second floor rooms. When I was done, I had to rinse off because I was sweating again. After I rinsed off I lay down in Mom's bed. *** "Honey, wake up. The house looks great. You did a good job." I felt the bed shake as Mom sat down next to me on the bed. "Thanks," I said, rubbing my eyes. I was aware that I was still completely nude under the covers, but I figured it was no big deal because we were going to switch tonight anyway. Plus, it's not like he hasn't seen this particular body nude before. I threw the covers off, got up and went to get something out of the closet to wear. I was thinking sweats and a t- shirt. I grabbed some of Mom's workout clothes and threw them on, not bothering with a bra or panties. I decided now was the best time to tell Mom before Sara came in too. "Mom, I have a confession to make. I was vacuuming and got sweaty and decided to take a shower in your shower. I went into your closet to get a towel and..." "You went in my closet," Mom interrupted. "And let me guess, you found my Sybian and had to try it out." "Are you mad? I figure you can still switch us back, can't you?" Mom sat there, I could tell he wasn't mad, but he may have been a little disappointed in me. "Yeah, I can switch us back. I just wish you hadn't rifled through my closet." "I didn't, I knocked the pile of towels over when I grabbed one and saw the Sybian when I was restacking them. I wasn't searching your closet, honest." I think Mom believed me. At least he let it go and he wouldn't have if he'd thought I was lying. "So, how was it," Mom asked, with a mischievous smile on his face. I decided to be bluntly honest. "Oh, my God, it was amazing. I think I had at least twenty orgasms, including what I'm pretty sure was a G spot orgasm. It felt like my whole body exploded and I leaked all over the machine. I never thought that anyone could cum so many times." "Yep. I love it when I get one of those G spot climaxes. It doesn't happen every time, not even half of the time. You're lucky. And I guess you found out by now that I'm multi orgasmic. I mean really multi orgasmic. Most women can't cum more than once or twice in a session but I can keep climaxing until I fall over from exhaustion. My body doesn't know when to stop." "Is Sara multi orgasmic too?" I asked. "Does it run in families?" "I don't know," said Mom. "It's sort of private. Mothers and daughters usually don't talk about that sort of thing. You will have to ask her yourself." "I knew since I was a teen that I could have several climaxes in a row but I didn't really appreciate what being multi orgasmic meant until I got the Sybian. The first time I tried it, it felt so good that I rode it all night long. I came over and over again. It blew my mind, just like you found out. I was so tired the next day that I felt like a zombie. Now I just use it once in a while when you kids go out to a movie. But we can talk about that later. Sara is waiting." I looked down and could tell Mom was aroused. I saw his penis was hard and pushing the front of his jeans out. I brushed out my hair quickly and opened the door. We both went downstairs and I saw Sara sitting on the couch, just starting on her homework. "Hi," I said and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "Hi Steve," Sara said, putting her book down and turning to face me. "How was housecleaning? I bet it was tons of fun." I heard Mom chuckle behind me. I decided that what I did today was on a need to know basis and Sara definitely didn't need to know. "I got the job done." After we had a quick dinner I got serious. "Mom, what homework do I need to do? I want to get it done before it's time to switch me back, okay?" "I made a list of everything you need to do and stuck it in the front pocket of your backpack. I took good notes too. Better than you take. I looked through them a little. I have no idea how you pass with those notes." "I usually have a cute study partner," I said, nudging Sara to let her know I was talking about her. She smiled and went back to her homework. I got up and grabbed my backpack. I quickly found the sheet with my homework. Luckily, it wasn't too bad. Mom watched a movie on the VCR while Sara and I did homework. It took me longer than I thought it would. The math was a bit harder, not having sat through the lecture. Mom's notes were really good though, so I was able to figure it out. By the time I finished, it was almost eleven and Sara was already in bed asleep. Mom came over and sat down next to me as I was reloading my books, into my book bag. We sat there, making small talk and then finally silently, both watching the clock until the VCR switched to midnight. Then, we both got up and Mom led the way to the master bedroom. The room was dark with just a bit of light filtering in through the window. I got there and unceremoniously took off the T shirt and sweatpants I'd been wearing, while Mom undressed. Neither of us said a word. I didn't know if he felt as weird about this as I did, but I just kept thinking that soon I would be back in my own body. I sat down on the bed and Mom sat next to me. Mom reached in the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lubricant. "Here, use some of this," he said, tossing me the tube. "It doesn't really matter if you orgasm for the switch to work, so I'll just get right to it if you don't mind." "No," I said, "The sooner I get back into my own body, the better." "But before we start," said Mom, "is there anything else about my body that you want to ask me about? Did you like being a grown woman? I sort of hoped that you would get a chance to find out about a woman's body when you were alone. You told me about the Sybian but did you do anything else? We probably won't switch again so this may be the last time you have a chance to ask me about really personal things." Mom's question took me by surprise. I decided that I might as well tell her everything. "OK Mom. After I finished showering I looked you over real good in the bathroom mirror. You're a real fox, you know. Any man would want to make love to you. Then I played with your nipples for a while and put my hand down between your legs." "Is that all you did after you decided you wanted to fuck your Mommy?" Mom asked. "Just put your hand between my legs?" "Mom! I didn't say that I wanted to fuck you." "You didn't have to," Mom answered. "I've seen you sneaking peeks at me when I got dressed. All teen aged boys want to sleep with their mothers. You are one of the lucky ones that will actually get a chance to do it." "Well," I answered, guilty about admitting to wanting to have sex with her. "After I looked I kind of let my fingers slip inside and work around a bit. I even played with your clit a little." "I'm glad you're honest Steve. Is my body as much fun as you thought? Did you enjoy it?" "Very much, Mom. After I started touching you, your body sort of took over and I did those things without thinking. It was almost like I was on autopilot. I kept squeezing your nipples and moving my fingers back and forth inside and stroking your clit. It felt wonderful but I tried to force myself to stop because I knew that I was going to lose control and cum. But I couldn't stop and I had a real big orgasm. I guess that didn't matter because then I found the Sybian and I climaxed over and over. We can still switch tonight, can't we?" "Sure," said Mom. "But I'll have to be the one that keeps control. Since you've already had an orgasm you might as well relax and let yourself go. You can have as many orgasms as you want until we switch. Now, is there anything else you want to ask about?" "Well," I said, "your breasts are really big. Don't they get in the way?" As I said that my hands reached unconsciously for my tits. They cupped them for a moment, as if holding them up for inspection. My fingers gravitated to the nipples and started rolling and twisting. It was a purely unintentional act on my part. Just an automatic reaction of Mom's body. Mom thought about it for a while. Even in the dim light she couldn't help but see what I was doing. "I guess they are big," she said. "After I nursed you kids for a year they never went down to their normal size. And they do get in the way when I play tennis. But there are compensations. Men seem to pay more attention to women with big boobies. Big breasts make great sex toys too. I'll show you. And by the way, don't pinch my nipples so hard. I may want to use them later." Mom switched on the small night light on the end table. The room was illuminated with a soft glow. Then she shifted her position and turned directly toward me. She reached down and raised one of my big breasts and licked the nipple. I jumped at the unexpected contact but she did the same thing to the other. "That's just to provide some lubrication," Mom said. "I'll show you what I mean about big breasts having their compensations. The nipples are the most sensitive part. Watch the nipple closely." She rubbed the palms of her hands over the nipples. They immediately got larger. Then she took one breast in her hand and pulled it slightly toward her. She rubbed her forefinger around the nipple in a circular motion. I watched the nipple grow and get even harder. It expanded until it was the size of a small grape, about half an inch long and almost as wide. Tiny little bumps appeared on the areola. She rolled the engorged nipple lightly between her fingers. I couldn't believe how good it felt. "How's that for a starter?" Mom asked. "Now try this." She bent one breast up until it almost reached my face. "Tilt your head down and lick the nipple." I did as Mom asked and touched the nipple with my tongue. It felt wonderful, like stroking the nipple with my finger only much better. My tongue rubbed against the slightly rough surface of the nipple which grew even larger as I licked. It became very stiff. "Now put the nipple in your mouth and suck on it." I was astonished. I was finding out a lot of kinky things about my very dignified Mom. I didn't know that women sucked on their own nipples. But I opened my mouth and sucked the nipple in. At first it was like sucking a straw but then I got really into it and pulled the whole nipple and part of the areola into my mouth. "Bite down a little with your teeth. Doesn't that feel good," Mom said. "Suck harder. I sometimes do it to myself when I can't get to sleep at night." I did as Mom asked and felt my cheeks hollow and swell as I alternated sucking and swirling around the nipple with my tongue. I put my hands around Mom's hands and pressed as much as could of the boob into my mouth, almost as if I was trying to swallow it. I was quickly changing my mind about the disadvantages of big breasts. "My nipples got very sensitive after I had you kids. You may not believe it but it feels even better when milk comes out," Mom said. "When I was nursing you children, I would sometimes suck myself dry if there was any milk left. It sounds gross but I think that every nursing woman alive has tasted her own breast milk at least once." "I love it," I said. "Can I do it to the other nipple?" "Try them both at the same time. That feels even better," said Mom. "Not too many women can do that." She pushed the other breast upward toward my mouth and helped me hold both nipples between my lips. I ran my tongue from one to the other, sucking and biting them together. The good feelings that we were experiencing were turning us both on. Mom's penis was getting very erect and my nipples were as hard as rocks. I felt that I could suck my tits for hours. But Mom had other ideas. As I sucked she put one hand down between my legs and started gently rubbing my clit. Her fingers stroked the lips and then she put a couple inside and started moving them in and out just like last night. My hips moved back and forth to meet her hand. Our breast play had really primed me for sex. Still sucking on a nipple, Mom's body surprised me with a small orgasm. I tensed and spasmed at the unexpected thrill. "Enjoy yourself," said Mom. "There's lots more where that came from." "Before we switch," Mom said, "I have a favor to ask you. I'll understand if you don't want to. It is sort of an unusual thing to ask but I want you to give me a blow job. I have been on the giving end of blow jobs but I've never been on the receiving end and I want to see how it feels. Remember, it will be your own cock, not a stranger's." Mom had clearly had the blow job request in the back of her mind all along. I think that's why she started the whole personal question discussion. She wanted to get me thinking about sex rather than just switching. She also knew which buttons to push to get her body to a sexual peak. I was almost ready to cum every time she touched me. But I was flabbergasted. Me suck a man's cock. Never! Then I realized that I would be me sucking my own cock. I had often imagined what it would be like but I was never flexible enough to do it to myself. Now that I was in my Mom's body the whole idea didn't seem so bad. "OK," I said. "I promise not to bite." "Remember," Mom said, "whose penis will have the tooth marks after we switch." Mom crawled on the bed beside me in a 69 position and moved her hips toward my face. She put her hands on my head and pulled me toward her. "Whenever you're ready," she said. My cock seemed enormous. I never realized that it was so big when seen close up. There was a little glistening drop of precum on the tip that I touched tentatively with my tongue. Actually it tasted pretty good, certainly not as gross as I expected. Perhaps that was the influence of my Mom's body. I finally gathered the courage to take the whole end of the cock in my mouth and started working around it with my tongue. It was a mouthful but it felt sort of nice. Mom's hips started moving a bit and I felt the cock sliding in and out. I alternated a few sucks with a stroking action, just the way I imagined I would like it. It's too bad that I couldn't feel the sensation in my penis myself but I knew that Mom, in my body, was really getting aroused. The cock felt harder than before and more and more juices began to leak out. I was getting turned on too by the thought of sucking my own cock. Perhaps, after we switched back, I could work on my flexibility and do it for real. Mom's hands left my head and after a moment pulled my legs apart I felt a warm wet sexy sensation on my pussy and I realized that Mom was licking me too. It was an erotic dream sucking and getting eaten at the same time. After a minute of licking around the edges, her tongue went directly to my clitoris. I had another little orgasm almost immediately but Mom kept on rubbing my clit with her tongue. I still had my cock in my mouth and was sucking and stroking and even scraping my teeth on the engorged head. I was getting to like the taste of the precum. Mom's hands pressed my legs tight against her head, all the while working her tongue around my clit. Then she started sucking the clit and the sensation increased. I didn't think it was possible but she did it. We went on licking and sucking each other for about five minutes and I had little climaxes over and over. I guess her body was demonstrating again that she was multi orgasmic. Mom could make her body cum so easily. How could she ever manage to stop. No wonder women like this stuff. The sensations coming from my cunt made Mom's body start shaking again. Her legs started to quiver. I couldn't do anything to stop it. My cunt seemed to overpower my brain. All I could do was lay there while Mom gave me climax after climax by sucking and chewing my clit. My legs got stiff, my back arched, and I had an intense and massive mind blowing orgasm. Then I felt Mom shudder and she pulled out of my mouth. "Wow! I almost blew it there. We have to stop," she said. "I was just an inch away from cumming and I wasn't ready to make the switch. If I had an accidental orgasm we wouldn't be able to make the switch until tomorrow night. And by the way, you give a great blow job." I applied the lube to my pussy, rubbing it around until the whole area was slick. I didn't need to do much since juices were running out of my cunt like a faucet. Then, I lay down to let Mom do the switch. Mom sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on my knee. "Steve, roll over and get on your knees for me." "Why," I asked as I started to roll over "What are you gonna do?" "Well," he said, like he was deciding whether or not to tell me. "I really like it from behind and I'm pretty sure that in my body, you will too." "Okay," I said, getting on my hands and knees, feet fairly wide apart. "Like this?" Mom got behind me. "Perfect." I could feel Mom putting his penis at my opening and then pushing forward. He slipped right in and I could feel that by now familiar stretching to accommodate. He went all the way forward, in one slow even thrust, until he was up against my butt. I knew what he was talking about liking it this way now. It felt so full and soon he was moving in and out like a piston. My boobs were bouncing up and down in time with his thrusts. He reached his hands around under my body and grabbed my nipples, pulling them back and forth like reins to time my motions. Before long, I was pushing back in time to his thrusts, trying to get him even deeper. I really did like it in this position. After about five minutes of growing pleasure, I was surprised to feel him hitting that same spot that the Sybian had earlier. It was that spot that felt like it was in my bladder, radiating the feeling throughout my body. Mom was holding onto my breasts, pulling me back in time with his thrusts, because I'd collapsed my arms and my head and shoulders were down on the bed, my butt sticking up. I felt the buildup and knew I was going to have a huge orgasm soon. At that moment, he started pounding into me harder, lunging forward into me. His thighs slapped against my ass cheeks with each thrust. Steve pulled so hard on my tits that I thought that he was going to rip the nipples right off. Mom's tits enjoyed being treated roughly and the more forcefully he pulled the better they seemed to like it. The mixture of pleasure and pain was exquisite. Finally one particularly vigorous thrust did it and I went over the edge. I screamed into the mattress hoping not to wake up Sara as I bucked in orgasm and grabbed handfuls of sheets, trying desperately to hold myself in place so Mom could finish. It was incredible. Better even than the Sybian. Just then, I felt Mom swell and the first spurt entered me, as I felt that sudden wedge drive me out of my body, the familiar out of body feeling and then I flew back into the other body. The next thing I knew, I was holding onto Mom's nipples, pounding into her for all I was worth, feeling the last bit of the orgasm. After the orgasm I'd been feeling in Mom's body it was almost a let down. Mom, however, seemed to still be riding the mind blowing one I'd left. My cock hadn't lost any of its stiffness and I kept driving in and out of Mom's tight cunt. I could feel the unbearable tension grow in my groin and I came again. Mom was having a second major orgasm the way she was gripping the sheets and screaming into the mattress. I kept fucking as long as I could, Mom flailing about under me cumming over and over. Eventually I stopped, still on my knees, buried all the way inside. Mom just stayed where she was, breathing heavily and then fell forward, pulling me out of her in the process. I was looking at my hands and running my fingers through my short hair. I was so happy to be back in my own body. Mom sat up and we hugged. She looked at her breasts, I guess to make sure that the nipples were still on. They were bright pink and the ends of the tits showed some finger marks but the nipples were definitely still in place. "Thanks Mom," I said as I got up and started throwing on my pants. "No. Thank you," Mom said. "You are a wonderful lover. That was by far the best sex I've had since your father died. I expect that you will sleep with Sara again but please be careful and don't hurt her. She is a precious person. And now that we have broken the ice..." She never finished the last sentence but I got her drift. I wanted to talk to Sara, but since she was asleep, I figured I'd just wait until morning. I picked up the rest of my clothes and headed down the two flights of stairs to the basement and my room. I threw the dirty clothes in the hamper by the washer and took off my pants. Then, I walked into my bedroom and into my bathroom. Turning on the shower, I rinsed off and got dry. Then I brushed my teeth and hopped into bed. I knew right away that Sara was there. Sara sat up and hugged me. She wasn't wearing anything. She was nude. "Sara," I said, returning the hug fiercely. "I'm so glad everything's back to normal. "So," Sara said smiling. "You glad to be back in there?" I smiled back at her. "You have no idea. I have to admit now that it's all over; it was really interesting to experience life as a girl. Part of me wants to do it again sometime, to learn more of what being a woman is. That first night when you said there were good parts to being a girl, I couldn't imagine what could be good about it. Now I know. When I switched back, the first thing I thought was that I wanted to tell you. Now you tell me, did you like being a boy?" Sara thought for a while. "Well," she said, "it's much easier being a boy than a girl. You don't have to spend so much time making yourself pretty and standing up when you pee is a snap. But the sex is much different. While I was in your body, I sneaked in a masturbation. When I did it to myself without you to distract me, I was surprised at how local and intense it was. Everything was centered on my penis. It took such a short time to get excited and then I exploded. After I came, I just wiped myself off and went back to what I was doing before. "No wonder you guys are driven by sex. It's so convenient. Me, when I do it to myself, I have to get undressed and work up to it slowly, playing with my breasts and rubbing my fingers around my pussy before I even get to touching my clit. It takes a lot of time and I'm all sweaty when I get done. I like it both ways though. But now I'm really tired so I think I'm just gonna go to sleep if you don't mind." "No, I don't mind. I was just thinking the same thing." I turned out the light and got into bed. Sara was there, lying beside me and we wound up on our sides in a spooning position, my arm around her waist and my hand on her breast. It felt right. I think the stress of the last few days got to both of us because we both fell fast asleep. *** Sara and I switched two times more before the end of the school year. The first was almost out of necessity. I had an important English Lit exam scheduled and had missed a couple of critical classes because of a bad cold. Besides, the reading assignment for that week had been a couple of Jane Austin novels. I hate them but Sara loved them and could recite them almost word for word. Sara suggested that we switch so that she could take the exam in my place. It wasn't quite cheating. We had taken the same classes and had almost identical scores on all the tests. Sara felt that I would not be up my best on the test. She was probably right. But I still didn't want to do it. On the night before the test she slipped into my room while I was asleep and started rubbing my penis. I thought that I was having a wet dream. She had used a bit of Mom's lubricant on her hand and stroked up and down so gently that I didn't wake up until just before I came. I felt the wedge but by then it was too late. Sara sat up in bed and wiped the cum from her cock with a Kleenex. "That was nice, Steve. I don't have any hard classes today and all the finished homework is in my book bag. We can switchback tomorrow." Mom looked at us suspiciously that morning at breakfast. She knew that something wasn't quite right when Steve only nibbled at his CocoPuffs. But she was discrete enough not to ask. We had more or less agreed that we wouldn't switch without telling her. I don't know that she was as afraid of switching as much as that we would get so sexually involved with each other that we would stop having other friends. Not to worry, Mom. We still went out and dated frequently. It's just that we felt that we didn't have to 'make out' on every date. We had each other for that. Of course Sara did well on the test. She always does. We both looked forward to a pleasant evening of switching back. After dinner and a bit of TV Mom turned in, pleading an early appointment the next morning. I don't think we fooled her a bit. Back in Steve's room we kissed and hugged. Sara sucked my increasingly sensitive tits while I played with his cock and balls. When it got hard enough, I rubbed the tip of the cock on the outside of my cunt, kind of preparing myself for penetration. As soon as I got wet enough he pushed inside and we screwed each other gently for what seemed like hours. This was fucking for fun, not for passion. The pleasant feeling increased gradually. We moved faster and faster and I climbed higher and higher. Steve's spurting penis triggered my orgasm and I felt the wedge. I don't know whose it was since we climaxed at almost the same time. But the next instant we were back in our own bodies, both breathing heavily. Sara pulled on a robe and went back to her own room while I slept like a log the rest of the night. The next time we switched was for Sara's final softball game of the season. The PE teacher had arranged a game with another school during the spring break. Sara, of course, knew that she couldn't play softball well at all but she didn't want to let her friends down. Also, if she did well, she might get a decent grade in PE for a change. As soon as I found out about it, I suggested the switch. Softball was one of my best sports. I didn't think of it as payback for the exam at all, just a way of helping my sister. PE grades weren't counted in academic standings. Sara agreed reluctantly. I guess it was more that her friends were counting on her than for herself. This time we would have to wear each other's bodies for a least two days because the PE teacher had scheduled a practice for the day before the game and it wouldn't do to be a klutz at practice and then look good in the actual contest. The school would be closed during the spring break and I excused myself from meeting with the guys on the pretext of filling out college applications. I had to do these anyway so it was hardly a lie. This time we told Mom before we did it. Mom wouldn't have approved of switching for the exam but she understood Sara's desire not to disappoint her friends. The big game was scheduled for Wednesday so we had to switch on Monday night. Mom made us a nice dinner then said that she was going to spend the evening at Aunt Amy's and she wouldn't be home until very late. She was being very politic in recognizing the special relationship we had with each other while not exactly approving of what we were doing. But then, she had been there herself. We had the whole house to ourselves. Most important, we had Mom's implicit blessing. I don't know of many mothers that would approve of their teen aged children sleeping together - Mom certainly wasn't enthusiastic about it. I guess in the back of her mind there was always the possibility that we wouldn't actually fuck. Just give each other orgasms. It was sort of like the tradition of having one man in a firing squad use a blank bullet. No one could be 100 percent sure of firing the fatal shot. Usually though, we did fuck. As many times as we could. Sara didn't believe that she was truly multi orgasmic like Mom. But she could still climax a couple of times a night. Thank God. I'm not sure I could take someone of Mom's stamina on a repeated basis. The evening turned out to be surprisingly pleasant. We watched a romantic comedy film on TV with Sara snuggling against me. She had her head in my lap and I caressed her shoulder and neck. About 9 PM we both decided that it was time for bed. Early, but we had a big night planned. Sara decided that she should take a shower before bedtime so she got up and headed for her bedroom. Soon I could hear the water running in her bathroom. I needed a shower too and stripped off my clothes but I made the sudden decision to join Sara in her shower. It would save water. When I opened her shower door, Sara was momentarily startled but she made the most of it. She soaped me all over and used the wash cloth on my back. The she turned me around and used it on my front with special attention to my penis and balls. Eventually Sara dropped the cloth but continued soaping my penis. My cock got rigid from her attention. I put one arm around her shoulders and the other on the shower wall to steady myself but that didn't stop Sara's massage. I figured out Sara's strategy a second too late. My cum blasted the shower wall. "Now it's my turn." she said. "How about helping me wash my back." She handed me the soapy washcloth. I washed her back and shoulders then gravitated to her lovely butt. I put my hands on her hips and slowly turned her around. "The back is done," I said, "now I'll do the front." I dropped to my knees and used the washcloth on her legs, moving from the ankles to the thighs. My position put her pussy right at the level of my eyes. I couldn't resist the opportunity. Dropping the washcloth I put my arms around her rear and pulled Sara's cunt toward my face. The first few licks tasted a little soapy but after half a minute I could taste Sara's sweet juices. She put both hands on my head and pushed me tighter into her. I even had a chance to push my tongue right into her vagina before I felt Sara shudder. She had had a climax. But she didn't forget our objective. I felt the wedge, and suddenly I had tits and a vagina. "See, big boy, two can play at the shower game." We got out of the shower and dried each other off. She simply rubbed a towel through her hair and on her back the way guys do after a shower. But Sara insisted on putting conditioner in my hair and then brushed and combed it. "I have to do this every time I take a shower without a cap," she said. "Otherwise it will be a rat's nest of tangles in the morning. But maybe I should just let you comb it out tomorrow. Then you can appreciate what it takes to look beautiful for you." "Sara, you would look beautiful to me with a paper bag over your head." "Thanks Sis. Oops! I'm not supposed to call you that am I? Now let me finish drying you. Sara took the towel and gently padded me all over. She dabbed between my legs and worked her way around my tits. "Considering the number of showers I take, if I dried off the way you do," she said, I would rub my titties and pussy raw. Girls just have too many nooks and crannies for rough towels. Now just relax and let me finish." I looked down as she lifted and dried under my boobs. They were bigger than I remembered. It had been several months since we started making love and I remembered the tits being about the size of apples. Nice apples. Now they were the size of oranges. The nipples stood out a little further too but that was probably because of the shower. "Aren't these bigger?" I asked as I touched one of her breasts. "I'm a growing girl," said Sara. "The first time I came into your bedroom they were a B cup. Now they are a C cup. Well, maybe even a C . I seem to be taking after Mom." I 'weighed' Sara's breasts in each hand. They did seem heavier and fuller. I couldn't resist the temptation to reach up and tweak the nipples a little. The sensation was a little more erotic that the what I remembered from the previous times in Sara's body. "They certainly feel good," I said. "Yes," responded Sara. "Don't the nipples feel nice? Sometimes I play with them when I'm in bed. Now look what else I discovered about my titties." Sara went to the sink and took out her little battery powered toothbrush. The kind where the tip rotates back and forth when you switch it on. She wet it under the faucet and came back to me. "Now watch this," said Sara. She raised one boob in her hand, rubbing the nipple a bit so that it would stand out. The she applied the rotating tip of the toothbrush directly to the nipple. I almost jumped. It was like an electric shot to the tittie. Sara continued to move the rotating toothbrush around the nipple as it got stiffer and stiffer. "I do this almost every time I brush my teeth," said Sara. "Sometimes Mom can hear the toothbrush through the closed bathroom door. Once she even complimented me on my attention to dental hygiene. I tried it once on my clit but it was far too intense. So I guess it's just a boobie brush." In a way I was pleased that Sara could talk about sex things now without getting too emotional. When we first switched everything was so passionate and anxiety provoking that we didn't think about simple pleasure. Now that we know that we can switch back we can explore and even play with each other's bodies. It takes the boredom out of just being oneself. Besides, it's so much fun. Sara's boobie brush had turned me on and I could see her cock getting stiff. "We have a busy day tomorrow," I said. "Don't you think that we should get to bed and get some sleep? And," I continued as I reached my hand down and touched my cunt, "I'm feeling empty inside." "Don't worry, Sis. I know just what to do to fix that." Sara simply picked me up and carried me to the bed. There was no need for pajamas or nightgowns. Mom assured us that we would have the house to ourselves until well after midnight. No foreplay either. He simply spread my legs apart and plunged his face right into my crotch and started licking. "You are going too fast," I said. "I'm not ready yet." But he didn't stop. His fingers held apart my outer lips and his tongue went directly to my clit. My buildup came at jet speed. Waves of pleasure shot all over my body. My legs closed tight around his head, my hands pressing him into my cunt. I could feel everything getting tense. My back arched, my legs shook, and I came and came. Wow did I cum! It seemed to last forever. When I recovered my breath, the first thing I saw was Steve smiling at me. "You seem to forget," he said, "that I've been in that body much longer than you and I know exactly what it wants. And right now it wanted to cum so badly that I thought it would explode. Now that that's out of the way we can play nicely with each other." The rest of the night we lay side by side, touching each other, playing with each other's bodies as well as our own. I fingered my bulging nipples and newly enlarged breasts. When that got me sufficiently excited I wet my fingers and put them inside my vagina, moving them in and out, while Sara helped me stimulate myself and gave me words of encouragement. "Don't forget the clit," she said. One of her hands moved down to help me finger fuck myself while the other caressed my breasts. Both of us were helping her body masturbate. It was a truly cooperative effort. I felt an orgasm approaching and began to gasp and moan. Sara held me while I shuddered to my second climax of the evening. Then it was Sara's turn. Thanks to my session with Mom I wasn't reluctant to suck my body's penis any more. When I recovered my breath after the orgasm I put my small hand around the end of the cock and guided it to my lips. The end was swollen and red, just like a small ripe apple. Sara held the cock in both hands while I tongued it all over, then slowly slipped the head between my lips. It tasted great, salty but a bit soapy after that long shower. I couldn't get the full length of it in my mouth but I managed to get a lot of it in, working it back and forth and scraping it just a bit with my teeth. Short strokes followed by long strokes. Short followed by long. Sara squirmed on the bed beneath me, arms around my ass holding me in place. His body got more and more tense and the arms gripped tighter and tighter. "Steve, I'm going to cum!" I could feel his cock pulsing, as if he was trying to hold back. But rather than pull my head away, I gripped him tighter between my lips. I don't know if it was me or Sara's body running the show but I wanted to taste his cum. And cum he did. A mouthful of thick, pungent and salty/sweet cum. I swallowed and swallowed but still it came. Some dribbled out of my lips onto my face but I sucked most of it back. I suppose that I was now a 'cum slut,' well, not really a slut but I did like his cum. It was my first time and I welcomed the chance to do it both for myself and my wonderful sister. "That was fantastic," he said. "For me too," I answered. We drifted off to sleep, lying side by side. Mom came in after midnight and went straight to her room without checking on us. I suppose that she was a little reluctant to see what her children had been up to. About 4 a.m. Sara rolled over towards me and started caressing me. He awakened me by sneaking his hand between my legs and gently fingering my pussy lips. At first I thought that it was a dream but then I felt his tongue on my nipples. I could feel his hard prick on my thigh and I slowly reached down and guided it to the right place. Only half awake, we had sex in a long relaxed fuck like normal people instead of horny teen agers. He came just before I did and we drifted back off to sleep, our arms around each other. The alarm went off far too soon. Too soon. I could have slept for a couple of more hours. When we went down to breakfast Mom was back home. She didn't seem concerned. She never even asked if we had made the switch. We each fixed our own breakfast and washed up after. I was wearing just a tight T shirt and workout shorts since I planned to put on athletic sweats later. Mom came over and kissed me on the head. Then she flicked my still stiff nipple with her finger and suggested that I wear a less revealing outfit before I went to school. "Your breasts are getting so big that anyone can tell that you aren't even wearing a bra," she said. "There is no point looking like a hooker. It's an all-girls' team." After breakfast Sara and I had a long strategy session about how I would mimic Sara in softball. I couldn't be too good at the start but should work gradually into it. That way the coach would think that his tutoring was responsible and it would keep Sara's friends from getting suspicious. I put on very little makeup, my underwear and sweats and tied my hair back. It was only a practice and I didn't have to impress anyone. Sara made sure I was wearing a sports bra. She said it was necessary for my new bigger boobs. Mom's office was closed today for an administrative holiday so she offered to drive me to the school. I was relieved. I wouldn't have to attempt to drive Steve's stick shift car in Sara's body. While she knew what to do, she hadn't achieved the hand and foot coordination to make crashless shifts. The clutch had begun acting a little flaky after Sara's attempts to learn to drive. When we got to school, Mom said that she would pick me up after practice, about four hours from now. In the meantime she was going to visit Aunt Amy. Aunt Amy lived only two blocks from the school. Practice went as I expected. We were divided up into two teams and played a few innings against each other. Players were rotated into various positions as the PE teacher and the men's softball coach tried to get a handle on our abilities. I was hitting OK and did well at snagging flyballs although my throwing still sucked. Eventually they decided that I should play an infield position where I wouldn't have to throw too far. Because I was left handed, first base seemed the natural choice. It was the position I played on the boys' team. I liked the idea too. A lot of action. I got really bored in the outfield. We practiced for a couple of innings, then started a real game, with the better players divided evenly on both sides. Despite my resolve not to excel, I was having a good day. It's hard to ignore reflexes even if your body is not always up to the task. At least half a dozen times during the practice I felt, through some kind of ESP connection, the almost overpowering sensation that Sara was giving my body a massive orgasm. When I was at bat I watched a perfect strike go by as the climax sensation hit. Normally I could have belted that ball for a good hit. Sara must have been on a masturbating frenzy. In the last inning our side was one run ahead but the other side had runners on first and second with only one out. Jenny, their strongest batter was at the plate. She drove a line drive directly at me down the first base line. I suppose I should have let it go past into the outfield. The game meant nothing. But I reacted before thinking, lept and caught the ball on the fly and flipped it to second base. Diane tagged the runner coming in for a double play. The game was over. I rushed over to Diane and hugged her and then, in a typical male reflex action, patted her on the ass. It's what the guys always do when someone makes a great play. Diane looked startled, then turned to me and smiled. As we walked to the shower room, I overheard the boy's coach talking to the PE teacher. "You didn't tell me that Sara was that good. Too bad she's a girl, we could use her on the boys' team." If he only knew. The shower room was like it always was. We giggled a lot and hugged each other. Diane soaped my hair and I soaped hers. I was getting used to the girl talk and tried to hold up my end. I suppose I did OK. We hugged other and said that we would see each other tomorrow. Since we finished an hour early, I didn't want to wait around the school for Mom and decided to walk to Aunt Amy's house. Aunt Amy often left her door unlocked and this was one of those times. I entered and looked around but I didn't see anyone. They must be in the pool, I thought. As I walked through the house to get to the back yard, I heard a noise coming from upstairs. Well, they must be up in Aunt Amy's bedroom. So I went up. The bedroom door was partly open and I distinctly heard my Mom's voice say "Yes. Do it again." I pushed the door open and looked in. The shades were drawn and the bedroom was quite dark. Aunt Amy and my Mom had obviously been swimming. Their wet swimsuits were hanging over the back of a chair, dripping water on the floor. As my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, I could see Mom and Aunt Amy lying on the bed together. They were so wrapped up in what they were doing that they didn't even notice my entrance. Mom was lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. Aunt Amy had her mouth on Mom's cunt and was licking furiously. Mom was twitching and turning and her legs were beating a tattoo on the bed. One of Mom's hands was pressing Aunt Amy's head into her vagina, the other was mauling one of her own tits. The nipple was wet and enlarged, as if she had been sucking on it "Yes," Mom cried. "You've hit the right spot. Do it to me! Do it to me again! I love it!" Despite my shock, I couldn't help but appreciate Mom's attractiveness, from her showgirl legs to her burlesque queen breasts. But the scene was right out of a porn movie. Aunt Amy was pretty too but in a different way. She was tall and slim. Her breasts were smaller than Mom's and could best be described as "perky." It was obvious that they were totally immersed in what they were doing. I watched them loving each other, so caught up in their sensations that they didn't even know I was in the room. It was totally beautiful - but perverse. Not Mom and my Aunt. How could they? "Mom!" I shouted. That got their attention. Both sat up, startled at having their intimate moment invaded. "Yes, dear. I didn't expect you so early." She glanced at the clock. "It's still an hour before I was to pick you up." But the woman who spoke was Aunt Amy, not my Mom. "We switched last night while you and Steve were alone. We have about half an hour before we can switch back. I thought that was time enough." Mom, who I guess was really Aunt Amy, chimed in. "Don't blame your Mom. I talked her into switching last night. It's been ages since we've done it and I really enjoy having sex in her body. I love playing with real tits instead of my cupcakes and I love how she can make me cum over and over. If I was your Mom I would find myself a real lover to fuck me and never get out of bed." By this time Mom and Aunt Amy were both sitting up in bed and trying to find something to cover their naked bodies. Not that it mattered anymore. "We have about half an hour before we can switch back," Aunt Amy, in Mom's body, said. "You can watch TV downstairs, or, " she said with a twinkle in her eye, "you can watch your Mom give me a quick orgasm. From what your Mom told me, I don't think anything we do will surprise you." "I'll take a rain check on watching if you don't mind," I said. "I'll be downstairs looking at TV. Come down when you are ready." I went downstairs and turned on the TV. But I couldn't help but think about Mom and Aunt Amy making love. Despite my protests, I really wanted to see them do it. Just as they were doing it when I first entered their room. So I quietly crept up the stairs back to the bedroom. The sound of the TV masked any noise that I might make. I pushed the door open a crack. After my eyes became accustomed to the dark I could see Mom and Aunt Amy on the bed. Aunt Amy was rubbing her hands up and down Mom's legs while Mom twisted and turned on the bed. "Oh yes," she whispered, "Do it more." Then Mom spread her legs and exposed her cunt. Her hands reached down and spread her pussy lips. Aunt Amy couldn't resist the invitation and buried her mouth in Mom's cunt. From my position at the door, I could hear her sucking. "Suck me harder," said Mom. "Lick me all up." Then Mom wrapped her legs around Aunt Amy and squeezed her tight. Their bodies were merged together, undulating and writhing on the bed in a sensuous embrace. Both shuddered in what I hoped was the orgasm that would let them switch back. It was a beautiful sight. I wanted to stay and watch more but I realized that if they had indeed switched, Mom would be coming downstairs soon. So I went back and pretended to watch TV. After about half an hour I heard the shower running and soon my lovely Mom came down the stairs, fresh and clean, and looking as if nothing had happened. "Is it really you?" I asked. "Yes, sweetie. I'll tell you all about it when we drive home." We got in the car and Mom started driving. "Mom, why did you do it?" "Well, it was pretty much as Aunt Amy said. I went over for an early dinner to keep out of the way while you kids were switching. We had a couple of glasses of wine and all I could think about was the two of you fucking like bunnies. Amy reminded me of the fun we used to have when we switched and asked me if we would like to try it again. Then she told me about how much she liked to have sex in my body. And I told her that when I was in her body how much I liked to suck my own cunt juices. "We had finished the bottle of wine and started on another. By this time Amy had her hand in my blouse and was rubbing my nipples. I had my hand under her skirt. I don't know who seduced whom but soon after dinner we were in bed making love to each other and we switched. I'm not a lesbian, but you must know by this time that I have a huge sexual appetite. Most of the time I can keep it under control but once in a while I just have to give into my urges or I will explode. Especially after I've had too much to drink. That's what happened with Aunt Amy last night." "What happens then?" I asked. "When I lose control of my urges, I just have to fuck and suck and cum until the feeling goes away. That can take from a couple of hours to a couple of weeks. It doesn't happen very often, thank God. The first time it happened was with Aunt Amy when we were teen agers. We were experimenting and gave each other orgasms. We switched accidentally and then spent the next two months having sex with each other until we discovered how to switch back. We must have cum a hundred times before we got it right. "It didn't happen again until I married your father. My sex urge got triggered off on our honeymoon and we spent an entire two weeks fucking each other's brains out. Not that he minded. Your Dad used to say that I had a head made for business and a body made for sex. You kids were born nine months later. The last time I lost control was yesterday with Aunt Amy." "Are you a uh, nympho- nymphomaniac?" I asked. "Far from it," said Mom. "Nymphomaniacs have to make repeated conquests of different people. It's not just to satisfy their desires but gives them a chance to control people with sex. The sexual conquests boost their self-image. With me it's different. I don't want the conquests, I just need to feel the physical release of intense sex. It's like a bad itch that doesn't go away even if you scratch. When I'm doing it to myself I can't stop. One climax is never enough. I need them over and over again. When I was younger I thought that if I made sex painful that would discourage me. I tried pinching my clit with my fingernails and biting my nipples hard enough to draw blood. It didn't work. I even stuck needles into my nipples when they got hard. But all that did was convince me that I had a masochistic tendency. The physical pain just made me cum harder." "I looked up my condition on the internet and found that it's a rare and poorly understood aberration called Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome in which a combination of factors triggers off a hormone imbalance. It's like a dog going into heat. Having an orgasm helps relieve the tension but it comes back very soon. If I could, I would just masturbate and give myself orgasms over and over without anyone finding out. "That's why I got the Sybian. But once in a while I need the contact with other people. Sex is more than just sticking something in your vagina. It's giving pleasure as well as getting it. For a while after your father died, when you and Sara were small children, I tried having a lot of affairs. I must have slept with an army of different men. But when I got a sex urge nothing was as satisfactory as simply masturbating. I could give myself as many climaxes as I needed without all the buildup of dating, being nice, and saying goodbye. I want desperately to fuck as well as being fucked but I intend to keep my shame in the family. Aunt Amy is definitely family, just like you and Sara." "And," she went on, "where did you learn about nymphomaniacs?" "Just around," I said. "What did you and Aunt Amy do with each other?" "We spent most of the evening doing just about what you saw when you came in. I licked my body's clit for hours while Amy had climax after climax. I kept myself from having an orgasm but I must have swallowed a gallon of juices out of my own cunt. Aunt Amy, in my body, was having a field day. She played with my boobies, sucking and biting the nipples while I made her cum over and over. But don't blame it on Aunt Amy. She couldn't stop herself. My body was having one of its insatiable sex urges. Aunt Amy is not multi orgasmic but in my body she can cum over and over. "We spent the morning giving my body climaxes and Amy loved it. It fun making someone else cum and even more fun when you're doing it to your own body. I enjoy watching myself cumming. It's like looking at a porn movie starring me. I'm not sure that I'm off the sex urge yet. It's hard to control myself when I get this way." "But we saw you this morning." "No, that was Aunt Amy. We couldn't get back in our own bodies until this afternoon. Aunt Amy came to our house after midnight and drove you to school. Then she went back to her own house for another session with me. We were going to switch back before I had to pick you up. But then you found us. I kind of wished you had stayed upstairs to watch us switch. It might have made the explanation easier. But I'm glad that you looked in at us when you were pretending to watch TV. You must realize by this time that as well as being your mother and your aunt, Amy and I are just two horny people who enjoy making love to each other. I'm sorry if I disappointed you." "Nothing of the sort Mom. I love you more than ever." By the end of our conversation we were home. Mom walked into the house, put her arms around Sara and me kissed us. "I love my family." she said. "Now how about dinner?" But because of the events of the day, no one had even thought about preparing something to eat. We eventually ordered Chinese, splurging to order from the "deluxe" menu. I told Sara about her adventures on the ball field and warned her that the big league scouts would come calling any time now. She, in turn had rewritten several of my college application essays, correcting the grammar and spelling and cleaning up the confusing prose. I told Sara that I hope that the professors don't expect me to write that well if I get admitted to one of the college that I applied to. Sara, in turn responded that she hoped no one would expect her to be as athletic as she was when I was in her body. We agreed that collectively we were great but individually we were a bit of a fraud. When Sara and I were alone I asked her about the masturbation signals I felt throughout the day. "I'm sorry, Steve. I just couldn't resist the impulse. Every time I went to the bathroom and had your cock in my hands I had the overpowering desire to make myself cum. It's so quick and easy with a prick and the feeling is so intense. I could really get addicted to male orgasms. But I can see how distracting it must be when you are playing softball. I promise to restrain myself tomorrow." The rest of the evening passed quickly and we all retired to our bedrooms early. I'm sure we all could use a good night's rest. Sara and I were too tired to even think of sleeping together. I fell asleep right away but woke up shortly after midnight. I kept thinking about what I had seen that afternoon and what Mom told me in the car. Regardless of the fact that I was now in Sara's body, I couldn't shake the vision of my lovely Mom thrashing about in sexual ecstasy. I was obsessed by the thought of seeing it again. I put on a robe and quietly made my way to Mom's room. The door opened noiselessly and I slipped in. It was a hot night and Mom had thrown the covers off. She was lying on her back with just a thin nightdress on. The moonlight through the window illuminated the sight. Her cunt drew me forward like a magnet. I crawled up on her bed between her legs and slowly moved the fabric of the nightdress out of the way. The smell was intoxicating. I trembled as I put out my tongue and lowered it to her cunt. What if she would wake up? But I licked, softly at first, then a bit harder. My tongue stroked up her labia and ultimately was drawn to her clitoris. I felt my Mom stir and I was sure she was going to waken and chase me out of her room. Instead she put her hand on my head and softly said, "Suck me harder baby." I was in heaven. Mom wrapped her long, beautiful legs around me and pulled me into her. Her hands reached down and separated her cunt lips so I could get to the juicy parts inside. I covered her hands with my own and entwined my fingers with hers. It was wild, both of us holding hands, playing with Mom's cunt while she rose closer and closer to orgasm. We were both participating in making her cum. I loved the taste of her juices too just as Mom told me when she was in Aunt Amy's body. Mom's back arched and her hips lifted off the bed forcing my tongue deeper into her cunt. Her legs started to shake. I could feel the quiver in her thighs. "Yes, yes, I'm cumming," Mom whispered. "Lick me, suck me. Yes!" With that Mom gave a final shudder and relaxed. All tension seemed to leave her body. We lay there for a few minutes without saying anything. Then Mom said, "Come up to me." I slithered up to Mom until our heads were side by side. "I'm sorry, Mom. I couldn't get the vision of you and Aunt Amy out of my mind. I almost went crazy thinking about it and I had to see it again. When I saw you lying asleep, I couldn't stop myself. You taste so wonderful." "I'm not angry dear. In fact just the opposite. I was wondering what you thought when you saw me and Aunt Amy together. I hoped you wouldn't think the less of me." Mom put her arms around me and drew me close. I could feel her big breasts pressing through her nightgown against my smaller ones. "Would you like to suck my titties dear? Just like you did when you were a baby. I would really like that." She pulled her gown open and offered one of her big breasts to my mouth. I latched on like a baby and started sucking. True, I had licked and sucked on Mom's tits before but only when I was in her body and she was teaching me about how to give it pleasure. This was different. I was in Sara's body now and tit sucking for a woman is both sexy and emotional. I was so glad that she had forgiven me. I sucked, and tongued and even bit a little while Mom pulled me close. While I devoured her tits, her hand moved over my body. I felt her hand encompass one of my modest sized breasts and then stroke and twist the nipple. It was unexpected but felt very nice. Her hand gravitated lower, rubbing across my flat belly down to my mound. When Sara and I first switched, I shaved the hair off my pussy and Sara kept it that way. Mom seemed surprised but that didn't stop her from moving her hand still lower until she was touching my cunt lips. As I sucked, she stroked. I started to squirm from the erotic massage. When I got wet enough she slipped a finger inside and started moving it around. Then two fingers, then three. I hadn't intended to cum but I was rising fast. I let Mom's nipple slip out of my mouth. "Do it to me, Mom. Do it." My free hands went to my breasts and I started squeezing and rolling the, by now, rock hard nipples. Mom pulled my head back to her tit and said, "Don't be too gentle on my nipples. I want you to make my tits hurt a bit. The pain makes me cum. Suck me harder, darling. Bite me, chew me. Bite me hard!" I bit down almost hard enough to draw blood just as I came. And surprisingly my Mom orgasmed too just from the hard tit play. We lay quietly for a few minutes, catching our breath. I heard Mom start to giggle. "What's so funny?" I asked. "I just think it is funny that my stud of a son who likes to fuck his Mommy is also my daughter and has tits and a pussy. And what is even funnier is that both of them can make me cum." "You have a big day tomorrow. Do you want to go back to bed or are you game for another round?" "Could we have a quiet round?" I asked. "My cunt feels OK but I'm afraid that if we repeat what we did, I might pinch my tits black and blue and bite your nipple off." Mom checked, holding up her tit and inspecting it in the moonlight. "I think it is good for another couple of rounds," she said, "but let's do it a different way." Mom reversed her position on the bed and lowered her head until it was level with my pussy. "You do the same," she said. I quickly followed her instructions because I wanted to get another taste of her delicious cunt. "This is the way we started, isn't it. Are you game for another orgasm?" I felt her legs start to wrap around me. It would be different this time. Last time she was passive pretending to be asleep. The inside of her thighs were wonderfully soft. I put my hands down toward her ankles and ran them up over her legs to the back of her knees. "It feels very nice when you touch my legs," Mom said. "We will have to do that later. But right now I have other things on my mind. Suck my clit and I'll show you what they are." I didn't need an engraved invitation. Mom's pussy was still wet from her last climax. I put my arms around her ass and pulled her into me. I tasted the fragrant juices immediately. By this time Mom's tongue was in my cunt. "You taste delicious my son or daughter. Sometimes I forget which it is. But you have a first class pussy. I'm really going to enjoy this." Not as much as me, I thought. Not as much as me. So we sucked and fondled and stroked each other for what seemed hours. Mom gave me a climax, and then I gave her one. Both of us seemed to respond the same way. Our bodies got tense, out hips moved back and forth, our backs arched, our legs shook, and then we came. After about five minutes of gentle licking and sucking the sequence started all over again. We matched orgasm for orgasm until the sky started to lighten. It had been four hours since I crept into her bedroom. I knew that Mom was almost sexually insatiable but I was pleasantly surprised that Sara's body climaxed so many times, more than half a dozen if I had counted correctly. Perhaps the ability to have multiple orgasms runs in families too. But with the sun coming up, I knew I had to get some rest. The game was today and I couldn't let Sara or the team down. Besides my tongue was so tired that I could barely move it. "Mom," I said, as I started to get up. "I've got to get some sleep." Mom looked at me longingly. "Don't go," she said, "I need just a bit more." She was on a sexual peak and couldn't climb down. "I'll send Steve up," I said. "Maybe he can help." I was also curious to see if Steve's body was as good a lover with Sara in it as Sara's body was with me in it. I tiptoed out of the room. The last glimpse I had of Mom in the early morning light was of her squirming on the bed, pushing her hand in and out of her cunt. She had a look of sexual tension, almost agony, on her beautiful face. On the way back to my bedroom, I knocked on Sara's door. "Wake up, big brother. Mom needs you." Sara staggered out, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he headed off to Mom's room. I slipped into bed and pulled the covers over my head to shut out the morning light. I was drifting off to sleep when I felt the sensation of a strong orgasm coming through my ESP connection with my twin. Mom is happy now I thought as I drifted off to sleep. *** Both Mom and Steve were asleep when I awoke. I fixed myself something to eat for breakfast. It was almost 10 a.m. and I had to be at the school by 11. Mom and Sara probably needed to sleep. I know Mom had been awake most of the night. So I called Stacy and asked if she would pick me up on the way to school. The game itself was an anti-climax. Sally, our pitcher was hot as a pistol. She held our opponents scoreless for three innings. I went three for four at the plate and played an error free game at first base. By the start of the last inning we were four runs ahead, a lead which held through the end of the game. High fives all around. There was pandemonium in the shower room. We soaped each other and splashed each other. Diane grabbed my new big tits and asked what I did to get a set of knockers so big at 17. Had I had breast implants? She looked for the telltale scar, pulling my breasts up and sideways, and of course, couldn't find one. "Diane," I said, "When you're done playing with my boobs, why not hand me a towel so we can dry off." Diane looked sheepish. She had indeed been playing with my boobs. I put my arm around her and hugged her just to show that there were no hard feelings. The PE teacher was so happy at our win that he treated the team to pizza. It gave him bragging rights over our crosstown rival, at least for the summer. Stacy and I hung out for a while discussing intimate details about prospective boyfriends. As a boy I never appreciated how much girls sneaked looks at boy's crotches when they walked by just the way boys ogled girl's tits. I could have told her that some boys put rolled up sweat socks in their jock straps just to impress the girls. I'm sure she could have told me about the Victoria's Secret bras that turn B cups into D cups. You just can't judge by appearances any more. When I got home I was greeted with two pair of open arms. Both Mom and Sara wanted full play by play details of the game. Mom was as sweet as she always was but I noticed that Sara was a little tense. Well we would talk about it later. Dinner went by quickly and we played a rented Netflix movie comedy. I couldn't even remember what the story was about five minutes after it ended. But it did serve to disguise what could have been an otherwise awkward moment. Mom had to go into work the next day so she excused herself early. She wanted to take a long bath and get her "beauty sleep." Sara grabbed me and pulled me to her bedroom. "What's with Mom?" she asked. "When did she become so obsessed with sex? I went into her bedroom this morning and she dragged me into bed and started sucking my cock before I even could take my pajamas off. I was still pretty sleepy but as soon as my cock was hard she straddled me and shoved it into her cunt. Then she started bouncing up and down, driving me deeper into her. After just a few minutes of fucking she had a huge orgasm. Then she made me fuck her with me on top and I had an orgasm. She licked up my cum and shoved one of her tits in my mouth and told me to suck her real hard. About 15 minutes later she was ready to go again. We kept it up until just before you left for the game. What's come over her?" I didn't really have an answer to Sara's question. But I tried. I told her about what happened at Aunt Amy's house and Mom's explanation on the drive home. I didn't give many details about my midnight visit to Mom's room but Sara didn't need to know too many specifics about that. Nor did I ask her about exactly what happened when she went to visit Mom in the early morning. "The best I can say is that Mom is the lovely sweet mother we have always known except that she has a dark secret that she mostly keeps under control. It's just like you eating ice cream. Most of the time you are satisfied with just a cup but once in a while you get the urge and kill off an entire carton. With Mom it's sex. She is usually satisfied with small helpings of sex but every so often she goes wild and has to have sex continually until the urge works itself off." "But that's ice cream," Sara said. "This is so different." "Well how about yesterday when you couldn't keep your hands off my cock. You did it more in one day than I normally do it in a couple of weeks." "OK," said Sara, "I get your point. But what do we do about Mom?" "Nothing, I guess. She said that the urge for sex comes over her rarely and she gets over it in a couple of days. If it happens, we have to keep her satisfied until the "urge" is over. She doesn't want to go out and screw anyone. All she wants is to keep getting orgasms until the desire passes away. I think that between you and me and Aunt Amy we can give her enough climaxes to keep her satisfied. Just think of it as like nursing someone with a bad cold." "I think we can handle it," said Sara. "To tell the truth, I really enjoyed wild sex with Mom although I certainly was confused. But since I had so many orgasms, I don't think I can be the one to switch us back tonight." "Not to worry, Sis. I left Mom's room at about 4 a.m. so we can switch back early in the morning. Set your alarm for 4:30 and we will give it a try. I want to fuck someone my own age anyway." Sara gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to carry my big brother off to bed now and I promise that I won't make you cum until morning." With that Sara picked me up and carried me in her arms off to her bedroom. In the dark she stripped all of my clothes off and kissed me all over. Her hands roamed over my tits and cunt. "I can feel that everything is still here and in good condition," she said. "You took better care of my equipment that I did of yours. I think your cock is a bit sore from all the workout it has had during the last two days." We washed, brushed our teeth, and crawled into Sara's queen sized bed. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I didn't hear the alarm go off but Sara did. She started stroking her cock to a morning erection while she bent her head down and licked my cunt. "Ready for a little morning action?" she asked. I didn't have time to answer before I felt a stiff cock invading my pussy. She slowly moved in and out while she caressed my breasts. Soon I felt her hand reach between our bodies. Her wet finger was on my clit. As she slowly withdrew her cock she circled her finger around the clit, alternating cock thrusts with clit strokes. I wrapped my legs around her to try to get her to drive further into my cunt but she would have none of that. "I'm in the man's body so I get to control the fuck," she said. Bowing to her wisdom I let her have her way. She was raising me to a height of orgasmic pleasure slowly and inexorably. I felt Sara's body start to quiver just the way it had done with Mom. Higher and higher. I had to concentrate on making the switch as I orgasmed. I was my responsibility now. By this time I was no longer in control of my physical being. My back was arching, my hips moving in time with Sara's strokes, and my legs were going into spasms. Concentrate, concentrate. Just as I had an orgasm, I managed to push the wedge and our psyches floated free and back into our correct bodies. Sara squealed as I pounded into her. "More, more," she cried. "I want to cum again." I did the best I could and we ended up giving each other second climaxes. Experience with Mom seemed to be rubbing off on us. Then we fell back asleep until it was time to get up for breakfast. *** Thankfully nothing startling happened in the days that followed. Mom seemed to be over her "obsession." Sara and I kept our relationship fairly cool, although we did sneak into each other's room from time to time. No switching though. We saw how complicated it could get. Life at home seemed to be quite normal. At least as normal as could be given our recent experiences. Mom was her usual cheery self. Sara and I went off to school every morning, attended classes and hung out with our friends. One night, after dinner Mom suggested that we have a good long talk about what to do if she got one of her "urges" again. She said that she didn't expect it to happen but it would well to be prepared. Mom sat in the armchair and Sara and I sat on the couch facing her. Mom did most of the talking. She insisted that we be entirely honest with each other and that no subjects would be off limits. I let Sara carry our part of the conversation since I figured that a woman to woman discussion would be best. Besides, I really enjoyed fucking Mom and in the back of my mind I sort of hoped that she wouldn't cut me off "cold turkey." "Now that you have seen me at my worst I think that I should talk about my sexual obsessions with you. You have had sex now and you are old enough to understand. Having an "urge" doesn't mean that I'm a bad person," Mom said. "It's an out of control addiction like drinking or smoking. The problem is that when I get an uncontrollable desire for sexual release, I don't have to go to a store to get a bottle or a carton. My breasts, vagina, and clitoris are always with me. All I need to do is find a secluded place, touch my body in the right way and I can have a climax. It sounds easy and it is. Unfortunately when I satisfy myself, I can't stop. It's like the alcoholic who can't quit drinking after the first glass. I'm so glad that you helped me get through it the last time." "Mom," Sara asked, "why didn't you ever marry again after Dad died? Or at least get a steady boyfriend. Wouldn't regular sex relieve the pressure? I mean Steve and I - - " Sara never got a chance to finish her question. "What about Steve and you? You know that I don't approve of incest. But as long as we're being frank, you might as well tell me all about it." Sara blushed. "To be honest, Mom, I've always lusted after Steve and I sort of knew that he wanted to screw me. Sometime the tensions got so high that we could hardly be in the same room together. I mean it was pretty obvious that he liked me. He would get an erection every time he saw me in shorts and a skimpy T shirt. Once I deliberately left my door wide open when I was changing so that he could see me totally nude. He walked through the hall, saw me, and rushed off. I think he went to the bathroom to masturbate." "Yes I did," I said. "But I didn't know you did it on purpose. I thought it was accidental." "Anyway," Sara went on, "when I was nearly raped at the party, I realized that the first man I wanted to give myself to was Steve. I was determined to make him fuck me that very night. To get myself ready I played with my pussy until I was dripping wet. I knew that he slept in the nude so I took off my nightgown, came in, and pressed my body against his. I pushed him down on the bed and threw myself on top of him. His penis got hard in an instant. The moment it did I grabbed it and shoved it inside of me. "He got the message right away. We had a wonderful first fuck - but then we accidentally switched. You know the rest of that story. But what I was getting at is from that time on we made love regularly. It certainly relieved the sexual tension between us. What I was suggesting is that maybe you could find a regular lover. It might help you get rid of the pressures that make you have an "urge." Anyway, it's worth a try." "It's a good idea Sara but I did try it and it didn't work quite the way you suggested. A few years after your Dad died our business was struggling. I didn't know what to do. And to make matters worse, I felt one of my "urges" coming on. One afternoon a client visited our office to discuss a business plan. I decided to take him to lunch to work out the details. But we never made it to lunch. The moment we walked out of the office door I felt an overwhelming need for an orgasm. It wasn't that he was a handsome guy. He was just an ordinary middle aged business man. But he had a cock. I insisted that we stop at our house to get some important papers. "You kids were both at school. I invited him inside for a quick drink but we never made it past the bedroom. I fucked him silly that afternoon. He said that he had never come so many times. But he turned out to be a real gentleman. The next day we got his account." "Sometimes the best advertising is word of mouth. He must have told some of his friends about that hot piece of ass at the computer billing center and I started having requests for business conferences. The next week three prospective clients made appointments and I let them all fuck me. The following week, four more. Most thought that it was their charm that got them into my pants. The fact is that that in my "urge" I would have fucked the bed post if I could fit it into my cunt. "My orgy went on for another couple of weeks. I lost track of how many men I let screw me. Most thought they were taking advantage of me. Successful businessmen tend to be oversexed and few could resist the temptation of a reasonably attractive woman with a killer body and an insatiable sexual appetite. I was in my late 20s at the time and in peak physical shape. Often our sex was so intense that I was afraid that some of my older lovers might suffer a heart attack. Most left thankful but gasping for breath." "Despite the repeated fucking it didn't help relieve the "urge" at all. I had them do everything to me, suck my tits, eat my cunt, even fuck me in the ass. I climaxed a number of times during each "date" but every night I was forced to masturbate to another couple of orgasms before I could get to sleep. I don't know how I managed to hide it from you kids." "I even let a couple of clients fuck me after the "urge" had passed. I enjoyed the sex and I'm sure that they did too. But since I was not being driven by the demands of my cunt I felt guilty about the whole thing. I didn't need to do it. By that time we had plenty of work. I'm a very moral person and I found it hard to live with myself. I felt that I was behaving just like a street whore. So I simply stopped. As long as I wasn't under the influence of an "urge" I felt little more desire for sex than any other woman. Perhaps a little more desire than most women - but it was something I could deal with." "The benefit was that we got a number of new accounts, some of them pretty big ones. But while fucking may have gotten us the accounts, we did a really good job for them. I'm sure as businessmen, most of the account executives liked the profits more than they liked my ass. So you see, our present financial security grew out of my cunt. What I learned from the whole episode was that just having a man make love to me was not the answer. The problem was me. I just couldn't control my sexual needs and no man could fill the vacancy in my soul." "So what do you want us to do?" Sara asked. "How can we help you." "Most of all," said Mom. "I need your understanding. When I have an "urge" I'll try to control it as much as I can. I'll attempt to take care of my needs by myself but I may want your help from time to time, just like the other night. You can always turn me down but I hope you won't. Just don't tell anyone about my problem. I don't expect to get an "urge' for quite a while so don't worry too much about it." It may be sick of me but I welcomed the thought of helping Mom with one of her "urges." Probably Sara did too. *** The big news that summer was that Aunt Amy and her husband Stanley were getting a divorce after 15 years of marriage. Stanley was a lawyer in a very conservative downtown law firm. For the last couple of years he had been taking long business trips accompanied by his assistant and was away from home for a week at a time. The last trip was to attend a lawyer's convention in Las Vegas. At the convention he had been spotted by one of the firm's clients. Stanley had registered under a false name at one of the big hotels and was shacking up with his assistant, a beautiful young paralegal. Apparently they had been doing this for the last two years. The client was upset. Not because Stanley was screwing around but because the client saw him lose big at the blackjack table. Any lawyer who was imprudent enough to bet with what could be the firm's and the client's money didn't deserve his business. As soon as the client got back home he reported the incident to Stanley's firm and said that unless Stan was let go, he would move his large account elsewhere. Stan's partners made a generous settlement on the condition that Stan would resign and take a job in another city. Amy, of course found out the full details and instituted divorce proceedings. What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas. Aunt Amy felt no financial pain. Her divorce lawyer saw to that. She received the house, the cars, most of their investments, and half of their large bank account. Still she was despondent. She was within a stone's throw of 40 without a man in her life or any prospects of getting one. Sara, on the other hand was happy as a clam. Stacy's father, an auto salesman, had won the yearly contest for the most cars sold. His prize was a two week all- expense paid trip for four to Disney World. Since Stacy was an only child, they had an extra ticket. Stacy's mom asked if Sara could go along with them to keep Stacy company, while the grownups went on the town. They left yesterday morning and wouldn't be back for a couple of weeks. Mom and I were alone. Except for missing Sara, it didn't bother me too much. I had plans with the guys. Mostly just hanging out. I would be having my eighteenth birthday soon and I looked forward to buying legal beer. A couple of days after Sara left Mom sat me down and said that we had to have a serious talk. She had been to visit Aunt Amy that afternoon and said that Amy was extremely depressed. "Your Aunt has nothing to fall back on," Mom said." She has never held a real job except as a fashion model and she is too old for that now. She is afraid that she is losing her attractiveness to men and that no one will want her in a few years." "What can we do, Mom?" I asked. "I've known Amy all her life," Mom said. "What she needs is a real fuck from a virile man. That would convince her that she still has the right stuff. Just sucking won't do it. She need a real cock." "I hope you don't want me to go over and sleep with Aunt Amy," I said. "I like her but not in that way. She will always be my aunt. And I wouldn't know how to go about it without making her laugh at me." Mom chuckled. "Well, you didn't have any problem fucking your Mommy. I recall that we both enjoyed it a lot." The memory made my penis jump. Mom went on to say, "No, I don't want you to sleep with Aunt Amy. What I want you to do is switch with me for a day. I'll go over and take care of Aunt Amy in your body while you can be me for a few hours. I'll tell her that you have always had the hots for her but that I wouldn't let you go over to her house. I'll tell her that I made you switch with me so that you wouldn't feel guilty and have regrets later. That way she can fuck you all she wants knowing that it is really me inside. I think she will jump at the chance. Think it over." "OK, Mom. We can switch if you want. But don't you think it is taking a risk. It's only a couple of months after your last "urges." What if it should happen again?" "No, I don't think it is too risky. I have my "urges" under control. It only happens once every few years anyway. Besides it's not a mental thing. It seems to be caused by a hormone imbalance in my body. I'll be in your body so I should be safe. And you, you will be relaxing at home far from any unusual stimulation. So I don't think we have to worry." "So when did you have the switch in mind?" "I thought we could do it tonight after a nice relaxed dinner," Mom said. "Then I can go over in the morning and spend the day with her. We can switch back tomorrow night." Just to be nice to me Mom made a dinner of some of my favorite foods - you know, all that stuff without significant nutritional value. We ate casually, making small talk, wondering how Sara was getting along with Mickey Mouse, and similar important topics. Mom said that since my birthday was just a few days away she could serve me a glass of wine with a clear conscience. We both drank a couple of more glasses before getting ready for bed. I felt a little woozy but Mom seemed OK. About ten o clock I followed Mom up to her bedroom. We undressed in the dim light, my eyes enjoying the banquet of beauty that was Mom's body. "How shall we do it?" Mom asked. "Do you just want me to give you a hand job or do you want to fuck your Mommy for real?" I put my arms around her and held her close. I felt her breasts against my chest. My hard prick pressed into her belly. "I guess," Mom said, "that you want to fuck Mommy for real. I hoped you would. But before we get started we have to set some rules. When you are in my body after we switch you can do whatever you want with it except hurt me or give me an orgasm. I'll probably cum a couple of times with Aunt Amy if everything goes as planned. So you will have to be the one to switch us back tomorrow night." "OK, Mom. But what do you mean by not hurting you?" "Sweetie, I know how you like to suck my tits and play with my cunt. I just don't want you to get carried away and bite my nipple off or stick anything bigger or sharper than a cucumber in my vagina. And don't put anything bigger than your finger in my ass. I like the way it feels when I get ass fucked but I get hemorrhoids if something too big goes in. Remember, I won't be there to stop you." "Oh Mom, you know I would never hurt you." "I believe that dear. I was just kidding. But I've known since I was a young girl that my body is built for sex, so much so that it almost frightens me. I've got dozens of erotic zones and body parts that you can spend years exploring. I assure you that some of them will make you feel better than sucking my tits." By this time Mom was lying in bed. I approached the foot of the bed. Mom's lovely legs stretched before me, leading up to her magnificent body. I started by kissing her feet and then worked my way up her full calves to her strong thighs. She had a whole chapter of erotic delights in her legs alone. I kissed my way through the valley of her cunt, lingering for a while on her pussy lips. Mom put her hands on my shoulders and said "Come up to me." I moved up between her breasts to discover that Mom had been pinching a nipple to get it ready for my mouth. Mom had her legs and arms wrapped around me, my head was between her bountiful breasts. her nipple was in my mouth and I was almost buried in all that lovely flesh. "I loved having you caress my legs," Mom said. "I almost came when you reached my pussy. It feels so much different than sucking on my tits or playing with my cunt. It is kind of a remote feeling but very sexy. It even feels good when you do it to yourself. After we switch, you can find out what it feels like. It's one of those hidden treasures I told you about." By this time she had her hand against my hard cock and was rubbing the end against her pussy lips. I felt them start to get wet. She stroked slowly and I got harder and harder. Then she moved the end of my prick to her clitoris, rubbing all the time. "Mommy likes that a lot. Would you like to fuck your Mommy now baby? She really wants it." "Oh yes, Mommy, I want to fuck you now." Mom slipped the end of my cock into her cunt She rolled on top of me and squatted with one leg on either side of my body. She raised and lowered her hips, driving me further into her with each push. I could feel the end of her womb with the tip of my prick on each drive. Mom... Mom... Mom..." I heard myself moaning involuntarily as our hips clashed together over and over. Suddenly we were going at each other like two clawing, biting animals unable to get enough of the other. "You are filling me so full," she cried. "I love it." Her big tits dangled free swaying over my head as she worked up and down. The sight was almost obscene. There must have been ten pounds of tit flesh swinging over my face. "Grab one of my boobies and suck it," Mom pleaded. "Suck it hard." I caught a swinging breast and pulled the end into my mouth. "Suck it harder, harder. Bite my nipple. Chew my tit." "Fuck Mommy, Fuck Mommy," I heard Mom grunt every time I slammed my hard cock into her. At last, after twenty minutes of fierce, ball busting fucking, I felt my scrotum begin to tighten. I could feel myself nearing the point of eruption as Mom writhed and groveled urging me to fuck her harder and harder. "Oh, Fuck, Baby, I feel it. CUMMMMINNNG!" she finally screamed as her body tensed and her muscles became as hard as boards. "Switch us NOW," cried Mom. I felt her cunt lock down around my cock, squeezing it so hard I couldn't stop it from exploding. I came almost simultaneously with Mom. Mom gave a strong shudder and I pushed the wedge driving me out of my body into hers. I was still driving up and down on Steve's prick feeling the last of Mom's orgasm. Even in its diminished state it was still wonderful. But my tits hurt. "Thank you baby, thank you. That was a powerful fuck," Mom said after she caught her breath. "If I can do it that way with Aunt Amy she should have no complaints." "I loved it too, Mom. But what did you do to my tits? They feel like they are on fire." "I guess I got carried away," said Mom. "I sometimes do that when I fuck, especially when my son fucks his Mommy. Let me take a look at them." Mom turned on the light on her bed stand and raised one of my tits up for inspection. She looked over the nipple carefully. I could see tooth marks all around the areola but thankfully the skin had not been broken. "Don't worry," she said. "Tits are tough. Babies chew on them all the time. All your nipples need is a little loving care and they should be good as new by morning." With that she lifted the bruised nipple up to her mouth and laved them with her tongue. "Now doesn't that feel better?" Mom asked. "A kiss always makes everything better. Perhaps I should do it again?" This time she raised the abused tit up to her mouth and sucked gently. "It's funny," Mom went on, "how sucking a tit feels good on both ends. It feels good when you do it and it feels good when you receive it. You should know both sides by now, baby." "I do, Mom. And I can see now what you mean about not hurting your body. I won't hurt it, I promise." "I think it's time to get some sleep now," Mom said. "I want to get an early start in the morning. Let's see, it's about eleven now. If you don't have an orgasm, like you promised, we should be able to switch back at this time tomorrow. Do you want to sleep in your own bedroom or with me?" "With you, Mom. Always." We washed the residue of our sex away and snuggled next to each other in bed. I felt Mom's hands on my body. They avoided my bruised breasts but moved down to my hips and settled on my mound. "Maybe we can postpone our switch back to midnight." said Mom. "I have a bit more cleaning up to do." Mom moved down my body and spread my legs apart with her hands. She felt up and down my thighs and massaged my calves. She was right. It felt good and very sexy. Then she put both hands around my thigh at knee level and slowly worked them up in the direction of my cunt. "Mom, what are you doing? What is going to happen to me?" "Don't worry, baby. See how nice playing with my legs feels. I just want another taste of my juices. They are mixed with your cum. It will be like sucking us both off at the same time. Lie back and enjoy it. I'll let you go to sleep in a while." Mom put her lips against my pussy and spread my cunt lips apart with her fingers. She started licking, slowly at first, then a little deeper. I wrapped my legs around her head. Mom put her hands around my ass and pulled herself further into my cunt, licking all the time. Mom's hands moved down my legs as far as she could reach. Her leg massage started again and it felt just as good as before except this time her mouth was sucking my cunt. That made it wonderful. I'll have to remember to try this with Sara after I switch back to my own body. She licked, sucked, and massaged, always avoiding my clitoris. I lay writhing on the bed, twisting and turning, squeezing her head between my thighs. She kept me in a state of ecstasy but wouldn't let me cum. Mom really knew how to press all the hot buttons in her body. Finally she wrapped her tongue around my clit and stroked and sucked. I came like my cunt exploded. When we woke up in the morning, we ate a simple breakfast. Mom kissed me goodbye and got in the car to drive to Aunt Amy's house. "I should be back after dinnertime," she said. "Don't do anything to my body that I wouldn't do." She blew me a kiss and drove off. This was the first time I was alone in the house since my first switch with Mom. I really didn't know what to do. Being in my Mom's body was a novelty that time and I had fun exploring it. I was familiar with it now. We had fucked and sucked and climaxed with each other both as boy, girl, and grown woman I had gained an appreciation of the depths of sexual feeling it contained. I knew that I would have fun playing with it today until my Mom came back but I was unsure where to start. Well, I might as well start by seeing if my tits had healed. I opened my robe and pulled a big breast out. I looked at the nipple closely. The tooth marks had disappeared and there was only a tiny finger bruise. Mom was right. Tits were tough. As long as I had it out, I might as well try it out. I bent the breast up to my face, tilted my head down. and started licking the nipple. It felt as good as I remembered, maybe even better. I pushed the tit up further so that I could suck directly on the nipple. It was fantastic. My tits seemed to be even bigger and more sensitive than the last time I was in Mom's body. I knew I had to stop this. I was beginning to feel that I needed a climax. I bit down hard chewing the nipple between my teeth. It hurt but Mom was right. Even the pain felt good. I was getting myself excited without meaning to. I remembered that I promised Mom that I wouldn't have an orgasm so that we could switch back that evening. Reluctantly I let my tit drop and decided to take a cold shower. I would use Mom's bathroom again. The cold water tingled against my skin. I showered for as long as I could take the cold, then stepped out and grabbed a towel from the rack. Despite my shivering, I couldn't resist looking at Mom's body in the full length mirror. My God, what a lovely woman. Mom's nipples were pinched from the cold and stuck out more than half an inch from the ends of her breasts. I watched a drop of water fall from my hair to the upper slope of my breast, flow slowly downward, and cling for a moment to my turgid nipple before falling to the bath mat. On a whim I squeezed Mom's breast between my hands to make the nipple stand out even further. Then I rubbed the still wet nipple against the tiles of the bathroom wall. The slightly rough surface of the tiles sent little electric pulses through my entire body. If I kept this up I would certainly cum, violating my promise to Mom. Reluctantly I stopped and turned toward the mirror to continue drying myself. Mom's skin was unblemished, pink and healthy. A few months ago Mom accused me of wanting to fuck her after seeing her image in the mirror. She was certainly right. I loved Mom as a mother but I loved her body even more as a sexual playground. She was a great piece of ass. Perhaps the greatest that I would ever experience. After I dried myself I went back to Mom's bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed. The sun streamed in through the curtained windows and brightly illuminated the room. Mom had a full length dressing mirror on the wall in which I could see my reflection. I stretched my long legs in front of me. They were gorgeous. I remembered how nice it felt when Mom caressed my legs last night. I reached down and ran my hands over one from the ankle up to my thigh. As I leaned over to reach my calf my nipples rubbed against the top of the thigh, adding to the erotic sensation. I grasped the thigh with one hand, pulling it up towards my chest. With the other hand I rubbed the nipple of the dangling breast over the thigh's smooth skin to increase the erotic friction. Then I did the same with the other. If someone did this to me over and over, I'm sure I would cum. I spread my legs apart and got a glimpse of my pussy. My thighs were particularly inviting. They led like walls of a sexual canyon directly to my vulva. Thinking as Steve, I would love to bury my head between those thighs and suck the juices from Mom's cunt. What would it look like, I wondered, if I masturbated in front of the mirror? I've never watched myself giving my body a climax. Should I do it to myself now? I have an incredibly strong yearning for release. Sitting naked on my bed, I turned to glance at my reflection in the full length mirror on the wall. I admired my dark hair, deep blue eyes, and creamy skin. My gaze wandered over my large breasts and their sensitive nipples: soft globes of flesh that seemed to invite caresses and fondling. I slipped my hand down across the front of my chest, lightly passing over one nipple, feeling it harden beneath my palm's passage. I blushed with arousal as I felt an electric tingle in my clit. It demands attention. I resist, at least for now... I let my other hand drop down past my tummy to caress the top of my bare thigh, wondering if I should violate my promise to Mom and pleasure myself, or perhaps only tease. My fingers roamed over my chest, pausing to roll a nipple. I licked my lips in anticipation. I took Mom's hand mirror and held it so I could see my pussy close up. With the fingers of the other hand I spread the lips apart so that I could get a better view of the pink inside. The lips were already partly swollen, perhaps from my excitement, and I could see the tiny knob of my clit poking out of its nest. It wouldn't hurt to feel it, would it? I put a finger inside and felt the wet, slick tunnel of my vagina close around it. Two fingers would feel even better, I thought. I was doing something that I told Mom I wouldn't do. But I felt that I could stop before I had an orgasm. I watched myself move my fingers in and out in the mirror. I was masturbating, finger fucking myself, and it felt so good. Mom's autopilot kicked in and her body took almost total control. My fingers moved by themselves while I simply watched. The pussy lips swelled even more and my clitoris reared its head like a little prick. I dropped Mom's hand mirror and started stroking the clit with the forefinger of my other hand. Mom's body was directing my motions. I was powerless to stop it. I decided I really needed an orgasm this morning. But how? My mind tingled with possibility. Glancing over my shoulder, I considered the soft coverings of the bed, imagining myself reclining, legs apart, and beginning my climb to ecstasy. I brushed one fingertip lightly against my clitoris, and my desire swelled. My gaze settled on the full-length mirror. I want to experience something new, something exciting. My breath increased and my heart raced as I made my decision. I closed my eyes once more, and allowed my fingertips to rub rhythmically against my clit in mesmerizing circles. This sent surges of pleasure through me. I quivered with lust, my arousal making me weak, and lay back on the bed. I moved so that my left hand palmed a breast, while my right continued to work erotic magic on clitoris. As if transfixed, my eyes opened and stared at my flushed face in the mirror. Not daring to touch myself directly anymore, I moved my fingers off my clit and into my wet vagina. My pussy quivered, sending throbs of arousal through me. The sensation is almost like sex, yet with an edge of teasing, not satisfaction. I began to wonder if I could stop myself now. Am I past the point of no return? Squirming beneath my sensual ministrations, I forced myself to a sitting position and peered into the mirror. I wanted to witness my own orgasm. My legs opened as my fingers pumped in and out a little faster. My rear rubbed against the soft sheets and my eyes fought to stay open. Abruptly, I stopped. My desire crested just below the threshold of orgasm, and I moaned in delicious frustration. I needed to see everything up close. Though my knees were weak, I managed to rise from the bed. I slowly approached the mirror, staring intently at my hard, erect nipples and damp, glistening thighs. Sliding up to within a few inches of the glass, I parted the soft curls concealing my mound and rubbed the swollen nub of flesh buried just inside the tingling folds of my pussy. I gasped and felt my entire body quiver in response. My free hand found a nipple and squeezed, increasing the sensation to almost irresistible levels. On shaky legs I repeated the movements again and again, my swollen lips and buzzing clit letting me know that they could take little more. My orgasm began to build deep inside my body. I shivered almost continually now, my eyes fighting to remain open. The urge to collapse onto the bed is strong, I strained to keep my balance and remain standing. Sweat glistened across my upper arms, as the heat of my blood caused my body to flush with more and more warmth. Faster and faster I moved, fingertips running in circles across my pulsing clit. The soft inner wetness of my pussy increased and I moaned again, eyes fluttering. I watched myself draw ever closer to total release, marveling at the incredible sensations sweeping through my entire body. I tapped the aroused node of flesh protruding from my soaking pussy, toying with it, stroking it, ever harder, until at long last my orgasm swelled beyond all restraint. I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror and was astounded at the erotic sight. It wasn't me. It was a strange but beautiful woman with swaying breasts, trembling gorgeous legs, and both hands in her clit giving herself a massive orgasm. I hardly recognized the face in the mirror. It had the agonized look of sexual tension that I had seen when I left Mom's bedroom during her last "urge." I saw all this in the instant before the shattering climax. I went up on tiptoe as the incredible climax raged through my nearly helpless body. I felt the inner walls of my pussy contract and release. My clit throbbed and pulsed and all the strength drained from me as my orgasm erupted. I reach one arm out and braced myself against the wall. I moaned and gasped, unable to keep silent as the wave of ecstasy flowed outward from my pussy to every part of me. After what seems an eternity, I sighed as the orgasm receded into beautiful afterglow. I paused another moment, taking one last look at my beautiful, fulfilled body in the mirror, then turned. On wobbly legs I reached the bed and sat. I felt terribly guilty. What have I done? Now we can't switch back until the middle of tomorrow. I'll have to figure out how to explain this to Mom. But right now I'm tired. I'll lie down on her bed for a few minutes, perhaps watch a little TV on her bedroom set. I propped up a pillow and turned the small TV on with the remote control. The mid-morning soaps were all that were on unless I wanted to watch Sesame Street or the Home Shopping Network. The soaps all basically had the same plot. There were a few scenes of set up dialog and then a dark haired man and a blond bimbo would start taking each other's clothes off while protesting that they shouldn't be cheating on their respective spouses. I watched, channel hopping for about half an hour. The soaps were boring but the sight of so much naked flesh had a strange effect on me. I started caressing my breasts and fingering my nipples. The nipples were just as stiff as they had been when I left the cold shower. They hadn't gone down at all. I grabbed each nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pulled them straight out. I pulled so hard that I was afraid that I would rip the nipples right off. Still I couldn't stop. Even the pain felt good. Mom's body still seemed to be directing my actions. I was almost in a daze, just going along with her body's flow. Through no volition on my part. I put my hands around the middle of one breast and squeezed as hard as I could. The end of the tit, the areola, and the nipple bulged out like a water balloon. I was afraid that the end of my tit would burst but it felt so good. Mom must have meant this as well as biting when she told me not to injure her tits. I bent my head down and took the engorged tip in my mouth. I started sucking without thinking. I could feel my cheeks hollow and swell as I tried to suck milk out of my barren breast. Holding my breast in my mouth with one hand, the other sneaked down to my pussy. My clit was still swollen and sensitive from my last orgasm. I jammed all of my fingers into Mom's cunt and moved them back and forth. It didn't take long to bring me to another orgasm. My fingers were wet from Mom's gushing pussy juices. I licked them clean. Mom's pussy tastes wonderful. What was happening to me? I had two orgasms in a row and I hadn't intentionally tried to give myself either of them. I could feel that my pussy was craving another. I ran to Sara's bedroom and found her vibrator in the back of the drawer behind her panties. I couldn't wait to go back to Mom's room. I threw myself down on Sara's bed, turned the vibrator on, and shoved it deep into my cunt. I was so wet that it penetrated without any resistance. I tossed and squirmed on the bed, thrilling to the deep vibrations. I pulled on my nipples and ran my fingers over my pussy lips and clit. After the first vibrator induced climax, I pinched my clit so hard that I winced with pain. a pain that was soon forgotten as the next climax started to build. After that orgasm faded I began to realize what was happening. I had had four orgasms since awakening and it wasn't even noon. I must have been having a flash back of Mom's sex "urges." I have to call her at Aunt Amy's house and find out what to do. But before I could even think about getting off of Sara's bed I had to have another orgasm - right away. Now I really understood the pleading look of sexual agony when I left her room in what seemed ages ago. This time I jammed the fingers of one hand, all of them, into my cunt and used Sara's vibrator on the clitoris. Higher and higher. Between the feeling of my moving fingers in my cunt and the vibrations of the vibrator, my back arched, my hips rose to meet my hands, my legs turned rigid, my body shook and I came, and I came a second time almost instantaneously after the first. My passion seem sated for a while. I was all sweaty and drenched with the juices still flowing from my vagina. I sucked my fragrant digits as I staggered to the phone. I dialed Aunt Amy's number with shaking fingers. The phone picked up after half a dozen rings. Aunt Amy answered. "Can I talk to my Mom" I asked. "Hello sweetie, this is your Mom." "Aunt Amy? I thought that my Mom was in Steve's body." "No dear. I came over in your body this morning like I told you I would and I fucked Aunt Amy silly. Then we switched. I'm Amy now and she is Steve and now she's busy fucking me." Then as an aside she said, "Steve, stop fucking until I finish this phone call dear. It will only take a few minutes." "Well sweetie, did you find playing with my body as much fun as you thought you would? Is fucking your Mommy from the inside as nice as fucking me from the outside? Do you like the way you can make my body feel when you climax?" "Yes Mom. I love your body." The question took me aback. "Well then", said Mom, "I give it to you. My body is yours now. You can do whatever you want with it. No strings attached. You can fuck yourself over and over and play with your tits as much as you want. You should have no end of fun with it. My body is yours forever." "But Mom, I can't stop cumming. I've had six orgasms this morning and I want more." "I guess I forgot to tell you," said Mom. "My sex urges often have repeated flashback episodes a few weeks apart. You should be all right in a week or so. Until then enjoy my body to the fullest. Just remember not to damage yourself when you get really excited. If you really have problems, I left a notebook in my upper bureau drawer that should give you some hints on how to deal with the PSAS symptoms. But I have to make this call quick. Aunt Amy and I have a plane to catch in the next hour. That is if she finishes loving me in time." "But Mom, Why? Why aren't you coming back home?" "Sweetie, Aunt Amy and I have been lovers since before you were born. We promised each other that we would go off together and take a world cruise. We want to visit London and Paris and Rome. Your body is going to help us have the best of both worlds, a mature person to talk to during the day and a young stud to fuck us at night. It's every woman's dream. This may be our last chance. It's not that I don't love you and Sara but you kids are old enough to take care of yourself. Oh, I almost forgot, you are not a child any more but a mature woman. You can take care of Sara and see that she doesn't get into any trouble. Don't worry about money. I finalized the deal to sell the business and you should have a hefty bank balance. Aunt Amy has a big divorce settlement and she and I can live on that." "Oh, and there's another thing. You are pregnant. It must have been from two months ago when I was having my "urge." I guess it was from Sara fucking me in your body. So you will be the baby's father, mother and grandmother all in one. I've left instructions and the OB's number in the top drawer of my dresser with the notebook. Don't try to pass it off on Sara. You can't swap bodies when you are pregnant. That's why I had you switch us last night. You won't be able to switch again until after you have the baby. I won't be coming back for my clothes. Keep whatever you want and give the rest to Goodwill. Aunt Amy and I are going on a shopping trip when we get where we are going. You might want to buy some new things for yourself too. Most of my old clothes won't fit you in a few months. Particularly around the breasts. My boobs must have grown three sizes when I was pregnant with you and Sara. There is one silver lining though. Sucking your tits is a lot more fun when milk comes out. My milk that is your milk now, tastes particularly good. Enjoy!" "Mom!", I almost shrieked, "what will I do? I can't make myself stop cumming." "Well," said Mom. "There's always the Sybian." - - - - - - - The two weeks that passed before Sara got home were spent in a haze of orgasmic delirium. Mom's "condition" seemed to fluctuate. Sometimes I could go hours between needing a climax, other times I literally had to pleasure myself constantly before I could even think of anything else. The Sybian was a godsend. Once I rode it for a stretch of several hours, exploding over and over with orgasms until my pussy was so swollen that I couldn't take any more. I had chewed my nipples and my breasts were black and blue from squeeze marks. But even after I collapsed on the bathroom floor my body wanted another climax. I called Aunt Amy's house repeatedly in the hope that Mom had changed her mind but no one ever picked up the phone. By the middle of the second week the phone company told me that the number had been disconnected. I searched Mom's bureau to find the notebook she told me about. I needed all the help I could get. Mom's notebook contained information about the sexual arousal condition I was experiencing and cited a number of internet references. It gave, in full clinical detail, the symptoms of her arousal and the techniques she used to give herself a climax. It was one part diary, another part medical treatment manual. She expressed anger at her woman's body for forcing her to endure this uncontrollable sexual "urge." Her notebook mentioned that her first sign of a PSAS urge was a unusual feeling of fullness in her groin. She mentioned that it felt like she had to urinate but when she went to the toilet, nothing came out. The fullness spread to her entire genital area, all around her pussy and even into her vagina. It was like an intense itch that couldn't be relieved by scratching. In just a few minutes the fullness spread to her breasts. They would swell with blood and her nipples would engorge. She wrote that by concentrating on some other task she could resist the need to give herself relief up to this point. But eventually the feelings became too strong and dominated her psyche. All she could think of was giving herself a climax before her tits and cunt exploded. If she was alone she usually started by plunging her fingers directly into her vagina, directly stimulating her pussy lips and clitoris. If with other people she excused herself to go to the ladies room, locked herself in a stall, and did the same thing. She noted that in this initial urge, the faster and harder she finger fucked herself, the quicker she could relieve the immediate tension and cum. There was no emotional pleasure in cumming but it did serve as a safety valve and gave her a few minutes of respite during which she could deal with her immediate situation. If driving, she would pull over to the side of the road, park the car, and take a cab home. If she was in a meeting she would plead a migraine headache and excuse herself. If at home, she would turn off whatever was on the stove and escape to her room. Her notebook said that subsequent buildups were slower, but just as intense. She had to deal with all the areas affected to get total relief. She had to hold and stroke her big breasts, raise them to her mouth and suck the nipples. Otherwise they would be in agony the rest of the day. Holding a breast in her mouth with one hand, she would fondle and massage her pussy to get rid of the full feeling. She noted, in an almost clinical fashion, that while stimulating her clit her legs would start to shake out of her control. If she was lying on a bed her legs would tense and relax as if doing a dance. This was an infallible sign of her body's arousal. The legs would extend as she approached the climax and the muscles in her thighs would get tense. When this happened Mom knew that she would cum in just a few more seconds. She wrote that the sexual urges during the peak of her PSAS episode came about half an hour apart. Allowing for the time necessary to raise her body to its orgasmic peak each time, she only had 15 minutes of respite between climaxes. Often she used a vibrator to hasten the process of stimulation. Her notes told exactly where to place it and how long to keep it in position for the maximum effect. She was very precise when the subject was her own body's sexuality. In the notebook there were careful entries of each exact time she orgasmed. In one PSAS episode she had 32 climaxes in one day. No wonder she wanted to flee her body for forcing her to endure this demeaning self-torture. In one of my fairly normal periods, I researched Mom's condition on an internet medical database. It wasn't common but many people experienced excessive sex drives for short periods at some times in their lives. It was considered part of the sex addiction complex of symptoms. Mom appeared to have an unusually strong case, almost off the charts, fortunately directed inward. Had it been directed outward, she might have been a child molester or a dedicated prostitute. Her condition even had a medical abbreviation, PSAS, short for Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome. The medical articles described it quite well, a very strong libido producing unquenchable sexual urges unrelated to any person or situation. It was an overwhelming desire for stimulation of the cunt and breasts and all the other sexual zones. There was no satisfaction and no cure. Fortunately, the articles went on to say, episodes were comparatively short lived, lasting from a few hours to a few weeks. Repeated orgasms could alleviate the symptoms for a while but they would soon arise again. The condition seemed to have other effects as well. One was a lack of conscious control when aroused. It was a true addiction. When a sexual urge hit, the sufferer was driven to manipulate his/her genitalia until reaching a climax. This generally meant prolonged periods of masturbation or the use of mechanical sex aids since, one medical article went on discretely to say, most sexual partners did not have the endurance to cope with prolonged episodes of PSAS. Consciousness was suppressed and the body's animal instincts took over. I could certainly testify that this was true. When I was building up to an orgasm, nothing I could do could stop it. It was like Mom's body had an overriding sex program built into it, an autopilot, so to speak. I could see it all happening to me but I couldn't alter what was happening. All I could do was be an observer watching me bring myself to an orgasm. I just couldn't stop until I came. I loved Mom's body. It was beautiful and sexy. It let me have the most exquisite and fulfilling climaxes without any apparent limit. It was everything a teen age boy could dream of in his wildest sexual fantasies. But I hated what my Mom's body was making me do to myself. I pleasured myself to climax after climax. I just couldn't stop doing it. I could see my hand moving in and out of my cunt while my other hand squeezed and rolled my nipple. I could watch my nipple grow and my breast turn pink as it became aroused. I could feel my pussy lips swell and my clitoris become engorged. I could clearly see me drive the fingers of both hands further and further into my vagina until I was afraid that they would come out of my mouth. I could hear the squishy sounds of my fingers moving. I could feel the electric sensation as my thumbnails scratched over my clitoris. I could hear myself gasping and moaning as I neared the peak. I could see and feel my body start to vibrate and could watch my hips rise and fall as they tried to coordinate their motions with the flailing hands in my cunt. I could feel the longing of my body as sexual electric bolts surged through my limbs. Just before I came the world seemed to vanish. My consciousness became totally centered on the intense feelings emanating from my vagina. I saw nothing and all I could hear was my cry of pleasure when I climaxed. I felt embarrassed that I had so little control over my body during my "urges" but I could do nothing about it. And I certainly tried. Perhaps if I punished myself when I became aroused I could learn to suppress the "urge." I tried painfully pinching my nipples until I was afraid that they would burst. I put clothespins on my clitoris when it became engorged. I bit my nipples until I was sure that I would draw blood. Once I even tried sticking pins through my turgid nipples in the hope that the pain would suppress my arousal. Mom said that it didn't work for her but it might for me. I might have Mom's body but I was still Steve inside. I rolled my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and watched them get stiff. Then I pushed the point of a sharp pin into a nipple while I held it in position. I watched myself do it with a mixture of horror and fascination. It hurt but not as much as I expected. The point went entirely through the nipple and came out the other side. While I still had the courage, I did the same to the other nipple. I couldn't believe that I was actually sticking pins into myself, into my sensitive nipples, but I would do almost anything to get control of my desires. To no avail. The pain made my need for an orgasm even more intense. It didn't feel as if I was punishing my body but merely arousing it in another way. Mom's body responded to torture as well as erotic stimulation. I only did the pin through the nipple trick once for a couple of reasons. First, because it simply didn't work the way I wanted and second, because I cringed at the thought of mutilating myself. Mom's warnings about damaging her body in the midst of an "urge" were clearly founded in fact. I would have to be careful about what I did to myself or I would suffer the consequences after the "urge" had passed. I watched myself masturbating in the big bedroom mirror in the vain hope that if I could understand what I was doing to myself I might gain some measure of control of the process. To no avail. What I saw was like a scene from a porn video. It was usually the same. I would stand in front of the mirror, a beautiful, stacked woman and start stroking my body. If I was clothed, I would unfasten my skirt or shed my jeans. Then I would unbutton my shirt, reach into my bra and pull out a large breast. If driven by a sudden desire for a climax, I would simply pull my panties aside and shove my fingers directly into my usually sopping vagina. But more often than not, I would shed all my garments and stand fully unclothed in front of the mirror. The sight of my uncontrolled hands manipulating my naked body added an element of excitement to the scene. During the "urge" I had an almost perverse fascination for my sex parts. I liked to watch myself masturbating Mom's body in the large mirror almost as if I was watching an instructional video in a sex education class. I was absorbed in watching the contractions of Mom's vagina and anus when I came. It wasn't me I was seeing in the mirror, although I felt all the sensations of my manipulations. It was like I was standing outside myself watching someone I didn't know. A beautiful actress in a porn movie doing unimaginable things to her own body. It was only when I felt the final surge of orgasm that I realized that it wasn't a movie. It was something I was doing to myself. On one occasion I tried to hold my gaze while masturbating. Rather than look at my body, I stared at my face, or rather Mom's face, in the mirror. The face had a look of longing on it before I started. As I pleasured myself the face relaxed only to grow more intense as I approached a climax. My mouth opened a bit and I licked my lips. I had of look of intense concentration. My eyes glazed over but I forced myself to keep staring at them. They pulled me in. It seemed like I was looking directly into Mom's tortured soul. She was possessed by a carnal demon. It was no longer me looking back but a succubus that wouldn't release Mom's body until it orgasmed. The vision into the darker recesses of Mom's mind was disturbing and more than a bit frightening. I sensed that she had a hidden and self-destructive agenda which might emerge in unguarded moments. I never repeated the attempt to probe into Mom's psyche. Rather I took simple delight in watching myself masturbate Mom's gorgeous body without trying to understand the deep seated psychopathology. So I would sit on the edge of the bed, extend my long legs before me and run my hands up my legs from my ankles to my mound. Often I would cup my breasts, excite the nipples until they bulged, then raise one to my mouth and suck on it. My free hand would find my pussy and I would start finger fucking myself. I would look at myself in the mirror, legs extended, one hand deep in my vagina, sometimes sucking a tit, only dimly aware that it was me. As I raised myself toward a sexual peak I would lay back in bed, watch my legs become tense and extended, see my hips rising and falling to meet my fingers. I could watch the woman in the mirror rise toward a climax. I could hear her cries of pleasure and was always surprised that they were in my Mom's voice. Just before cumming, I could see my face, or at least the face of the of the woman in the mirror become contorted in what the French call the "beautiful agony," gasping and screaming as she climaxed. I could feel everything but it was not me or the Mom that I had grown up with in the mirror. It was a strange, erotic woman writhing on the bed as she masturbated to orgasm. One time I decided to spend the entire day with myself and my clitoris in the hope that I could satiate my sexual desires. I relaxed all morning trying to restrain from pleasuring myself, then took a very hot leisurely bath. The steaming water had made me feel I was in a different world, floating warm and safe, far from reality. I titillated myself with delicate strokes of my fingertips across my nipples and my belly. After I dried myself I lay back on a stack of pillows on Mom's bed, facing her large mirror. The bath made my skin feel very soft and sensitive. I could feel my own fingers stroking the silky smooth outer lips of my vagina slowly up and down, pressing a bit on each trip as they passed over her clitoris. Usually when I masturbated as Steve, I would fantasize about some girl in my class, or about Sara. Now that I was in Mom's body the fantasies became realities. Nothing was forbidden. Watching myself in the mirror I saw the cunt lips begin to pout and then to part slightly. My loins began to tingle and I could feel myself lubricating. I propped my head up with the pillows so I could relax completely while watching Mom's body produce the sensations I was feeling. I paused to squeeze one of my nipples very hard, and noticed the subtle movement of my vagina that accompanied the throb I felt. I did it again, and a droplet of my moisture escaped and glistened on my thighs. I pulled the lips apart with both hands, making my erect clit stand out, throbbing visibly as I fondled my breasts. I began to stroke and squeeze the area just above my clitoris very gently, and was rewarded with one throb for each stroke. I watched my inner lips begin to swell and pout. The trail of moisture was dripping to the bed and I took a peculiar pride in in the quantity of liquid that Mom's body was generating. I rubbed my middle finger back and forth across the upper part of my clit, pressing more firmly as I became more aroused. The tingle in my loins got stronger, until my vagina began to blossom open in the seconds before orgasm. I spasmed hard in one of those cums that left me still wanting more. I tried letting myself down still rubbing my clit slowly, holding one of my soft breasts in my other hand. I enjoyed the climax immensely but the need was still there. Soon I had Sara's vibrator pressing next to my clit, bringing me toward another climax, and then another. I worked on myself until I felt drugged, lethargic after hours of masturbating and many orgasms. But no matter how many climaxes I gave myself, or the situations in which I climaxed, I couldn't shake the "urge." It would just have to run its course. During the peak periods of the urge I would give myself repeated orgasms using the Sybian. Other times, when I felt a milder, but still demanding need for sexual stimulation, I would lay on the couch listening to the stereo while I sucked my tit and masturbated myself in time to the slow music. Once I started, it took only gentle pressure on my clitoris to make me cum. Like all addictions, whether to drugs, alcohol, or sex, giving in and satisfying the urge was ultimately a losing strategy. I would masturbate to gain a few hours respite. My body, aware that masturbation gave relief, forced me to pleasure myself over and over. It was a perfect example of conditioning. If I didn't masturbate when I felt the urge to do so, I couldn't eat, sleep, or keep my hands out of my sex until I forced myself to cum. While I can't deny that I enjoyed the few moments of orgasm, the situation could hardly be called pleasurable. I knew I shortly would have to do it all again. I had switched bodies with Mom less than two weeks ago and had given myself nearly 100 climaxes. Her "urge' better end soon. I don't see how I can keep up the pace. I tried to think the whole thing through logically. Perhaps if I discovered a quick way to cum, I wouldn't have to spend so much time pleasuring myself. I tried the Sybian, Sara's vibrator, and pressing my cunt up against the washing machine during the spin cycle. I even tried stuffing one of Steve's neckties into my vagina, then pulling it out slowly, rubbing the damp fabric across my clit. They all worked and gave me quick climaxes but merely shortened the time between having to do it to myself again. This went on for almost two weeks. I would wake up in the morning and masturbate to orgasm. Then I would fix myself some breakfast, eating quickly so I could start pleasuring myself again. More often than not I had my fingers in my vagina before I finished my coffee. Even kitchen utensils weren't safe if my desire was strong. On one occasion I used the bulb of the turkey baster as a makeshift clit pump. I rubbed leftover butter from my toast around my vulva to make a seal, then squeezed the bulb and applied the open end to my eager clitoris. The vacuum tugged at my clit and engorged it with blood. The swollen clit was exquisitely sensitive. It made it easy to finish the job with my fingers. After my climax my fingers tasted like buttered cunt. I spent a lot of time on the Sybian, sometimes collapsing on the bedroom floor from sheer exhaustion. I tried everything to get some respite but I had to continue "doing" myself over and over. Between climaxes I would grab a snack and try to clean up the mess I had made. Of course I had to make significant alterations to my personal wardrobe. Very few of Steve's clothes would fit properly. Mom's hips were too broad for his jeans and his shirts and jackets were too big except in the bust line. About all that would fit was Steve's sweatshirts and sweatpants. In Mom's body I couldn't wear any of Sara clothes. Mom's own wardrobe offered few alternatives. She had business clothes, of course, and the exercise clothes she wore to the gym. And a couple of drawers full of undergarments, panties, bras, and some things that I would have to ask Sara about. But few other things. She was definitely not a clothes horse. As Aunt Amy said, she had the fashion sense of a toad. I ended up wearing a loose sweatshirt and shorts most of the time around the house. They would cover me up enough to answer the door for the mailman or a delivery boy, yet I could drop them quickly when my "urge" demanded that I get at my sexual parts. I did find that I had to put on one of Mom's bras when I went out to keep my floppy bits from bouncing about. Mom's closet contained a couple of pairs of high heeled shoes. I could never keep my balance when wearing them. Too bad because they made my legs look great. I resigned myself to wearing flats, loafers, tennis shoes and sandals. Apparently so did Mom because that's what she always wore around the house. So two weeks passed. Between orgasms I watched TV, ate a bit, exercised, and tried to keep the house fairly neat. But even cleaning the house I occasionally had to satisfy Mom's urges. Once, when vacuuming the living room rug I was overwhelmed by a desire to give myself a climax. It wouldn't wait. Out of desperation I put the end of the vacuum hose against my bare breast and let it suck my nipple while I fingered my cunt. My nipple, the areola and much of the end of my tit was pulled into the hose. I shoved a finger part way into the end of the hose to break the vacuum to keep my entire tit from being eaten by the machine. Little puffs of air sneaked past my finger tip and started my nipple vibrating. The combined shaking and sucking sensation was incredible. The fingers of my other hand mauled my cunt. No finesse. I just grabbed at the soft flesh and worked it brutally. In less than a minute I had such a mind blowing orgasm that I forgot about cleaning and lay on the floor vacuuming my tits and cunt as I writhed and screamed to climax after climax. It took me the remainder of the afternoon to clean that one room and I'm afraid that I never did get it really clean. However my nipples and my pussy were spotless. Not a speck of dust on them. Hoovering my genitals would have to be a rare occurrence. My tits and cunt were so swollen and sore that I could barely touch them. But I did. When I managed to fall asleep, my dreams, often nightmares, were all about sex. One dream was a replay of my last fuck with Steve. I was Mom and he fucked me to repeated climaxes, so realistic that I orgasmed several times in my sleep. I had to put a towel on the sheet under my pussy or the bed would be soaked by my juices by morning. My worst nightmares were scary and perverse and seemed to be dredged from the darkest recesses of Mom's id. Nothing in my life as Steve had ever prepared me for them. In one nightmare I envisioned myself performing the most unspeakable sexual acts in public, a town whore wandering naked down our short main street. The nightmare was extremely realistic and vivid. I could see all the familiar storefronts and signs. And there I was, begging for sex from every man, woman, girl and boy. I would lie on the hard pavement surrounded by a ring of onlookers while anyone who wanted fucked me in whatever orifice they desired. I would suck the pricks of the men ready to penetrate my cunt and ass and stick my fingers in the vaginas of the women waiting to use me. I would even let several dogs fuck me at a time, mouth and cunt. I got no satisfaction from even the deepest penetration. Every fuck raised me to near orgasm but I could never climax. I needed more and more as I desperately tried to cum. I was driven to take on all comers in the vain hope that one would bring me off. But it never happened. This nightmare repeated often with several variations. In one variation, I visited Steve and Sara's high school on Parent-Teacher's day. While the conferences were going on, I climbed on a study table and yelled "Look at me!" Then I stripped all my clothes off in a parody of a burlesque dance, stuck my fingers in my vagina and masturbated. "Fuck me, fuck me! I'm here for the taking. Anyone who wants to can fuck me!" I shouted. The horny boys and girls, including Steve, Sara, and all their friends fondled my tits and cunt. Steve's friends fucked me one after the other while telling me in foul language that I was the hottest and dirtiest MILF in town. Sara's friends pinched my nipples, sucked my tits and cunt and made me suck them in return. Then I pleaded for everyone, students and teachers, to use me in whatever way they wanted. Some fucked me, others sucked me, still others made me suck or penetrate them. They came in a never ending stream, lining up outside the door. I was fucked and penetrated repeatedly, my tits were pulled and bitten, my ass was penetrated, and I was forced to swallow what seemed like gallons of spunk. Finally even 9 and 10 year old children from the elementary school next door came in to use me. They crawled all over me, probing and licking all my orifices. The boys tried to fuck me with their small pricks. Some succeeded. I gave blow jobs to the rest and swallowed their virgin semen. I begged for someone to make me cum but no one ever did. My inability to have an orgasm in my nightmare was driving me crazy. The nightmare ended when the pain from my cunt woke me up. I had fisted myself, buried my entire hand up to my wrist in my vagina. In my most vivid and horrible nightmare I was literally devoured by the passion that was eating me up. It started out innocently enough. Sara and Steve both took turns fucking me until I was almost delirious. I wanted more. "Eat me, bite me, chew me!" I cried. Replete with sex, they decided to literally eat me. First they drew lines on my body marking out the best cuts. Just as in a butcher shop. I was strangely passive as they marked me up. In my mind I was just meat. Cunt, tits, ass, legs to be used and consumed. Everyone who wanted could have a piece of me. After I was properly marked up, they tied me to a spit, skewers through my breasts, arms and legs to hold me in place, and roasted me slowly over a barbeque fire. I was awake but couldn't make a sound. The spit turned slowly while the flames enveloped my body, charring my skin. Sara said that I should roast for at least four hours to be really tender. I could feel the flames and sense that my flesh was barbecuing slowly. My nipples singed and my breasts split like hot dogs over a fire. Sara stuck a large meat thermometer in my buttock and announced that I had roasted long enough. They laid me out on a large platter trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. I had been thoroughly cooked and could smell my roasted flesh. I could see everything they were doing to me. My milk white skin had turned brown and crispy. Steve and Sara cut off large portions of my lovely body with carving knives, my bountiful breasts, my magnificent legs, my entire cunt, and ate pieces of them, smacking their lips with gusto. Steve had a part of one of my roasted limbs in his hands and was chewing on the flesh. He ate me like eating a turkey leg. When he finished devouring my full round thigh, he ate my beautiful calf like he was eating a drumstick. Sara sliced up my breast and offered mouthfuls to Steve. She cut off bits of my singed nipples and ate them as hors d'ouvres. I could hear the crunch as she chewed. I watched in horror as they both feasted on me. Sara offered me a taste of my own flesh on a long fork. As she raised it to my lips, I could see that it was my own clitoris and part of my vulva, nicely browned and succulent. She pushed it into my mouth and I chewed. My clitoris tasted like crackling pork, flavored by my own pussy juices. God help me, it was delicious. Sara and Steve continued to feed me bits of my flesh, all cut from the parts of my body that had given me the greatest sexual pleasure. My body had been butchered, cooked and carved but I remained aware of what was happening to me. I could still see, chew and taste. I relished the crispy bits of my body, agonizing over what I was doing. I are bits of my tender tits, my succulent cunt, the inside of my soft thighs, part of the meaty curve of my calf, even a piece of my nipple that Sara had saved for me. Each part that I ate gave me a brief surge of the feeling that I would get if that part were sexually stimulated. I had a series of micro climaxes as I consumed bits of my erogenous zones, hoping that by eating myself I would never be in thrall to that part of my body again. The desires of my body had consumed me and I was consuming it in the forlorn hope that getting rid of my flesh would also rid me of my urges. In this truly horrible nightmare, the three of us feasted on parts of well roasted me until sunrise. Finally there was nothing left of me but a smile. Just like the Cheshire cat. But even without a body, I still felt the "urge." Parents are supposed to sacrifice themselves for their children but this was too much. All I could think about when I awoke was feeling my body to reassure myself that my parts were still intact. The phrase "Eat Me" took on a new horrific meaning. Touching myself led inevitably to a session of masturbation and my day started again. Thankfully that bizarre and horrible nightmare was never repeated. Obviously Mom's switch with me had been well planned in advance. Mom had gone grocery shopping before she left. There was enough food in the house and the refrigerator/freezer so that I didn't have to go shopping for a couple of weeks. I don't think I could have made it to the store without sticking a couple of fingers or a vibrator in my vagina. She also left little notes for me around the house about how to cope with my arousal. When I opened the vegetable drawer in the refrigerator, I found several medium sized cucumbers. A note was attached to one of them with a rubber band. On it Mom had written "Use this when you masturbate. It's just about the right size and the bumps will help you have a nice orgasm. Then slice it and eat it without washing it off. I know you don't like salad but your pussy juices will make it taste good. - Love, Mom." How considerate. But she was right. In her medicine cabinet was another note which read, "Use this skin conditioning cream on your pussy lips and clitoris after you ride the Sybian. It will keep everything in good order. - Love, Mom." Looking through Mom's bedside table, I found a half consumed bottle of sleeping pills. Apparently Mom had had the nightmares too. A brief note taped to the bottle said "If your dreams get too bad, take one of these before bed. Love - Mom" Pinned to her gym sweats in the closet was still another note. "Don't forget to go to the gym three times a week. You need it to keep the body that you love in good shape. Besides, a really hard workout makes you forget sex for a while. - Love, Mom." Mom was certainly right about the last one. While I didn't go to the gym, I worked out on the treadmill and Bowflex exercise machines that we had in the basement. Every evening I would run for an hour on the treadmill with enough speed to leave me gasping for breath. A "runner's high" is a poor substitute for an "orgiastic high" but it is a substitute and I could last the rest of the evening without making myself cum. Well, not quite. I would shower after each exercise session, making sure to direct the hand held shower spray against my clit. It was just to get clean I told myself while the spray stimulated my genitals to a small climax. Then I went to bed. In one of my more inspired moments I figured out an almost socially respectable way of getting repeated climaxes. Before getting a car I had fixed up an old motorcycle that I salvaged from an auto wrecker's yard. It was a vintage Norton 500, a single cylinder English bike that had reasonably good performance if you could ignore the intense vibration of its engine. The seat springs had settled and provided minimum isolation from the throbbing of the motor. After I got my car the Norton was relegated to the corner of the garage. Early one evening, when my pussy was demanding stimulation, I decided to fire up the old thumper. I put in a gallon of gas, checked the oil level, and pumped the starting pedal. After about the sixth try the engine rumbled into life. The saddle of the beast vibrated encouragingly. To make sure that I wouldn't wet the seat, I rolled up a washcloth and shoved it into the front of my panties up against my pussy. Then I took one of the smaller cucumbers that Mom had thoughtfully provided, licked it, and pushed it into my vagina. It filled it completely, one end touching my cervix, the other end just protruding from my pussy lips. What I really wanted to do was to transmit every throb of the engine directly to my cunt. I buttoned up my tight jeans, donned Steve's biker's jacket that was hanging near the Norton, slapped on my motorcycle helmet and wheeled it down the driveway. By the time I got done prepping the bike it was dark enough so that none of the neighbors would recognize me. I shifted into gear and slowly rode down the street. As I hoped, the vibration of the engine thrilled my cunt. I varied the speed to try to find the sweet spot, that combination of engine revolutions and seat oscillations that gave me the maximum stimulation. About 40 miles per hour seemed to be it. The speed was a few miles an hour below the local speed limit, but fast enough not to interfere with traffic. That first night I rode for nearly an hour. It felt like a vibrator was pressed against my pussy lips. No, it was much better than a vibrator. The cucumber made it feel like a gigantic prick was working its magic in my cunt. I felt like my whole lower body was being stimulated. I came repeatedly, about once every ten minutes at the peak vibration speed. My legs spasmed and I clutched the gas tank with my thighs almost hard enough to crush it. While not quite as good as a Sybian, the Norton would do in a pinch. I always wondered why girls joined motorcycle gangs. Now I know. I even had the fantasy of taking a cross country round trip. It would have been a 6000 mile personal orgy climaxing every four or five miles. I don't think that even Mom's super cunt would be able to handle that many consecutive orgasms. But it might be fun to try. What really discouraged me from taking the cross country trip was the problem of controlling the bike when I came. I mean it was a real orgasm. Just like I had in my bedroom. I shook, my body tensed up, my legs went out of control, and for a few moments when I orgasmed I was totally oblivious to my surroundings. A couple of times during my short ride, I became aware, after a climax, that I was headed off the road or toward a tree. Riding the Norton was a truly erotic experience but I frankly doubted that I could survive a cross country orgasmic ride. Heeding Mom's advice, I sliced up the cucumber that had been my motorcycle companion and ate it. It was delicious. So I gave up the idea of a cross country trip but used the motorcycle once in a while as an alternative to the Sybian when my body demanded repeated fulfillment. Overall, I discovered that while I couldn't turn off Mom's insatiable craving for sex while her body was having one of its "urges" I learned to exercise some control, at least when her arousal was at a moderate state. I also learned to appreciate how much effort it took for her to appear "normal" in front of us kids and at work. While I wanted to be Steve again, I couldn't begrudge Mom the opportunity to go away with Aunt Amy. In my body she was free of her obsession and could live a relatively normal life. And I must admit that I loved fucking my Mom from the inside when she wasn't in the throes of an "urge." Her magnificent body gave me sensual pleasure, glorious mind blowing orgasms. It was an addiction that I couldn't shake. I truly wanted to be Steve again but being Mom would do in a pinch. After thinking it all over, I finally reached a compromise with myself. I would do everything I could to regain my own body. But as long as I was stuck as Mom, I would explore all aspects of her sexuality. *** "Mom!" Sara shouted as she burst in the door. "The trip to Disney World was wonderful. I got to dance with Mickey Mouse. We even saw a space launch at Cape Canaveral." "Where is Steve?" she continued. "I've got to tell him all about it." "That's a long story," I said. "Unpack, relax, and I'll tell you all about it." We ordered in a pizza and I even offered Sara a glass of wine. After all she was almost eighteen too. I had a big one myself. After dinner we sat on the couch. Sara asked, "So where is Steve?" "I'm Steve," I answered. "After you left, Mom and I switched." "Why did you do that?" "Well, you know all about Aunt Amy's divorce. Mom went over to cheer her up and found that she was feeling very depressed. She was afraid that she was losing her appeal to men and that no one would love her any more. When Mom came home she suggested that Aunt Amy needed a man to romance her and be interested in her sexually. Naturally the first man that came to her mind was me. But I demurred. I told Mom that Aunt Amy was still my aunt. While I liked her very much I wasn't turned on by her. Anyway, I felt that she would burst out laughing if a high school boy tried to seduce her." "Mom had the answer. She suggested that we switch for a day. Then she would go over to Aunt Amy and tell her that I really had the hots for her but that she wouldn't let me come over. It wouldn't be seemly, Mom said. I might have regrets later." "So we switched. Mom's plan was that she would make love to Aunt Amy in my body while I stayed home in hers. I felt that it was too soon after her last "urge" to take the chance but Mom assured me that there would be no danger of her losing control if she was in my body and that at home I would simply rest up and be free from all temptation." "OK Steve, I've got the idea. I know that you are a great guy and that Aunt Amy would probably be satisfied regardless of who was in your body - but where is Steve? Is he still at Aunt Amy's?" "In a manner of speaking, yes. Things started to go wrong the morning after we switched. Mom's body got a flashback of her sex urges and I couldn't stop myself from giving in to her needs. I masturbated and used your vibrator over and over. I must have given myself six orgasms by noon. You know how Mom gets when she loses control. I just couldn't stop myself. It wasn't like you playing with my prick when I was at softball practice. You came a lot but you could stop when you had to. I just couldn't stop. Mom's body wouldn't let me. And God help me, I enjoyed it. Mom's body is a sexual Disneyland." "Anyway, I called Aunt Amy's to try to get Mom home. She had switched out of Steve's body and was now in Aunt Amy. Aunt Amy was now in Steve's body and was fucking Mom. That wasn't supposed to happen." "I told Mom that I couldn't stop cumming. Mom asked me if I enjoyed playing with her body and I told her I did. It wasn't a lie. Then she told me that her body was mine to keep. She simply gave it to me. She said I could use it in any way I want. She didn't plan on coming back to it." "What! Why did she do that?" "She said that she wasn't coming home. That she and Aunt Amy had been lovers since before we were born and that the both of them were going to travel together. She also told me that her body was pregnant. Like she stole my body and left me hers. I love her but I want to be Steve again." "Mom was pregnant? Who was the father? I didn't know she had any boyfriends." "It's hard to believe but you are the father. She says that it happened when you fucked her in my body a couple of months ago. I, I mean Mom's body is having the baby so I guess we will be father and mother and grandmother. It's really too complicated to figure out." "Why can't we just find Mom and switch you back." "It isn't that easy. Mom said that switches don't work when you are pregnant. I'm really so scared. And Mom's "urge" must be peaking because I just can't stop giving myself orgasms." Sara put her arms around me. "Oh Steve, is there anything I can do? I love you so much." "Just hold me Sara. I'm so tired. I can't sleep and I have the most horrible dreams. I just don't know what will become of me. Mom's needs are overwhelming." Sara held me close for a few minutes. Then she helped me up and took me to her bedroom. I must have drunk more than I realized because I felt in a daze. When we got to her room she undressed me, bit by bit, jeans, panties, T shirt, and bra. When I was entirely naked she put me in bed and pulled a light sheet over me. I heard the water running in her bathroom and the toilet flush. After a few minutes she slid into bed beside me and I felt her smooth fresh body against mine. "Let me help you Steve," she whispered in my ear. "Do you need to have an orgasm now?" "Oh yes, but I can't ask - - -." I never got the next words out of my mouth. Sara was kissing me and her tongue was almost down to my tonsils. I felt her hand brush over my stomach and move ever lower. While still kissing, she rubbed her hand over my mound, gently massaging. She pulled away from my mouth and whispered in my ear "I like to do that to myself. Maybe Mom will like it too." "Oh yes, She likes it." "Well in that case. she might like this as well." Sara moved her hand a bit lower and started moving her fingers around my cunt, stroking the edges of my pussy lips. It felt wonderful and very exciting. "Do you know," she said, "that the latest research shows that the nerves of the clitoris extend all around the vagina and even go inside. I heard all about it in sex education class. I like to do it to myself. Tell me how it feels on Mom's body." "Sara, if you continue to do that I'm going to cum." My legs were shaking and my belly was heaving, a sure sign that I was right on the edge of a climax. "That's the general idea, darling. Have a real big orgasm and then we can get some sleep." She punctuated her sentence by directly stroking my clit. That was the trigger. I came almost instantly. A full blown orgasm with leg spasms, hip heaves, and moans. "Sara," I cried, "I love you." And then I had a second orgasm almost as big as the first. "That should do it for tonight Steve. I'm so glad I could help you. Let's get some sleep and take tomorrow as it comes." Sara put her arms around me. I turned toward her and felt her body against mine. She slid down in bed a bit and I felt her lips around one of my now almost permanently engorged nipples. "I think I'll suck on this for a while, Steve. Do you mind?" What could I say. I put my hand around Sara's head to guide her into place and drifted off to sleep. *** Fortunately Mom's "urges" began to decline and I was almost back to normal in a few days. Sara and I tried to act outwardly as if nothing had happened. She had fun with her friends, swam at the pool, and giggled a lot. I worked around the house and went to the gym. We told everyone that Steve was escorting his Aunt Amy on a trip to Europe, a story not too far from the truth. I kept the appointment with the OB that Mom had set up. She probed me, stuck fingers in my openings, took a blood sample and assured me that my pregnancy was proceeding nicely and that I could expect to deliver in about six months. Thanks - I needed that. To explain Mom's (and my) pregnancy, Sara and I made up a story about Mom wanting another baby before her biological clock ticked down. She didn't want to get married again so the father was a sperm bank. It was a weak story but it should satisfy friends and neighbors, at least for the time being. Frankly I was scared silly about the pregnancy. Sara commiserated with me and tried to offer reassurance. We slept together almost every night now, not for sex but just because I needed someone to hold me close. Sara and I read all the books we could get from the library about pregnancy and what to expect. Sara obviously looked forward to my pregnancy. It would be sort of a dry run for herself in a half dozen years or so. She felt my body constantly to see if she could detect any changes. One of the books told us that my breasts would swell and grow at least a cup size in a few months. They would also increase in sensitivity. Sara couldn't wait. Every night she felt my breasts to see if they had grown. Her hands eventually went to the nipples and she started fondling them, running her delicate fingers around the areolas and gradually working up to the nubs. Under Sara's deft manipulations my nipples would grow stiff and stick out almost a full inch. I had never seen them that big. And of course she had to suck them a bit to see if anything would come out. Not that I minded. Mom's pregnancy seemed to make me more sensitive and I enjoyed Sara's attention. In fact we both reveled in the sexual playground that was Mom's body. We both treated it as a wonderful sex toy. Sara would play with my tits and legs, suck my cunt, and give me repeated orgasms. I would squirm and flail around on the bed totally caught up in the ecstasy. After she had her fill of me I would suck Sara and make her cum. I once asked her if she felt strange making love to her Mom. He answer was a pure delight. "No Steve, I don't feel strange at all. I know that it is you that I'm really making love to. I don't care what shape you are in. Despite the fact that she left us I love Mom too so I'm loving you both at the same time." She went on to say, "It also helps that Mom can have so many orgasms in a row. That way we can both enjoy Mom's body as much as we want." Then she put her hand on my pussy and started stroking my clit. Sara sucked my tit while she forced still another climax out of Mom's willing body. "See what I mean, Steve?" she said after we both caught our breath. The summer passed in much the same way with a mixture of pleasure and anxiety. By the end of the summer there were changes in my body that were hard to ignore. My belly started to swell and my breasts became larger. The color of the areolas deepened and my nipples became even more sensitive. Sara could now give me little orgasms by simply fingering my tits and playing with the nipples. When we were sitting on the couch together watching TV she would put her arm around my shoulders and then sneak her fingers under my bra. Just like two teenagers in the movies. Of course I knew what she was doing but I didn't stop her. I loved the idea that she enjoyed Mom's body as much as I did. I don't believe I ever knew what was being advertised on all those TV shows. During commercials she would play with my tits. If she got really turned on she would grasp my big nipples and pull me up off the couch. Using my tits like reins she would steer me into the bedroom and maneuver me to the bed. Sometimes I tried to resist but all that did was make her grip tighter and pull harder. My tits loved the sensation of being stretched out and my nipples tingled at the tightness of Sara's grip. By the time she got me to the bed I was ready to cum at the slightest touch on my cunt. Sara was now in her senior year at high school and was caught up in all those activities that seniors participate in. She spent less time at home now and left me to my own devices during the day. I cleaned house, did the shopping, went to the gym for pregnancy approved exercises. Mom was indeed correct when she said that we would have no money troubles. The bank balance was more than I could have imagined and payments for the business were still coming in. Strangely enough, I still thought like Steve, even though I had, as Sara said, boobs and a cunt. Mom's body was a MILF to be longed for and I made love to it every chance I got. It was an odd, almost out of body experience, I was both the fucker and the fuckee. I got the same kick out of reaching inside my bra and pulling out a tit as I would if I was groping Diane or Stacy in the movies and then I felt the pleasure from the tit both as Mom and as Steve when I put it to my mouth and sucked it. The same with finger fucking, or caressing my legs. The only thing I really missed was having a prick to fuck myself with. I'm not sure how I could have handled it but I sure enjoyed fucking Mommy as Steve and being fucked by Steve when I was Mom. I was concerned that because Sara was spending so much time with me, she was missing out on all the dating that usually goes on in the senior year. She didn't seem to have a regular boyfriend although she did go to movies and rock concerts with guys. Although she definitely wasn't a virgin, she certainly wasn't sleeping around. I asked her if herself imposed task of keeping her Mom sexually satisfied was inhibiting her relations with guys. Sara's answer was a definite no. "Steve, don't even think it. I enjoy making love to you even when you are in Mom's body. It's not only boys that want to fuck their Mommy. Girls want to crawl into bed with their moms too. Any you keep me so satisfied that I don't want to go with guys whose only redeeming virtue is that they have a prick. I have so much sexual fulfillment with you at home that I don't need any more from guys. After all, how many orgasms can a girl have?" She went on, "My friend Diane went out with a guy who really screwed her over. He told her he loved her. They fucked three or four times and then he decided that he loved someone else. She was really broken up especially when she saw him pawing another girl in study hall. The worst part was that he told her he didn't want to wear a condom because it would interfere with his love for her. She wasn't on the pill and she went a couple of bad weeks until she got her period. Some guys are such bastards." Some women tolerate pregnancy well. Mom was one of those. I had no morning sickness to speak of. My visits to the gym kept my body toned so I had no back pain or any other physical complaints. My visits to the OB confirmed that everything was OK. She said that I could keep up exercising at the gym and that even a moderate amount of sex would do no harm. I screwed up my courage and asked her about the Sybian. The OB was surprised, then she confessed that she had one too and used it whenever her husband was away. She felt that the Sybian orgasms would be all right for the baby since most of the stimulation from the machine was on the pussy lips and clit but, of course I should use caution with some of the longer penile attachments. I've never seen a doctor blush at a personal question but the OB's face was almost scarlet. I guess that she felt that her sex life was being exposed too much. The big day came when Sara found that she could actually get fluid out of my tits from hard sucking. We had just gotten into bed and Sara snuggled close. Our hands crept over each other's bodies for our usual good night hug. Sara caressed my growing belly and then let her hand move up to my, now, enormous breasts. She played around with the big globes, letting her hand sweep all around the undersides of one and then settled on the nipple. I joined her by cupping the other breast in my hands. Despite having lived in Mom's body for over six months she was exciting to explore. I felt as if I were still Steve making love to my Mommy for the first time. Each change in her body opened up a new chapter. Sara was surprised at how big and how fast the nipple grew when she stroked it. "It's bigger than it ever was," she said. She put her lips around the teat and started caressing it with her tongue, then she sucked. She sucked hard. "Steve!" she exclaimed. "Something is coming out. I can taste it." We both knew that it couldn't be milk at this stage in the pregnancy but our books told us that pregnant breasts often secrete fluid to get ready for milk. She got a mouthful. "Does it hurt?" she asked. "No, Sara, it feels very good. What does it taste like?" "It's hard to describe. Why don't you try it for yourself." She kissed me on the lips and I got a tiny taste of my pre-milk. It didn't taste bad, in fact pretty good. I guess the idea is to get babies to want to suck on a tit for real nourishment. While Sara continued to suck on the leaking tit, I raised the other to my mouth and wrapped my lips around the nipple. It felt rough and harder than usual. But it still felt good when I sucked Mom's tit. I pressed down on the areola with my lips and sucked hard. Sure enough, a little fluid came from the nipple and into my mouth. It was thin but sweet and my tit felt great. I guess this was Mom's body helping me learn what tits are really for. But there was so little that Sara and I both sucked the tits dry in a couple of minutes. "That was something else," Sara said. "I can't wait to do it again." Then without hesitation she slid down in bed, put her tongue on my pussy, and forced me to cum. I said "forced" but I put up absolutely no resistance and even held my pussy lips apart so she could reach the delicate interior. We fell asleep in each other's arms. *** It has now been six months since Mom left. I always had the hope that she would decide to return, switch with me, and take over the pregnancy. But no luck. I guess she is not coming back. The OB says that I will deliver in a month. She has already reserved a private room in the hospital. My belly now looks like I have swallowed a basketball. Sara loves to feel the baby kick and holds her hands on my bulge until she feels it. All I know is that he or she will be a soccer star. The OB says that it is no longer safe to use the Sybian although, if I need it, I can still get a climax by traditional means. My interest in sex has been increasing lately. I'm told that an increase in sexual desire often occurs during the last weeks of a pregnancy. It has something to do with the hormones. My boobs are now the size of melons. Large melons. Sara and I both enjoy playing with them. She says that they are almost as large as my belly and she can't wait until I give milk. But that won't happen until after the baby is born. I can wait. But I couldn't wait long. The baby came two weeks early. I felt the contractions and called the OB. Sara drove me to the hospital in my car, jerking and lurching all the way as she mangled the stick shift. That probably hastened the delivery. I had the baby just a few hours after being admitted. Giving birth hurt like you wouldn't believe. I never believed anything that big could come out of my pussy. I can understand why some women swear off sex, vowing never to let a man touch them again. I don't think it will last in my case. The OB says the birth was very easy but she wasn't in Mom's body. I was. After the birth the nurse put my baby girl to my breast and I felt milk flowing out of my nipple for the first time. "Feed her every four hours," the nurse said. "Switch breasts every feeding. If she doesn't take all the milk, try to express the rest with your fingers to keep the milk flowing. Breasts like yours should produce more than enough milk." "I'll show you how to express your milk. Hold your breast between thumb and forefinger with the fingers at the back of the areola. Then press them together gently as you move them toward the nipple. Imagine that you are milking a very small cow." The nurse put her hand on my breast to demonstrate and started gently milking me. It felt so erotic I wanted her to pump me dry. My God, what's with Mom's body. It really was sex obsessed. I had a baby just a day ago and now I want someone to play with my tits. Sara drove me home after three days with our lovely little girl. Sara insisted that she be named Stephanie, which she learned in French class was the feminine version of Steve. "It's got to be baby Steve," she said. "After all Steve, you are the mother in Mom's body and I am the father when I was in your body. So it belongs to both of us. It is our sister and our daughter. I think it is funny." Despite having been in Mom's body for almost a year now, Sara still called me Steve. "You are still my brother Steve," she said, "except that you have boobs and a cunt. That doesn't make any difference to the way I love you." The days passed in a complicated ritual of nursing, diapering, and trying to keep the house in order. I gradually regained my strength and shape, losing the extra pounds I had gained when pregnant. I worked out as much as possible on our home gym equipment. The exercise made me feel good and took my mind off my new responsibilities. Sara helped as much as possible when she was home from school and we hired a house cleaning service to come in once a week and do the heavy housework. Feeding little Stephanie was a mixed pleasure. She demanded to be fed every four hours, six times a day, day and night. I found it hard to get more than four hours of continuous sleep and I always seemed tired. On the other hand I enjoyed her sucking at my tit. That's what breasts were really made for. And almost every time she sucked I had a mild orgasm. Not the mind blowing kind but an orgasm nevertheless. Our library books mentioned that about 20% of nursing mothers get sexual pleasure from feeding their babies. I was one of the lucky ones. But then I was learning that Mom's body had a sexual response to almost everything. It was as if all sensations were routed through the sex center of the brain. I suppose I would have even had a climax if I stubbed my toe. Strange as it seems, I just couldn't get used to Mom's breasts as mine. Every once in a while I would pull out a boob and stare at it. My hands cradled the massive mammary gently. I caressed the breast like I would caress a lover, reveling in the wonderful sensations that I could feel when running my hands over the surface. How wonderful it was to have my own private pleasure domes. If I ever managed to switch back to Steve, my breasts were the parts of Mom's body that I would most miss. I would play with the nipples and watch them grow, almost as a curiosity. Mom's nipples, I thought of them as my nipples now, had both expanded and darkened since I started nursing. They were exquisitely sensitive, perhaps even more than when I switched with Mom years ago. I achieved a new rapport with my nipples now that Stephanie was nursing from them. I actually respected them. They were being used for nature's purpose as well as my personal pleasure. My OB insisted that I leave my breasts exposed for a while after every nursing session to let my nipples dry out. This gave me both the maximum of temptation and the maximum of opportunity. My nipples became my private little sex toys. Instead of twiddling my thumbs when I was bored, I would twiddle my nipples. Not really. I would run my forefinger around the base of each nipple until it got hard, sometimes stroking from the base to the tip for variety. The nipple would grow to the size of a small grape, about half an inch in diameter and three quarters of an inch long. It stood out stiffly from the absolute center of a dark areola like a little pyramid. I would flip the end of my nipple with my finger and revel in the twinge of erotic sensation. I loved my nipples. They were truly things of beauty. I had anticipated that my nipple would have a distinct opening, just like a cow's tit or my cock. But the first sight of milk coming out surprised me. When I squeezed the end of my tit I could watch little streams of milk emerge from the tiny pores around the nipple. When Stephanie finished without draining a tit, I bent it up to my mouth. It seemed so huge. So much flesh. I had to use both hands to raise it. I started by just licking up the driblets of milk but then I gathered my courage and shoved the whole nipple and most of the areola between my lips. Squeezing my big nipple between my tongue and the roof of my mouth I sucked and sucked until my breast was empty. Not only did I enjoy the taste and the feeling of my tit draining but I enjoyed the fact that it was ME. I was giving something back to myself. My Mom's body was paying me back for the switch. She told me that I would like her tits even more when milk came out and I did. Emptying each breast between feedings was a necessary chore. If I had a surplus of milk in my breast after Stephanie finished I would take care of it myself. So after each of Stephanie's feedings, I would burp her, change her diaper and put her back in her crib. Then I would suck my breast dry. It was a chore that I enjoyed doing. If I touched my clit with my lips wrapped around my own nipple, I found that I could give myself a nice climax with just a few touches. It was the fulfillment of a teen porn fantasy, sucking milk from a beautiful lactating woman's breast while making her cum. And I must say that Mom's body enjoyed it too. I had more or less expected that my milk would be creamy. It wasn't. It was like skim milk, thin but very sweet. Mom was right. My milk tasted delicious. Certainly it did to me. It reminded me of melted vanilla ice cream without the vanilla. I had a little game where I tried squirting milk in my mouth from as far away as I could. After a while I could hit my mouth from six or seven inches. I didn't do that too often because it made such a mess when I missed. I liked my milk right from the source. But of course even though the sight of my breasts seemed strange, I always felt the delightful sensations of breast play whenever I handled my tits. I'll bet cows feel turned on when the farmer milks their tits. I know I did when I milked mine. On the nights she came home, Sara slept with me. She massaged my body to relax me, starting by kissing up my legs and working her way up to the top. She rubbed her own body, tits and cunt against mine as she moved. I could tell that she had a few little orgasms along the way. Well, if not actual orgasms, then shudders of pleasure. One night when Stephanie cried to be fed at 2 a.m. Sara picked the baby out of the crib and brought her to me. I snuggled the baby in my arm and opened the flap of my nursing bra, pinched the nipple to make it stand up, and guided it to Stephanie's mouth. Her sucking sounds were like a lullaby and my eyes closed. I felt the flap of bra on the other breast being opened and Sara's hand closed around my nipple. How sweet, I thought. She wants to play with my breast. Then her mouth closed around the nipple and she started sucking. It was the first time Sara had actually nursed on my milk other than licking up a few drops during sex play. I put my arm around her and pulled her close. "Suck all you want, Sara. I have enough for all of us." The pleasure was indescribable. Sara kept my nipple in her mouth while her hand moved to my pussy. Her fingers found their way inside and started my climb to an orgasm. I was being milked and finger fucked at the same time. She was pleasuring me at both ends. I could hear Sara moan in between sucks. Her lips vibrated my nipple while her tongue circled around the tip. I even felt her chew a bit, a sensation guaranteed to send me over the edge. I was in total ecstasy at being so well used. This time I really came hard. It's a wonder my thrashing around didn't bounce us all off the bed. We seem to have gotten the sex out of our systems for a while. Sara's SATs were coming up and she needed a high mark to get into her preferred college. She spent her time studying and doing practice exams. I helped as much as I could her with math and science, my specialties. While I hadn't been attending class, I read everything I could on the internet. Both MIT and Harvard had posted free lectures and I'm sure I learned much more than I could from the last semester of high school. Sara's SAT week was over. She came home overjoyed. "I really nailed those exams, big brother. Thanks ever so much for your help." We sent out for Chinese and, since Sara was now over eighteen, opened a bottle of wine. One of the good ones. The evening was very festive. Sara had nothing important for school, all she had to do was wait until the college acceptances poured in. Together we split the bottle. Both of us were a little woozy, not drunk but just sufficiently high that our inhibitions were relaxed and we slurred a few words now and then. After dinner Sara turned to me and asked, "Steve, I want you to do me a big favor. You may not want to but I'll ask anyway." "What is it? "I want you to switch with me for a couple of days. We can do it over a weekend. You don't even have to go to school, I'll call in sick." "But why on earth would you want to switch?" "I want to experience what it feels like to nurse a baby and give milk. I want to play with a set of big boobs and suck my own titties. I want you to finger fuck me and give me repeated orgasms. I see how you respond when we make love. You can cum and cum without stopping. You have told me about how much you enjoyed fucking Mom from the inside and I want to experience the same thing. I may never get the chance after I go away to college." "OK Sara. If that's what you really want. But remember that there is a problem being Mom. If she should get one of her "urges" when you are in her body it may take days before you are over it. I took me months before I could control them and even then I had to give in once in a while." "I'll take the chance, Steve. I really want to do it." We fed and diapered Stephanie and put her in her crib. Fortunately she was a very good sleeper and rarely awoke during the night. Sara and I walked hand in hand to the bedroom and slowly undressed each other, touching and caressing as we removed each article of clothing. It wasn't really a seduction but a form of foreplay. I kissed her nubile breasts, now a definite C cup, and laid her out on the bed. Usually when we went to bed, Sara was the sexual aggressor, responding to my needs. This time I took the initiative. I started by stroking her lithe body. It was so sleek and young. She seemed tense so I rubbed her shoulders to get her to relax. I could feel that she harbored some doubts about switching. It would be an adventure to a strange land. "Remember Sara, when you are in Mom's body, don't do anything to hurt it. Don't bite your tits too hard or shove anything too big up your cunt. I may have to live with Mom's body for a long time and the baby needs the boobies. Now, how do you want me to do it? After all, it's your party." "I'd like you to start with a massage, then slowly work your hands up to my cunt. Play with my pussy lips for a while before you put anything inside. And while you're doing that, I want to suck the milk out of your boobies. After that we can play it by ear or by mouth. And when you feel me starting to cum, tell me that you love me. That's really important." I did as she asked. Sara had given the whole process much thought and had planned out every little detail or having an orgasm. I did deviate from her plan a bit, not in the essentials but in the sequence. I massaged her body and legs then started to work upward. As my head passed her mound I couldn't resist licking the sensitive pussy lips and clit. Sara twisted and moaned as I left the clit and moved upward. Her hands cupped my right breast and she pulled the nipple to her mouth. I felt the pleasure of lactation. She worked over my tit like a woman possessed, kneading and clutching it while never missing a suck. My fingers were in her cunt, moving in and out while my thumb worked around her clit. I felt Sara's body start to writhe beneath me. Just before she came I whispered "I love you, Sara." That sent her over the edge. Her legs quivered, hips rose to meet the motion of my fingers. She gave a final convulsion and climaxed hard. I felt the wedge come between us and I was sucking, almost biting, Mom's tit while Mom's fingers were buried in my vagina. The afterglow of the orgasm was delightful. It was strange to be in Sara's body after so long. She was colt like and moved with the easy grace of a teen ager. Of course she didn't have two melon sized breasts to weigh her down. Sara, on the other hand was like a kid in a candy store with Mom's body. She had both hands around Mom's breasts and was feeling them all over. "Oh, Steve, I never realized how nice these were and how good they feel. Give me an orgasm quick." "But Sara, You just had one." "I know Steve but I want, no, I need another. Please do it before I explode." I spread Sara's legs and tongued her to another climax. "It's so nice, Steve. I can cum over and over. Do it again while I suck my tits dry." "OK Sara, but then you will really have to get some sleep. Remember that you have to nurse Stephanie in a few hours." "Just do it Steve. I so need it." So I did it. And twice more before she went to sleep still clutching her big breasts in her hands. Three hours later Stephanie woke up for her early morning feeding. I nudged Sara to wake her up and brought the baby to her. She put Stephanie to her breast. Stephanie latched on and began to suckle. "Oh, Steve, this is so wonderful. I'm actually feeding a baby. My breast feels so good with milk coming out. And I'm getting a little tingle in my cunt. is this the way it always is?" "I'm not sure Sara. I've only been in Mom's body so I have nothing to compare it with. But Mom told me that she always enjoyed nursing. And knowing Mom, she could get sexual stimulation from just about everything she did." When Stephanie finished, I checked her diaper and put her back in her crib. "How was it Sara? Did you like being a mother?" "I loved it! I still have plenty of milk in my breasts. Why don't you get in bed with me and help me suck the rest out." I slid into bed beside Sara. She was already sucking one of her breasts. Sara pulled my head to the same breast and both of our mouths tried to suck the same nipple. Our tongues intertwined and both of our hands were kneading the tit to force the last drops of milk out. "That one's done," said Sara. "Let's work on the other. It feels so good when we do it together." So in a cooperative manner we emptied the other breast. I sucked a bit, then Sara sucked, and we traded the nipple back and forth holding each other's hands around the tit, sucking until it was empty. We fell asleep, arms wrapped around each other. I awoke in the morning to a gentle motion of our bed. Sara was clearly on an exploration of the sexual delights of Mom's body. She had her hands around her big breasts again and was clutching and squeezing them. "Oh, Steve," she said. "Mom has so much to play with. This feels much, much better than when I do it to myself. The nipples are fabulous. I could suck on them for hours. You were right. Fucking Mom from the inside is fantastic. I should have done this the last time I was in Mom's body but all I could think of was switching back to my own. I wasted the opportunity and I want to make up for it now." I kissed Sara and started to get up for a morning shower. "My legs, Steve. I adore Mom's legs. They are so long and sexy. Make love to my legs." I turned and looked at her. Mom's legs were indeed gorgeous. Thin ankles which widened out to full calves, narrowed a bit at the knees then proceeded up strong thighs to a tight ass. The way Sara was lying they formed an arrow leading directly to her mound and all the delights inside. It was all I could do not to throw myself on Mom's legs and work myself up to her cunt. "We have plenty of time, Sara. You don't have to do everything at once." "But Steve, I want to do everything at once. Two days isn't enough to get in a lifetime of pleasure. I've missed so much." "Don't worry Sara. I'll help you make up for it after breakfast. Now I'm going to take a shower." When I came out of Mom's shower I saw the Sara was giving herself an orgasm. She was fingering her cunt gently and delicately. "I had to do it again, Steve. Mom's body is such a playground. I can see now why you needed to fuck her. I was a bit jealous before. I wanted you all for myself but having sex in Mom's body is like an addiction. I'll bet with a vibrator she can cum continually." I hadn't told Sara much about the Sybian but since she wants to cum so much I'll have to show her. Maybe even demonstrate it myself. It will save me from wearing out my tongue. Not that I mind sucking Mom's juices. They're great. In fact I think I'll give Sara's cunt a good sucking right now to show her how much I love her. And to get another taste of Mom. I couldn't do it to myself when I was in her body. Still unclothed from the shower, I lowered myself onto Mom's showgirl legs and licked up toward her pussy. By the time I got to her thighs Sara realized my intentions. "Steve, you ARE making love to my legs. Thank you. It feels so nice. What are you doing now?" I slowly pulled her hands away from her cunt and substituted my tongue, licking all around the delicate lips and into the vagina. The taste of Mom was delicious. I sucked and tongued harder. I was both Sara and Steve fucking our Mom. I sucked a mouthful of the soft folds of Mom's pussy into my mouth and gently chewed. I could feel the clit harden like a little prick between my lips and teeth. "Bite me Steve, bite me harder. Suck me, fuck me. BITE me!" Sara wrapped those long lovely legs around me and pulled me tighter into her. Her hand went to my head and held me close. I felt her hips start to move and the muscles in her thighs vibrated. Her legs beat a tattoo on my back. I knew from experience that Mom was getting close to a major explosive orgasm "That's it Steve. Suck me, bite me, fuck me, fuck me. More, more. I'm cumming. I'm cumming NOW." Sara shuddered and quaked for at least a minute and then went limp. "Thank you Steve. I never realized that someone could cum like that. It was like I was in the center of an earthquake. The world was spinning and all I could feel was the wonderful fire in my pussy. Oh, thank you!" "And now", she went on. "let's eat breakfast. All this exercise has made me hungry." Except for one kinky incident, breakfast was an anticlimax. Anything would be after that fuck. Sara made some eggs and toast and I brewed coffee. We sat down to the table as we always did on one of Sara's school days. Fortunately we both like our eggs over easy and both like whole wheat toast so cooking was always without disagreement. Despite our bodies, we were still brother and sister. I poured the coffee into the cups and reached for the cream. "Wait," said Sara. "I always wanted to do this." She shrugged her robe off her shoulders and pulled out one massive tit. She squeezed the end and directed one stream of mother's milk into my coffee cup. "Tell me when," she said. The coffee turned a light beige. "When," I answered. Then she did the same for her own. "It's nice having your own private cow, isn't it?" Sara said. "The milk is always fresh." Surprisingly the coffee was very good. Sara's milk was so sweet I didn't have to put any sugar in the coffee. We even had a second cup with the same creamer. We played with Stephanie, changed her diaper, and Sara held her to her breast and fed her. Sara had a smile on her face the whole time. She was enjoying the whole process. I suppose nursing a baby is easier than giving birth. Sara and I dressed to go shopping in the supermarket. We needed to replace our larder, fruits, vegetables, and all that other stuff that I wouldn't eat as Steve. In the store we met two of Sara's friends, Diane and Julia. Julia was not a particularly close friend of Sara but had been Steve's lab partner in science class for two years. I don't think Mom knew her at all. Diane came up to me and asked if I wanted to come over to her house to see a new movie on DVD. I gave a non- committal answer and said that I would call. What else could I say. Julia asked Sara about Steve. "I haven't seen him in school this semester. Is he all right?" Sara quickly explained that he was living with his aunt in Europe for a year and was attending school there. "Well," Julia went on, "when you write him, tell him I miss him a lot." Julia was the paragon of "cool." Asking after Steve was one of the more emotional things I had seen Julia do in the years that I had known her. She and Diane bid us goodbye and we went on with our shopping. On the way home in the car Sara said "Watch out for Diane. After her bad experience with boys, I think that she has turned into a bit of a lesbian, or at least is bisexual. Stacy said that Diane always had the hots for me and would like to get me in bed. If you go over to her house, she may rape you." I remembered Diane's ass patting smile and her fascination with Sara's boobs in the shower after the softball game and I thought it might be entirely possible. "What about Julia?" I asked. "I don't know much about Julia one way or the other," Sara went on. "She seems OK but I've never really been close to her." Just like in the movies I had a quick flashback. Sara didn't know it but Julia and I, Steve, that is, had been fucking since we were sophomores in high school. Julia was in my sex education class and had been my lab partner during chemistry classes. We had little in common except curiosity and an interest in sports but she was easy for me to talk to and we got along well. Julia was regarded as a bit of a nerd by the other girls and had few close friends in school. She didn't read other people's emotions very well and tended to be overly objective and brisk in her manner. This made her an ideal lab partner but tended to not to win popularity contests amongst the girl's cliques that dominated social life in the school. One day after chemistry class she asked me if I believed all that stuff we had been hearing in the sex education class. I had to admit that I thought it was pretty "goodie goodie." The school board had apparently bought the "Just Say NO" line and had instructed teachers to get with the program. Julia said, "I think we should experiment a bit and find out the real facts before we buy into the propaganda." This surprised me. I had often thought of Julia in a sexual way. But then I had 16 year old fantasies about just about every girl in school. I realized that nothing would ever come of it. Not that Julia wasn't attractive. Without her thick glasses she actually looked very good. It was all in the attitude. I felt that if I approached her she would simply laugh at me. "If you are not doing anything special after school, why don't you take a little bike ride with me? My folks have a cabin down by the lake and we can go swimming and have a couple of Cokes." I accepted, more out of curiosity than anything else. We biked down to the lake, about four miles from school. Julia's folks cabin was in a secluded cove and had a little swimming beach up front. Although crowded on the weekends, few people were around the lake on weekdays. Julia suggested that we take a dip in the cool water and then have a couple of Cokes before we biked back. The only trouble was that I didn't have a swim suit. "No problem," said Julia. "I often swim without one. There is never anyone around. Besides I've seen almost all of your body when you are swimming in the school pool and the rest of you shouldn't look any different from what we've been seeing in the sex-ed classes." Her logic was unassailable. We both stripped, although I must admit that I felt a little uneasy. She had a very attractive figure, athletic and well-toned. No surprise since she played on most of the girls' sports teams. Then we dashed for the water. I tried not to look directly at Julia but obviously that's not what she had in mind. The water covered most of us but it was as clear as glass. Julia came over to me and said, "Let me see your penis close up. I want to see if it looks like the pictures in class." She reached out and grabbed my cock. No hesitation at all. I was almost paralyzed by shock. This was the first time a girl my age had ever touched my private parts. "It's bigger than I thought," said Julia. "How do you make it hard?" With her hands on my balls and cock she led me back to the beach. We sat down on the sand and Julia examined me closely. Purely scientifically you understand. She ran her hands over my penis and weighed my balls as if she was selecting oranges. All that touching was having an effect on me. Julia was nearsighted and without her glasses had to get close to things to see clearly. She moved her head so near my penis that I could feel her breath. "Oh, look. It's getting hard now. Where does it feel best when I touch it?" "Just keep doing what you are doing, Julia. It feels great all over." It was apparent that this bike trip was turning out differently from what I expected. I might as well take advantage of the opportunity. Teen hormones have a powerful influence on one's decisions. "Steve, the end is getting big and red and you are so hard. Are you sure it doesn't hurt? Should I stop touching it?" "No Julia. What you are doing is fine. You might try moving your hand up and down a bit. And squeeze a little harder. That will make it feel better." She kept rubbing with one hand while she held my balls with the other. I started to feel the telltale signs of a climax coming on and I tried to warn her. "Julia, if you don't stop now, I'm going to cum and a lot of white stuff will come out the end. It's just like they told us in sex ed class." "I can see something coming out now Steve. It's clear, not white. Can I rub a bit more?" "Rub as much as you want Julia. But if you keep doing it I'm soon going to cum. I don't think I can stop it" I tried to keep my voice calm just as if it was an experiment in chemistry lab but I'm not sure I succeeded. "I don't want you to stop it. I want to see you cum." I could feel the tension in my groin and my cock began to throb. Julia's hand job was much better than my masturbation. I realized that I had lost control when my cock started to jerk. "Julia, I'm CUMMING!" I shot a blast of white cum into the air and over Julia's hands. She kept stroking and I had a small second climax. "That was very interesting Steve. They never told us about any of that in class. Tell me exactly what you felt." After Julia wiped her hands and the rest of the cum off my cock she brought us some Cokes and then started to ask questions. Both of us were still nude. I guess she really was curious. I told her the best I could about how my prick felt when she was rubbing it and the intense feeling I got when she made me cum. Again, none of that was ever covered in sex ed. I also told her how my cock got soft after having had a ejaculation. While I was talking I saw Julia casually drying her own body with a towel. She seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time drying her tits and between her legs. "Do you feel anything like what I felt?" I asked. "Well sort of. My nipples got hard when I was rubbing you, just like your cock, and I wanted to touch my cunny. No. I really wanted you to touch my cunny. I want to feel just like you felt. Do you want to touch me?" Julia lay back on the sand. I didn't know what to do but she started giving me instructions just like she was reading the directions for a lab experiment. "First put your fingers on my breasts. Gently now. Then start stroking around the areola. When the nipples get hard you can use a little more force. Yes, that's the way. I can feel a tingle all the way down my body." "Now keep one hand on my nipple and move the other between my legs. Feel how soft I am down there. Not like you at all. Move your fingers around the soft skin. There is a little button near the top. Don't touch it until I tell you. Rub your fingers on the soft lips until you feel them start to swell." I did just as she asked. Julia lay flat for a few moments and then she started rolling her body back and forth. Her hips rose and fell slightly in time with my finger motions. I could tell that she was getting excited. "Now put one finger into the hole and move it in and out a bit. That's perfect. Do it a little harder but don't forget about the nipple." I moved my fingers in her cunt according to her directions. I guess I was following instructions satisfactorily because she turned her head to me and said, almost matter-of-factly, "Steve, kiss the nipple you are touching. Kiss it hard. Suck it a bit. And put your hand on the button in my cunny and rub it. Don't stop moving your fingers in and out." Julia's nipple was hard. It had grown to the size of a small grape and seemed to get darker. I put my lips around it and rubbed it with my tongue, then sucked. Julia put her hand on my head and pulled me tighter against her breast. "Suck harder," she said. My free hand found her clitoris and I stroked that softly. I felt Julia start to squirm under me and her hips began to move. Her legs got tight and her feet danced little dance on the sand. "Steve," she said in a casual conversational voice just as if she was discussing a class project. "I'm going to cum. Keep doing everything just the same way but rub a little faster on the clit. I'm getting higher. Now I can feel it go from my clitoris to all over my body. It feels so good. I wish it could last but I think I'm going to cum now. Yes, I'm cumming NOW." She gave a final spasm, then totally relaxed. "Well, that was nice." she said. "It wasn't like sex education class at all. I learned so much. Thank you Steve." That was the start. We had given each other orgasms but we had never even kissed. I couldn't shake the feeling that for Julia sex was an intellectual and athletic exercise. Physically very pleasant and good for the body but not something to get worked up about. Over the next year we visited Julia's beach house about once or twice a week when the weather was good enough to bike. About two weeks after our first encounter we had a mutual virginity losing session and kept up fucking for the rest of the year. That means that we fucked at least 50 times, probably many more since sometimes we did it a couple or three times a session. We finally got around to kissing but we were not lovers, not really, although we were probably much more physically intimate than most of our high school classmates. Rather we were friends with privileges. Sometimes I took the lead and explored her body. Sometimes she explored mine. We were still lab partners. It never occurred to me that Julia could get pregnant from our encounters. What did I know, I had been a 16 year old virgin. It was only after we had been intimate for some time that Julia admitted that she was taking birth control pills. Her mother, raised in Sweden, had given her a prescription as a 16th birthday present. Sort of like a "coming of age" present. Ever practical Julia had started taking them after our first visit to the beach house. On one memorable afternoon Julia came equipped with two washable Magic Markers, the kind they sell for kids. She insisted that we strip and then fondle and caress each other all over. When we found an area that gave one of us pleasure, we would circle it with a Magic Marker, red if it was a really hot area, blue if it was just so so. We were drawing a map of our erogenous zones on our bodies. Then Julia photographed me and I took pictures of her to keep for a record of our research. We washed off the physical evidence by a dip in the lake. Then we practiced what we learned by an extended make out session. Our visits to the beach house were not a continuous orgy. We usually biked there after school, almost always on a weekday since the lake was too crowded on weekends. If the weather was warm enough we would swim, then sit quietly and talk about whatever entered our minds, classes, news, the movies, and sports. I would fondle Julia and she would fondle me. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring intimate places while our conversation continued. When the physical tension rose to the point where it intruded on what we were saying to each other, either Julia or I would say, "Let's do it." And do it we did. Julia would wrap her lithe body around mine and my hard cock would find her vagina. She never did anything halfheartedly. When we fucked, we really fucked, moving, plunging, gasping, writhing to mutual climaxes. We would stop only when we were out of breath, exhausted. It was like a 100 yard dash rather than a marathon. We gave our all to each other. And when we caught our breath, we continued our talk where we left off. It was like people who live near an airport. When a plane flies overhead, all conversation stops, only to pick up when it is again quiet. If we had the time and desire, we made love a second time. And once in a while a third time. Despite the lack of passion, or maybe because of the lack of passion, all of our experiences were mutually satisfactory. They weren't quite the emotional mind blowing orgasms that I later experienced with Mom, or Sara, but they were very satisfactory, nevertheless. We explored just about every type of sexual gratification. It was like a private sex education class. If something didn't feel good for both of us, we simply stopped doing it. Sometimes too much of a good thing is simply too much. We served as each other's emergency dates for school functions where we didn't have a date of our own. Although we were good friends, there was little sense of romantic involvement. That's why I was so surprised at the supermarket encounter. Julia must have cared more than she dared to admit. During the car ride home, I noticed Sara squirming in the seat and I asked her what the problem was. "Steve," she said, "I hate to admit it but I think I need another orgasm. My cunt has that longing empty feeling and I need something inside of me. Oh, how I wish you were back as Steve and could use your penis." "Me too, Sara, me too." When we got home, Sara had difficulty going up the walk. I wheeled baby Stephanie's stroller back into the house. Stephanie had fallen asleep during the car ride and we didn't want to wake her. Sara could hardly keep her hands away from her cunt. "Do something, Steve. Help me." After we put the groceries away I told Sara to take off her clothes and come into Mom's bedroom. I had something I wanted to show her. We both stripped, Sara even faster than me. By this time she had a look of almost agony on her face. I pulled Mom's Sybian from the closet and showed it to her. She had seen pictures of one but never the actual thing. "Sara, this will give you all the climaxes you can handle but it is very addicting. Mom used it during her "urges." I used it a couple of times myself too." "Hurry, Steve. What do I do?" "I'll show you," I said. To tell the truth, I wanted to try it myself in Sara's body. I put the Sybian on the floor in front of Mom's dressing mirror and selected one of the smaller penile attachments. I used a little of Mom's lubricant so that it would fit into Sara's recently virgin cunt. Then, I straddled the machine and slid the rubber penis into me. Hesitatingly, I turned on the vibrate switch. And I gasped and bucked and tensed and had a huge orgasm in less than a minute. Sara's body just wasn't used to this kind of stimulation. I noticed that the vibrate control was set to less than a quarter on. Sara would need much more practice with this machine and I vowed to give it to her as long as I was in her body. "Hurry, Steve, I need help now!" "OK Sara, let me set it up for you." I selected a bigger penile attachment, the one that Mom usually used, and lubricated it. I'm sure I didn't have to do that at all since Sara's juices were obviously flowing. "Sara, straddle the machine the way you saw me do it and sit down on this rubber prick. When you are comfortable, rotate this knob to turn the vibration on. If you want the prick to move in and out, rotate the second knob. But be careful. The sensation is pretty powerful." I know it was Sara I was helping sit down on the Sybian, but all my eyes could see was my lovely Mom, the one I wanted to fuck. Steve's libido was getting in the way again. It's too bad I couldn't switch with the Sybian and fuck Mom over and over again. Mom's legs had straddled the Sybian and she was pressing it between her thighs. Her lovely thighs. I was jolted out of my reverie by the sound of the machine starting. Sara had turned the vibrate knob to about the halfway position. At first nothing seemed to happen, then her eyes glazed and she began to moan. She leaned forward and watched her tits dangle almost reaching her thighs. She dropped the controller and reached for her nipples, twisting and pulling them to increase the sensations. She tried to raise one to her mouth and suck it but the intensity of the feeling from her clit distracted her. The dropped tit started oozing milk which dripped down over her belly and thighs. She threw her head back and gasped. I could tell that she had orgasmed but she didn't stop the machine. I reached for the control to shut it off but she pushed my hand away and turned it all the way on. "More, more" she cried. "I need more." She rode the Sybian like I did the first time I tried it, shuddering through orgasm after orgasm. I couldn't believe I looked like that once. Her face was a mask of passion. Her eyes were glazed and she breathed in gasps. She pummeled and tore at her breasts, clutching and twisting them. Ripples of muscular tension played over her abdomen and thighs. Every few minutes she shuddered and gasped. She was having orgasm after orgasm. I was fascinated by the sight of pure lust. After about 15 minutes of riding the machine, I grabbed the controller from her fingers and turned it off. Sara collapsed like a rag doll. I helped her off the Sybian. Her knees were weak and she could barely stand. I laid her in Mom's bed and sat down next to her stroking her brow. Her eyes were shut and she seemed to be asleep. Her pussy was red and swollen and her juices gushed copiously. Finally her eyes opened and focused. "Oh Steve," she said, "that was awesome. I never believed that a body could feel that way. It was just pure unadulterated sex. I can't wait to try it again." "I think you better wait a while, Sara. Your pussy is a red as an apple. Give it a chance to cool off. I'm going to be wearing that body after tomorrow and I would like to be able to sit down." I went to the bathroom to get a cool washcloth. When I came back Sara had shut her eyes and was taking a catnap. Pure sex is tiring. I looked at Sara's or Mom's pussy. Sometimes I forget which is which. It was still red but the swelling was starting to go down. Her fragrant juices were still oozing out. Naturally I couldn't let Mom's orgasms go unappreciated. So I put my face down and licked her clean. Then I put the washcloth in place to cool her down. "That was nice Steve," I heard Sara mumble. Then she slept for about an hour. Sara had two more sessions with the Sybian before we switched back. By the last session she had gained so much control over her body that she could raise a breast to her mouth and suck milk out of the nipple while simultaneously having orgasm after orgasm. It would be something I had to try after I was in Mom's body again. After we switched back Sara confessed that she was sexed out. "I've cum so many times that I don't think I'll have sex for a year - maybe even longer." It didn't work out that way. By the next week she was sharing my bed again, sucking my tits, licking my pussy and making me cum. And I did the best I could for her. *** The next year passed quickly. Mom and Aunt Amy never contacted us so we assumed that they were not coming back. Mom's bank account grew and a prudent bank investment advisor suggested a couple of no-load mutual funds for most of the money. The funds prospered. This was during one of the go, go years for the stock market. We lucked out. Within a short time our investments had grown to several million dollars. Since I was Mom to all intents and purposes, I had full control of the money. With the investment advisor's help I set up an unbreakable trust fund for Sara, sold the stocks near the peak, and deposited the proceeds in a Swiss bank where it would be safe if Mom and Aunt Amy should try to recover it. Sara did very well on her SATs and had her choice of several top ranked colleges. She finally decided on a small, elite liberal arts college about 40 minutes from home. Our New England town is ringed by colleges so the choice was easy. It was close enough to come home to on weekends but not so close that I would drop in unannounced. Little Stephanie grew like a weed, walked and talked by her first birthday. My OB advised me to stop breast feeding by the time Stephanie was one year old. I had pretty much the same thought myself since she was growing a wicked set of teeth. Sara insisted that I go on the pill after I stopped breast feeding. Nursing, she informed me, is a natural contraceptive. Once I had stopped nursing I would be a welcome host for any vagrant sperm floating by. "But I don't have any boyfriends," I told her. "It makes no difference," she said. "If you get one of your "urges" and I'm not there to help you, you might grab the first guy you see and fuck his brains out." Her logic was unassailable. I would get a prescription for the pill the next day. Sara and I had an odd relationship to those bumps on my chest. My body image never quite accepted the fact that my tits were normal body parts. I still had enough of Steve in me to be astounded and aroused by the sight every time I saw my naked image in the bedroom mirror. I still wanted to fuck that woman in the mirror. So I always had to touch my breasts, roll the nipples and feel the erotic sensation just to make sure that it was me. Although my breasts were attached to my chest Sara and I both treated them as conjointly owned sex toys. Sara always got quite turned on by handling and caressing my titties. Nursing from them almost always ended up with her having a some form of climax. She would squeeze, fondle and suck my tits. Eventually her hand would sneak down to her clit. A few flicks and she would cum. And, of course, I enjoyed her manipulations. Whenever Sara and I had sex they got more workout than if Mom was nursing quintuplets. During my solo masturbation sessions, my breasts vied with my cunt for attention. Nursing had made them grow both in size and sensitivity. My boobs were a bounty of flesh but they were more than that. They were an endless source of pleasure and entertainment. I just realized when writing this that when I thought of anatomy the mounds on Mom's chest were breasts but when I thought of sex they were boobs or titties. Oh well "A rose by any other name - - -" I enjoyed rolling each nipple, watching it get hard, feeling the erotic sensation when I scratched it lightly with my fingernail, watching the droplets of milk ooze out when I squeezed the areola. I would press my titties together, each caressing the other. I played games with my nipples, seeing which one I could get the biggest. Breast play was usually a way station on the route to a climax. I didn't intentionally fixate on my tits. I caressed my legs and finger fucked myself, making sure to always lick my fingers clean to savor my juices. After an extended session with my tits, I was usually so hot that just a few seconds of finger action on my clit would send me over the edge to a resounding climax.. It was too bad that I would have to stop nursing since both Sara and I enjoyed the milky play with my boobs. We both seemed to have a lactation fetish. In addition to breast play during sex we both actually liked the milk. It sounds sick but Mom was right. My milk WAS delicious. I knew I could keep the milk flowing for a while but it seemed a losing proposition. I would have to stop eventually. We planned a long weekend goodbye party for my milky tits. We would both do everything possible to have fun with them from sucking the milk from the nipples, to creaming the coffee with the milk, to Sybian rides with each other nursing on the boobs of the rider. We even planned a switch in the middle of the weekend so Sara could get the full experience too. We would start off with a small dinner party for the two of us featuring a dish made with my milk. That's really kinky, isn't it. The starter would be a milk punch, basically my milk on ice, and a shot of rum. We would have creme brule for dessert. Of course I would supply all the dairy products. Sara and I milked my breasts for three days before the feast just to make sure we had enough of the delicious fluid. Since Stephanie wasn't breast feeding any more, we should have plenty. I leaned over a bowl and worked my boob from top to nipple to make sure I got every drop. Sometimes I did one and Sara did the other. Since I never owned a breast pump while I was nursing Stephanie, I had to express every drop by hand. This much breast manipulation was very stimulating. My fingers were on my nipples constantly. I found that from time to time I had to stop and relax just to let the sexual tension die down. When Sara helped, we milked me together. By the end of three days we collected more than a quart. I suppose my tits could have produced more but we were both skimming off the output. I'm really going to miss my daily sips. The milk punch was the easiest. Ice, mother's milk, and a big shot of dark rum. It tasted so good that we had a second helping. We would have had a third but we needed the milk for the other courses. What the hell, screw the other courses, let's have another milk punch. By this time we were both feeling a little sloshed. We just had enough milk for the creme brule so we decided to skip all the middle courses and go directly to dessert. Creme brule is made of egg yolk, milk or cream, and sugar. It is a thickened custard, baked in an oven with the top flamed in a broiler. We giggled a lot when we were making it. When it looked like we wouldn't have enough milk, Sara simply reached into my blouse, pulled my big tit out of my bra, and squirted a bit more milk into the pot. It was such a natural and unassuming act that I wasn't even shocked. Sara just felt that we both owned my tits and that she could do anything she wanted with them. As I stuffed my boob back into my bra I turned and kissed Sara on the mouth. Then we went back to cooking. The creme brule was excellent. That's an objective statement. Even if it had not been made with my milk, I would have judged it worthy of being served in a fine restaurant. We washed it down with the last of the rum punch. Sara and I both tumbled into bed together. I had my arms around Sara while she snuggled her head between my breasts. She reached from one to the other, trying to put them both into her mouth at the same time. "I love you Steve. I want your titties. Give me your titties." Sara had been clearly affected by the rum punch. She slurred her words but it was hard to tell because she had my nipple in her mouth and was sucking the last remnants of my milk out of my boob. Sara french-kissed me as her hand crept softly to my cunt. We lay in each other's arms for minutes, almost motionless except for her moving tongue and fingers. I was melting into Sara's embrace. My whole consciousness seemed to be concentrated on Sara's kiss and the growing feelings in my cunt. My mind flowed down my body until it was one with Sara's fingers. I was all cunt. Nothing else. she stroked and stroked and I came and came. Two orgasms in as many minutes. It was wonderful. Those milk rum punches must have potent aphrodisiac qualities. I should patent the formula except I'm sure that my overworked titties couldn't keep up with the demand. The punches also seem to have sleep inducing qualities as well. Sara fell asleep in my arms with her fingers still in my vagina. I fell asleep within a minute or two as well. I awoke as the first rays of the sun streamed through the window. Sara was sucking ravenously at one replenished breast. Her sucking sounds were almost obscene, slurping and swallowing as if she couldn't get enough. I tried to move her but she had latched on so tightly that I couldn't budge her head. Suddenly I felt Sara's body shudder. Her fingers must have been in her cunt while she was nursing at my breast. She was having a climax. I felt the wedge and I was Sara. sucking on Mom's nipple and feeling the afterglow of an orgasm. I realized too late that Sara had planned the whole thing. She hadn't had an orgasm for at least a day but had given me several. She was now in Mom's body and could use it any way she wanted. I was pretty pissed at Sara during breakfast. We had planned to switch sometime during the week but at my convenience, not hers. She tried to make it up by serving me some coffee with her special cream. I must admit that it helped. I couldn't stay mad at my sister for long. But there was one thing that she hadn't told me. Diane was coming over for lunch. Diane wanted information on the colleges that Sara had visited. it seemed an innocuous request. Diane was Sara's close friend but Sara had been avoiding being alone with her ever since Stacy had said that Diane was hot for Sara's body. And who wouldn't be, I thought. Sara had a lovely body. But I was thinking like Steve again. Diane came over and Sara, in Mom's body, conveniently disappeared. She took Stephanie for a long walk in the park. She would be gone for hours. Diane was quite serious about the colleges. Her grades and SATs weren't as high as Sara's and she had to wait for acceptance. She wanted to find out which college to go to should she be offered a choice. We sat close together and looked at the catalogs for a while. I could feel the heat from Diane's body. She put her hand on my leg in a purely casual way and I didn't shrug it off. That must have encouraged her because she touched my boob while reaching for the next catalog. I turned toward her and she kissed me on the lips. I had a mixed set of feelings. As Sara, I should have been outraged but as Steve I wasn't at all disturbed. Diane was an attractive girl who dried my hair and played with my boobs in the gym shower. I didn't know if Sara had any lesbian leanings but I was curious to see where this would go. Making love to a woman would not be a novel experience for me. After all, I had made love to Sara as Mom and had Sara make love to me. I knew pretty well what a woman's sexual capacities were. But I had never had a lesbian come on to me and I was curious about what would develop. "I hope you don't mind Sara," said Diane. "I just had to do it. I've wanted to kiss you for so long." "Well, you could have done it after you played with my boobs in the shower. I was sort of ready for it then. I liked your hands on my boobs. Why didn't you kiss me a long time ago?" "I guess I was scared. I wasn't sure whether I liked guys or girls and I was afraid to commit. But mostly I was afraid of having you turn me down. We have been such good friends and I didn't want anything to ruin our friendship." "What do you want to do now? We have a couple of hours alone." Diane seemed to be taken aback by her apparently effortless seduction. I'm sure she never expected me to give in so easily. What the hell, it was Sara's body and I was Steve and would get to play around with Diane as much as she played with me. From my point of view it was a win, win situation. Diane could have the fun of seducing me and I would get to fuck her and Sara would miss out on all the sex. That would teach her not to switch without asking me. Diane said, "Could we go somewhere where we wouldn't be disturbed?" "Sure Diane, let's go to my bedroom." This must have been blowing Diane's mind. She came over expecting a hard seduction and now she was being dragged off to bed. I better start playing it cool. We got up to my bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. "What do you want me to do Diane? I've never been with a girl before." I lied, of course but it was part of my cool act. "Let's just kiss for a while." said Diane. She put her arms around me and softly kissed my lips. Diane was shorter than me and had a fuller body. I suppose when she matured she would get fat but right now she was very comfortable. I felt her arms around me and one hand clutched my ass cheek and squeezed. We kissed some more, just getting acquainted. Within a few minutes her hand moved to my breast and she started gently caressing me. "They are larger than I remember," said Diane. "I want to feel them." Without removing her lips from mine. she worked her hand under my T shirt and put her hand on my naked breast. She was gentle but insistent. My tit was being caressed by someone who had done it before. Probably many times. We were still kissing while her fingers were playing with my nipple. Diane removed her lips from mine. "Lie down on the bed," she whispered. I laid myself down and Diane raised my T shirt. Both of my breasts were now exposed. "They are prettier than I remembered too. If you don't mind, I want to kiss them." Diane lowered her head to my chest and began to tongue my boobs. Her lips closed around a nipple and she worked her tongue around and around. This was more, and in a way better than I expected. When Stacy said that Diane wanted to rape me, I expected to be taken by force. Instead I was being softly manipulated into compliance with Diane's desires. After a few minutes of playing with my tits I felt Diane's hand working on my jeans. The button was particularly hard to undo. "Wait a minute, Diane," I said. "Let me help you." I opened the fastening and let Diane put her hand under my panties. "I love this," I whispered to Diane. "You shouldn't have waited so long." Diane took advantage of the opportunity. She pulled my jeans and panties off. I was naked except for my socks and the T shirt bunched around my neck. "I hope you don't think I'm moving too fast," said Diane as she lowered her face to my pussy. "I've wanted to do this for such a long time." I felt her tongue and lips on the delicate membranes of my cunt. She was very good at cunt licking. I had the feeling that I was being caught in my own trap. I just was playing around with Diane, leading her on to see what would develop but I was really being seduced. I needed her to continue. Sara's body was demanding it. I don't think I could have stopped. In fact, I'm sure I couldn't stop. "Do what you want, Diane. I love what you are doing to me." Diane kissed me and loved my cunt until I was quivering with anticipation. Then she stopped. "Just a minute Sara dear. Wait until I take my clothes off." Within a minute she was naked and on the bed beside me. Her body was nice, full and well padded. Her tits were big and soft. Her hips were wide with fleshy thighs. Steve's libido intruded with the thought that she would be very comfortable to sleep with. Her mouth returned to my cunt and she returned to her oral stimulation. "Diane, wait. I've got to do something for you. What do you want me to do?" Diane opened her legs slightly as an invitation. I reversed my position so that my head was near her cunt. We were going 69 within an hour of looking at college catalogs. I dove for her pussy and wrapped my arms around her full ass. Her thighs closed around my head and I was buried in her warm soft body. And we both tongued and sucked and chewed each other. For how long I can't tell. It could have been just a few minutes or an hour. I lost all track of time. I was drowning in the gentle pleasure of Diane's body. The feelings from my cunt enveloped my entire body. I started shaking and quivering. "Oh no," I thought. "I'm going to cum and I don't want it so soon." Diane's thighs tensed and vibrated as well, pulling me closer into her cunt. I don't know who came first. It might have been me, but Diane came immediately after. We held each other until we could breathe naturally and then we sat up on the bed. Diane was the first to speak. "Sara that was wonderful but I'm sorry I took advantage of you. You have every right to be angry at me. I know that you aren't gay but I pushed so many of your hot buttons today just to get my hands on your boobs. I didn't expect to go all the way with you." "Don't worry about it Diane. I have a confession too. I was leading you on just to see how far you would go. It's just that when you started touching me and kissing me, my body sort of took over and I didn't know how to stop. No, that's not right. I didn't want to stop. I'm glad we made love. It probably won't happen again but we will still be friends." I put my arms around Diane and kissed her passionately. I was still feeling the afterglow of the climax. "But," I said, "we better get dressed and clean up. Mom is going to be back soon." When Mom came back after a long walk in the park with Stephanie, we were sitting on opposite sides of the table passing college catalogs back and forth. Obviously nothing had happened. We were very cool to each other at dinner. Both of us ate in silence. Finally I said, "Sis, we have got to talk." Sara knew what I was angry about and waited for me to start. "I'm a little peeved that you switched bodies with me without telling me first. Not that I minded being you, it's just that I like to have some choice in the matter. After all, Mom gave her body to me to take care of. You know that you can use it all you want. When I get an "urge" I can't satisfy myself by myself. I need your help. But what I'm really peeved about is that you set me up with Diane without telling me. You knew that she wanted to make out with Sara. Stacy told you as much. And then you left me to fight her off. Why did you do it?" "I'm sorry Steve. I wasn't thinking clearly. I just wanted Mom's body so badly for myself. You will get to keep it forever but I didn't want to share it today. I just have a couple of weeks to make love to Mom's body until I leave for college. And, I'm really sorry about not telling you about Diane. I just did it as a joke. What happened? How did you fight her off?" "I didn't. I was so mad at you that I fucked Diane." "What! You fucked Diane in my body! How will I ever talk to her now? What will I tell Stacy? Everyone will think I'm gay." "Don't get too upset Sara. Diane is a very nice person. We started going over the college catalogs and then she touched me. She touches you every time you take a shower together in the gym. One thing led to another and she kissed me. I didn't stop her. The next thing I knew her hand was under my T shirt and on my boob. I'll tell you this, Diane knows what to do with boobs. Everything is sort of hazy after that but we went 69 on your bed and sucked and tongued each other to climaxes." "Oh, my God!" exclaimed Sara. "Why didn't you stop?" "I didn't want to stop. Diane's fingers are magic. When she touched my cunt I was a goner. And her body is so nice and soft. You should really try her sometime. It's a nice relaxed fuck." "But what will I say to her?" "Don't worry Sara. I told her that I wasn't gay and that this was just a spur of the moment weakness. We were such good friends that I felt that we had to experience each other at least once before we went off to different colleges. I told her that she was terrific in bed, which she really was, but that it wouldn't happen again. We hugged and parted friends." "Now, Sara," I went on, "if you still have some of Mom's milk left in those big boobies, let's make ourselves some of Mom's special rum punch and then we can be friends." We switched back just before Sara left for school. My tits were so sore from overuse that I could barely touch them for a week. But I tolerated the pain because I loved replaying the memory of what made them hurt. Too bad, my milk really was delicious and I will miss those special rum punches. *** It had now been almost six years since I switched with Mom and she had given me her body. Stephanie was a big girl now, five years old and was starting kindergarten. Sara was finishing up her last year of college and was interviewing for jobs at New York publishing houses. After every shower I examined myself closely in the bathroom mirror to see if I could detect any obvious signs of aging. There were a few of course. Mom's body was now 44 years old, not yet menopausal but getting there. There were slight wrinkles on her face. The fashion magazines charitably called them laugh lines. The rest of her body was in great condition. She still had a fabulous set of boobs, a thin waist, a firm abdomen, and those gorgeous legs. Three sessions a week at the gym kept her muscles toned. She was still the Mommy I wanted to fuck. But to tell the truth, I was often bored to tears during those weeks when Sara was gone. Naturally I couldn't hang out with my high school friends that still lived in the area. I couldn't participate in sports. I wasn't going to college although I took correspondence courses on the internet and read books from the library vociferously. Mom had few personal friends other than those she exercised with at the gym although she had a number of casual acquaintances. She was a member of a bridge club and I played (badly) several times a month. I also participated in library sponsored book discussions. Managing the business had occupied most of Mom's time. Now that the business was sold there was little to keep me busy at home except Stephanie and it is hard to have a grown up conversation with a five year old. Despite my anger at myself for not being able to control my desires when I had an "urge" I often used my body, Mom's body, for amusement when I had nothing else to do. Playing with myself was much more fun than watching a mindless sitcom on TV. In the evenings, after I had put Stephanie to bed, I would plop myself down on the living room sofa and turn on the television for an hour or two before going to sleep myself. Often, when the program became unusually boring, I would find myself touching my breasts or fondling my legs. I usually didn't plan to do it. It more or less just happened. I would free my boobies from their confining bra, raise my titties to my mouth and suck on my nipples until they became swollen and aroused. I thought of my breasts and cunt as special friends, always with me, always anxious to please, a source of exquisite pleasure. I caressed my legs, working my hands up the inside of my thighs, and sneaked a few touches of my cunt lips and clitoris. I rarely intended to give myself a full blown climax. Just have a little fun. Usually I worked myself up to a sexual plateau trying to hold Mom's lovely body just on the edge of cumming as long as I could. I approached and receded from the cliff of orgasm. I watched with delight as my beautiful legs went out of control, vibrating and tensing, my muscular thighs shaking and starting to get rigid. I even talked to myself, commenting on the pleasures I was forcing my body to endure. "Fuck me, fuck me, Steve," I cried out to myself. Then I tried to back off to do it again. I was trying to give myself small sips of sexual arousal rather than a big gulp. Sometimes I could keep myself almost on the edge of cumming for most of the evening. I saw that as a triumph over my carnal desires. But all too often I got carried away and the force of the imminent climax was too much to resist. I drove my fingers into my vagina and rolled my clitoris with enough force to make me scream in ecstasy. I plunged headlong into the abyss of orgasm, crying "I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING!" When I did that a couple of times an evening, who cared what was on TV. Even though I had inhabited Mom's body for half a dozen years, I still had Steve's psyche. When I made love to Mom's body I did it as a young man would do, caressing it, stroking it, sucking it, always happy to have this compliant lovely, voluptuous woman at my disposal. It was even better than that. Not only could I feel all those soft, resilient female body parts responding to the attention of my fingers but, as Mom, I could feel all the wonderful sensations of my alter ego's loving. The only thing I regretted was not having a prick to fuck my own cunt. Having both a male and female climax at the same time. Wouldn't that be something? There was nothing good on TV tonight so I went to Plan B. I intended to spend the evening playing with my boobies, my welcoming cunt, and the rest of my willing body. This evening, after I put Stephanie to sleep and finished up the household chores, I had a large glass of wine, maybe two or three, but what the hell, I was an adult. Then I went to my bedroom and turned on the small TV. But I didn't watch the program. It was just an excuse. I undressed to get ready for bed then looked at myself in the full length mirror. I turned slowly from side to side. As always, I was entranced by the view. The reflection showed a slim, well-toned woman with big beautiful breasts and great legs. "I like the way I look," I said quietly to no one in particular. "If I were a lesbian, I would love to "do" me myself." I imagined myself sucking and licking a mirror image of me and I got turned on by the very thought. I could feel my nipples start to stiffen in anticipation. How wonderful it would be to go 69 with my own body, giving and receiving orgasms for hours. Of course, I "did" myself often, at least a couple of times a week, even when I didn't have an "urge." I never thought of "doing" myself as masturbation. Masturbation was something I had been warned about in sex education classes. Only bad people masturbated. The rest, including me, just pleasured themselves. But I didn't much care what it was called as long as it ended in an orgasm. *** Once in a while I got some sexual fulfillment from people other than Sara. myself and the Sybian. At the start of Sara's junior year I visited her college to try to audit a course in physics as a supplement to my internet education. I was allowed to audit the course, sitting in the back of the classroom. Even though I didn't have to take any exams, I took copious notes. Professor Brian Milner, a distinguished looking man a few years older than Mom and a visiting scholar from England, was curious about this mature attractive woman who was attending class in a subject usually unpopular with females. After the second class meeting he tried to strike up a conversation. We exchanged a few words and then he had to leave for another class. He suggested that I take a seat up front so that I could hear the lecture better in the large hall. There were plenty of seats in the front of the classroom. Most of the undergraduates preferred to sit in the back so they could get out of the hall quickly when the bell rang. Seated up front I could certainly hear better and see the diagrams on the blackboard. Professor Milner got a better view too. It was almost funny to see him attempting not to stare at my legs. By the end of the second week I took to wearing short skirts instead of my regular knee length skirts or jeans just to tease him. In one lecture I crossed and uncrossed my legs several times as he fumbled with his notes and tried to concentrate on his lecture. I also gave up floppy sweatshirts in favor of a loose blouse with a V neck that revealed a lot of cleavage. That was too much for him. One of the course requirements was attending professorial office hours for academic counseling. The professor asked me to come to his office to discuss my academic plans. Of course I had no academic plans at all but I decided to go just for the hell of it. When I got to the office he showed me to a seat beside his desk. The office was furnished in a manner typical of any senior professor, a desk and chairs, a beaten up couch, bookcases all around, and photos and diplomas adorning the walls. He shut the office door and I heard the lock click. "That's just so we won't be disturbed, " he said. Then he turned to me. "Cindy," he said, "I don't know what to do about you. You are very distracting. You must know that I can't keep my eyes off you during lectures and it makes me forget my place. Some of the students joke that I am getting senile." "Well, I suppose I could wear more conservative clothes." "It's not the clothes. Half of the girls in the class dress more revealingly than you. It's just that you are so bloody beautiful." "What do you want me to do?" "I'm going to have to ask you to either go out with me or drop the class. I just can't go on staring at you. I know that it is very unprofessional of me to try to date one of my students. It is a serious breach of academic ethics. But then you aren't actually a student. Auditors don't count." "I suppose I could think about it." "Please," he said, almost pleadingly. "I just can't go on this way. I dream about you at night and I can't wait for the class to start during the day. And it's just so I can get a look at you. I almost had a heart attack when you crossed your legs last week. I wanted to drop my notes and crawl to you on hands and knees to get under your skirt. When you started wearing those open neck blouses I took any excuse to move around the classroom so I could sneak a look at your breasts. You've got to help me." I realized that I was getting a bit wet from the turn that the conversation had taken. He was quite a handsome man. Maybe he could become more than just a classroom instructor. "Perhaps we could go out," I said. "But just for a trial. When would you like to pick me up?" What I was really thinking though was "Victory! I still have enough sex appeal to reduce a man to a quivering puppy." I got up to leave the office and the professor rose as well. While I was trying to open the lock I felt his arm around my waist. I turned to face him to express my indignation but before I could get any words out he smothered my lips with a kiss. It wasn't at all bad. He certainly knew how to kiss. The next thing I knew he had lifted me off the floor and deposited me on the couch. His hands and mouth were all over my body. "What are you doing? Don't tear my blouse." "If you stop fighting me I won't tear your clothes but I've got to have you. Right now." "All right. I won't scream. Just let me loosen my skirt and take off my blouse." I removed my skirt and blouse. I was clad only in my bra and panties. His eyes bulged. "My God, you are more magnificent than I imagined." He pushed me back to the couch and I heard the zipper as he undid his fly. Within seconds he pulled my panties aside and drove his huge cock into me. By that time I was so wet that he plunged all the way in. I could feel the head of his cock hit my cervix. He drove in and out like a man possessed. It was the first time I had a real cock in me since Steve and I switched years ago. It felt wonderful. "Wait," I said. "If you are going to rape me don't forget about my breasts. They need attention too. You might as well give me the full treatment." I'm sure those words startled him. His rape had a willing accomplice. He stopped fucking, undid my bra and pulled out both boobs. He squeezed them and pulled them and shoved one in his mouth. He sucked so hard I thought he would swallow me. With a mouth full of tit he started driving in and out again. I could tell that he was getting close to ejaculating. I was not yet ready to cum. It had happened so quickly. "Slow down a bit and we can cum together," I said. "Suck on my nipple a bit more. I'll tell you when I am ready." He followed my instructions and slowed his pace. I think he realized that I would not shout "rape" and that he had more than enough time to give us both a really great climax. I grew more and more excited and I could feel my body responding as it always did. He chewed and sucked my nipples, moving from one tit to the other. I was getting near the peak. "OK," I almost shouted. "Fuck me hard." He did, and we both came together in a shattering pair of orgasms. We both lay there for several minutes. I finally sat up and stuffed my boobs back into my bra. He zipped up his fly. He would obviously have to wash the semen stains off his pants but I'm sure he could disguise it by faking a coffee spill in his crotch. Lukewarm would be best. I wouldn't want his magnificent cock scorched. I fastened my skirt, adjusted my clothes and I looked just like any unkempt college student. Except for the laugh lines on my face, of course. "Was that quick fuck it? Do you still want to go out with me?" "Of course I do. I can pick you up tomorrow night and we can go out to dinner and a few drinks. I have your address from the class registry. Say about 7:30." I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He unlocked the door and I left the office. The whole thing had taken less than one hour, probably a record for teacher/student seduction. To make a long story short, he came over on time. We had a wonderful dinner, a few drinks, and a long night of lovemaking. That was the start of a wonderful relationship. My cunt got regularly plowed by his prick for the rest of the academic year. Brian was a wonderful lover and discharged what seemed to be a pint of sperm in me every time we fucked. I am thankful that Sara had the sense to put me on the pill otherwise I might have had triplets. One night was particularly memorable. We had tickets to attend the ballet in Boston. I had a baby sitter come over for Stephanie since I might not be back until very late. We drove to the city and had an excellent dinner in a posh restaurant and then saw a performance of Swan Lake by the touring Royal Ballet. By the time that the ballet was over, it was quite late. Too late to return home. I called the baby sitter, an older lady, who agreed to stay over. Then we took a room at a downtown hotel near the ballet theater. Brian had ordered a bottle of champagne to be sent up to the room and we toasted each other than prepared ourselves for bed. We had no night clothes but the hotel conveniently provided a pair of terry cloth robes. I showered, undressed, put on the robe and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Brian to come out of the shower. As he came out, he dropped his wristwatch and got down on his knees to look for it. His eyes glanced upward taking in my almost nude body and slightly spread legs. From his kneeling position he sprang up and pushed me backward on the king sized bed. He threw himself on top of me. My legs spread wide as I fell and then closed around him, my thighs around his waist and my full calves pressing against his buttocks. Our heads almost collided saved only by lip to lip contact that merged into a long wet kiss. Brian slowly worked his body down mine, kissing my neck and the front of my throat. He paused at the valley between my breasts, breathing in the heady scent of my body and the perfume that I had thoughtfully applied. He turned his head sideways and managed to push the nipple of one breast into his mouth for a few sucks before continuing down my flat, slightly heaving belly. I lay quietly, reveling in the sensuous whole body contact. I knew where I was being taken and had the good sense to let Brian be the total master. I completely forgot that I was a man in a woman's body. Tonight I was all woman and I reveled in the feeling of sexual liberation. By this time Brian had moved down to my mound. I placed my hands lightly on his head to guide him to the right places. His head was between my legs and I tensed and relaxed my thigh muscles. Brian moved lower, gently licking the outer lips of my vagina. I spread the lips apart with my fingers giving him better access to the juicier parts inside. "That feels so very good, professor. Remember," I teased "I'm just a school girl. Eat my young pussy." Brian put his hands on my thighs and pulled them towards his head. I got the hint and held him captive with my strong legs. He intertwined his fingers with mine as we both manipulated my cunt lips. His tongue found my clitoris and he started licking. It was a wonderfully intimate moment. He and I were both holding hands as we caressed my cunt. As Brian sucked my clitoris my legs started involuntary shaking. We kept it up for almost half an hour approaching and receding from near climaxes. Finally I couldn't hold out any longer. I could feel my orgasm starting from my toes and working its way up my legs. They began to quiver, a sure sign. My muscles tightened and my legs became rigid. I pressed Brian's head into my cunt. What he was doing felt so wonderful, I couldn't resist telling him. The words just bubbled out. "Brian, I' going to cum. You are making me cum. Oh, yes. My cunt is on fire. I'm cumming. I'm cumming NOW. YES, YES! I'M CUMMING!" I heard myself shout as I thundered to a monumental orgasm. Brian hugged my still quivering body. "That was just the appetizer. I'm not done yet." He massaged my body, arms, breasts and torso. I hovered in a post orgasmic state, satisfied but wanting much more. As Brian manhandled me I grabbed his rigid cock and shoved it into my dripping hole. Again I wrapped my legs around his body, this time determined not to let him wriggle free. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck your student, Professor. Suck my big titties, make me cum again." The words were turning us both on. Brian had almost forgotten that I was his adoring student as well as his lover. My words seemed to give an illicit and perverse spice to our coupling. He began to move his hips, slowly at first, then faster and faster. My hips rose to meet his. His cock pistoned in and out of my well lubricated cunt. I could look between our bodies at every stroke and reveled in the vision of his cock plunging in and out of me. My breasts squeezed between our bodies. I reached up and pinched one of my nipples, tighter and tighter. The erotic pain heightened my ecstasy. Brian's entire consciousness was centered on his penis. Nothing mattered except fucking me. He stroked harder and faster, driving his full weight onto me each time. His arms gripped my ass, pulling me upward as his cock drove down. I could feel the prelude to his ejaculation. He couldn't hold it any longer. With a final mighty thrust he exploded sending streams of cum into my vagina. His body collapsed on top of me, his still hard cock in my cunt. I knew that Brian was about to climax well before it happened. We had been lovers long enough for me to recognize his telltale pre-orgasmic signs. I was determined to join him in a simultaneous orgasm. I tightened my legs around his body, squeezing my vagina to press his thrusting cock into direct contact with my swollen clitoris. I pinched even harder on my nipples. Within a very short time I could feel my body responding as it always did during my solitary sex play. I was on autopilot now rising higher and higher on waves of pleasure during each of Brian's strokes. My mind exhibited a strange dissociation from my body. It was if I was standing beside the bed watching Brian and myself make love. It was a true "out of body" experience. I could even critique my own responses even though I could do nothing to alter them. I watched my legs pressing down on Brian's back, pulling him into me. I watched the muscles of my thighs getting tight, my body shaking, my fingers squeezing my nipples until they almost burst. I could see the ripples of my breast flesh as I pulled on my tits. Finally the jolts of erotic pain from my breasts and pleasure from my cunt merged into a feeling of total ecstasy. I gasped in admiration at the sight of our bodies moving in synchronism, a perfectly choreographed orgasmic dance. Better than anything at the ballet. I watched myself fucking and simultaneously getting fucked. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I wanted to stay and look at this erotic pas de deux but I was building faster and faster towards my peak. I couldn't hold anything back. The first climax had just primed me for a violent explosion. "Damn," I thought, "I'm going to come before he does and there's nothing I can do about it." And cum I did. My physical being soared on waves of passion. I watched myself go totally out of control, clutching Brian's body, tensing and extending my legs, arching my back. I had a powerful, earth moving orgasm just before Brian's final thrust. It was one of the strongest and best orgasms I had ever experienced. We continued as lovers four or five times a week for the rest of the school year, sometimes at my home, sometimes at his, and once in a while in his office. During school vacations we made love almost constantly. I was no longer Steve or Mom. I was a woman in complete bliss. Then his appointment and work permit ran out and he had to return to his college in England. Before leaving, he proposed marriage to me. Given the peculiarities of my life, I simply couldn't accept. I'm sure it broke his heart and dented mine more than a little. *** Another unexpected sexual encounter was with Diane. Most colleges have spring breaks but they don't always coincide. Diane's college break was one week before Sara's break. Diane wasn't aware of the discrepancy and came over to the house to chat with Sara. I fondly remembered my encounter with Diane several years ago but I was in Sara's body at the time. She had a real crush on Sara which probably didn't extend to Sara's mom. Diane was a sweet bubbly girl. Intelligent but, except for her sexual proclivities, very innocent. You just wanted to scoop her in your arms and love her. I could see, as Sara had told me, that boys could take advantage of her very easily. She would believe anything they told her. I invited Diane in and offered her a soft drink. Then I asked her about college, what she was taking, what her plans were, and all that stuff that adults ask about but really don't want to know. While she was talking to me about college, I began to pose a bit. Not too suggestively but I made sure that she got a good look at my legs, butt and boobs. In clothes, of course. She sat on the couch and I had the chair in front of her. I stretched my long legs out and pretended to massage a sore muscle in my calf. I had both hands down rubbing my leg while Diane prattled on about her courses. The weather was hot so I was in very casual clothes at the time, shorts and a T shirt but no bra. As I rose to refresh our drinks, I smoothed my T shirt down, giving Diane a good view of the contours of my breasts. Diane could clearly see my nipples protruding from the front of the shirt. I crossed my legs as I sat down making sure Diane got a good view of my still firm thighs. I did everything I could to entice Diane short of saying "fuck me." Don't think that I was robbing the cradle here. Diane was over 21 and was clearly responsible for herself. By this time Diane was licking her lips and staring at me. The answers to my questions became monosyllabic. Whatever I was doing was having an effect. When I got up the next time, I made a slight grimace of pain and complained about doing too much at the gym. I mentioned that Sara told me that Diane had played on high school sports teams and asked her if she would massage my sore muscles just a bit. I knew that if I could convince Diane to get her hands on me it would just be a matter of time. Diane nodded. Yes she would give me a leg massage. I sat down on the couch next to her and raised my legs over her lap so that she could reach them easily. My legs are one of my best physical assets. They were still just about as nice as they were when Steve first looked at his nude Mommy. That was so long ago but thinking about it still turned me, Steve, on. Diane put her hands on my bare legs and started her massage. Her fingers felt delightful. First my calves, then she worked up my thighs. In a few minutes all the pretense of a massage was forgotten. Diane was simply feeling me up. Her fingers reached the edge of my shorts. "Does it hurt up higher?" she asked hesitatingly. "Oh yes, Diane. Let me get my shorts off and you can work out the real soreness." I rose to remove my shorts making sure that I rubbed my breast across her shoulders as I stood up. In case she didn't get the message, I bounced my tit off her arm as I sat back in position. I had my ass almost up to her legs. A bit further and I would be sitting in her lap. Diane seem hypnotized. She was fighting a battle between her sexual desires and the propriety of making love to her best friend's mom. Her fingers made the decision for her. They moved up my thigh, past the pants line toward my mound. Finally Diane gave up all pretense. She slipped her fingers under my panties and touched my pussy lips. "That helps a lot Diane. Don't be shy. Your touch feels so good." By this time Diane had one hand on my cunt, the other holding my ass. She squeezed my pubic region between her hands. It was delightful. The pressure drove her fingers into my cunt and she started moving them around. I lay back on the couch. As I did I hiked my T shirt up and my breasts spilled out. They were not as big as they had been when I was nursing but they were still quite big and now firmer and more shapely. I liked my breasts and I'm sure Diane did too. Without taking her fingers from my cunt she reached her other hand around and started feeling my tit. First just the broad slopes, then the areola and the nipple. The hook had been set. "Diane, we can get more comfortable if we go up to my bedroom. You can continue the massage there." I sat up and took her by the hand and led her up to my room. The king sized bed would give us plenty of space to continue the "massage." On the way up Diane spun me around and planted a big kiss on my lips. Her tongue pushed into my mouth. She tasted of peppermint. "I hope you don't mind," said Diane. How could I mind. Just a minute ago she had her fingers in my cunt and would almost certainly have them in my cunt again. I took off my panties and T shirt. "This will give you better access to my sore spots," I said. "And," I went on, "you should take off your clothes too. You don't want them to wrinkle. Diane agreed that this was a good idea and stripped down to the buff. Diane's body was much as I remembered it. She had matured a bit and lost some of her baby fat but she was growing increasingly voluptuous. She would be a real pleasure to sleep with. We both lay down together. Diane continued the massage where she left off. In a minute her fingers were back in my cunt and she was working them around. This time she put her mouth on my breast. She licked down to the nipple. Then the nipple went inside her soft lips and she sucked and sucked, all the time working the teat with her tongue. I put my arms around her body and held her close. I couldn't quite reach her cunt from my position but I palmed one of her breasts and ran my fingers back and forth on her nipple. The nipples became hard and enlarged to a surprising size. I thought my nipples were big. Erect they were the size of small acorns. But Diane's nipples were almost half again bigger. I just had to get my mouth on them. Diane was very skillful in her manipulations. Without meaning to I felt myself getting more and more aroused. Not yet, my mind commanded, but my body would have none of it. It had been so long since I had had decent sex. My body took over and literally forced me to a climax. I found myself shaking. My hips rose to meet Diane's hand. I tried to get one of Diane's nipples in my mouth but it was too late. My orgasm exploded unexpectedly as I squirmed and shuddered in Diane's embrace. Diane knew that she had given me a climax in the guise of a leg massage. "I'm sorry that I made you cum," she said. "Should I go home now?" "Don't be silly Diane. One climax is just the start. We can have many more together if you want to stay a while. Do you want to stay. We can have dinner together and you can sleep over." "That would be wonderful," said Diane. "I would like that a lot. But I'll have to call my mom and tell her that I'm sleeping over at Sara's house. Otherwise she will worry." Diane made the call and her mother approved. Apparently she didn't know about the staggering of spring breaks. We scrounged around the kitchen looking for a good evening meal. I had a pizza in the freezer. Diane thought would be more than satisfactory. Putting the pizza in the oven took almost half an hour because Diane kept grabbing my tits. She would turn me around by pulling on my boobs and then kiss me. When she wasn't doing that she would have her hand between my legs. I wasn't quite as demonstrative but there was hardly a part of her body that I didn't fondle. Eventually, though, the pizza got cooked. The pizza and a couple of glasses of wine were just the thing for a light meal. After dinner Diane and I adjourned to bed. We didn't want to waste a minute. I snuggled up to Diane and embraced her warm soft body. Knowing that she had given me a big orgasm that afternoon, she asked me if I was ready to make love so soon again. I held Diane closely and explained that I was multi orgasmic. I told her that I could cum over and over in a short time. Diane said that she wished that she could do the same but alas she was good for only a couple of times a night. Then Diane smiled. "But I can do it to you as many times as I want, right?" "Yes dear. You can do whatever you want to me. Whatever you do, I'm sure that I will love it." Diane put her hand on my mound. "Can I kiss you down here?" she asked. "You can kiss me anywhere you like. You can put your hands in me. You can pull my tits. You can shove your cunt in my mouth. My body, it's all yours tonight. Just promise that you will let me suck your nipple when you make me cum." "It's a deal," said Diane enthusiastically. I lay down on the bed and Diane crawled between my legs. Her hands worked on my thighs and she pulled her way up to my cunt. I felt her lips gently touching me. She sucked for a while, running her tongue around my clitoris. I was getting quite turned on. Diane raised her head and asked, "Would you like me to make you cum now?" "Yes, Diane. Please make me cum." Diane slithered up in bed and planted her soft lips on mine. She kissed and kissed, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I felt her hand explore my pussy. Her fingers moved inside, always working around. She found my "G" spot and stroked it with her middle finger. I could feel Diane shifting position on my body but her hand didn't miss a beat in my pussy. I tried to wrap her in my legs but she was too high up on my body. I always liked it when I could squeeze something between my legs when I came. Her hand was moving quicker and quicker. My body insisted that I cum soon. I tried to hold back but I couldn't. My mouth was forced open. Diane had shoved one of her big, big nipples in my mouth. She didn't forget. The nipple was huge and fleshy. It belonged in my mouth. It was too big for any baby. "Suck me, suck me while I make you cum. Suck me harder. Suck my tittie off!" Diane almost shouted. With Diane expertly working my cunt and her nipple in my mouth, my body couldn't hold out any longer. I had a furious climax. It was almost too much to bear. "Did you like that?" asked Diane. "I remembered what you said about putting my nipple in your mouth. Can I make you come again?" "In a few minutes Diane. I'm multi orgasmic, not inexhaustible. That climax was intense. I'll need to rest up for a while. In the meantime let me do something for you. Spread your legs dear and let me eat your pussy for a while." I remembered that Diane liked the 69 position. I gently moved her legs apart and lowered my mouth to her fragrant cunt. She had taken a bubble bath before coming over and smelled faintly of jasmine. My lips skirted over her mound and then concentrated on her soft pussy. I spread her cunt lips apart with my fingers and pushed my tongue as far into her vagina as I could. Then I sucked and tongued her pussy, circling around her sensitive clit. I pulled her legs toward my head and buried myself in her soft body. It was as I remembered from before except better. Diane had matured and knew how to make her legs give pleasure. It was so comfortable and sexy that I could have sucked her for hours. Diane had her own idea. She ran her hands up and down my legs, stroking toward the thighs. I always liked a leg massage and, while this one wasn't forceful, it was sure sexy. I spread my legs apart a bit to give Diane easier access to my inner thighs. But that wasn't Diane's idea at all. As soon as my thighs spread she pushed her head between them and latched on to my cunt. Her hands were around my ass, pulling her head further inward. And then she started sucking. She was really working the 69 position. And then I gave in. Diane was having her way with me and I had no choice but to let her do it. After all I had told her that she could do whatever she wanted with me and she had taken me at my word. Diane was raising me to another climax. A much more gentle one this time. And my sucking seemed to be having the same effect on her. We were building slowly, very slowly. We had the whole night ahead of us. We buried ourselves in each other's bodies for what seemed like hours. Diane drove me almost to a climax and then backed off. I did the same to her. I must confess that one time she pushed me over the limit and I came. I tried to be very quiet about my orgasm since I didn't want her to stop sucking me. I must have fallen asleep for a short time, my tongue buried in Diane's cunt Somewhere in the background I heard the grandfather clock in the living room strike midnight. Our night was half over. I needed to cum once again and I wanted to make Diane cum. I started sucking her a bit harder, my tongue circling her clit. I felt Diane's thighs compress around my head. Then they started vibrating a bit. In turn Diane increased her attentions to my clit. This time we wanted and needed to make each other cum. When I felt Diane's clit engorge I gently chewed around the pussy lips and then gravitated directly to her clitoris. I sucked and tongued it like I was giving a blow job to a tiny prick. Diane's hips started to move in time to my sucking. Her leg motions began to get stronger. She squeezed my head between her strong thighs. The contractions almost pulled my mouth away from her cunt. I wrapped my arms around her ass and pulled her toward me as strongly as I could. At the same time Diane was working her magic on me. She made my clit feel the size of a beach ball and every inch of it was super sensitive. Then Diane took the entire beach ball into her mouth and engulfed it in her body. She chewed me and sucked me and drove my body to the heights of ecstasy. My thighs clamped on her head while her thighs squeezed me. We both screamed "I'm cumming!" at exactly the same time. Even after the simultaneous climax Diane and I continued to suck each other, almost by reflex, and we forced each other to a second smaller climax. It was wonderful. *** The next morning Diane came into the kitchen as I was frying some eggs. She had a crestfallen, guilty look and almost seemed ready to cry. "I'm so sorry for what happened last night," she said. "I didn't mean to but I just couldn't stop myself. Please don't think too badly of me. I won't let it happen again." I realized in an instant that Diane believed that she had seduced me and was entirely responsible for yesterday's lesbian encounter. What could I say to make it right? "Diane, sit down and have a cup of fresh brewed coffee. Nothing happened that we didn't both want to have happen. It was a lovely experience and certainly no one's fault. You are a wonderful person and I would do it again in an instant. Our lovemaking was like a breath of fresh air." "But you must think that I am so perverted. Is there any way I can make it right?" "Diane, you didn't seduce me last night. We did it to each other, and I'm glad. I sincerely wanted what happened last night. You couldn't resist me any more than I could resist you. Now let's get up and take showers and see about getting you off to college." We washed each other in Mom's big shower. It was reminiscent of our encounter in the gym shower except this time she didn't grope my breasts. We dried each other off, then sat down for another cup of coffee. Perhaps it wasn't breakfast table conversation but I asked, "How long have you known that you were a lesbian, Diane?" "About three years," she said. "I decided that when my high school boyfriend screwed me over. Men are such bastards." "Well, did you decide to become a lesbian because you didn't like ordinary fucking or because women turned you on more? Answer me honestly now." "Oh, I liked having a hard cock in my cunt well enough. In fact maybe more than well enough. It's just that after men cum they don't give a damn about you. I would love to find a real woman that could fuck me like a man." "Don't give up hope Diane. Not all men are like that. My son, Steve, for example is a good guy. So was my late husband. Just keep looking and keep yourself open to new experiences. If you can't find what you are looking for, come back here for a weekend and we can discuss it in greater depth." I'm sure she got the hidden implication but she didn't flinch. "Now, it's time for you to go home so you can pack." I saw Diane to the door. Kissed her on the lips and then watched her drive away. *** With Sara away at college and our finances assured, I had plenty of time to pursue myself education via the internet. I suppose I could have actually gone to college but I was discouraged for two reasons. First, I hated to have to take exams and follow a prescribed course outline. Second, my chance of finding as good a lover as I did when I audited classes at Sara's college was almost minimal. Every time I thought of him, my cunt twitched even though I was a guy inside. One day while surfing on the internet, I found a reference to body swaps. It was a rare phenomenon that had only recently been studied. Apparently it was an even rarer offshoot of multiple personality syndrome. You know what I mean. Multiple personality syndrome is seldom, if ever seen, by psychiatrists and psychologists but it seems to be a staple of fiction writers. "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" and the "Three Faces of Eve" are the first examples that come to mind. In most cases of multiple personality all the personalities exist in the same body, each one taking over in turn as the situation permits. But in body swapping or personality swapping the two personalities exist in different bodies and can switch places under unusual circumstances. It has only been in the last two or three years that those circumstances have been explored. Three articles in respected medical journals confirmed the findings. First, the two people have to share similar DNA. This means that swapping can only occur within members of the same family. That's the case with me and Sara or Mom and Aunt Amy. Second, psychic pressures have to build up over time. There can't be any significant release of emotional tension before the swap. I guess that's the explanation for the requirement that the person who initiates the swap can't have an orgasm for at least a day before swapping. But the last factor was the most interesting. An orgasm is not absolutely necessary. Given the right circumstances, any overwhelming emotional release can trigger the swap. It just has to be sufficient to completely dominate your consciousness. An orgasm is the most common stimulus, but a loud unexpected explosion triggering off a startle reflex would work as well. Further, switching was such a delicate process that it could be inhibited or blocked by simple medicines specific to each trigger stimulus. Ordinary aspirin would stop switching by orgasm while B complex vitamins would inhibit switching by the startle reflex. It had to do with slight changes in the blood chemistry. The reason I couldn't switch when I was pregnant was that the hormones flooding my system altered my blood chemistry enough to prevent the body swap. That was mind blowing. Theoretically it would be possible to initiate a swap by a firecracker. A totally unexpected firecracker explosion had the advantage that you didn't even have to think about swapping or push the wedge. It would happen automatically. Thank goodness that so few people had the swapping capability or traffic would be chaos every time a car backfired. I had to share this information with Sara the next time she came home. But how to test it. The only people I knew that I could switch with were Mom, Aunt Amy, and Sara. I had no idea where the first two were so that left only Sara. I knew that we could do it with an orgasm. We had done it many times before. But for this test the startle reflex was the easiest way to get the overwhelming response that I needed. A week before Sara's next visit home, I scrounged up a few M80 firecrackers and a battery operated firing mechanism. I tried a couple first to make sure that they would work. They always did. The noise was very loud. Then I placed one M80 firecracker behind the living room couch and buried the trigger switch in the crack between the cushions. Sara came home on schedule full of all the recent gossip about her college. She had applied for an internship at a large magazine publishing house. They put out a variety of different magazines, technical magazines, news magazines and one of the dominant fashion magazines in the industry. Julia, one of Sara's college classmates and my former high school lab partner, was applying for another internship at the same firm. We had a good dinner, a glass of wine, and then sat down on the couch to watch a rented movie. I put my left arm around Sara and hugged her close. My hand went directly to her left breast and I felt the soft flesh beneath her sweater. Sara was certainly a growing girl. She put her hand over mine and smiled anticipating an evening of mild sex play. My other hand groped for and found the trigger button of the firing mechanism. I pressed the button. BANG. The sound of the explosion filled the room. Sara jumped - and the next thing I knew Mom's hand was on my breast squeezing my nipple. "What have you done?" Sara screamed. "Why am I in Mom's body? I didn't want to switch today. How can I get back to myself?" She was distraught to the point of tears. I put my hands around her face, held her close, and kissed her full on the lips. This always calmed her down. It worked this time but very slowly. I laid Mom down on the couch and started running my hands up and down her body, trying to distract her with erotic sensation. I massaged her breasts and rubbed her cunt through her clothes. I wanted to get her sexually aroused enough to welcome the switch for a while but I didn't want to give her an actual orgasm. Who knew where that would lead? When Sara calmed down I showed her the downloads of the medical journal articles. She was fascinated by this new insight into our family condition. If we could ever find Mom and Aunt Amy the knowledge might prove valuable. But since we had no idea where they were, the point was moot. I promised Sara that we could switch back tomorrow in our traditional manner. No firecracker, just a lot of sex. In the meantime she could enjoy Mom's body again. "No problem," said Sara. "Where did you put the Sybian?" She anticipated a real party with herself. Sara confessed that her sex life at college was not too satisfactory. "So many of the guys are gay and all that most of the straight ones want to do is run up a score by seeing how many girls they can fuck in a semester. It's like a contest. If the guy can get a girl pregnant, he is a real winner. What I most miss is someone like you Steve." "But," Sara went on, "maybe I can come enough times on the Sybian that I can do without sex until I graduate. That's only two months away. In Mom's body I should be able to fuck myself all night. I love sex in Mom's body. I can have all of those wonderful sensations, over and over, without any of the consequences. But Steve, how do you feel about it. Don't you miss not having a penis. When I was in your body, I loved your penis." "I still miss not having a cock, Sara. I always have hope of finding Mom and switching back. But I've been in Mom's body for almost six years now and I've sort of gotten used to it. The first time I was in it I was excited to have tits and a cunt. I could feel all the sex pleasures I was missing out on by being a man. Mom showed me that you could have fun with her body in so many ways. I really enjoyed playing with my cunt. I could finger fuck myself, use a vibrator, and even ride the Sybian. There way so many ways that I could have an orgasm that for a while I didn't miss being a man. I even enjoyed having a man fuck me." Sara opened her eyes at that. "Where did you find a man to fuck you?" "I didn't tell you about that Sara. He was my physics professor when I audited a course at your college. I teased him by crossing and uncrossing my legs in class, then I gave him a good look at my cleavage. Mom does have great legs and boobs doesn't she? Anyway he asked me to come to his office for counseling and then he raped me. Well it wasn't really rape. I sort of seduced him into doing it. He had a great cock and he knew how to use it. If I ever get back to being Steve I'll remember some of his techniques. We fucked like rabbits for the rest of the year until he had to return to England." "But didn't you hate being pregnant?" "I was plenty scared at first but thankfully you helped me get through it. I didn't like giving birth but I don't regret it. Stephanie is a wonderful child. But being able to suck milk out of Mom's tits sort of made up for the pain of childbirth. I still miss those milky boobs. If I could find a way to get milk in my breasts now without having a baby, I would do it in a minute." "What else do you like about being in Mom's body?" "Of course I love playing with Mom's cunt and I adore my legs. I can almost cum when I see them in the mirror after a shower. They turn me on just like they turned my professor on. I could rule the male world with these legs. When you make love to them it's almost as good as sucking my clitoris. But I guess I'm avoiding the main reason that I enjoy Mom's body. It's the fact that she can cum over and over again. I can have sex without stopping. It makes owning a Sybian totally worthwhile. But being multi orgasmic is a blessing and a curse. When Mom is having one of her "urges" I have to give myself continuous orgasms. Sometimes I'm so tired that I can hardly put my finger in my cunt but I'm driven to do it. The last time Mom had an "urge" over a year ago I fucked myself so often that I fell asleep in the middle of having a climax. The irony is that I dreamt about giving myself orgasms all night." "You poor dear," said Sara. "I never knew that being Mom was so hard. I enjoy Mom's body because I can cum more times than in my own body. At first I felt guilty because it was our Mom and I didn't feel right masturbating my mother. But after a while the joy of having almost unlimited sex changed my attitude. After she left us I began to think of Mom's body in the third person, a magical sex toy, to be used fully and then given back to you." "I want to have sex as Mom now because I need a few really good climaxes without having to be nice to guys to get them. But you've got to promise me two things. Don't let me hurt Mom's body by having too many orgasms too fast. If I start frothing at the mouth, get me off the machine. We don't want to have her collapse of overwork. Judging by appearances she has at least twenty good years left and I intend to use her fully." "Thanks Sara, I needed that. So you intend to fuck our Mommy for twenty years and then leave her used up body for me?" "Don't put it that way Steve. I want us to share Mom's body. It's a gift for both of us. Being able to switch can be convenient, not just for sex. How about after I have babies. We could switch and I could go out for a nice dinner with my husband while you could suck the milk out of my full boobies. And I'm sure I could get my husband to fuck both of us. Maybe both at the same time. I think we would like that. And there's always the chance that we could locate Mom and you could switch back to the way you were. If we did that you could even be the father of my babies and suck the milk direct from the source." "OK, you've almost talked me into it. Is there anything else you want me to do before you ride the Sybian?" "There is one thing. You have got to promise me not to have an orgasm yourself until we switch back tomorrow morning. I've got to get back to school for an important final exam." "I guess I owe you one. That firecracker was a pretty mean trick. Now let's have a drink and I'll go get the Sybian. But don't forget, I get to hold and play with your tits while you are having a climax." "It's a deal big brother. You can suck but don't fuck. And remember, the last time I rode the Sybian in Mom's body I discovered that I liked to torture my tits. The pain made them feel so good. When I started cumming the pain added even more excitement and I really came hard. I know it's kinky, but I remember you told me that sometimes Mom liked to hurt herself. It must be a part of her mixed up psyche. I enjoy sex pain when I'm in Mom's body but not when I am Sara. But I promise that I won't be sticking any needles in my tits. So you've got to let me torture my boobies even though it looks like I'm hurting myself. You can even help me. Just don't let me get so carried away that I actually draw blood or bite the nipples off." We placed the Sybian on the rug in front of Mom's big mirror. It's surprising how much of a sex aid a mirror can be. I arranged a light to illuminate the scene, sort of like a stage spotlight, and put a few pillows around the Sybian in case Sara needed to rest between climaxes. It was very organized. By this time there was no hiding the fact that the Sybian was just was a tireless cock for the cockless. It had no redeeming social value other than as a pure unadulterated sex toy. Sara couldn't wait to use it. I poured a glass of wine for Sara and stood her in front of the mirror, then slowly started to remove her clothes. I always enjoyed undressing Mom's body. It was a sight to behold, one of the seven wonders of the orgiastic world. I had dressed myself in the morning anticipating that if the switch worked I, in Sara's body, would be removing the clothes in the evening. Everything buttoned in front and was easy to reach. I started with her blouse. When it came off it revealed her lacy bra with the front latch. Just a snap and Mom's magnificent tits swung free. They quivered for a few seconds before coming to rest. Sara took a sip of her wine, legs spread lightly apart, admiring Mom's bare busted body in the mirror. She kicked off her sandals. All that was left was her short skirt and panties. I undid the button in the front, hooked my thumbs in the elastic and pulled down skirt and panties together. There she was, our Mom, a statue of Venus come to life. Sara turned and posed in front of the mirror, admiring the body she now inhabited. She was lovely, sexy, and a treasure trove of carnal delights. Like Dorian Gray in the Oscar Wilde novel, she never seemed to age. Sara appreciated the sight as much as I. With the last of her wine she toasted the figure in the mirror. Then she turned to me, handed me the empty glass, and said, "OK big brother. Let the orgy begin." Sara lowered herself gently on the lubricated rubber penis protruding from the Sybian. She turned the vibrate knob about a quarter of the way clockwise and the machine started humming. This was one of the lower settings, basically just like a strong vibrator massage. Sara had almost full control of herself even though I could see Mom's nipples start to enlarge from the pleasure and her thighs tightly gripped the machine. "Steve," she said softly, "sit next to me and hold me. I want to make believe that it is you fucking me instead of the machine. Make love to me. I really want it. Do it right away before I lose control." I sat next to her and put my arms around her body and hugged her close. I could feel the vibrations from the Sybian. I shifted to the front of the machine. My hands massaged her firm thighs. She put her hands on my shoulders to keep her balance, then extended her legs and put them on mine. I was straddling the base of the Sybian facing Sara. She, Mom, was sitting full on the machine, the rubber penis in her cunt, her entire weight resting on the vibrating area. This must have increased the sensation a lot since she was no longer kneeling to support her body. "Love my legs, Steve. I don't know how long I can sit like this without cumming. It feels so intense. Love me, stroke my long, sexy, wish I could wrap around you, legs." I ran my hands up her calves and thighs, playing with her beautiful strong flesh, Then I slid my fingers under her body to the vibrating penis massaging her cunt. My shaking fingers pressed into her pussy. Mom's legs started to shake and then got rigid, every muscle tense. They were hard, beautiful pieces of living sculpture. "I can't hold it any longer, Steve. I'm cumming!" I felt her pussy tighten, pulse and a gush of Mom's juices covered my fingers. Her legs were still extended over mine. I moved my own legs out from under hers. She put her hands on her knees to keep in position as I started kissing Mom's legs from ankle to crotch. Mom/Sara pleaded, "Can I cum again before you stop loving my legs? Please, I want to cum again." I reached out and turned the control to the halfway position. It took only a few seconds before she almost shouted "I'm going to cum again. I'm cumming! Thank you Steve." I returned to my position in front of the Sybian and slid my legs under Mom's legs again. I reached forward and touched Mom's nipples. They were engorged and hard, as large as I had ever felt them. I pulled the breasts forward. I had my hands near the base of each boob, leaving the front end free. Pulling her breasts forward and helped her keep her balance on the throbbing machine. "Sara, work over your tits while I hold them. Squeeze them as hard as you want. I want to see the bruise marks on Mom's boobs after you leave. Make the nipples hurt so much that I won't have to bite them when I suck you. Mom likes her nipples to hurt." Sara grasped the control and turned it full on. She gasped and bucked at the new sensation. Then she put her hands around the front of each breast and squeezed as hard as she could. I saw the fingers dig into the flesh, Mom would definitely have bruises in the morning. She pinched her nipples until they were cherry red. She gave one final convulsion as she had a major orgasm and I truly thought that the nipples would burst or blood would come out the ends. For safety's sake I thought that it was about time to stop the nipple torture. I would be wearing those breasts again after tomorrow. While I didn't mind sore titties, I wanted to keep them in one piece. I put Mom's legs back in the normal kneeling position for riding a Sybian. Then pried the control from Sara's hand and turned the vibrate knob back to the halfway position. Mom's body sat limply on the machine, tensing up every few minutes as she murmured "I'm cumming, I'm cumming." I watched her enjoy herself for about half an hour. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were glazed. She was so immersed in the sensations that she hardly moved except for her frequent climactic spasms. By actual count she had ten orgasms in that half hour, one every three minutes, just like clockwork. Her thighs tensed, her body shook, and she moaned. She was lost in the ecstasy of carnal pleasure. Finally I knew that I had to get her off the machine or she would be too sexually exhausted to go back to school in the morning. After we switched it would be me that was physically tired, but Sara would have cum so many times that her brain would be mush. It would be a wonder that she could walk, let alone do well on a final exam. In reaching over her body to get the controller, I brushed against one of her dangling boobs' I hadn't had the chance to play with them while she was on the Sybian so why not now. A few minutes more of pleasure wouldn't hurt her. I raised one dangling breast to my mouth and tongued the nipple. It was big and hot. I sucked and it expanded still further into my mouth. I could feel the Sybian vibrations all the way from Mom's cunt to her tits. The nipple was delicious but seemed very swollen. Sara had squeezed Mom's titties so hard that the nipples had indeed almost burst. I better get her to bed and rub some soothing lotion over her mangled tits. It took just a moment to turn the machine off and get Mom to her feet. Fortunately her bed was just a few steps away. I put her on the bed. Then I bathed her breasts with an antiseptic lotion and put a cool compress on her swollen cunt. She needed it. I lay down beside her and we both fell into an exhausted sleep. I slept until midmorning the next day. I glanced at the clock on the night stand and saw that it was after 10 a.m. The whole room smelled funky, a combination of stale sex odors and unwashed clothes. I glanced around. The room was in a general state of disarray. We had neglected to clean up the Sybian or put the towels laden with sex juices in the hamper. I, or rather Mom, had a chore ahead of herself. More important was the fact that we had to make a switch quickly or that Sara would miss her final exam. But Sara, as Mom, was still comatose. I pulled back the thin sheet and looked her over. It was an odd feeling examining myself for signs of damage. The tits were badly bruised and the nipples were still swollen but there seemed no sign of permanent injury. They would be very sore for a few days. As far as I could tell Mom's cunt seemed OK. Still I doubt that, after we switched back, I would use my body for much solo sex play for the remainder of the week. But I had to switch soon. Sara, in Mom's body, still sleeping beside me wouldn't be much help. I started by feeling myself all over, getting reacquainted with my sister. My breasts were, indeed, getting much bigger. I could almost wear a D cup bra now. My belly and abdomen were still as tight as they were when I was a young teen. I let my hands drift lower. My cunt was in good shape. I got a little twinge of pleasure as I ran my exploring fingers over the clitoris. It protruded a bit further than my own and I didn't expect to touch it so quickly. I wet my forefinger and ran it into Sara's vagina. It gripped my finger tightly. If I, as Steve, ever got my penis back, I would love it. I started by caressing Sara's breasts. They were bigger but still as sensitive as I remembered. I reached my hands up and rolled both nipples gently between thumb and forefinger. When the nipples got big enough I held my right breast in my right hand and ran my left forefinger around the base of the nipple, then started stroking toward the tip. I was beginning to feel very stimulated. I opened the fingers of my left hand like a fan and ran them back and forth over the turgid nipple. I could feel little jolts of pleasure as each finger hit the nipple in turn. Sara had extremely responsive breasts. She, and whomever she decides to fuck, should enjoy them in years to come just as I was enjoying them now. I couldn't get over how womanly Sara had become in the last four years. She was just a girl when she went away to college and now she had breasts and a figure to rival Mom. I remembered the first time I realized that I wanted to fuck my Mommy. It seemed so long ago. Sara was now the same woman but without all of Mom's hang ups. I loved her deeply, not only for her totally sexual body but for the wonderful person she was. Still fanning my nipple with my left hand I moved my now unoccupied right hand down my belly to my mound and rubbed it almost in synchrony with my left. I let my fingers slide down to my pussy and ran them around the dry lips. I needed more lubrication so I slowly moved my lips apart and thrust two fingers directly into my vagina. It was nicely wet and slippery inside. I moved them back and forth a bit. Now that felt really good. So good that I abandoned my breast and moved my other hand to my pussy. I worked my fingers around the lips and then started gently rolling my protruding clit. I shut my eyes and fantasized that I was being fucked by a massive prick. It started by being that of my college lover and then morphed into Steve's prick. How I wanted that in my cunt! I could feel the rising sexual tension over my entire body, the empty feeling that had to be filled, the tightness, the longing. My legs no longer responded to my will and began their pre orgasmic dance. I was going to cum sooner than I expected. To switch I had to be in contact with Mom's body but she was asleep on the other side of the bed. Without removing my hands from my cunt I managed to roll over and flop my head on her belly just before I came. I pushed the wedge during the height of my orgasm. Sara's head was on my stomach, my tits hurt, and the room smelled like a brothel. It must have been quite a night. I was in a daze but I helped Sara get up, shower and dress. She made a simple breakfast for us, just coffee and a slice of toast, and then rushed for her car. If she had no traffic delay she should make it back to college in time for the exam. I returned to the bedroom and looked around. It was a mess. I had a lot of cleaning up to do. But it could all wait a few more hours. I flopped down on the bed and shut my eyes. *** The cleanup of my funky bedroom took the better part of the afternoon. Just cleaning all the cunt juices off the Sybian required almost an hour of wiping with dampened paper towels. I washed the sheets and bathroom towels and even the throw rug that I had placed under the machine. Who would have thought that a few orgasms could produce such a mess? And indeed, while there was no real damage, my black and blue boobs hurt too much to do anything strenuous with them for almost a week. It took almost three days of recuperation before I could even lick the nipples without wincing. Julia's interview with the publisher in New York was two weeks before Sara's date. They were not in competition. Julia was applying for an internship on a trade magazine directed at the computer industry while Sara wanted to work on a general news magazine. Julia was under no illusions. In her typical fashion, she deduced that the internships offered by the publisher were just one step short of a confidence game racket. Julia told Sara that the interns received no salary yet were expected to work as hard as paid employees. They had no guarantees of a job offer when they finished their internship. They received none of the benefits of full time employees, no medical care, no paid vacations, in fact no vacations at all. In return for all the free labor offered to the publisher, they were simply given the opportunity to gain experience. It saved the publisher, Julia calculated, about $60,000 a year for each intern. And, of course it cost the intern another $20,000 a year for room and board in New York. Not a good deal at all. To sweeten the pot and hide the costs of living in New York, the publisher housed the intern wannabees for a couple of days in a luxury hotel suite of rooms on the Upper East side that they maintained for visiting dignitaries. The company wined and dined the prospective interns until they signed the contract. Julia was so disenchanted with the offer that she left for home midway through the one week interview period. But she came back with one piece of interesting news that made Sara's ears perk up. Just before she left, while she was being escorted from one executive office to another, she almost bumped into Steve walking down the hall with an attractive mature lady. He looked just the same as she remembered, a couple of years older, of course. At first she wasn't sure but then she noticed the small mole behind Steve's ear. She remembered every inch of his body from their sessions at the beach house and she was sure it was Steve. But apparently he didn't recognize her. No surprise to me since Mom, now in Steve's body, did not know Julia. "Who were those people?" she asked the escort. The escort, a young editor of the fashion magazine, said that the woman was a European fashion expert and the young man was her assistant. They were scheduled to give a series of lectures about current foreign trends to the fashion magazine staff. They had just arrived and would be living for the next week in the luxury suite. That is, after the internship candidates were hustled out into less luxurious quarters. Sara called me immediately. This was our first clue to the whereabouts of Mom and Steve. If we wanted to get Steve's body back, we had to act fast. But how to do it? We knew where they would be for the next few days. New York was half a day's drive away. The only one who knew the details of where they would lecture and where they would stay was Julia. Sara drove home, bringing Julia with her. I hadn't seen Julia in several years and she had matured nicely. Basically she was still the lab partner that I remembered fondly but she had filled out. The hints of curves had become real curves. She was still athletic but now had the shape of an Olympic swimmer or ice skater instead of a track star. Her long hair was an auburn brown, verging on red, that she kept tied back in a ponytail. The only thing that remained the same was her personality. She was still both intensely curious and totally logical, almost to the point of being asocial. If she wanted to experience something or find out something, she did it. Regardless of the consequences. I remembered how, years ago, she had simply grabbed my cock and balls to inspect them while we were skinny dipping. No excuses and no apologies either. Sara had to tell her the full story - well not all the full story - just that Mom and Steve had switched bodies and the only way to get Steve back was to perform a reverse switch. Of course Julia thought we were joking until I showed her the reprints of the medical articles. To convince her that I was Steve's persona in Mom's body I had to tell her something that only she and I knew. I reminded her both about our first visit to the beach house and about our erogenous zone mapping experiment. The clincher was when she asked what color her earlobes were painted and I told her "none." Earlobes weren't one of Julia's erogenous zones. Julia told us both about the lecture hall at the publishing house and about the luxury apartment that Aunt Amy and Steve would be staying in. Best of all, Julia said that she still had the key. She left in such a hurry that she hadn't turned it in. We talked about ways of getting Steve's body alone, ways that wouldn't alert Mom to the treat of an imminent body swap. In fact since Mom and Aunt Amy switched back and forth so frequently, we weren't even who would be in Steve's body at any time. Not that it made any real difference. I would switch with whomever was in Steve's body and let the two of them sort it out later. I remembered some of Mom's parting words from so long ago. "Your body is going to help us have the best of both worlds, a mature person to talk to during the day and a young stud to fuck us at night. It's every woman's dream." As we discussed possible plans, Julia seemed to get caught up in the challenge. Not because it represented the life changing event that if would for Sara and me but because it represented a puzzle that she could help solve. This is how we thought we could do it. We would go to New York and try to sneak in the apartment where Aunt Amy and Mom were sleeping. Somehow we would try to get them sedated, perhaps by putting sleeping pills in their food or drink. When they fell asleep I would get close to Mom, try to give myself a climax, and switch myself back to Steve's body. Then Sara and Julia would hustle me out of the apartment and we would hurry back home. It was an unlikely scenario at best but it was the only one we could come up with. It all hinged on making sure Mom was in Steve's body and sedating the two of them. Most important, I had to be able to make myself cum under the most unlikely circumstances. We left Stephanie with a neighbor who had been our occasional baby sitter, assuring her that we would return in a few days. Then the three of us drove to New York and rented a small suite of rooms in a modest hotel near the apartment. When we unpacked we discovered that we had left Sara's vibrator, a vital piece of our equipment at home. I wasn't sure that I could make myself orgasm without a little mechanical assist. In fact if I'd thought about it, I should have packed the Sybian. *** The next morning, while Sara went out shopping for a new vibrator and whatever any other sex assists I might need, Julia made two phone calls. The first call was to the luxury hotel apartment. She got the apartment telephone operator on the phone and asked "Can you connect me with Amy Esteridge? She should be staying in the Atlas Publishing apartment." Esteridge was the maiden name of both Mom and Aunt Amy and was the one the publishing house put in the lecture announcement. "I'm sorry," the operator replied, "Both Ms. Esteridge and her assistant left earlier this morning. Do you want to leave a message?" Julia said she would call back later and hung up. The second call was to the young fashion editor she had befriended. After a little small talk Julia asked "When will the Amy Esteridge lecture take place? Is there any chance of getting a seat?" The editor told Julia that the lecture would be on Thursday, until then Ms. Esteridge and her assistant would be meeting with publishing executives and representatives of the fashion industry. Her schedule would be pretty chaotic. As far as a seat went, there would probably be cancellations and she would try to get Julia in. Today was Tuesday. We had 48 hours until the change date. The call solved one problem. If it was a lecture and question session with fashion editors, Aunt Amy would almost certainly be giving the lecture. As Aunt Amy said, Mom had no fashion sense whatever. So Mom would definitely be in Steve's body. We had to isolate him while the lecture was going on and make the switch. We still had to work out the details but the timing was more certain. Sara returned from her trip to the sleazy porn shops on Broadway with a shopping bag full of goodies. Most important, she had a small selection of vibrators. One shaped like an egg fitted all the way inside the vagina which, with a new set of batteries, was guaranteed to run for at least 24 hours. Another was a conventional penis shaped vibrator, a third was one that strapped right over the clitoris and provided direct and immediate stimulation. The switch and battery were contained in a small flashlight sized pack. When these were spread on the table, Julia stared at them in astonishment, then picked each up in turn and examined it closely. She flicked the switch of each to feel it vibrate. Sara also bought a pair of handcuffs, apparently a staple of sex shops. She had a couple of other things in the bag which she did not immediately show me. Julia, ever the scientist, said to me "Time is critical here. We may have very little uninterrupted time alone with Steve. You should do a little experiment with these vibrators to see which gives you the fastest orgasm. If we start now you can run the test and still have a full 24 hours to rest up before Friday." "That's a great idea Julia. Maybe I can get some help from you and Sara. We can start right now if you want." Naturally I had a hidden agenda. This might be the last time I would be able to enjoy the pleasures of Mom's body. I was also curious to see if Julia could retain her cool demeanor while she watched me writhing and quivering to an orgasm, or knowing Mom's body, to several orgasms. I knew that Sara also wanted to play around with Mom's tits, cunt, and legs in what could be a farewell fuck. We had at least 24 hours to fuck Mom before I had to get serious and abstain from sex. In a way I was glad that the girls would take over and run Mom's body through its last orgy. Ever since I first thought of fucking my Mommy, I had been actively pleasuring myself. I had masturbated by one means or another to nearly six years of almost continuous climaxes, punctuated, of course by occasional assistance from Professor Milner, Sara, and Diane. It wasn't that I was bored with orgasms. I loved having them. But I was tired of "doing" myself, of fucking Mommy from the inside. I wanted to lie passive and simply have someone fuck me from the outside. "I'm going to take a shower," I said. "I'll wait in the bedroom while you girls decide the experimental protocol. Julia, I know that you will take careful notes just the way we did as lab partners. And Sara, make sure I have the same level of excitement before you try the different vibrators. "I am sure that you know how to fit them in my cunt correctly. And Julia, if you think I'm not hot enough for each trial, my tits are very sensitive and a little tit play or sucking will adjust my arousal level. God, that sounds so clinical. After you get the information you want, just have fun and use me in whatever way you want. I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever you do. We have a whole day ahead of us." I took my shower, paying special attention to my tits and cunt. I dried myself then sprayed a little perfume under and between my breasts and on my pubic area. Not much perfume, just enough to give a suspicion of scent. It was almost noon. The bedroom would be brightly illuminated. I looked in the bathroom mirror and examined Mom's body close up. I had nothing to ashamed of. In fact I looked damn good and very sexy. Julia and Sara should have fun. I wrapped a bath towel around myself and slipped quietly into the bedroom. Sara and Julia were still sitting at the table making notes on a large sheet of paper. I lay in the bedroom with a light sheet over me for about five minutes when the two girls came. Julia spoke first. "We decided that you should try each vibrator to find the one that gives you the fastest climax. If all goes well that's three orgasms. Are you up to it?" "I don't know Julia. But we can give it a try. Which are you going to try first?" Sara answered this time. "We thought we should start with the egg shaped one. That might take the longest, but we really don't know. Then the one that's shaped like a prick. I know that will work on you. It's like the one I have at home." Julia stared at her and Sara blushed. "Then we will use the one that fits over the clit. Tell us the moment you climax and we will record the time." I removed the sheet and lay back on the bed, my legs and arms spread apart. Julia, ever the scientist said "I think that you should get a bit hot before we start. Otherwise the initial conditions won't be the same. Do you want to do it for yourself or should we do it for you?" "Why don't you girls do it for me? Then you can get me the same level for each vibrator." Julia turned to Sara. "Where do we start? She's your Mom. I've never made love to a woman before." Sara answered just as if I wasn't there. "Well, she likes her legs massaged. That usually starts her off. Then a bit of tit play. We can stroke her tits and pull on them a bit. When the nipples erect you can take them in your mouth and suck them. After a while she will start squirming on the bed. When that happens, you can put your hand on her cunt. She should get wet easily. "You can move your fingers around her lips and then put a couple inside. Move them in and out. She really likes to have her G spot rubbed. It's on the front inside wall of her vagina. If you can find that she will start raising and lowering her hips as if she was being fucked. Then you can work on her clitoris. Roll it lightly between your thumb and forefinger with one hand while you keep finger fucking her with the other. Just before the end, her whole body starts to quiver and her legs start shaking. Then her legs get rigid, she spasms, and she will cum. That's just about it for ordinary orgasms. She can do it to herself but, if she has the chance, she really would like someone to do it for her." Sara had my sexual proclivities mapped out pretty well it seems. She was a good teacher for Julia. Julia was taking copious notes, just like I remembered her doing in class. "OK, I've got that. Let's start." Julia put her notepad down and moved to the foot of the bed. She put her hands on my leg, first tentatively then with more assurance. "These are nice legs," she said. "I'll bet your mom enjoys this." She stroked up and down both legs. In the middle of the massage she leaned over and kissed my legs. She seemed especially attracted to my calves and the inside of my thighs and went back to fondle and even kiss them over and over again. It was hard for me to remain passive but I wanted the girls to explore their playground without adult interference. In the meantime Sara worked on my tits. Knowing how badly they were damaged just a couple of weeks earlier, she was very gentle. More gentle in fact than I liked. If this was going to be my last hurrah in Mom's body, I wanted to go out with a bang. But we had plenty of time yet. She tongued the sensitive ends and played with the erect nipples. "Would you like to suck them yourself, Mom?", she asked. "No dear, you are doing fine," I answered. I noticed that my body was beginning to writhe and squirm under the girl's ministrations. "I think she is ready for the first trial," said Sara. Put it in Julia. Julia took the egg shaped vibrator and licked it all over. Then she turned on and tried to insert it in my cunt. "I think it's too big." she said. "I'll help you," said Sara. "Mom's cunt can take a lot. She has had three babies." Sara held my cunt lips apart while Julia put the vibrator in place. "Her cunt is getting so wet," said Julia. "I know," said Sara, "after we finish the experiment you should try sucking her. She has the sweetest tasting cunt juices in the world." Sara pushed and the vibrating egg slipped into my vagina with only the extraction string sticking out. "Start timing Julia. Let's see how long it takes before she cums." I could feel the vibrations in my cunt. They were pleasant but they didn't have the intensity of Sara's vibrator. It would probably make me have an orgasm but it would take too long. Still, it would definitely keep me just on the edge of cumming. It might be nice to have inside on a long boring car ride or on a train commute. It would be tough to explain though if you set off the metal detector while trying to board an airplane. I had the fleeting mental image of lifting my skirt and pulling the little vibrating egg out of my cunt while the airport security guards and passengers looked on. After a few minutes I said, "Girls, this one isn't going to work fast enough. It feels nice but it isn't intense enough to give me a quick climax. Let's pull it out and try another. Julia, why don't you take it out." Julia stopped her timer and drew a long line through a row of boxes on her score sheet. Then she approached the foot of the bed. I spread my legs to make reaching my clit easier. She tentatively put her fingers in my pussy and probed for the extraction string. "I can't find it," she said. "It's there Julia. Probably just a bit deeper in my vagina. Put your fingers in further and pull it out." She probed, rubbing my clit in the process. I squirmed and twitched. She pushed her fingers all the way in swirling them around and giving me the most delightful feelings as she searched for the elusive string. Finally Julia said, "OK, I've found it." She pulled the vibrator out, making a little pop as it pulled free. Then in a totally uncharacteristic action for Julia she said "You are so juicy down there. Would you mind if I lick your cunt for a while." "Go right ahead dear. I would like you to do it." Julia lowered her head and started licking. I put my hands on her head to guide her to the right places. It was the first time I took a positive action since I lay down. Julia needed the encouragement. Sara did not. "Julia," Sara asked, "doesn't Mom's cunt taste as good as I said it did?" Julia raised her head momentarily. "She is delicious, Sara. How long can I do this? Will she cum?" "She probably will if you keep it up, Julia. I think you have gotten her hot enough to try the next vibrator. I'm sure Mom will let you go back to licking her cunt after we finish the test. Then you can make her cum as many times as you want." The next vibrator was the one that looked like a penis. Sara clearly knew what to do with it. I remember one evening a couple of years ago when we masturbated each other over and over, using Sara's vibrator on our tits, clit, and in our vaginas. We had each other thrashing on the bed for hours without ever touching each other with our hands or mouths. I think we each had half a dozen orgasms, stopping only when the batteries ran down. This time Sara applied it expertly to my tits. The nipples bulged and little bumps stood up all around my areolas. The ends of my breasts became engorged by the stimulation. My boobies had grown so large. I tried to look down over my tits and couldn't see my feet." Julia's eyes were riveted to my tits. Sara noticed. "Keep timing Julia. You can play with them after she cums." It didn't take too long. Sara moved the vibrator down over my belly, lingering a bit near my belly button, then started circling my pussy. "Julia, watch closely now. I'm going to move the vibrator directly to her clit. It should only be a matter of seconds before she cums. Yes - I think she is cumming now." Julia watched me orgasm. A shattering climax that took me by surprise. It's as if Sara had found a way to short out my auto pilot. Of course it could have been the novelty of the situation. I wasn't doing anything while an expert was working magic on my body and I could concentrate on the sensual pleasure. I could see that Julia was fascinated by the sight of a mature woman writhing in carnal ecstasy. She licked her lips in anticipation. The test with the last vibrator was almost an anticlimax. I rested for a few minutes while Julia enjoyed my bulging tits and nipples as Sara had promised. She learned what turned me on very quickly. As I knew she would. While Julia played with my breasts and sucked my nipples, Sara fitted the last vibrator over my pussy. The vibrating element was positioned touching my clit. Sara held it in place with her hand but the instructions said that when a woman wore it during the day little projections on the side should be attached with spirit gum. A small bottle was included in the box. "Julia," Sara said. "If you can tear yourself away from Mom's tits for a moment, start timing. I'm going to turn on the vibrator as soon as you get ready." Julia reluctantly abandoned my tits and picked up her timer. I looked down to see the wet mounds and that was almost the last thing I saw for the next couple of minutes. Sara pressed the switch and I felt as if an electric shock ran through my body, starting directly from my clit and radiating to every limb and body part. I went through the physical stages of having a climax in double time. My body shook, my hips heaved. My legs became rigid and I shouted "Girls, I'm going to cum now. I'M CUMMING!" Wow did I cum! "One minute and ten seconds," I heard Julia say. "That's the quickest one by far." I weakly raised my head from the bed. "Girls, I've got to get some rest. Why don't you go shopping and enjoy the town while I sleep for a bit. Then we can all go out for a nice dinner." I slept until about six that evening when the girls came back. They had visited a couple of museums and a few of the upscale department stores and were chattering away about what they had seen. I showered and dressed informally. Jeans and casual clothes were acceptable in New York, particularly in the Greenwich Village restaurants where we were headed. We were lucky to find an Italian bistro that looked pretty good within a few minutes of getting out of the cab. The maître de escorted us to a choice table. He tried hard but he couldn't disguise the fact that he was alternately staring at my boobs and Sara's boobs, trying to imagine getting his hands and mouth on either one of us. He suggested some choice specials on the menu, maneuvering himself to stand behind me and look down my blouse. Long ago Mom told me that most men paid special attention to women with big, big boobs. She was certainly right. The meal was excellent. Sara and Julia described their afternoon adventures in greater detail than I wanted to know. They decided that New York was a great place to visit. Contrary to the old saying, one might even want to live here. We had a couple of glasses of wine, said goodbye to the staring maître de, and returned to our hotel. In our absence the maid had entered, cleaned up the suite, and turned down the beds in each bedroom. We had a big day of planning and preparation tomorrow so we went to bed early. Despite my long afternoon nap, I was still sleepy and both Sara and Julia were yawning. The bed in my room was king sized, the one in the girl's room was queen sized. Both girls asked if I would mind if we all slept together. Of course I didn't mind at all. So we had one last glass of wine, performed out nightly ablutions and crawled into bed. Within a few minutes I felt Julia's hands on my body. Despite never having been with a woman before, Julia apparently liked everything we had done. I could easily fathom her logic - it was the same as she had exhibited in class and during our visits to the beach house. The sensations she had experienced were enjoyable and she wanted more of them. It didn't matter if they came from a man or a woman. It was how she, herself, felt that mattered and to hell with what everyone else thought. I rolled on my side so that Julia could reach me easier. She slid over in bed and started licking my tits. Very nice indeed. Her hand reached between my legs and started stroking my pussy. Although she may have never fucked a woman before, she had obviously masturbated many times and was quite skilled in cunt play. She was getting me very hot. After a few moments, Julia whispered in my ear, "Do you mind if I suck you?" I kissed her and spread my legs a bit. She took the hint and slithered herself down so that her head could nestle in my cunt. She had a talented tongue and I was in ecstasy. Her hands roamed all over my legs then pulled them around her head. Within four of five minutes I felt Julia gasp and she started sucking harder. Sara had not been unaware of Julia's fondling of my body. In fact she more or less expected it. She wanted to play too but she saw that my cunt was fully occupied. On the other hand, Julia's was wide open. Like I said, Julia had a very nice figure and was careful in maintaining her body in good physical condition. So Sara decided to test her out. She moved down to where she could reach Julia's mound. Then she slowly spread Julia's legs apart. Julia apparently was too preoccupied with tonguing my vagina and clitoris to notice at first. But she did notice when Sara mouthed her pussy lips and clit. We were starting a three part daisy chain. Julia on me and Sara on Julia. The only thing I could think of was closing the loop. I groped for and found Sara's body and pulled her toward me. Sara understood right away. Without taking her mouth from Julia's vulva and clit, she positioned her pubic area so that I could reach it. She spread her legs to give my mouth access. And I sucked and tongued while I in turn was sucked and tongued while Julia was sucked and tongued. There we were, three women forming a circle on the large bed, each with a mouth on the next one's cunt. We must have worked each over for almost an hour, giving and receiving each other's pussy juices. Finally Julia lifted her head and said, "I feel like I'm going to cum. Make me cum." Sara replied by sucking, mouthing, and lightly chewing Julia's clit. Julia in turn did the same to me. And I to Sara. While we didn't all climax at the same time, we came pretty close to each other. Julia was the first to speak. "I've never had sex with a woman before. Is it always this way?" "No," said Sara. "This was pretty special. It was a once in a decade experience." "Maybe even a once in a lifetime experience," I chimed in. "I've never done this before." We were all so exhausted now that we wrapped our arms around each other and slept like logs until morning. The next morning we went over the details of our plan. Julia would get into the lecture hall and try to spot Steve and Aunt Amy. When Aunt Amy started what would be an hour long lecture and an extended question and answer period, she would call us on her cell phone. Then we would place a call to the Atlas Publishing Company requesting that Steve come to the international phone room for an emergency message. Julia knew that the phone room was down a long corridor from the lecture hall. The idea was that we would take Steve by surprise, push him into an unoccupied conference room, and I would touch him and switch while giving myself an orgasm. Sara even had a little baggy containing a chloroform soaked rag that she could hold over Steve's mouth and nose to sedate him. I know it sounds like we were writing a script for a bad TV mystery but it was all that we could think of. We even worked out how I could cum quickly. Not that I ever had any problem cumming but I would have to make myself orgasm within seconds after I put my hands on Steve. I would insert the egg shaped vibrator in my cunt and attach the clit vibrator with spirit gum. I would turn on the egg shaped vibrator when we left our hotel. That should prime me for sex. After an hour of stimulation, I probably would be ready to com if a fly landed on my clit. After we pushed Steve into the conference room, I would switch on the clit vibrator. That should do the job. We tried it that morning. After wearing the egg shaped vibrator for less than an hour, I came within 15 seconds of triggering the one on my clit. Whether it would work in practice was another story. I sure hoped it would. I refrained from any sexual activity for the rest of the day and through the night. I heard Sara and Julia giggling and sometimes moaning in their own bedroom but I avoided going in to check on them. Whatever they were doing was their own business. Sara and Julia, despite their different personalities were becoming fast friends. On Thursday evening we prepared for our assault. Julia got the seat in the lecture hall that she was promised. Sara equipped my body with the vibrators. I looked at Mom's nude body in the bathroom mirror for what I hoped would be the last time. She was still lovely and those legs were fantastic. I gave her boobs a long goodbye caress while Sara adjusted the vibrators. I put on an attractive dress that Sara and Julia had bought during their shopping trip. It was to make me look like I belonged at a fashion symposium. My dress had a few modifications our mission. I wasn't wearing a bra or panties. That's just so Sara could use the penis vibrator on my tits or cunt in case I needed an extra jolt at the last minute. We left for the Atlas building in plenty of time and parked out getaway car just a short distance away. It was evening so there were plenty of parking spaces in the Madison Avenue business district. I turned on the egg shaped vibrator and slipped it into my cunt. Although not intense, the vibrations were sufficiently stimulating that I felt that I would cum if we had to wait too long. Then we sat in the car waiting for Julia's phone call. Julia entered the lecture hall and sought out her fashion editor friend. Eventually Amy Esteridge appeared and was introduced to the audience. "Where is her assistant?, asked Julia. "I think he is cute." "I think he is sick," said the editor. "I heard one of the executives say that he had the three day flu. He is probably home in bed. I had it last month myself and I felt totally miserable." Julia excused herself and made us a quick phone call. "Steve is not here," she said. "He is sick with the flu and is probably in his apartment. I'll meet you in the car and we can go over there right away." This was a fortunate circumstance. It made our plan easier because we wouldn't have to trap and overcome Steve in the hallway. He was big and strong and it would be a tough task for two women to overcome him even with the chloroform rag. When Julia hopped in the car, we drove quickly to the hotel apartment. Although there was a doorman and reception desk at the front entrance, Julia knew that she could get in through the service entrance in back. We parked nearby and entered the building through the back door. The vibrations in my cunt made it difficult for me to walk. I desperately wanted to put both hands in my pussy and finish myself off. Fortunately the service elevator was unlocked and we took it to the apartment floor. Julia produced her key and we quietly entered the door. The apartment was dark except for a night light in the hall leading to the bedroom. The bedroom door was partly open. In the dim light we could see Steve sleeping. He was tossing fitfully and was surrounded by discarded Kleenex. The bed table had several bottles of over the counter cold remedies. He looked so sorry that I felt bad for him, forgetting for the moment that it was really Mom living in my body. Sara produced a pair of handcuffs from her bag. This was one of the goodies that she had purchased in the sex shop. She whispered to me. "Put these around your ankles when you sit by his bed. After the switch you don't want Mom getting up and running after us." I was proud of my sister. Sara had thought of everything. The vibrations in my vagina were driving me up the wall. I knew that I was going to have a climax in just a few minutes so I might as well put it to good use. I quietly crept over to Steve's bed and sat on the floor next to him. Then I snapped the handcuffs around my ankles as Sara suggested. Steve tossed and turned and seemed to be on the verge of awakening. I leaned back resting on the edge of the bed. I could finally let it all go. I was so keyed up that cumming was as important as switching. I could feel my body start to shake in the buildup to an orgasm. It always happened this way. First the slight shake, then the hip thrusts, then the random leg movements, and finally the orgasm itself with total leg rigidity and body spasms. I put my hand on Steve's leg, leaned my head back, and pressed the switch of the clit vibrator. And I quivered, spasmed, and nearly came. I tried to push the wedge before the orgasm and make the switch but nothing seemed to be happening. Steve still tossed fitfully on the bed and I was still in Mom's body. I panicked. Maybe I wasn't doing it right. Maybe I need a more intense stimulation. Desperately I pulled my boob out of my blouse and jammed the nipple in my mouth. I sucked and chewed, trying to raise myself to a climax. The clit vibrator helped and I felt myself rising to the peak. Suddenly the reason that the switch wasn't working dawned on me. One of Steve's cold medicines must have contained aspirin and it was blocking the switch. Still I had to try. I might never get another chance. I chewed hard on my boob as I started to shudder through my delayed orgasm. BANG! A loud explosion reverberated through the room. I was so startled that I bit down hard enough to break a tooth. Sara had come in behind me and fired off a starter's pistol right behind my head. I was lying in bed dazed, trying to shake off the haze of the cold medicines. The loud explosion had wakened me. Sara and Julia hustled me on to my feet and helped me stagger out of the bedroom. The last thing I saw was Mom sitting on the floor holding up her breast in one hand. It was spouting blood. The other hand held a brown blob of flesh about the size of an acorn. She was screaming, "My breast, what's happened to my breast?" Even in my daze I could tell what had happened. Mom's worst fear had come to pass. She had bitten off her own nipple. *** Back home, Sara, Julia and I talked about what had happened. After my failed switch Sara realized, even before me, that the cold medicines were blocking the body swap. She had bought the starter pistol along with the handcuffs on the off chance that we would need an alternate method of switching. I'm happy that she was so foresighted. I wouldn't have thought of it but the female mind works in devious ways. It took the rest of the week to get over the flu but when I did I felt great. I was back in my real body. Mom had taken good care of it. Her exercise obsession left me lean and muscular. She avoided all the junk foods that I loved. I had a real cock and balls instead of boobs and a clit. The first night after I recovered from the flu I fondled my cock, just to get reacquainted with it. Sara and I both played with it and watched it get hard. Even with all the action that Mom and Aunt Amy had given it, the wonderful sensations were all there. It was an appendage that I was anxious to use. Sara was anxious to help me use it too. Without any foreplay, she straddled me, grabbed my hard cock and shoved it into her cunt. "I've waited so long for this," she gasped between thrusts of her hips. I watched her moving up and down on me, her breasts flailing, her hair in disarray, her face almost contorted by passion. How beautiful she looked. I grabbed her body and flipped her over on the bed, driving into her. The feeling was wonderful and intense. All my sexuality was centered in my cockhead. We both exploded in a simultaneous orgasm, just like we did so many years ago. We had so much catching up to do. We snuggled and cuddled and clung together almost the whole weekend, only taking time to eat and feed Stephanie. Stephanie was a bit confused by me. But after a while she accepted me as a member of her family. I don't know how we will eventually explain that I am her mother and Sara, in my body, was her father. Or that I fed her for a year with my flat, now male, breasts and tiny nipples. Of course Sara and I fucked, over and over, both of us expressing our very real love for each other. Sara was simultaneously my twin, my lover, and my best friend. Our sex now had a new maturity. I had experienced what it was like to be fucked as a woman and to have a lesbian relationship. I had grown out of that almost pathological obsession with Mom's body that I had as a teenager. I loved Sara for herself alone. When Sara and I made love it was because we sincerely wanted to please the other. Not that I wasn't passionately turned on by her. Still the fact that Sara was growing to be a mirror image of Mom didn't hurt. It helped our love making. When I kissed her breasts, I knew the areas to touch with my tongue that would give her the most pleasure. I knew where to put my fingers in her cunt. And I knew how to fuck her like a master. I remembered all the little tricks that Professor Milner had used on me. I had pretty well forgotten what I had learned in his class but I well recalled how much I enjoyed his cock in me. We loved each other almost every night. I'm not saying we fucked every night, we didn't. But we lay in each other's arms and caressed each other's bodies until we both fell asleep. Actually I'm lying. We fucked most nights. Then we lay in each other's arms. Eventually it dawned on us that we were in an untenable situation. The neighbors knew that we were twins and that little Stephanie was our sister. People would talk. More important, Mom and Aunt Amy might work out a method of getting back at us. I'm sure that they were angry that we had upset their "ideal" life style. Neither woman would have a young male stud to use as they saw fit. Mom must also have been seriously pissed about biting off her own nipple. Although she had done it to herself she knew that I was responsible. To block unintended switches we both went on a regime of an aspirin and a vitamin pill a day. It was probably good for our health too. Money wasn't the problem. We had transferred all our assets out of Mom and Aunt Amy's reach. It was just that we couldn't live in our community any more. I had no job or college degree and Sara didn't want the offered internship. So we simply decided to put our house up for sale and leave. *** To make a long story short, Sara and I moved to a small town in Northern California. We bought a tiny vineyard, the kind that wealthy tycoons buy to pretend that they are gentlemen farmers. Don't imagine Ernest and Julio Gallo riding through fields of grapes. What we bought, through our Swiss bank agents, was a nice house and a couple of dozen acres of vineyard. The property was ostensibly owned by a Swiss investment management firm. Our vineyard was named the Hemingway Wine Cellars. Not after the famous author but after the grizzled gold prospector who staked a claim on the land over a century ago. When he failed to find gold he moved on and the land passed through several owners. It ended up with an Italian winemaker who planted the vines and started making wine. His kids preferred the life of the big city so the vineyard became ours. The vineyard land was leased to a neighbor who farmed it and sold the grapes to a wine producing cooperative who bottled it under our label. Our land produced a few hundred cases of quality wine a year, respected in all the local bistros. The vineyard earned just enough profit to keep the IRS from getting suspicious. Most important, what we received was a plausible cover. I legally changed my last name to Hemingway in keeping with the vineyard name. Sara and I passed as a young married couple with Stephanie as our daughter. It was, except for the married part, true enough. We even fixed the marriage part. The summer after we arrived in California we took a weekend drive to Reno and got married in one of those quickie chapels. Sara used her real name, I used my new name. No questions were asked. As far as the law is concerned we are now Mr. and Mrs. Hemingway. It says so on the county records. Stephanie was now in first grade. Her absence from the house for five hours a day gave Sara and I plenty of opportunity to have long leisurely lunches nibbling on each other's private parts. From 12 to 1 each day became our special "phone off the hook" orgasm hour. We would talk, fuck, and indulge each other in every private fantasy. For the most part our lives were quiet and fully satisfied. Today was different. Sara had been out all morning. When she returned she grabbed me and led me directly to the bedroom. "Fuck me, big brother," she said without any perfunctory talk. She stripped her clothes off and undressed me. Then she pushed me on the bed and began rubbing my penis. When it achieved the necessary degree of stiffness, she thrust it directly into her vagina. It slipped in easily. Her cunt was sopping wet, as if she had been fingering it for a long time. "That feels so good!" exclaimed Sara. "I've been wanting to do this all morning. I've got something to tell you but first suck my tits and make me cum." I wasted no time getting to my appointed task. Sara rolled her left nipple until it was hard and then jammed it into my open mouth. "Fuck me Big Brother, suck me, fuck me, suck me," Sara crooned as she writhed on top of me. Her hands caressed my body, with occasional detours to her unoccupied breast and her turgid clitoris. Her hips lifted and dropped pistoning my cock into her vagina. She clutched me tightly with both arms. I could feel the initial vibrations from her breast, strong enough to pull the nipple from my mouth. She started to shake toward orgasm and I could feel her thighs go rigid. It wouldn't be long now. Just as she was losing control, I said urgently "Look at me." Sara opened her eyes. Looking into her eyes while we fucked was shockingly intimate, a kind of ultimate nakedness. Nothing could be hidden. "Don't close your eyes," I commanded. "I'm getting there," Sara gasped. "- now fuck me hard. Yes, yes, YES!" At the final YES, I felt my cum explode into her cunt. Sara forced herself to hold my gaze while her hips jerked and she gasped with the spasms of pleasure that shook her body. Her eyes remained locked on mine while we both shuddered in release. The climax was as intense as the first time we had made love. When it was all over she grabbed me and held me, panting and shaking with emotion. I felt that she never wanted to let me go. After the ten minutes it took for our breathing to return to normal, Sara sat up and shook her body like a satisfied cat, breasts and hair swinging. "How beautiful she is," I thought. "Now I suppose you want to hear the news. I've been to the doctor and, guess what, we are pregnant!" I was overjoyed. "We are going to have that baby that we both wanted. I can't wait until my breasts get full and I can start nursing. I loved it so much the last time." "I can switch and help you if it becomes too much of a chore." "Not an chance," said Sara, "I'm going to do this one all by myself. But I'm sure that there will be enough of my milk for two or maybe three." Julia was the only person we had kept in touch with from our past. She knew too much of our story. We had to swear her to secrecy. We received a letter from her about a year after we bought the vineyard, the first letter in a long time. She had taken a job as a programmer at a software company in the next town and wanted to know if she could stay with us for a few days while she got settled. "That should be fun," said Sara. "We have plenty of room." Enclosed in the letter were a couple of pictures. One was of me, the other Julia. We were both standing facing the camera, totally nude, with Magic Marker circles painted around strategic areas of our body. Sara looked quizzically at the pictures and I had to fill her in on all the details of the story. "That should be even more fun," she said. Julia came to visit about three weeks later. Her new job would start in two days. She had arranged an apartment with a real estate agency. That evening we had a good dinner washed down with a couple of bottles of one of our best wines. We talked and talked about what had happened and filled Julia in about all the little details of our confused lives. I don't know why we were being so forthcoming. Probably because no one else would believe it. In turn Julia confessed that since her parents had died we were the two people in the world to whom she felt closest. She didn't know much about modern me but she remembered our high school relationship with a great deal of fondness. If Julia had been capable of any great emotion, I would say that she actually loved me. Sara was different. Her relationship with Sara was one of sexual fulfillment. Julia and I had had quite satisfactory, and sometimes even great sex, but Sara was the first woman she had ever cum with. Julia, so rational in other ways, had never contemplated having a climax with another woman. In fact, knowing Julia, we were among the few people in the world, besides herself, of course, who had given her orgasms. Perhaps the only two. OK, three if you include Mom. And it was a real shame. She had matured into a very attractive, intelligent woman. She had given up her thick glasses in favor of contact lenses. In fact she was quite beautiful once you got past the fact that she didn't wear any makeup and dressed as if she shopped for her clothes at Goodwill. After breakfast the next day, we asked her what she wanted to do. Stephanie had left for school so we had five hours to show her the sights. She thought about it for a moment then asked. "Do you really want an honest answer?" "Of course we do Julia. What did you have in mind?" "Well, what I really want to do is - - I don't know how to put it any other way. What I want to do is have sex with both of you. The two high points of my life were when I was Steve's lab partner in high school and that week in New York with you, Sara, and your Mom. I really felt alive then. Nothing I've experienced can compare with it." I was taken totally by surprise. I knew Julia was super honest but I never expected that forthright response. Sara handled it with much more aplomb. She went up to Julia, hugged her and kissed her on the lips. "So how do you want to do it?" Sara asked. "Do you want to sleep with us individually or with both of us together" Sara's response was so matter of fact that it surprised even me. She was discussing the most intimate subject as casually as if she was choosing vegetables in the supermarket. I had an instantaneous flashback to that moment so long ago when Mom asked me just as casually, "When did you decide you wanted to fuck your Mommy?" "Both of you together. I would love that." Julia responded. "Well," said Sara, "a threesome sounds wonderful. If you have no other plans, we could all go into the bedroom and start now. We should have at least four hours before Stephanie comes home." With that, Sara stood up, took us both by the hands, and led her far from reluctant breakfast partners into the master bedroom. The room was dimly illuminated with bright California sunlight filtering though the pulled shades. Sara turned to Julia ad said. "It's your show. Where do you want to start?" Julia looked at both of us. She said, "I didn't expect this to happen so fast. I know that it's still morning but could we have another glass of that delicious wine we had last night. That will give me time to think it over." I brought a bottle and three glasses from the kitchen and poured a full one for each of us. "This is a strong wine, Julia. It's a bit fortified so don't drink it too fast." "I won't" said Julia as she took a hefty gulp. "I never get drunk." We sat around and talked for a while, mostly about casual things, yet the 600 pound gorilla in the room was the realization that in a little while I would probably have my cock in Julia's cunt while she would be eating out Sara's pussy. But how to get started? As she usually was, Sara was the practical one. "Julia, " she said, "why don't you start by undressing Steve and me. While you are taking our clothes off, you can decide what you want to do next." Julia took another gulp of her drink and rose, slightly unsteadily to her feet. I'm sure the wine didn't affect her yet so it must have been the anxiety of the situation. She approached me and started to unbutton my shirt. I helped with the hard buttons but she did most of the work. Within a minute she had my shirt off and unbuttoned my pants. "While you step out of those clothes, Steve, I'll work on Sara." Sara was easier. All she was wearing was a loose cardigan sweater over her bra and some panties under her short skirt. Julia was used to woman's clothes and had her undressed in a few seconds. She unsnapped the bra and Sara's big breasts swung free, glad, I'm sure, not to be confined any more. Julia looked at Sara's lovely mounds, then reached out her hands and slowly pulled a boob toward her face. Sara didn't move. She just stood still waiting to see where Julia's fancy led her. Julia engulfed the nipple in her mouth and started sucking. Sara put her hand around Julia's head and held her close. After about a minute of sucking, Julia released Sara's breast, then looked closely at it. The wet nipple was engorged and the areola had become bumpy. I remembered that Mom's nipple had looked much the same way when she showed me the pleasures of breast play. Indeed, Sara now totally resembled the Mom of my memories. She had the same hourglass figure, big breasts, and gorgeous legs. She also shared Mom's enjoyment of direct, uncomplicated sex. Fortunately she didn't share Mom's obsessive hang-ups. Our lovemaking was always enjoyable but we were spared Mom's insatiable, out of control lust. At least most of the time. Once in a while we fucked ourselves to exhaustion. I loved her deeply. But one thing I didn't know was how Sara would handle seeing me make love to another woman. Or, for that matter, how I would react to seeing her make love. This was something we would have to discover about each other. She knew, as did I, that we had both fucked other people. She now realized that Julia and I had been an item through high school. Also in Mom's body I had been fucked by Dad, by me, by Sara herself, by Diane, by Prof. Milner, and by all those dozens of anonymous clients that she had bedded. Sara's had not told me about her own lovers. I assume she had had several in college during the time I was in Mom's body. It was hard to imagine someone as beautiful and passionate as Sara going without a cock in her cunt from time to time. But obviously her relationships never lasted long. She was insistent that the best sex in her life was with me, Steve, with Mom, and with Julia. Julia took a step backward, bent over slightly, then put one hand on Sara's mound while the other cradled my balls and cock. It was almost as if she couldn't decide whom to do first. For Julia it had to be a rational decision. It must have been an odd sight. Sara and I were nude, standing next to each other like statues in a Grecian garden, while Julia was fully clothed with a hand in each of our pubic areas. She was working my cock with her fingers and rapidly making me hard. I couldn't see but I could sense that she had some of the fingers of her other hand in Sara's cunt. In a sense, she was giving me a hand job and finger fucking Sara. I had the feeling that Julia would, if she could, give Sara and me orgasms at the same time. Sara, very perceptive Sara, immediately understood the nature of Julia's dilemma. Julia wanted both of us in the worst way but she was afraid that if she fucked me first, Sara would get jealous, and if she fucked Sara first, I would get jealous. "Julia," Sara said, "there is no need to decide which of us to "do" first. Remember that in a threesome, we all do it to each other together. The main rule is not to leave anyone out. You can't be selfish or jealous. Each person should try to get the other two to make love to each other. The best part is when we all can make each other cum at the same time. Lie down on the bed while we undress you and we will see what happens." Bowing to the logic of Sara's approach, Julia squeezed my, by now, erect penis and removed her fingers from Sara's cunt then reluctantly let go of our private parts and lay down on our large bed. Sara and I removed her jeans and shirt. To our surprise Julia was wearing frilly and very feminine undergarments. A Victoria's Secret bra and lace panties. She must have recently discovered her feminine side. The frilly undergarments looked good on her. She had kept her athletic figure although she had filled out a bit. She would have made a great swimsuit model. Sara, on the other hand, with Mom's genes, would have been better suited for Playboy rather than Sports Illustrated. Looking at either of them was enough to make my prick hard. The thought that my prick would soon be in either or both of them made it even harder. Sara unfastened Julia's bra and gently removed it while I slid her panties down her long legs. Julia really had matured into a beautiful woman. Her breasts, while not overly large, were very pretty with erect nipples. Her tanned legs were slim and muscular. She raised herself to a sitting position and asked "What should I do now?" Having a plan was very important for her. "Don't worry Julia. Do whatever you feel like doing. Remember how nice it was when we all went to bed together in New York. It will be just the same except this time one of us has a penis." Sara went on teasingly, "How about if we both make love to you at the same time? I'll start by loving you above the waist while Steve will love you below. Or would you rather I did the left side and Steve did the right side? Then we can switch positions. Is that OK?" Sara winked at me and I nodded my assent. "I think that either would be great," said Julia seriously, her confidence reasserting itself. "But if I really get to decide, this is what I want. Sara, I remember sucking your Mom's pussy from our week in New York. Her juices tasted wonderful. You are growing to look so much like her, I think that you must taste the same way. So while I play with your tits, I want you to sit over me so that I can suck your cunt until you climax. And Steve, while I'm sucking Sara, I want you to do the same to me. Suck me and finger fuck me, and when you feel me getting really hot, I want you to jam your big cock into me and fuck me for all I'm worth. If we do it right, we can all cum at the same time. Won't that be great? And then when we get done, we can all take turns doing each other." This was the Julia of old, orchestrating a three way lab experiment. Sara sat down on the bed and put her arms around Julia, kissing her on the mouth. Julia's hands found Sara's breasts and started kneading them gently. She raised one to her mouth and tongued the nipple. Sara held Julia's head to her breast with one hand and lowered the other until it could touch her mound. Her outstretched fingers stroked Julia's cunt lips. In the meantime I crawled between Julia's legs and worked my hands up her thighs. I remembered from our mapping of each other's erogenous zones that the inside of Julia's thighs were very sensitive. My memory was good. As I fondled the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs she started to squirm. Julia wrapped her long legs around me and tried to pull me up to her cunt. When I got there I found Sara's hand stroking Julia's outer pussy lips. Sara removed her hand and guided my head into place. Without missing a beat, my tongue replaced Sara's fingers on Julia's labia. I could faintly hear Julia moan with pleasure even through my head was buried between her strong thighs. After a few more minutes of sucking and nibbling, Julia's cunt was sopping. Her pussy lips were swollen and her clit was protruding like a tiny cock. I felt that it was time for a real fuck. I gently pried Julia's thighs apart, even though she tried to hold me close, and rose to a kneeling position between her legs. My prick was exactly level with her cunt. Julia wrapped her legs around my butt and pulled me toward her. I rubbed the end of my cock against her clit to moisten it slightly, although I was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. A final thrust of Julia's legs pulled me right into her welcoming vagina, the first time I had been in her since high school many years ago. It felt wonderful. All the old memories came back. I knew that I would have to concentrate on not cumming too soon otherwise I would blow my wad on the spot. On my knees, I could see over Julia's body. She had shifted her attention from Sara's breasts. Sara was straddling her face while Julia was avidly licking and sucking Sara's cunt. Sara and I looked at each other, reached out and held hands. I could see from her face that she enjoyed Julia's eating out her cunt immensely. It was an isosceles triangle of sex, Sara at one end, me at the other, and Julia at the base connecting all of us. Sara's eyes were getting glazed and an energized look was passing over her face. She was starting to appear as she did just before a climax when we fucked. "Are you nearly there?" I asked. Sara nodded. I'm not sure that she was in a condition to speak. The way Julia was moving and twisting her body showed that she was on the verge of orgasm too. There was no need to hold back my climax any longer. I began driving my hard cock into Julia's cunt assisted by the motion of her legs around my body. Every time I would move back, she would flex her legs and pull me forward. In a sense, she was fucking herself with my cock. It was attached to me but she was moving it in and out. Sara had passed beyond the glazed state and was on the verge of cumming. She placed my hands on her tits. "Pull," she managed to utter. "Squeeze hard." I grasped Sara's tits and pulled them in time with the motion of Julia's legs. We were all in sync with each other. Julia's tongue on Sara's clitoris, Julia's legs pulling my cock into her cunt, my fingers on Sara's nipples. We were all rising to a climax simultaneously. The feeling in my prick was overwhelming. I could feel my sperm bursting out. It was a massive cum. Sara, gasped and shuddered while I watched. She threw her head back and screamed "Yes, yes! I'm cumming!" And Julia, quiet unemotional Julia, literally spasmed under us. Her body twisted and turned. She breathed deeply as she came down from her high. Her face was flushed. Finally she freed her mouth from Sara's cunt and said "That was fantastic. I've never ever cum so hard. I love both of you so much. Thank you, thank you both." We all collapsed on the bed together, Sara on one side, me on the other and Julia in the middle. I think we dozed off for half an hour. I awakened when I felt Julia take my hand and place it firmly on Sara's breast. Sara opened her eyes and smiled. Julia was sitting up in bed sipping what was left of her wine. "Do we have any more time?" she asked. "Sure," replied Sara. "Stephanie won't be home for a couple of hours yet. Did you have something in mind? Remember, it's your party. Your wish is our command." "Is it really?" said Julia. "In that case if we have a couple of hours left, I would like to see you and Steve make love. Really make love as if I wasn't here. Then, if we have any time left, I would like to make love to you, Sara." Sara glanced at me and I nodded my assent. "Whatever gave you that idea, Julia?" "You did," Julia replied. "Remember you told me that in a threesome each person should try to get the other two to make love to each other. I know you love each other deeply and I would really like to see you two do it. When you and I fuck, Sara, it is mostly fantastic sex but when you and Steve do it, it is real love. Besides, if I feel myself left out when I'm watching you fuck, I can always give myself a quick climax." So the remainder of the day, until just before Stephanie came home from school Sara and I enjoyed a leisurely fuck session while Julia watched. We didn't feel in the least embarrassed. One in a while Julia would reach in and stroke one of our body parts that was unoccupied at the moment. Just after our second climax we took a pause and watched Julia, eyes closed, sitting with her legs over the arm of an overstuffed chair industriously massaging her own cunt. "I think I should be more hospitable to our guest," whispered Sara. "We can continue this later." We both silently rose from the bed and tiptoed over to Julia. Sara kissed her on the lips as I lifted her and carried her over to the bed. I laid her down gently. Sara covered her with her own body, wrapping arms and legs about her. Julia looked bewildered. She was just in the middle of masturbating to a fantasy of fucking Sara when suddenly her dream came true. Sara nodded her head in the direction of the kitchen and I took the hint. "I think I'll fix us something to eat," I said as I left the bedroom. When I returned in half an hour with some sandwiches and Cokes I found Julia and Sara in a 69 position avidly eating each other out. I'm sure they didn't want food at that moment so I just sat in the armchair munching a sandwich while I watched two of the most beautiful women I knew make love to each other. It was so erotic that even in my exhausted state my cock became hard. Well, I would have an opportunity use it on Sara later that night. Which brings up a point that I wondered about. I know that Mom was multi orgasmic. Sara and I seemed to exhibit much of the same trait especially when we made love to each other. Did it run in families, like the ability to switch or was it just a function of our love for each other? How did Julia fit in? I guess we will just have to experiment until we find out. But in the meantime I enjoyed the sight of Sara and Julia rolling, licking, sucking, biting, massaging, and orgasming on the bed. Then Stephanie came home and we behaved like responsible adults for the rest of the evening. Except for one incident that I never got around to telling Sara about. While she was getting Stephanie ready for bed and reading her a bedtime story, I decided to take a shower. Julia came in when I was undressed, opened her robe and simply said "Fuck me Steve. Right here, now." "What! Why?" "I fucked Sara twice this morning and you only once. I want to keep things even." Logical Julia was not to be denied. She pressed her body against mine, squeezing her breasts against my chest. One hand grabbed my now hard cock and plunged it directly into her cunt at the identical instant that her tongue plunged into my mouth in the mother of all French kisses. I pressed Julia up against the bathroom wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist, my hands were around her ass, her tongue in my mouth and we fucked until we both came. It had all taken less than ten minutes from the time Julia entered the bathroom but we both had huge climaxes. It was a really satisfactory spontaneous fuck and Julia's books were in balance. The next day we drove Julia to town, to work, and to her new apartment. Julia's work schedule was odd. The company she worked for was in the medical support business. It wrote software and set up computer facilities for doctor's offices. Julia was the software trouble shooter. When things went wrong, she visited the doctor's office and sorted out the equipment and software. Most MDs didn't work on Wednesdays so that was one of Julia's days off. On the other hand, she worked on Saturdays. So thanks to the medical profession's golf days, Julia was a regular visitor and lover every Wednesday. Sara and I and Julia fucked, sometimes individually, sometimes together. Our passion and affection for each other grew. Julia would often stay over after our morning's carnal recreation. When Stephanie came home from school they would play games with each other and go for long walks. They both had the same avid curiosity and childlike appreciation for the wonders of nature. The bond was so strong that Sara and I felt that it was like having another child, a big sister for Stephanie. Their relationship made our Wednesday morning sessions even more kinky. Sex with Julia took on an added spice. Julia admitted that she sometimes enjoyed being fucked by "Mommy" and "Daddy" as well as by her more contemporary lovers. When I was pregnant in Mom's body I enjoyed sex almost to the moment that Stephanie was born. But then I didn't have a penis ramming into me. Sara would give me massages, play with my tits and suck my cunt. And I would reciprocate with her until we both orgasmed. It was great girl sex. When Sara reached her eighth month she confided in me that penetration was getting uncomfortable. She loved my caresses in bed. Her clitoris became a super erogenous zone, and we both enjoyed sucking on her tits, now enormous. Between hand jobs and finger fucking we gave each other plenty of climaxes. But actual fucking didn't work well. During our Wednesday mornings with Julia, very pregnant Sara insisted that I fuck Julia while she watched. We didn't object to that arrangement. By this time Julia was so much a part of our family and our sex life that Sara almost thought of Julia's body parts as an extension of her own. It was much the feeling that she and I had about Mom's body as a communal sex object. We could each use it as we wanted without the other feeling jealous. Sara told me that when Julia and I made love, she could almost feel it in her own cunt. She felt happy that the two people in the world she cared the most for enjoyed pleasuring each other. Julia and I certainly looked forward to our Wednesday sex sessions. A hard cock enjoys any receptive cunt. Julia's cunt and the rest of her beautiful body were certainly receptive. We went at each other like animals in heat, Julia's legs wrapped around me while I drove in and out. We would both cum, hold each other tightly until we caught our breath, and then start over again. Apparently Sara also enjoyed herself while Julia and I fucked. In between ejaculations, and whenever my mouth was not occupied with Julia's classic breasts, I could turn my head and see Sara seated in the armchair pleasuring herself. She would raise one tit and roll the nipple until it was stiff, then suck on it. I could see Sara's cheeks hollow and fill as she sucked her pre-milk while fingering herself to orgasm after orgasm. Like mother, like daughter. *** Baby Ben was born two months ago. He has two adoring parents, an adoring big sister who sometimes wishes that he had been a golden retriever instead, and an adoring godmother. Sara had an easy pregnancy, coached by a big brother who had been through it before. And Julia lost her job. She didn't exactly lose her job. Because of the financial crisis, the company went bankrupt. On the other hand, our small vineyard was doing well. Our wines had won several prestigious taste tests and were highly rated by the critics. We were selling all we could make and even contemplated buying some additional land. Julia moved in with us, ostensibly to help Sara with the children. Our house, which had seemed so large a year ago, now was comfortably sized. We had plenty of rooms and all were filled with happiness. Sara and I have now started making love again. Her vagina has healed from the minor surgery necessary for an easy birth. In fact she is tighter than before, just like the Sara of our first intercourse. We both love the new feelings. To top it all off, we both get to play with Sara's big milky tits. They have grown to almost the same size as Mom's tits and seem to be equally sensitive. There are differences, of course. Sara is younger than Mom was and her breasts are firmer. The areolas are darker and larger. Mom's were the size of a silver dollar and light brown. Sara's, at least while she is nursing, are almost twice as large and the color of milk chocolate. She claims that the areolas are rich in nerve endings and so the bigger they are, the more fun it is to play with them. I'm not that sure about it. I had a lot of fun playing with Mom's tits even with smaller areolas. One of the things about sexual pleasure is, even though you can give it to other people, you can't share the other person's sensations and experience. When I fondled or sucked Mom's tits the erotic sensation was as much as I could bear. A protracted session of breast play was enough to bring me to the edge of orgasm. A quick flick of the clit was all it took to drive me over the edge. I don't see how Sara could be much more sensitive otherwise she would cum every time a slight breeze wafted over her nipples. But I can't deny that Sara is a tit lover. She likes nursing Ben just like I liked nursing Stephanie. If Ben doesn't empty a breast, she sucks the remaining milk out herself. She claims that her OB told her to make sure to empty her breast each feeding to keep the milk flowing. If I am in the room, and she is feeling particularly unselfish, she will offer the still turgid boob to me to finish off. Even Julia gets a taste, sometimes in our morning coffee and sometimes direct from the source. When I came home yesterday Ben was asleep in his crib. Sara and Julia were on the couch, Julia was stretched out, her eyes closed, her head in Sara's lap sucking the sweet goodies from Sara's dangling breast. Sara was moving her hand under Julia's skirt and was obviously finger fucking her while she nursed. I sat down in a chair opposite the couch to watch. Sara smiled, then raised one finger to her lips warning me not to make a noise. She increased the rate at which she was stroking Julia's cunt, moving her fingers in and out and rubbing her thumb over the clit. Julia's body started to shake. She grabbed Sara's breast with both hands to force it deeper into her mouth. Julia's hips rose and fell in time with Sara's hand motion. Her legs began to do a little dance on the couch. Then her back arched and Julia exploded in what appeared to be a very satisfactory orgasm. At that point Julia noticed that I was in the room. She blushed. It was the first time I had ever seen her blush. Sara, on the other hand, didn't seem at all disturbed by her exhibition. Jealousy didn't play much of a part in the relationship that Sara and I had. We loved each other with all our hearts. How could we be jealous? She had encouraged Julia and me to fuck like rabbits when she was pregnant and then she masturbated while she watched. She and Julia had gone 69 many times with my blessing. In my body Sara had fucked me as Mom and even had made me pregnant. I had fucked her both as Sara and Mom and made her pregnant. She had sucked milk out of my tits and I had sucked milk from hers. We were just a pair of over sexed twins. We simply had two bodies that both of us owned in common. *** About three months later Sara and I switched. While I was busy managing the vineyard, Sara had been writing short stories under the name of S. Hemingway. She had a natural talent, and, after a rocky start, began to be published in literary magazines. A San Francisco publisher wanted to release a book length collection of her stories. The scheduled meeting in the city would last for two days with the editors, cover designers, artists, and so forth. Sara learned that he had a long standing prejudice against woman writers. Since she never listed her given name as the author, just her initial, she would go down in my body to negotiate the deal. I suppose it was a shoddy trick but she really wanted to have a book published. The publisher, in turn, probably assumed that S. Hemingway was an unacknowledged child, or at least a relative of the well-known author. She had a couple of other justifications for switching. She was still nursing Ben and she was afraid that her breasts would start hurting if they didn't get periodically emptied. The two times she had gone 24 hours without breast feeding her tits had pained her terribly. Also Stephanie and Ben would miss their mother. She convinced me that I could solve her problem by nursing Ben and being there for Stephanie. She also reminded me that I once asked to switch with her after she had the baby. I then reminded her that one of the reasons she agreed to switch was to masturbate as much as she wanted with my cock. "That too," said Sara. "I know that you will have an orgy with my tits and cunt so I might as well have fun with your penis." So we switched. It had been almost three years since the last time but it worked just the same. Sara and I had a few drinks after the kids were in bed and then in the middle of a relaxed fuck we pushed the wedge and exchanged bodies. It felt strange having tits and a cunt again after so long. I hugged Sara and felt her push her thick cock into me. "I'm just seeing if it works the same way," said Sara, "and I'll bet you feel that my cunt loves it." "It does, Sara. While you're at it, suck one of these big tits too. Make love to me from top to bottom." She sucked and fucked and we both came - again. Early the next morning Sara, in my body, hopped into the car for an hour long drive to the big city. I got Stephanie off to school, fed and changed Ben, and then sat at my desk to read the agricultural reports. Julia came in to my little office and stood behind me. She was apparently unaware of the swap. For some reason I thought that Sara had told her what we were going to do, but I guess not. "Are you checking Steve's paperwork dear? He is usually pretty accurate, although he does make mistakes in addition from time to time." Julia leaned over my shoulder and put her arms around me. Her hands gravitated to my breasts. She lifted one in each hand. "These are pretty heavy Sara. Do you need help in emptying them?" She was right about the breasts being full. Ben hadn't been very hungry this morning and it had been so long since I had a pair of tits that I forgot about how often they needed to be milked. Four times a day is the norm and Sara's hadn't been really drained since last night. Without saying a word Julia leaned over my shoulder, put both hands in my loose blouse, and pulled out a big bulging breast. It was so matter of fact that I didn't have time to react. She raised it up as far as would go, leaned over a bit further, and jammed it in her mouth. She gave a couple of hard sucks and I could feel the milk start to flow. It feels so good to have an adult drain your tit. The sucks are so powerful and the sensation of milk literally gushing out is intense. After a couple of more sucks she pulled the pap from her mouth. Turning to me and said, "Sara, why don't you do the other one. You really need it. Your breasts are as hard as rocks." Of course she was right. I had been ignoring the twinges of discomfort from my breasts for the last two hours. I shrugged my blouse off and let it dangle around my waist. My hands had easy access to my other breast. Logical Julia had assessed the situation correctly. It was almost as hard as a rock. Another few minutes and milk would have spurted from my nipple like soda from a drugstore fountain. I raised the tit towards my head. I took a good look at Sara's large stiff nipple and milk chocolate areola. How sexy it was. Droplets of white milk were leaking from the chocolate brown tip. The end of the tit looked just like half an Oreo cookie. I couldn't resist the temptation to run my finger around the areola and flick the nipple just before I engulfed it in my mouth. Sara might have been right about the increased sensitivity of big areolas. It sure felt good. It had been years since I nursed on my own milk. I had almost forgotten how highly erotic it was to suck milk from your own nipple. It is such a fitting climax to years of solitary breast play. I ran my tongue around the swollen nipple, feeling the slight roughness, then I pressed it between my lips and felt the thin stream of milk, my milk, emerge. My hands encircled the breast. My fingers worked down toward the tip forcing milk to the nipple. I was milking myself like a cow. We both nursed on my full tits. Julia leaning over my shoulder, me holding my breast with both hands. As I swallowed the sweet fluid I reminded myself to ask Julia how she got to know so much about Sara's breasts. Of course the answer was obvious. Julia had developed a serious breast fetish which Sara had been only too happy to satisfy. I didn't mind but now that I was Sara for a couple of days I would like to know what was expected of me. Do I just let her play with my tits whenever she wants? Does she want me to finger fuck her to a climax while she sucks, the way I had seen Sara do? Or perhaps she wants me to offer her a drink from my breast after dinner as a sweet dessert? Or maybe all of the above. Actually I wouldn't mind any of it. Julia was a dear friend as well as a delightful sex partner and she could use me as either Steve or Sara any way she wanted. That evening after the kids had been put to bed, Julia and I were sitting with a quiet drink. Out of the blue she asked, "Sara, is it really you? You seem different today." What could I say. Julia would find out that we had switched eventually. It was time for a confession. "Julia, I'm Steve but in Sara's body. Sara had a meeting with a woman hating publisher today and she decided to go as a man. She should be back the day after tomorrow and we will switch back. But I have a question to ask you. How come you know so much about Sara's needs? It took me a long time living as a woman to find out so much." "That's a fair question, " said Julia. "I figured that you had switched but I didn't know just when. But when I felt your boobies this morning, I guessed it must have been last night. Sara would never let her breasts get so full of milk without expressing some. She is very uncomfortable when her breasts get that full. Most days when you are gone and Ben is asleep she asks me to suck out the surplus. I love doing it. My titties are nice - " "Very nice, " I interjected. "Thank you. But I enjoy playing with Sara's big boobies when I have the chance. I like to touch my own tits but I can do that any night in bed. But Sara's breasts are special. Her nipples are so beautiful and I can pull them so far out. Her milk tastes candy sweet. So every time I can, I nurse on Sara. I hope you don't mind. And once in a while, Sara fingers my cunt when I'm sucking her and I cum and cum." Julia went on to ask, "What are your plans for the evening?" "To be honest, Julia, I had plans to reacquaint myself with Sara's body. I probably would suck my tits until they were sore and then masturbate." Julia was just about the only person with whom I could be so brutally honest. As a very intimate friend I felt free to tell her everything. "Can I help you reacquaint yourself with Sara's body? I can hold her titties up while you suck them and make you cum at the same time." "I think that's a great idea. Would you like to sleep with me tonight, Julia? I won't have a prick but we can both play with my titties, while we make each other cum. And then when we get tired of that we can go 69 on each other. I don't get much chance to do that as Steve." Julia put her arms around me and kissed me. "I would love that. Having sex with you as a woman would be fun. It seems so kinky that my studly lover wants me to suck his cunt. I would also like to have you answer some personal questions too." "About what?" "What it feels like to be a man in a woman's body. It will be sort of a lab experiment like we did in high school. I want to know everything. I want to know whether you like fucking better as a man or a woman. I want to know what a male climax is like. I want to know just how you feel when you lick your nipples or I make you cum. I want to know what you think about when you suck me or give me a climax. I saw the way you looked at me when Sara gave me an orgasm. You remember, I was sucking her breast and she made me cum. I couldn't tell what you were thinking. But I want to know." "How do you know I'll tell you the truth?" "I have a personal lie detector," said Julia with a grin. "I'll just stick a couple of fingers up your cunt and move them around. If I feel that you are not telling the truth, I won't let you cum. It's a subtle form of Chinese sex torture. It works every time." "You've convinced me Julia. Let's have another drink. I'll make you a rum punch. It's an old family recipe. Then we can scrub the dust and sweat off each other's bodies in the shower, and go to bed. I'll let you scrub me where ever you want if you let me scrub you wherever I want." "That sounds like fun," said Julia. "Let's do it." I took Julia into the kitchen and showed her how we made the family recipe rum punch. Her eyes bugged when she saw me start to milk my tits into a pair of cocktail glasses. I must really be turning into a cow because squeezing my dangling breast to express the milk really turned me on. I wonder how a milking machine would feel? Not a breast pump but a real dairy farm machine. I'll bet the cows love it. Then Julia got into it, milking one tit while I did the other. Sara had plenty of milk so we filled the glasses quickly. I added ice and jigger of rum to each glass. We toasted each other with Sara's special milk. Then we made another round. I had almost forgotten how delicious the punch was. The second round, and even the third round were just as good. Julia claimed that she didn't get drunk, but the rum punch was definitely getting her tipsy. We scrubbed each other in the shower. I knelt in front of her gently rubbing her clit over and over with a terry cloth washcloth. Her hips began to vibrate and I knew I had to stop or she would cum in the shower. She put her hands under my breasts and pulled me up, holding me while she washed under, around, and over my boobs. Then she held each breast up and ran a wash cloth over my nipples until they stood up like little mountains. We dried each other with bath towels paying the same attention our various body parts. Who knew that taking a simple shower could be such effective foreplay. Clean and dry we staggered off to bed. Julia flopped down on the big bed and spread her legs. Without a moment's hesitation she put her finger on her clitoris and said "Lick me right here." This was the Julia of old using her body as the subject of a lab experiment. "After you get me really hot, I'm going to suck the rest of the milk out of your beautiful boobies while you make me cum. Then I'll do you as many times as you want." I collapsed on the bed, my head between her long legs. A few adjustments and we were in a perfect 69 position. I hadn't planned it this way. It just happened. After our long shower, Julia's cunt was fresh and clean tasting. I pulled her legs around my head to shut out the outside world and buried my tongue in the delights of her vagina. Within a moment I felt a twinge on my own clit. Julia was licking me. We mouthed and sucked each other for what seemed like a long time. I don't have any idea how long it really was but Julia was taking me up and down the peaks of desire. I assumed I was doing the same to her. The rum punch had its aphrodisiac effect and we couldn't seem to get enough of each other. Finally Julia pushed her head from between my legs. "OK," she said. "You've gotten me really hot. Now I want to suck your tits. Make me cum when I'm doing it." I was getting instructed again by my lab partner, just like at the lake. I struggled to sit up in bed, bracing myself against the head board. Julia worked herself around, lying so that her head was in my lap. I raised my knees to cradle her and bent over slightly so that she could put my dangling left boob in her mouth. Just before she closed her lips on my nipple she said, "You can rub my pussy now and make me cum. Start by stroking me gently then stick some fingers inside. When you feel me get all shaky, rub my clit with your other hand. Don't forget to watch me closely. I want to ask you about what I look like when I cum." Just before she started sucking Julia switched on the bedside lamp so that I could see all the details of her orgasm. I'll certainly watch Julia cum. I think she is lovely when she has a climax. But what I really want to ask her is how she can stay so objective and analytical when I would be ready to climb up the wall. Then I felt Julia's lips on my nipple and reveled in the release of milk. It was a few moments before I remembered the rest of Julia's instructions and started finger fucking her cunt. I stroked gently at first and watched her graceful body undulate to the rhythm of my caresses. Her lips pressed on my nipple and I felt the suction. I could feel that my hand was controlling everything. When I moved my fingers slowly both her body movements and the suction of her mouth slowed as well. When I speeded up, her body and her lips kept time. I realized that I was playing her like a musical instrument. Julia was not entirely lying passive. Her hands reached out and started fondling my legs. She had a fascination with Sara's calves and stroked and even kissed them every time she had a chance. I remembered that she had done the same to Mom's legs our week in New York. Not that I minded in the least. Mom's legs and Sara's legs welcomed the attention. And I must say that I thought that Sara's legs were very sexy. Especially when they pressed on my butt, pulling my prick into her cunt. So I welcomed Julia's hands caressing my legs. Soon the milk in my breast was exhausted. The rum punch had taken most of my supply. Time to shift her to my right breast. I slowly removed my left breast from her mouth and repositioned myself so that she could nurse from my right breast. As I did so Julia said in a very matter of fact voice, "You can make me cum now. I'm really ready." She latched on to my right nipple and sucked it and the entire areola into her mouth. I resumed stroking her cunt. My fingers worked a bit more rapidly and Julia's body kept time. Soon I was finger fucking her as fast as I could move my hand. By this time her whole body was quivering out of control. My other hand found her clit. I moved my fingers back and forth on the little nub like strumming the string of a tiny guitar. Julia's legs danced, her hips moved, she spasmed and came. And that was it. Seconds after cumming Julia sat up in bed and said "Thank you, dear. I had a wonderful climax. Now tell me exactly what I looked like when I orgasmed." "Julia, you always look beautiful. But never more so than when you cum. You start out by lying still. When I start fingering your cunt, you begin to move your hips to meet my hand and your muscles start to get tense. Sometimes your hand plays with your boobies, clutching them and squeezing the nipples. Your breasts become pink and engorged and the nipples get really hard. I couldn't see what your cunt looked like but I could feel your pussy lips and clit get swollen. When you get really into it, your body movements become more pronounced. "You start to move from side to side and your legs start to twitch. Then they start a little dance. You take a few deep breaths, then your whole body starts to shake and it gets hard for me to keep my fingers in your cunt. Just before you cum, you tense up, your hips rise and your back arches. Then you whole body gets stiff for a second just as you orgasm. I love to make you climax. You look so beautiful." "That was a very good description, Steve. I always wondered exactly what I looked like when I came. When I looked at your face after you saw Sara giving me a climax the other day, I couldn't tell what you were thinking. I'd hoped that you weren't grossed out. But now I think you liked seeing me cum. Someday I want to set up a video camera and take a picture of myself having a climax. The coach used to do that when we had batting practice in softball. You can see everything you are doing wrong. Besides, it would be such a turn on to see yourself getting fucked. I would watch it over and over again. Maybe I can train myself to be even better for you in bed." "Now," said Julia, "I'm going to do it to you. Lie down and let me eat your tasty cunt." She was still giving instructions to her lab experiment partner. But what could I do but agree. It was Julia's way. It may have been an experiment to Julia but it was pure heaven to me. Her mouth sucked, her tongue probed. Her hands on my ass pulled us together in the most carnal way. During a brief moment when she removed her face from my cunt to catch a breath, she said, again in a totally conversational voice, "I love the way your pussy tastes Sara. I mean Steve. It tastes just as good as your Mom's. I'm going to slow down a bit so I don't make you cum too soon. I want to eat you all night." But that couldn't be. A few more minutes of Julia's cunt licking and my body spasmed, my legs turned rigid, droplets of milk spewed from my nipples, and I exploded in a climax. "That was nice," said Julia, "but I guess I won't be able to suck your cunt for a while." "No you won't. Unless you want to reduce me to a quivering blob of jelly. Then you could eat me with a spoon." "Just as well," said Julia. "When you catch your breath, it's question time. Remember, you promised to answer all my questions." "OK, Julia, but first I think that I'll have a glass of wine as a restorative. And no more tit milk for you. Little Ben may wake up soon and I think he will want all I can supply." So in a few minutes Julia and I were sitting on the big bed, backs against the head board, sipping from wine glasses. She got to ask her questions as we agreed. She had one arm around my waist and our legs were draped over each other. "I've always wanted to know what the difference is between a man's orgasm and a woman's orgasm. Which do you like better? Tell the truth now." As she said that I felt her hand slip between my legs. My cunt was still juicy from Julia's sucking and her middle and forefinger entered easily. Her thumb rested on my clit. I guess she was serious about the Chinese sexual lie detector. I thought for a moment. "Julia, an orgasm is an orgasm, man or woman. When you are having one your body reacts almost automatically, you lose control, and you spasm in pleasure. But there are differences. It's all in the way you get there. For a man, most of the fun is in the chase. For me, I enjoy getting my hands on the girl, on you, holding you, kissing you, feeling you up, touching and then kissing your breasts, and finally getting my prick into your cunt. Except for the last part most of the pleasure is mental. "I enjoy making you squirm and lose control under me until your actions demand that I fuck you. My favorite part is making you climax. Sure I enjoy the feeling in my prick. I also like the body hugs, the kisses and even when you caress or suck my nipples but most of the physical feeling comes from my cock. But making me cum is easy. I can have a climax with a simple hand job, or a blow job or real honest intercourse." "But when I make love as a woman it is all different. Most of the time getting me to have an orgasm is harder. I have to be worked into it by gentle touches on my body, by kisses, by stroking my breasts in just the right way, by caressing my legs and finally by very gently fingering my cunt. "Only then, am I ready to be fucked. But unlike sex as a man, the buildup to female sex is usually quite physically pleasurable. It's not all in the mind. In fact my body can be raised almost to the point of orgasm when I'm barely awake. And a lot of physical sensations, not really intended to be sexual, can make me want to have a climax. A good massage, for example, will get my juices flowing. Even little Ben nursing on my nipples will do it." "So which do I like better? It's hard to say. I like the total physical involvement of the female orgasm better, especially when the right person does it, but I like the feeling of control that makes a woman go crazy with desire and have a full blown climax under me. So it all depends. When I'm in a man's body, as Steve, I like to be the fucker, but now as Sara, I like to be the fuckee." "Then again, I can't really be objective about whether I liked male or female sex better. Remember, for years I was a man trapped in a woman's body. Except for one short period in my life when I felt entirely like a woman I had both the male and female responses simultaneously. When I made love to Mom's body, I enjoyed doing everything to a woman that a young man would do. I liked feeling my body up, playing with my breasts and finger fucking my cunt. "It excited me to know that I could do anything I wanted to the sexiest woman of my dreams. I loved fucking my Mommy. What man wouldn't? But at the same time, I felt all the sensations of my love making in Mom's body. I had a young lover pawing me all over, admiring and loving my breasts, sucking my tits, and finger fucking me to repeated climaxes. Except for actual penetration with a hard cock, I had both sets of feelings at the same time." "So the real answer is when I switch back to Steve, I'm going to want to fuck your brains out. I want you to gasp and squirm and flail about and have a mind blowing orgasm. But tomorrow, as Sara, after we rest up a bit I want you to hug my body, and play with my tits and suck my cunt and make me gasp and squirm and flail about and give me a mind blowing orgasm. Does that make everything clear?" "Perfectly clear," said Julia. "You just like fucking and getting fucked. But what did you mean when you said that for one period you felt entirely like a woman? What happened then?" "It happened when you and Sara were at college. It was almost five years since Mom had deserted us. I had given birth to Stephanie and I had resigned myself to being a woman for the rest of my life. I still enjoyed having sex with myself but I missed the physical contact with other people. I enrolled as an auditor in Professor Brian Milner' physics class at your college. He seemed to like me. I had a front row seat and I kept teasing him by crossing and uncrossing my legs and wearing low cut blouses. I thought it was fun but it seemed to drive him crazy. He asked me to come to his office, confessed that he was obsessed by my Mom's body, and then he tried to rape me. Actually he never got the chance. I decided from the moment I stepped into his office that I would make him fuck me. I helped him strip off my clothes and showed him how to make love to me in a way that would give us the most pleasure. Hardly a rape at all. I had my way with him. We started dating and he fucked me several times almost every night. He had a great cock and he knew how to use it. I completely forgot that I was a man inside. I loved getting fucked by Brian so much that I would have gladly stayed a woman for the rest of my life just to have him make love to me regularly. But all things end. Brian's work permit ran out at the end of the year and he had to return to England. It broke both our hearts." "So you're the one!" Julia exclaimed. "All the girls in the science program had a bit of a crush on Professor Milner. He even flirted with some of my friends. But all of a sudden he seemed to lose interest in us. We figured that he might have found a girlfriend closer to his own age. Well, how was he?" "He was great Julia. A world class fucker. But now that I'm back Steve's body again, I remember the whole incident as a pleasant but never to be repeated dream." My answer to her questions seemed to satisfy Julia because she finger fucked me a few strokes and rubbed her thumb across my clit. She knew exactly what to do. It felt so good that I gave a few gasps of pleasure. I was determined to give her good answers to keep her doing what she was doing. Damned clever these Chinese. "Now for another question, As a man, what does it feel like when you masturbate? You know what I mean, do you rub your prick until you cum." "Well, Julia, that's just about what I do. Do you remember that first day at the beach. You grabbed my prick, then asked what made it hard. I didn't have time to answer because just your touch made it hard. Most young men's pricks will get hard from any kind of touching, from the friction of tight pants, from reading about sex or looking at porn, or just from thinking about it. Accidental erections are the curse of the teen age boy. "There were times in high school when I couldn't stand up because I had a huge hard on from simply looking at a girl across the room. I remember when you were assigned as my lab partner, I had to stand on the other side of the workbench to hide my erection. Thank you for taking me swimming at the beach or I think I might have embarrassed us both." "What would you have done?" asked Julia. "Try to fuck me on the lab table?" "Probably not, but I'm sure I might have done something equally stupid. Anyway, at the beach all you did was rub my penis a few times and I came. With men it's not complicated. It starts like a sexy itch on the cock that makes you want to rub it. The more you rub it, the stronger it gets and the harder your cock becomes. Then it transforms into an intense sexual urge. You have to continue rubbing your cock until you spew cum all over your hand. The sensation just before you cum is a real peak. "I find it much more intense than a female climax but much shorter lived. After you cum you drop back to normal very quickly. Your penis gets soft. You wipe yourself off and you go about your business. The whole thing takes just a few minutes and it's all over. Sometimes when there is a beautiful girl like you involved you can stay hard for another round but most of the time you need a while to rest up. Is that a good enough answer?" "Very good," said Julia. "There are times when I wished I had a cock instead of a cunt. I would love to fuck Sara. And even you, Steve, when you are Sara" Her fingers kept moving in my cunt and I was beginning to get really hot. "But even when I wish for a cock to fuck Sara, I'm thankful that you have one, Steve. I enjoy having you inside me. I've loved it since high school. If it wasn't for the fact that you and Sara are so deeply in love I would lock you in the bedroom and make you fuck me four or five times every day." Julia must have been getting excited because her hand in my cunt started moving faster. It was all I could do to think, much less answer questions. "Now my last question. What does it feel like to lick your own titties, and even suck milk from them? My own tits aren't big enough to get the nipple to my mouth. I mean, the nipples feel good when I play with them in bed. I can get them hard and roll them and flick them but I can't quite bend my head down or raise my tits up enough to get more than just a casual lick. I would love to be able to feast on them like you can do." "Julia, I don't really know how to answer that. The only woman's bodies I have been in, Mom's and Sara's, both have had big enough breasts to make sucking the nipples easy. That's a question you better ask Sara when she comes back and see if she remembers how it was when she was younger. As for me, when I first switched with Mom, I played around with her nipples just to feel what it was like. I thought that it was an extremely erotic experience. But it might have been the novelty of a teen boy having a big set of boobs as a plaything. It certainly felt good when I stroked my nipples. "I'll bet you know all about that. But apart from the good feeling I thought that having big breasts were a handicap. How could you play sports with those big mounds on your chest? Then Mom showed me that big breasts had their compensations. She showed me that I could raise her boobies up to my mouth and lick and suck them. I didn't know that women ever sucked themselves. The first time I did it I almost had a climax on the spot. But after a while, the novelty faded even though the sensations remained. It's sort of like trying to tickle yourself. Someone else can do it to you and you can't control the laughter, but it's hard to do to yourself. That's what boob sucking is like. I just love it when you do it to me but it's a bit less exciting when I do it to myself. I still like it though." "Now about milk. It was fantastic to be able to suck milk from my own tits. A lot of women think it is gross, like licking your own pussy juices or if you're a man, tasting your own cum. But I loved it. How could it be bad if nature intended if for babies? It is supposed to taste good so babies will like it. When I was in Mom's body both Sara and I relished the taste of her milk. And the milk from Sara's tits tastes almost the same. Remember those delicious rum punches? I enjoy the feeling of milk flowing out of my body." "But to be frank it doesn't make much difference that it goes to. Ben sucks me, of course, for food. And you and Steve, when he is back in his own body, suck me for pleasure. And as Sara, I suck myself simply because I like it. But it's just a temporary thing. Sara will probably have to let her breasts dry up in a few months so we all better enjoy it while we can. I intend to give these boobies a really good workout until Sara gets back home." "Don't worry Julia. Some day you may have a baby of your own. If you decide to breast feed it you can make up your own mind about mother's milk. And if you do breast feed, I want to be first in line, after the baby, to sample your milk." "I would love that. If I ever breast feed I'll be sure to save enough for you and Sara. But I can't think of any more questions to ask right now," said Julia. "Do you have anything you want to ask me?" I thought for a moment, then I said, "Julia, I've noticed that you got very turned on by Mom's body and that you have a thing for Sara. But I don't think you are a lesbian. What makes you so sexually attracted to Mom and Sara? What about our bodies makes you want to love them?" "I guess it all goes back to when I was a girl," said Julia. "I was sort of a tomboy. I loved sports and exercised a lot. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw the body of an athlete. I looked nice but I didn't have many curves. Do you remember how I looked nude at the lake? Hardly like the pictures in Playboy at all. I knew that you liked me and our sex was enjoyable but I felt that I was just a good friend. I prayed that I would grow up to get real tits, a nice ass, and beautiful legs. Then I felt that you would really love me. But as you can see, it didn't happen quite the way I wanted." "Every night before I went to bed I would examine myself to see if I had matured any more. My legs were getting better. Running does that, but nothing much was happening to my tits and ass. I would kneel on my bed and look at my legs. The nicest parts seemed to be my thighs and calves. They were full and sort of muscular. So I finger fucked myself while I stroked my legs and pretended they belonged to the Playboy Bunny I hoped to become." "When I was with your Mom in New York, I guess you remember that since it was really you, I saw the woman of my fantasies. She had the body I always wanted. I knew I could never have breasts like hers, certainly not without three children, but maybe I could hope for her legs. I loved her beautiful legs. Mine looked like they belonged to a runner, hers to a Broadway showgirl. Your Mom's legs looked like those I desperately wanted for my own. I'm sure you remember how much I caressed and played with those legs when I wasn't sucking your Mom's cunt." "Anyway, Sara has gotten to look just like your Mom. I love her big boobies. Some women, including me, enjoy sucking on tits as much as men. And, of course I like to eat out her cunt. Her juices taste as good as your Mom's. It's even better when we go 69. But I get really turned on by her gorgeous legs. If I can hold and kiss her calf while she sucks me, I'm really in heaven. It's my girlish fantasy come true. It's almost as good as having you really fuck me - I like that best but loving Sara is a close second." One nice thing about Julia is that she didn't equivocate about her sexual desires. She usually said exactly what she was thinking. Julia's response to my question seemed to turn her on even more. Her moving fingers in my cunt sped up and she used her other hand to roll and rub my clit. Then in a quick motion she bent over and planted her mouth right in my crotch. She sucked and tongued and chewed. I was so primed to cum that I orgasmed in less than a minute. It was a main event climax. I shook, I writhed, my hips rose and fell, my legs vibrated and got rigid, and my back arched so violently that I almost bounced Julia's mouth off my pussy. "See," said Julia. "I told you the Chinese sex torture always works." "I'm exhausted Julia. Now can we go to sleep? I'll have to feed Ben in a few hours and get Stephanie off to school. Then we can make love as much as we want until Sara gets back. I told Sara that I would have an orgy with her body and she agreed if she could masturbate with my cock as much as she wanted. After we switch back I'd like to give you a good male fuck if my penis is not too worn out." "I'd like that too, Steve. What I'd really like is for you to try to give me that baby. But, I guess that can't be." Julia gave me a long kiss. We put our arms around each other and drifted off to sleep. We awoke early the next morning. Ben was hungry and I fed him while Julia looked on. Julia didn't seem her usual cheerful self that morning and hardly said a word. She seemed to be buried in thought. Stephanie ate her usual big breakfast and prattled about all the things she would do at school that day. Neither of them realized that I was not really Sara so I guess the first part of my loving wife's strategy worked fine. Ben crawled around the house, played with a few toys and then decided to take his usual mid-morning nap. The moment he was asleep, Julia jumped me. "Take off all your clothes," she demanded. "I'm going to give Sara's body a workout that she will remember." She pushed me into the bedroom and disrobed me. Actually I wasn't wearing much more than a T shirt and shorts so it was an easy task. As she undressed me, she stripped off her own clothes. I was astounded. This wasn't the quiet, almost passive Julia that I knew. Her face was a mask of lust. Her eyes had an animal intensity. Julia literally dragged me to the bed by pulling on my tits as reins. "Sara likes to be milked," she said. "Now I'm going to milk her tits until they fall off." She flopped down on her back and pulled me over her. Her mouth found one of my nipples and her powerful suction emptied what was left of my morning milk supply. It wasn't a gentle nursing. Her hands clamped together near the top of my breast and pressed tightly all the way down to the tip. Just as she said, she was milking me like a farm animal, like a cow, squeezing and chewing to get the last drops of milk. When the first tit was exhausted, she switched to the other. I was completely drained. Her fingers hurt me as she brutally pulled my nipples down, squeezing with almost manic intensity to get the last drops. "My breasts are empty, Julia. You are hurting me. Please stop." Julia continued to strip my tits, squeezing her fingers tightly around them. Her fingers sunk into the flesh as she pulled down to the tips. She grasped the areolae and nipples and tugged them hard, repeating on each breast at least a dozen times. I could see my tits turning blood red from the abuse. My nipples were swollen and exquisitely painful. After she convinced herself that I was empty, Julia rolled me over onto my stomach. Sara and Julia were about the same weight, but Julia was strong and athletic. She could bench press over 100 pounds. When she helped me in the vineyard, she could easily carry 40 to 50 pound lugs of grapes. Even with me in Sara's body, Julia could do just about whatever she wanted. I was being brutally raped by a woman with the strength of a man. She straddled one of my legs, shoved the back of the leg to her cunt, and began moving her body back and forth on it between the knee and the ankle. Her hands pressed her full weight on my butt so that I couldn't raise my body. She was masturbating herself on my leg, making certain that the full calf pressed right on her clitoris. Last night Julia had told me that she was attracted to Sara's sexy legs, particularly Sara's shapely calves. Now she demonstrated it. She was using Sara's leg as a masturbation appliance. The muscular, fleshy calf massaged her clit as she moved her body up and down the leg. Julia spasmed to a quick orgasm then changed her position. She flipped me over again as easy as turning a baby and started eating my cunt. I felt her strong hands pull apart my pussy lips and her tongue drive into my vagina. She sucked, chewed, massaged. I tried to resist but my unwilling body responded. Within a few minutes of her attack I began to feel the inevitable rise to a sexual climax. I tried to stop it but she held me down, driving her tongue into me and sucking and chewing my clitoris until I came. It didn't matter to Julia that I had a climax. She kept eating me out. She chewed my pussy lips and bit my clit. Her hands reached up and started mauling my tits again using her full strength, twisting my nipples, stretching my breasts as hard away from my body as they would go. I felt tearing pains as if she was ripping me apart. Inarticulate sounds came out of my throat. "Oh God, Julia. Stop it! You're hurting me!" I heard myself screaming but despite the pain I shuddered to another orgasm. None of this was voluntary on my part. Julia was simply using me for whatever she wanted. I hated what she was doing. I was angry with her and especially with myself. My own body was betraying me. Julia's abuse had forced me to two unwanted orgasms. By this time my abused body seemed unable to differentiate between torture and sex. I must have been a bit of a masochist. But how could Julia do this to me? We were so close last night. "Julia, why are you raping me like this? I thought we were best friends. I would make love to you any way you wanted. Why are you doing this?" The last was almost a cry. I was Steve, but at the moment Julia was in complete control and she could do what she wanted to me. She was in a frenzy. I was being used simply as a sex object. She flipped my body back and forth at will. She pulled and twisted my tits unmercifully, bit my nipples, stuck her fingers in all my openings, masturbated on my legs, and sucked and chewed all my secret parts. Sara's body was reluctantly reacting to this involuntary sexual abuse but as Steve I felt totally violated. There was nothing I could do to stop her. Most frustrating, I couldn't understand the reason for the assault. It was over in about an hour. Julia had brutally raped and dominated me, sucked me, masturbated with my body, and forced me to climaxes. Suddenly she stopped. She collapsed on the bed next to me and started crying. Her body was wracked with sobs. Despite her attack, I still loved her and my heart went out to her. I put my arms around her and held her quivering body close. It took some time before she calmed down. "OH, Steve, Please forgive me. I love you and Sara so much, but I'm so angry and jealous of Sara. You can switch with Sara and share an intimacy that I can never know. I don't understand what came over me. I just wanted to get back at Sara this morning. I know you said that we could do anything we wanted to each other but I lay awake last night thinking about what we couldn't do. We can never have that baby together. "You won't ever be able to suck milk out of my tit. You married Sara but you fucked me first. I let dozens of guys fuck me at college but I've never been able to cum with any man but you. You are my best friend and my true love. You are the only man who has ever made me feel like a woman. Why couldn't I have been the one to have the baby? Will you ever forgive me?" I held her in my arms, her head against my naked breast, stroking her back and shoulders for a long time. "Julia, I understand how you feel. I'm mad at you right now because you hurt me but I'll get over it. But, of course, I forgive you. I know how upset you must have felt. I've always loved you and Sara in different ways. She is, believe it or not, the father of Stephanie and the mother of Ben. You are my best friend, my first sexual partner, and a wonderful woman, I get drunk on sex with Sara. Because she is my twin, she is my emotional soul mate. But I get nourished and fulfilled by sex with you. "I think that you, Sara, and I are destined to be together. I don't see how I could live without either of you. And even if you don't believe it now, I know that someday in the future, you will have a lovely baby and that Sara and I will drink milk from your beautiful breasts." Julia raised her head and looked at me with tear filled eyes. "Thank you for forgiving me. I just don't know what came over me. I promise I won't do it again." She became aware that her head was cradled against my breast. "I hope I didn't hurt your titties. I must have grabbed them pretty hard. I think that I was so angry that I wanted to rip them off." "They seem to be OK, Julia. My Mom once told me that titties are tough." I said. "Babies tug and suck and bite on them all the time. Sara might feel a little sore tomorrow but right now they feel OK." It was a lie. My whole body hurt. My breasts felt like they were on fire. But I had a moment of realization that Julia needed reassurance more than I needed painkillers. I cradled Julia's head against my breast holding her close. I felt drops of wetness on my lap. Julia was crying. *** Sara, as Steve, returned early in the afternoon. He kissed and hugged me, embraced the children and patted Julia on the butt. Then she sat down to tell us her story. "I went to the publisher's office "Annex Books" for my meeting. There were half a dozen people, editors, artists, and, of course, Mr. Waterbottom, the executive publisher himself. There were a few more people in the back of the room. An older man, and a couple of secretaries. Waterbottom greeted me and then we got down to the nitty gritty of adapting my stories to book length. During the conversation Waterbottom said that he was glad that the stories were written by a man. Woman authors, he felt, were vapid and unsubstantial. They let their ovaries control their writing. Every so often he uttered a similar snide remark. The meeting dragged on for some time, his attitude getting more and more bitter. Finally I was fed up. Even getting a book in print was hardly worth putting up with all that woman hating crap." "I rose to my feet and told him that the stories were actually written by my twin sister. I was there only because she couldn't make the meeting. To his surprise, I told him that I was no longer interested in having him publish my stories and I started to leave the room. On the way out, the older gentleman who had been sitting in the back of the room approached me and asked to have a few words." "He told me that he was sorry for what happened but not to be discouraged. He was one of the directors of McMillian, the big New York publisher. He was on a trip to California to scout out small publishing houses for eventual purchase. Then he asked me if my sister was the S. Hemingway who had recent published stories in the Atlantic and the New Yorker. I admitted that she, that is I, was. My wife is a fan of hers, he said. And so are many of the other women of his acquaintance. "In fact, they would like to publish a collection of the stories themselves. It was too late in New York at the moment, but he would have his office fax Sara an author's contract the next day to look over. I was overjoyed. I shook his hand in a "gentleman's" agreement and we parted on very good terms. Then I went back to the hotel, had a couple of drinks and a good night's sleep and here I am." We sat around chatting about her trip and the sights of the big city for another hour. Finally I had a chance to get Sara alone. "We've got to talk about our relationship with Julia before we switch. But first, what condition is my cock in?" "I didn't get to use it as much as I thought I would," said Sara. "I only wanked a couple of times, once in the morning and once just before I went to sleep. You really do have great climaxes." "OK, here's the deal. Julia confessed that she is in love with Steve and always has been. She loves you too Sara so she is very conflicted. The fact that we can switch makes her even more disturbed. She desperately wants a baby by Steve but she doesn't want to hurt our relationship." "She knows that we switched yesterday. Julia and I made gentle love last night and everything seemed to be fine. After I fell asleep she spent much of the night feeling sorry for herself and jealous of you. This morning she raped me. Not a normal fuck but a brutal rape. She forced me to a couple of orgasms that I didn't want, masturbated by rubbing my legs against her cunt and stripped milk from my tits. Then she broke down and cried. I hurt physically but she was totally miserable. She says that she loves us both but she just wanted to hurt Sara for taking Steve. She confessed that she can only get normal sexual fulfillment with Steve. He is the only man that can make her cum. She says that she has known that since high school. She told me that she has tried sex with a lot of other guys but was never able to have a climax. She desperately wants to have a baby but she wants Steve to give it to her." "Julia is a much more complicated and conflicted person than we thought. We will have to work this all out later. But if my cock is in good shape, I would like you to get her alone this afternoon and give her the fucking of a lifetime. Screw her until she can't stand. She needs a good fuck desperately. I'll take care of the kids and put them to bed and we can switch back late in the evening." Sara came over and kissed me. "I'll see what I can do about Julia. But don't worry, I won't wear down your cock too badly. I want to use it on you tonight." I played with the children, fed Stephanie, nursed Ben with painful nipples, and got them ready for bed. Sara and Julia had disappeared into Julia's room at the other end of the house. I didn't have to wonder much about what they were doing. I only hoped that Steve's cock would not be too tired to use on me late that night. After the children were in bed I looked at the clock. It was only 8 p.m. I knew that Sara and Julia would be at it for a couple of more hours. At least I hoped so. Julia really needed the release. I decided to go to bed early and read the accumulated magazines. I rarely got a chance to go through them and now I would have an hour or two to catch up. I poured myself a glass of wine, one of the good ones that we keep for ourselves. Before I got into bed, I looked at myself in the mirror, or rather I should say I looked at Sara's body in the mirror. The slit in her nightgown gave a good glimpse of leg. She does have gorgeous legs, I thought. Especially those perfect dancer's calves. I can't say that I blame Julia for masturbating with them. I fluffed the pillows, adjusted the reading light, and crawled into bed, a pile of magazines by my side. As I moved into position on the bed, I felt a pain in by breast. Julia had used me very hard that morning. Sara's breasts were engorged. I had fed Ben only an hour ago but he didn't take much. Now Sara's breasts had already refilled. I saw the shadows of my large, dark nipples beneath my nightgown, and watched as they became even more erect. They seemed almost surrealistically huge in profile, standing straight out from my tits. A sensation of fullness swept through my breasts, localizing beneath my nipples; then, after a few seconds, an intense feeling of warmth bathed my rigid teats. My nipples were leaking. Dark wet stains spread on my nightgown around the nipples and expanded very rapidly downwards and outwards. My nipples were now clearly visible through the soaked, sheer fabric of my gown. I lowered my nightgown to take a look at my breasts. There were finger bruises all over the surface. The brown areolas seemed in good shape although there were a couple of tooth marks around the outside. But my nipples were huge, swollen bigger than I had ever seen them. Julia had pulled on my tits and milked me hard, painfully hard. She had almost ripped my titties off. My abused nipples had been stretched with all of Julia's strength and they were badly swollen and extremely sensitive to touch. I hoped that the deformity was not permanent. But right now my breasts were filling up. The pressure of my milk was getting uncomfortable. A couple of gentle sucks would make it feel better. Sara was pounding Julia with my prick so she couldn't help me relieve the pressure. I had two unwanted orgasms this morning and Sara was certain to have one tonight so we couldn't switch for a while. I would have to empty my breasts myself. I raised one of Sara's engorged mammaries toward my face. I ran my tongue around the areola and lightly licked the enlarged nipple. My tongue's' soft touch was soothing. I flicked the nipple back and forth with the end of my tongue and then softly wrapped my lips around it. The milk literally gushed into my mouth almost faster than I could swallow. Even with the pain in my breasts, making and sucking my own milk still excited me. I lay my head back on the pillow, breast in my mouth, softly sucking my bounty. The feeling was intensely erotic. I could feel my cunt start to twitch. I'm not even touching it and I think that I'm going to have a spontaneous orgasm. But I don't want another climax now. My body feels fucked out. I just want to relieve the fullness in my breast and go to sleep. Now the other breast needs attention. The sensations in my cunt are getting even stronger. Every suck feels as if an unseen hand is stroking my clit. In my mind I've convinced myself that if I stop sucking my tits would burst. Julia, what did you do to me? Sara, where are you when I need you? I'm going to have to empty my breasts alone. I feel that I'm slipping down the slope to orgasm and I can't stop it. My body is shaking. I can't stop my hips from moving. My legs are beating a dance on the bed. You can fuck yourself with them any time Julia if you can help me now. I can feel my legs getting tense. I know I'm going to cum soon and I can't help it. I can feel the jolts of pleasure spreading from my tits and legs to my cunt. I'm all on fire. I can feel my pussy exploding. It's engulfing me. I've become nothing but a throbbing cunt that's going to cum. My whole body is spasming, my hips heave, my legs squeeze together and all my muscles contract, my back arches. I don't want to stop it anymore. I want to cum. I need to cum. I'm going to cum RIGHT NOW. I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! My climax seemed to go on forever. I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! My head collapsed back against the pillow and I shut my eyes. Sara came into the room an hour later to find me asleep, the musk of orgasm in the air, both breasts hanging out of her nightgown, still dripping milk from enormously engorged nipples. *** Sara put her arms around me and kissed me awake. "I'm not going to ask you what happened." she said. "Julia told me all about it between bouts of crying. I did as you asked and fucked her silly but in between fucks we spent most of the evening talking. She really needed a good male fuck but she needed to talk more. Julia really loves Steve to distraction and she is jealous of Sara. But she also loves Sara. She just doesn't know what to do. I asked if she wanted to live somewhere else but she said that she would die if we made her leave. So we will have to think up some other solution." Sara took a good look at my, really her, tits. "Wow, what did she do to make them look like that? She never told me that part. Do they hurt?" "I don't think Julia intended to do any damage Sara. But she milked me like a farm animal and tried to strip all the milk out of your breasts. She pulled the nipples so hard I thought that they might come off. They hurt and they are very swollen but I can still feel them and milk still comes out. They are very sensitive though. You will have to be gentle with them for the next few days." Sara looked around the room. "What happened here? It looks like you had an orgy. Did you do this all yourself?" "When you went off with Julia I decided to go to bed early and catch up on some reading. You can see the magazines on the floor. My breasts felt bloated when I got into bed even though I had fed Ben only an hour before. I could see milk leaking out of the nipples. You weren't here to help me so I decided to suck some of the milk out myself. I sucked on a big swollen nipple. It felt extremely tender. My cunt started to feel like someone was touching it but I was all alone and I had both hands on my breast. The more I sucked the more my cunt got excited. It was like there was a wire directly from my tit to my cunt. It felt like someone was kissing and licking my cunt. When I relieved the fullness of one tit I started on the other. By this time It was almost as if I was being fucked by a phantom prick. "I had the feeling that I was going to cum long before it happened but I was determined to empty the breast. I could sense myself going through the initial stages of an orgasm, legs, hips, shakes. All the works. I could tell that I was building up to it. I knew I would cum. I couldn't stop it. And then I did it. A massive orgasm. I know I should have waited for you - I'm so sorry." Sara kissed me again. "Well," she said, "I had a couple of climaxes with Julia and you obviously had a big one with yourself so we can't switch until tomorrow anyway. I'll just crawl into bed with you and hold you. We can think about what we will do without messed up lives in the morning." Sara undressed and got into bed. He turned out the light and held me close. I was just about to fall asleep when I felt his mouth close on one of my gigantic nipples. "Maybe if I lick these a while the swelling will go down." He licked and sucked and I felt the twinge in my cunt again. "My cunt is getting excited just like before. Just from the sucking. Do you think that there is something wrong with me?" "Maybe this will help." I felt his fingers spread my pussy lips and rub some of the moisture all over the outside. He gently parted my cunt lips with the head of his erect cock, then shoved it in all the way to the hilt. "My body has wanted to do that to your body ever since I came home this afternoon. Since we can't switch back right away, let's just fuck." The sensations were just like they were when I was sucking my engorged nipple except Steve's prick was doing a great job in my cunt. The body, the hips, the legs all went through their pre-orgasmic cycle. As before my whole consciousness seemed to be concentrated in my cunt. It grew and engulfed my psyche. There was no Sara anymore, just Sara's cunt. I knew I was about to cum before I did. I could feel it grow and grow to earthshaking proportions. I'm going to cum NOW, I thought. I heard myself screaming in Sara's voice as the world exploded "YES, YES, YES!" I went over the edge again for the second time that night. Just like before, it seemed to last an eternity. "YES! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" Then both of us fell dead asleep. *** The next morning my breasts were exquisitely painful. Like a sprain or a strain, it doesn't hurt so much the moment you are injured but the following day, when the swelling is at its peak, it really hurts. I couldn't bear to touch them or have any clothes rub against them. Nor could I even contemplate breast feeding Ben. Avoiding nursing Ben wasn't too difficult. He was well on the way to weaning himself. I bottle fed him with some of the surplus milk that Sara had thoughtfully stored in the refrigerator and shoveled a few spoonful's of Gerber's pureed baby food in his mouth. That more than satisfied him. Julia avoided me. Whenever we came face to face, she had an ashamed look on her face. I tried to be warm and loving but Julia well knew that she was the cause of my suffering and could do nothing to help. I could see that Julia's guilt was going to be a problem. After Sara came home that evening from a day of impersonating Steve at the winery, we ate our usual meal and out the children to bed. Then we retired to our room to get ready for our switch. "Sara," I said, "we will have to be very careful tonight. My tits hurt terribly and I can't bear to have anyone touch them. You will know all about it tomorrow. I know how much you like playing with my breasts but if you do, I will probably start crying in agony. In fact, I don't think my body is up to having an orgasm tonight. I feel that I'm having some of the symptoms of post-rape trauma that we read about on the internet. Why don't I just give you a climax and you can do the switch when you cum." "How do you want to do it?" Sara asked. "Just let me get my hands on that beautiful penis and I'll take it from there." We cuddled in bed for a while, holding each other close. Eventually my hands found their way to his large cock and started gently stroking. After a minute or so it grew hard. What to do now? I could just give him a hand job but that seemed so impersonal after the events of the last two days. We were passionate lovers as well as siblings. So I bent over and took his cock in my mouth. It was my own cock and I would give myself a blow job that I would long remember. The cockhead was huge. I could barely wrap my lips around it but I pushed and got a good length in my mouth. My hands were on the shaft, gripping tightly. I tongued all around the head with special attention to the very sensitive area at the bottom of the tip. I knew I liked to touch this when I played with myself. What better area to lick when giving my own cock a blow job. I moved my head back and forth slightly, pretending my mouth was a small cunt, scraping my teeth slightly over the surface. Steve's body started to respond by fucking my mouth. Pre-cum started to leak from the hole in the tip and I licked it up eagerly. I loved the taste of my pre-cum. It was slightly salty, like thick tears. I used to lick it off my fingers when I masturbated. I sucked the cock to get still more. By this time Steve's body was moving violently but I just kept up stroking and sucking. "I'm going to cum soon. Do you want me to take it out?" "Not a chance, it's my cock and I'm going to give it the full treatment." I put my arm around his ass and pulled him even closer. By this time he was quivering. Finally I felt a strong spasm and a torrent of hot cum shot into my mouth. It was almost more than I could handle but I swallowed it eagerly. The flavor was stronger than pre-cum, more astringent, and the texture was thicker. To my mind, it was delicious, strangely addicting. Of course it was my cum, from my own body, but I still loved it. The moment Steve came I felt the wedge and our bodies switched. Sara's lips were wrapped around my still stiff cock. A little cum had dribbled out of the side of her mouth and I watched her lips lick up the last drops. "You taste great, Big Brother, but my tits hurt like blazes. I'm going to have to give them a rest for at least a week. Can you hold out that long?" "I think I can Sara. But Ben is in for a long stint of bottle feeding. Don't worry. We'll manage." *** In the days that followed Sara's nipples receded in size a bit although they retained a degree of permanent erection. Julia apologized profusely, literally begging Sara to forgive her. And, of course, Sara did. She could empathize with Julia's jealous rage. In the back of her mind, I think that Sara realized that she probably would have acted in a similar fashion if the situation were reversed. Julia's fixation on me as a sexual partner seemed harder to understand. My penis was well within the normal range, perhaps a little larger than most but I was a little bigger than the average guy. But she and I lost our virginity to each other at an early age and continued as lovers for some time. We made love more on than 50 different occasions during our junior year in high school and we always had satisfactory climaxes. Sometimes two or three in a session. Knowing Julia, I am certain that she never faked an orgasm and I can assure you that I never did either. My cock was the first one she ever touched and she stroked me to the first male ejaculation she had ever seen. Perhaps, like a young swan, she imprinted on my body and forever after treated me as the object of her affection. Julia was definitely heterosexual, as were both Sara and I. Still Julia had no difficulty having a climax when Sara played with her cunt. Nor, apparently, did Julia have trouble giving herself an orgasm. I suspect that the reason Julia could never climax with her college lovers had nothing to do with physical stimulation but was all in her mind. Not that it made any difference. I was willing to fuck Julia any time she wanted. Sara enjoyed Julia as well. Apart from the rape incident, now fully forgiven, we all luxuriated in each other's company. As for Sara's nipples, I would say that they were now the size, and almost the color, of small Bing cherries. Much bigger than they had been prior to Julia's attack. Each beautiful tit resembled a large scoop of ice cream with a cherry on top. I teased her by remarking that the droplets of milk that emerged after a little breast play looked like a whipped cream topping and made her breasts resemble twin ice cream sundaes. Neither Sara nor I could resist ice cream. The enlarged nipples were hyper sensitive and Sara sometimes complained that rubbing them seemed to stimulate her clitoris. After Sara's nipples had healed, I noticed that she unconsciously let her fingers drift up to her chest while attending to something entirely different. We would sit together watching TV at the end of the day. Sara would run her fingers over the front of her sweater, seemingly to scratch a minor itch. Her fingers seemed to concentrate on the area near her nipples. By the end of the movie, and it didn't matter what the plot, she was usually so hot that she dragged me off to bed and fucked me silly. Sara soon found that there were both advantages and disadvantages in having such sensitive nipples. She learned that she could give herself a climax just by a protracted session of nipple play. I enjoyed watching her do it. I always got an erection watching her play with her tits. When we were lying nude in bed she often wet her finger with my pre-cum and used it to lubricate her nipples. Other times she would wet her nipples with saliva, or a little baby lotion. She held her breast with one hand and gently fingered her swollen nipple with other. Usually she propped her head up on a pillow so she could get a good look at what she was doing to her boobies. The sight of her fingers massaging her own nipple seemed to excite her as much as the physical sensation. After a minute or so of admiring her tit, Sara would run her fingers around and up and down the engorged nipple and tweak the tip. Then she swirled her fingers around the teat as if she were trying to pluck the cherry. Her fingers would become more aggressive, moving faster and faster. The nipple grew even larger and redder. Within a few minutes of pulling and twisting her nipple, she would start to lick her lips and gasp, making little incoherent sounds, never taking her eyes from the turgid end of her tit. Finally she laid her head back and started to moan softly. If she continued to fondle her nipples her body would start moving and she would go through all her pre- orgasmic stages. Eventually she shuddered to a small climax. If I was there, she stopped before climaxing and asked me to penetrate her and fuck her for real. Masturbation was fun, she said, but it was such a waste when a real cock was available. Although her hyper sensitive nipples were great for sex, Sara said that it made wearing sweatshirts or tank tops difficult. She could never dry her chest with a terry cloth tower after coming out of the shower. If she went for a jog without wearing a sports bra she claimed that the rubbing sweatshirt made her cum about three times a mile. It was a small climax but it was a climax nevertheless. After a while it became a bit of a standing joke with us. "How far did you run?" I would ask. "About six orgasms" she would respond. Julia continued to live with us although Sara and I could both tell that she was disturbed. She was great with the kids but she was not her usual optimistic self. Sara and I came up with a plan. Sara served as the spokesperson. "Julia, it is time for us to talk. We know that you feel uneasy living with us. But we don't fully understand why. I don't think it is the sex thing or difficulty with the children. Can you tell us what the problem is?" Julia said, "The main problem is that I don't think I really belong. I'm in love with Steve but I don't want to offend you because I love you too. I feel that I am always on probation. I always have to be on my best behavior. I can't be my real self, sulk when I'm sad, throw tantrums when I'm angry, laugh hysterically when I'm happy. It's like the way you have to behave when you're dating. I have no real equity in this household. You can throw me out at any time." Sara said, "That's very perceptive of you Julia. We think you have analyzed the situation well. So here is the plan. First, the vineyard is doing very well but Steve is over extended. He is an excellent manager and all the workers like him but the paper work takes too much of his time. What with the Federal forms and the state alcohol authorities and the sales receipts, he just doesn't have time to get out in the fields. We know that it's your strength so that if you are willing, as of tomorrow, you will be the finance manager of the vineyard. And to sweeten the offer, you become a full partner. You get one third ownership. How does that sound?" "Absolutely wonderful," said Julia. "Who do I have to fuck to thank?" "About the fucking. You don't have to fuck anyone. Whether you decide to live in this house is purely voluntary. It has nothing to do with the job. We need your mind, not your body. But fucking or not, we would love to have you as a part of our family. We love you dearly and the children love you. Our lives would be far less full without you." "So here is part two of our proposition. The State of California permits adult adoption. We would like to adopt you. That way you would be a permanent member of our family. You would legally be our daughter with all the rights that Stephanie and Ben have. We would all belong together. How does that sound?" For once Julia was totally silent. Tears clouded her eyes. She rushed over to us and hugged us both. "Thank you, thank you so much. I really belong somewhere. Thank you!" She wiped the tears from her eyes then smiled and asked, "Does that mean I have to call you Mommy and Daddy?" "No, not unless you want to." "Second question," said Julia. "When we have sex, does it become incest?" "Good question, Julia. We will just have to work that one out." *** So Sara, Julia, and I lived together. We had our share of arguments of course. Every family does. We usually ended with a makeup fuck, often the best kind of sex. Sara had to stop nursing when Ben was a year old. Basically he weaned himself, preferring baby applesauce to mother's milk. Sara remembered our "Goodbye to Milk" party with Mom and planned a repeat of the festivities. This time she was determined not to run out of the essential ingredient so she and Julia started collecting a full two weeks before the party date. She would milk herself, sometimes assisted by Julia, into a big bowl, pour it into a plastic bottle and then freeze it to keep it fresh. Over the two week period they managed to milk almost a gallon out of Sara's large tits. The night of the party we put the children to bed early and started drinking our special rum punches at about 8 p.m. Julia, who had developed quite considerable cooking skills, whipped up several milk based dishes. Each was washed down with another glass of punch. It was a delightful and joyous party. By 11 p.m. the dinner was finished and so were we. I had collapsed in the armchair and Sara was lying on the couch, in a semi-comatose state, her short skirt almost up to her waist, revealing her beautiful legs. Her low cut blouse was held closed only by one overworked button. Julia, whose boast about never getting drunk seemed true, was bustling about clearing the table. When she finished, she came over to me and handed me a glass. She also had one in her own hand. "There were two helpings of rum punch left, Big Daddy" she slurred. "Let's drink them then go over and play with Mommy Sara's tits and pussy. She is so wasted that she will appreciate anything we do to her. I want to end tonight's party with real incest sex." I sipped my glass of punch slowly, realizing that it was a vintage year and that I would probably never get another. Then I worked my way over the Sara and sat on the floor next to her head. She was certainly beautiful but In my condition I could hardly work up the energy to maintain an erection much less mount her. I would just have to sit here and watch Julia. Julia too was having problems. Although she appeared sober, she could barely control her motions. She made it over to the couch, then collapsed on the end opposite Sara. My eyes moved to Sara's almost open blouse. Just one button held it closed and that released its hold with a casual finger touch. The blouse opened and Sara's huge breasts spilled out. Her areolas were still large and chocolate colored, but the nipples! The nipples were like little balls of flesh. Each protruded nearly three quarters of an inch from Sara's breast. They were mementos of Julia's forceful and brutal milking. But, of course, I was the one who experienced the rape, not Sara. All Sara knew was what I told her so she had little personal emotional involvement. My anger at the way Julia had manhandled and used Sara's body had long faded. I remembered the incident now as a session of rough sex in which I was dominated and forced to multiple orgasms by an angry and aggressive partner. In retrospect I'm glad I experienced this side of Julia. It served as the catalyst for our new much more mature relationship. Sara had also come to grips with the results of Julia's rape. After the breast swelling went down she rather enjoyed her ultra-sensitive new nipples. They added another dimension to her sexual experience. Sara's doctor said that the connective tissue in the nipples had been stretched by excessive force and some of the enlargement was likely to be permanent. He wasn't sure but he believed that a side effect of the nipple damage was to alter Sara's nervous system so that her brain confused nipple stimulation with stimulation of the clitoris. He said that recent research showed that nerves from a woman's nipples went to the same area of the brain as her genitals so that the confusion was likely. Of course if she wanted, she could have the nipples trimmed by plastic surgery. This would eliminate their excess sensitivity as well as decrease their size. Sara passed on that. I cradled Sara's closest breast in my hands and my mouth latched on to her large fleshy nipple. I sucked almost by reflex. Sara moaned slightly. She was not entirely unconscious. She raised her arm and clasped my head to her breast. "Nurse me, nurse me," she whispered. "There is a little milk left. Suck it all out." She was right. As I sucked, droplets of milk emerged from the engorged pap. The sweetest of all desserts. Julia, at the other end of the couch, had intended to give Sara an oral climax. But while her intentions were good, she found that she was unable to raise her body enough to get at Sara's cunt. The rum punches had a delayed action. If you drank two or three in a row you would not feel the effect until you tried to stand up. Then you would fall flat on your face. All Julia had the energy to do was raise her own skirt and finger her own clit, but Sara's extended leg prevented full access. Julia was resourceful as well as horny. She raised the leg and placed it flush against her pussy. Although she had not planned it, the portion of the leg pressing directly on her clitoris was Sara's full calf. Using her hands Julia rubbed Sara's lovely calf against her clit. Her head tipped back and her eyes rolled. She was in ecstasy. Sara, by now conscious, and I watched Julia masturbate with Sara's leg. It was weird but strangely compelling. The sensuously curved calf, dangling from Sara's lower limb, perfectly fitted the contour of Julia's crotch. Julia rolled her body back and forth, one hand clutched her breast, the other pressed Sara's flesh into her pussy. Julia humped the leg just like she was a dog in heat. Sara and I were almost hypnotized by the sight. I had told Sara that when I was in her body Julia had masturbated on my leg but I'm not sure she believed me. But here it was in actuality. Julia gasped, shook, and came. While Julia was winding down, Sara whispered to me "Let's help her get to bed." I somehow found enough energy to get to my feet. Sara's milk punch certainly had a kick but it wore off quickly. I recall that the old time New York politico Adam Clayton Powell used to drink his jiggers of scotch in a glass of milk for the same reason. I found that I could stand and even walk. I helped Sara to her feet. She was dazed but coherent. The two of us got Julia up and guided her to her bed. Sara excused herself on the grounds that she still felt groggy. She would have to get up in a few hours to get Stephanie off to school. I assured her that I could get Julia undressed and in bed. I unfastened Julia's clothes and removed them, turning her body just as if I was undressing a baby. Her panties were wet from her pussy juices and had the fragrant smell of recent sex. As I turned to get a washcloth to clean her up she mumbled "Fuck me, Steve. Please fuck me. I need you inside me. Please fuck me." She was rolling her body from side to side on the bed going through one imaginary climax after another. She held out her arms toward me, eyes pleading. Still under the aphrodisiac influence of Sara's rum punch, I removed my clothes and slid into Julia's welcoming arms. My now hard cock found the entrance to Julia's fragrant pussy and buried itself as far as it could go. Our bodies moved on each other in a gentle and beautiful fuck. It was heavenly. We clutched each other as we rose to completion in nearly simultaneous orgasms. And then, believe it or not, we fell asleep, my cock still inside her, drugged by Sara's milky goodbye treat. Two months later Julia announced that she was pregnant. *** Julia's pregnancy caused little comment among our neighbors. In California, unwed, single mothers are as common as grains of sand on the beach. The pregnancy did not interfere with her activities as financial manager of the vineyard. On her first week on the job she discovered a way to save us thousands of dollars a year. She made contacts with liquor wholesalers which almost doubled our market penetration. In fact we were now selling so much wine that we bought out the farmer who had tended our acres and planned to build our own winery. To top it all off, our premier wines garnered more than their share of first prize medals in national wine tastings. We even won a few foreign first prize medals too. I can't say that it was all Julia's doing, but she certainly helped. Julia grew and grew, her belly ballooned out, accentuating the slimness of the rest of her figure. Julia joked that she had swallowed a watermelon seed and it was growing inside her. Stephanie believed that and carefully scraped the seeds from her watermelon slices before eating them. Julia's breasts kept pace with her belly. Julia, herself, was fascinated with them. She would check their size almost daily and announce to both of us every time she had to increase a bra cup size. In the evening, while the three of us were watching TV, sometimes Julia would remove her T shirt and hold her growing tits up for us to inspect. She would bend a breast up to her face and try to suck the nipple, but alas, they were still too small. She could just about lick the nipple with her tongue. "Wait until next month," Sara would say encouragingly. At last in her seventh month of pregnancy, Julia succeeded. Her breasts had grown to the point where, by a combination of head lowering and upward stretching, she was able to get her entire nipple in her mouth. She sucked for a while, a look of triumph in her eyes, then grasped the nipple between her teeth and turned to face us. "Look at these puppies" she exclaimed as she let her stretched nipple drop. "I can't wait to use them for real." Julia's sexual urges did not diminish as her pregnancy advanced. She became almost wanton. Insatiable. Both Sara and I admitted feeling much the same way when we were pregnant. Almost every night she crawled into our bed and asked us to use her however we wanted. "Mommy and Daddy, fuck me. Fuck your adopted child." During the earlier months she would ask me to put my penis in her cunt, gently fucking her while she sucked Sara. A three way climax was always her goal. In the late months she would ask us to suck on her burgeoning tits while Sara and I cooperated in finger fucking her to a climax. So Julia's pregnancy advanced as a series of orgiastic events to its inevitable conclusion. Julia gave birth to a little boy. She named it Michael after her late father. On our visit to the hospital the day after Michael was born the admitting nurse couldn't believe that Sara and I were Julia's legal parents but she finally let us in to Julia's room. She had little Michael to her breast, a look of complete fulfillment on her face. Sara left the room to fill out the insurance forms and Julia beckoned me close. "Thank you with all my heart for giving me this wonderful baby. I love you." Then she winked. "He seems to have quite an appetite. But I think I have enough milk for all of us." With that she lifted up her hospital gown and bared her other breast. "Suck some milk from me Steve. I promised that you would be next in line." I was both shocked and powerfully aroused. Julia was showing that she loved me, as best she could. I leaned over and took her milk swollen nipple in my mouth and nursed on her sweet milk for a minute or so while she held my head against her breast. Then we heard some voices outside the door. Sara and the nurse were coming back. I quickly sat up and Julia pulled her gown back down. When they came in it looked like nothing had happened. But, of course it did happen. A while ago Sara and I had a little anniversary celebration. No, not of our marriage. It was exactly ten years since our first fuck and inadvertent switch. The enjoyment of our mutual sex hadn't diminished a bit in all that time. I am just as much in love with her now as I was on that first night. True, our sex life had been a bit peculiar, In my internet explorations on Mom's condition I recalled reading an article that suggested that while the frequency of intercourse between husband and wife would usually diminish over time, the frequency would remain at a high level if sufficient stimulus variety is provided. The article suggested role playing and a few kinky sex practices for maintaining variety. But we seemed to do that as a matter of course in our lives. Switching between Sara and me provided the initial novelty. We each discovered each other's sexuality. She could play around with a cock and I with a cunt. We satisfied each other both ways. And then there was Mom. Mom's unbridled lust, her magnificent body, her urges, provided almost too much carnal experience for us to handle. And Julia. Julia added a little leavening to our sexual batter. We both doted on Julia. She achieved her dream of nursing us from her milky breasts. More than that, she added a kinky twist to breast feeding. Julia insisted that I fuck her while I sucked her. She claimed that it helped the milk flow. When she nursed Sara, Julia would finger fuck Sara to a resounding climax. She felt that sharing in Sara's emotional release helped her milk flow. Julia had no end of imaginative theories to bring us to her breasts. We hardly needed any persuasion. Julia's joy in giving back to us was the best incentive. Sex with Julia brought us both down to earth and lifted us to unimagined heights. She showed us that high quality vanilla was often better than tutti- frutti. Julia served as our sexual anodyne. Every frustration, ever aggravating situation for Sara or me was made better by a night with Julia. There was no need for tranquilizers when Julia's welcoming body was available. About a year after having her baby, Julia did make a video of herself having an orgasm. It was a Valentine's Day gift to us. She handed us the tape to watch, then left the room, saying that she would be embarrassed to watch it with us for the first time. The video was the strangest thing. It was not like a porn video at all. It was basically an instruction manual for solo sex fully in keeping with Julia's personality. And I suppose that it was Julia's attempt at a love letter to Sara and me. Throughout, I sensed Julia's desire to reveal herself fully to us. I don't think she quite knew how to express in words what she was showing by this view of her most intimate secret life. Julia had mounted a small camcorder on the top of a tall bookcase. The camera was positioned to give a view of her bed and the surrounding area. The picture was routed to a TV set so she could see what the camera picked up. Julia stood in front of the camera and announced exactly what she was going to do. "I'm going to give myself a climax. I want to dedicate my orgasm to you, Steve and Sara, my dearest friends, and because you are my new Mommy and Daddy, my incestual lovers. You have made me come alive. I've had so many wonderful times with you. I want you to watch me make myself cum. I've always done this in private but I don't want to have any secrets from you. Just remember that I've never videotaped myself before so don't expect a Hollywood production." She walked over to her bedside table, opened a drawer, and pulled out a large plastic penis shaped vibrator, about ten inches long. "This is my new vibrator," Julia said. "Sara, do you remember you showed me how to use a vibrator on your Mom. I've never used one to give myself a climax before so it should be an interesting experiment." As she talked Julia removed her garments. She slipped out of her shirt and dropped her short skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Julia's body had filled out with her pregnancy and had grown even lovelier. Her face was beautiful in its simplicity. She still had the figure of an athlete but she had softened a bit and become more womanly. Her auburn hair was tied back in its traditional pony tail. If she ever went to a beauty parlor or wore makeup she would be a real knockout - but then she wouldn't be Julia. She believed that "What you see is what you get." She sat stood in front of the camera and turned on the vibrator. We could hear the faint hum. She started by running the vibrator over her breasts, circling it around each nipple and areola. While holding the vibrator with one hand, she rolled the nipples with the other. Julia's breasts had grown during her pregnancy and now had a classic beauty. I noticed that they even bounced a bit when she moved. "Playing with my breasts feels very good," she said. "It excites me. Look at my nipples. They are getting stiff and swollen. I'll play with my breasts a bit longer than I usually do and pay plenty of attention to my nipples to get myself really aroused. When I can get my nipples stiff it means that my body is telling me that it is ready to cum. I don't think I will touch my pussy yet because I want to build up to a big climax." Julia faced the camera directly. After several minutes of ever increasing breast play, both with her hands and the vibrator, she stopped, held her breasts close to the camera, and said, "Don't you think my breasts have gotten much bigger since I had the baby? They are much softer and more flexible too. Now I can pull the nipples all the way up to my mouth. See how big and puffy the nipples are. They are so sensitive and sexy. Now I will put them in my mouth and suck them." She lowered her head and pulled the nipple of one breast upward to her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled as she sucked. After nursing her breast for a minute or two, she let her nipple slip out of her mouth. "I wish I still had milk in by boobies but even without milk, sucking my titties feels wonderful." Then she raised the other breast to her mouth for its share of sucking. By this time she was no longer acting for the camera. She seemed totally absorbed by what she was doing to pleasure her body. She lay down on the bed, turned her face to the camera and said in a slightly slurred voice, "I've now gotten myself excited enough to start playing with my pussy. I'm going to run the vibrator around my pussy lips for a while. When they get engorged I'll put it inside myself and move it back and forth. Steve, I wish it was your penis in my cunt but the vibrator will do for now. I won't touch my clitoris yet. I want to hold off and have a mind blowing climax." She moved her body so that the camera had a good view of her pubic area. She caressed her pussy lips and vulva with the vibrator just as she said she would do. "The vibrations are very exciting. Look how swollen my pussy lips are. Its making me get wet. I think I'll put my fingers in my cunt now and when I get ready I'll use the vibrator on my clitoris." Julia slipped her fingers inside her cunt and started moving them in and out. Her finger motions got faster. Her body started to roll from side to side on the bed. She couldn't lay still. Every once in a while she removed her fingers from her cunt, looked at the camera, and sucked them. Sara and I could see the juices flowing from her wet pussy. Julia announced, "I'm getting very excited now. Look how wet and swollen my cunt lips have become. My pussy is starting to drip. I like the taste of my own juices almost as much as I like yours' Sara. It's too bad I can't suck myself while I give myself a climax." Julia's body motions increased as she drove her fingers deeper and deeper. After about a minute of intense finger fucking she turned her head to the camera and said, "I feel that I'm getting hot enough to touch the vibrator to my clitoris. That should make me cum. Be sure to watch what happens to me while I'm cumming. I don't think I will be able to talk clearly because all I can think about after I start playing with my clitty is how good I will feel when I'm having an orgasm." Julia started massaging her clitoris with the vibrating end of the plastic penis. She moved it all around the little bud. First gently, then more forcefully. Her body started to writhe on the bed in time with her motions. Suddenly she removed the vibrator from her clit and replaced it with her hand. As she masturbated her clit like a little prick she drove the vibrator full length into her cunt. Almost all ten inches of it. Only the end protruded. With her free hand she drove the vibrator in and out, fucking herself with the mechanical penis. Her hips raised and lowered to meet her rapid thrusts. Her fingers never stopped on her clitoris. She pulled her sensitive nub of flesh so hard that Sara winced in empathy. The camera captured a picture of her breasts. They were bright pink and her nipples were engorged. Her face showed an intense concentration. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Her tongue licked her lips. She began to make little catlike whimpering sounds of pleasure. Julia's legs started their orgiastic dance on the bed, her torso shook. And then in one mighty spasm, she gasped loudly, her hips lifted to meet her hand, her legs became rigid, her back arched. Julia's body formed a perfect bridge, supported only by her head, thrown back against the pillow, and her feet, pressing down into the bed. Just before she climaxed she turned her head to the camera. She cried "I'm starting to cum. It's going to be a big one. My pussy is going to explode. Sara and Steve, watch me cum! I'm doing it for you. It's all for you! YES, YES! I can feel myself starting. Look at me! I'm cumming now! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" After the climax she lay flat on the bed for about fifteen seconds while she wound down and caught her breath. She plucked out the vibrator and licked off the juices. Then she simply sat up, faced the camera, brushed her hair out of her face, and said, "Wow! What an orgasm! That's how I make myself cum when there's no one around to help. "I think the new vibrator helped me. It felt good. But it is much better when you, Steve or Sara do it to me. Then it feels wonderful. No, it feels better than wonderful. I love both of you so much. You will probably be making love to each other tonight so I won't be with you. I want to wish both of you a very happy Valentine's Day. I love you." Now Sara and I were embarrassed. We found Julia. hugged her, kissed her, and told her how much we liked her video. Then we took her to bed and celebrated Valentine's Day together as a proper incestual family should. *** On occasion Sara and I exchanged bodies. There was no special purpose in these switches. They just added a little spice to our love life. Our new relationship to Julia brought her into the game as well. Of course she couldn't switch with us but she could serve as a catalyst during our sex exchanges. We discovered this almost by accident one afternoon. I returned to the house a bit early from working in the winery. As I walked through our bedroom to the shower I was surprised to see Sara and Julia on the bed enjoying an afternoon quickie. Both were almost fully dressed. Julia had pulled Sara's short skirt and panties to the side. She her head between Sara's legs and was tonguing her cunt. Sara beckoned to me to sit by her and fondle her breasts her while she had a climax. I complied. She lifted her top and unfastened her front snap bra. Her breasts spilled out. I placed my hands around the nearest one and raised it to my lips. In the meantime, Julia continued sucking Sara's cunt. She acknowledged my presence by reaching out and squeezing my leg with a free hand then returned to the task at hand. She was evidently succeeding because Sara began shaking and rolling on the bed in the inevitable rise to a climax. Then it happened! As Sara climaxed, I felt the wedge. Steve was sucking on my tit and Julia's licking of my clitoris was bringing me to another orgasm. I felt a mixture of intense pleasure from the unexpected climax and astonishment at the unplanned switch. When I regained some semblance of control, all I could think of saying was, "What happened?" Steve, really Sara, held me in her arms while she explained. "It was all Julia's idea. She remembered that you really don't have to be involved in the orgasm to make the switch. We figured out that if she gave me a climax while I was touching you, then you and I could exchange bodies. So we tried an experiment. "When we heard your truck coming up the driveway we knew that the first thing you would do was take a shower. So we lay down on the bed and Julia started stimulating me until you came in. I knew that you would never refuse to play with my tits so I called you over and had you put your hands on them. Julia is very good at making me cum and her timing was perfect. It was a small climax but still a climax. I had enough control to initiate the switch before I came. So that's what happened." Julia was pleased as well. She couldn't exchange bodies with us but she could help us do it to each other. It gave her another role in our ever tighter ménage a trios. Sara explained that she really wanted to be me for a while. She had grown addicted to having climaxes with my penis. She claimed that the orgasms were quicker but far more intense than as a woman. She loved plunging a hard cock into a compliant female body, working it in and out, and then shuddering through an intense climactic explosion. I tried to tell her that the buildup was part of the fun but she really didn't see it that way. She had had enough experience with gradually rising to a climactic plateau as Sara. She certainly loved what I did to her body when we were in bed together. But once in a while, she said, she simply wanted to fuck to a massive climax with no buildup. That's why she enjoyed masturbating with my cock. I, in turn, enjoyed playing with all of Sara's body parts when I was in her body. I remembered Mom's sensitivity to all forms of stimulation. Enough attention to any part of her body, legs, tits, cunt, skin, would eventually make her cum. Sara had much of the same capability. I guess it's all a question of novelty and variety. So we stayed in each other's bodies for a couple of days. Julia enjoyed it too. She would get fucked by Steve, always knowing that it was really Sara inside, and would go 69 with Sara, knowing that I was the one giving her a climax. It was kinky but fun. My high point of this body exchange was my chance to experience Sara's ultra-sensitive nipples. True, in Sara's body I had nursed on my painful nipples just after Julia's rape but this was my first chance to use them after they had healed. The next morning after Steve went to work and Julia was busy with her accounts, I lay in bed and unveiled my tits. In the bright morning light they appeared huge. The nipples bulged out of dark areolas. I wet my fingers and grazed the tips. Their sensitivity was amazing. This time there was no pain to dilute the sensation. Since Sara had stopped breast feeding, her nipples had only one function - sexual fun. Not only did I feel the pleasure of stroking my tits but I also felt a twinge in my cunt. Apparently there really was a connection between Sara's nipples and her clitoris. It was unusual to say the least. Nothing in my life as Mom had prepared me for this. I grasped my nipples and began working around the edges, twisting and pulling them away from my breasts. With each touch the erotic sensation increased. My whole consciousness was centered on my tits. Everything ceased to exist except my nipples. They grew, in my mind at least, until they were the size of basketballs and this morning they were mine to pleasure as I wanted. I remembered what Sara did in her own breast play. She rotated her fingers around the cherry sized bumps on her breasts as if trying to pluck them from the tree. I tried to emulate her actions and was blown away by the erotic feelings. I gasped and almost came. Sara's technique would have to be learned gradually. By the end of the morning I became quite adept at masturbating with Sara's nipples. I would finger them and roll them, rising further and toward a climax. I raised my head and looked directly at my fingers rolling the bulging nipples. Bowing to impulse, I put both hands around one of Sara's breasts and raised it to my mouth grasping the swollen nipple between my teeth. I sucked and chewed the engorged teat, feeling delightful twinges from both my tit and cunt. I couldn't believe how sexy simple nipple play was making me feel. I was determined to watch me make myself cum by simply touching those beautiful tits. As I neared the peak I heard myself gasp and moan in pleasure, with Sara's voice, of course. I would make a forceful attempt to pluck the cherries from my tits. That would usually send me over the edge to a mild orgasm. The climax was not as intense as a good fuck but it was still pretty good. The mild climax was a benefit since I could repeat the tit play over and over again and cum each time. Mom's tits were wonderful but Sara's clearly took first prize. I spent the morning in orgiastic bliss. Sara need never get bored in the company of her tits. Two days later we switched back in the usual way. My cock was a bit sore. Between masturbation and fucking Julia and me, Sara had used it at least a dozen times. I returned her a set of tits and a cunt that had been equally well used. We were fucked out for at least a week. Both of us looked forward to the next switch, but not for a while. *** Sometime later Sara and I had some bad news. Ever since we had moved to California, we had the nagging concern that Mom and Aunt Amy would discover our whereabouts. It could be by hiring detectives or even by accident as we had done in finding them in New York. If discovered, they might be able to force a switch, probably not by sex but by one of the other means of producing an emotional shock. The fear of being discovered tended to inhibit our behavior. We rarely traveled by public transportation. Who knows who could be sitting in the seat next to you. Our social contacts were limited to good friends. We were even worried about occasional trips to San Francisco. In a way we were living in a plush lined prison. Our life at home was wonderful but we were fearful of the unknown. About two years after Sara's trip to the publishing house, Julia read a small story in a San Francisco newspaper that mentioned that the Esteridge sisters, prominent in the fashion industry, had been found dead in their apartment in Paris under mysterious circumstances. I combed internet news sources to find out exactly what those circumstances were. An English police journal provided a translation of a French report that had some answers. The Esteridge sisters, Cynthia Esteridge and Amy Esteridge, Mom and Aunt Amy, had hosted a dinner party for luminaries in the fashion world. As in all such parties, liquor and recreational drugs were abundant. A late night thunderstorm threatened and the party broke up when inebriated guests feared it might be difficult to get taxis. After the guests left, Aunt Amy, a heavy drinker, apparently passed out on her bed. Mom had a different recreational drug. The police report tried to put it discretely but the conclusion was that Mom had been electrocuted when a sexual device, a Sybian that she had been riding in her bathroom, short circuited. The autopsy report appended to the police document was more revealing. In a one in a million accident, a lightning bolt hit the power line to the apartment. A strong current surge passed from the short circuited machine into Cynthia Esteridge's body. The medical examiner traced the path of the electrical discharge, estimated at several thousand volts, from the machine, through an appendage inserted in her vagina, through her torso and exiting from her breast. The breast was resting against the metal wash stand that she was holding to brace herself. The autopsy report stated that the electrical current apparently vaporized the nipple since no trace of it was found on the body. The Sybian short circuit ignited the bathroom shag rug. Flames spread to the draperies and the carpet outside the bathroom. The smoke from the resulting fire asphyxiated Amy Esteridge. Sara and I were shaken by the news. Despite the fact of our abandonment, we actually loved Mom and Aunt Amy. We hated what they had done to us, of course, but we cherished the memories of our childhood. I had mixed feelings about being imprisoned in Mom's body for so many years, especially when being forced to deal with her obsessive sexual needs. But there were happy times as well. Mom's body was a fantastic sexual playground. She was a great piece of ass. Perhaps, with the exception of Sara, the greatest that I would ever experience. Both Sara and I remembered Mom's glorious orgasms, the birth of our daughter Stephanie, and the kindness and help of Sara in getting though the worst of Mom's "urges". I remembered, with pleasure, my relationships with Diane and Professor Milner and even our adventurous triumph over Mom and Aunt Amy at the end. Despite our grief, Sara and I realized that their death removed a threat which had always been in the back of our minds. We were no longer in danger of being found and switched against our will. We were free at last. And in a moment of bizarre reflection we both agreed that it was fitting that Mom, in her last seconds, experienced the ultimate orgasm, a massive life ending electrical climax. Mom's death forced us to take stock of our situation. We were almost 30 years old and had two wonderful children, an adopted older "daughter", and a new "grandchild". Sara was a well-regarded published author whose stories were much in demand. We had a thriving business managed by a combination financial genius and resident sex therapist. To top it all off, both Sara and Julia announced that they were pregnant again. If everything went well the babies would be born no more than a week apart. "There is no doubt that I am the biological father of both babies but who was inhabiting my body when conception occurred is hard to say. Genetically it makes absolutely no difference but enquiring minds want to know. We all loved each other dearly. We felt that we had been extremely lucky. As far as we were concerned it was indeed the best of all possible worlds." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 74