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The new version keeps the author's original intent but cleans up her writing a bit to make a more readable story. The story still deals with the effect of a failed scientific experiment that switches the personalities of a teen aged boy and his young mother, placing each in the other's body. The boy learns what it is like to have the body and sexual desires of a woman. The mother discovers the joys of having a penis. The sexuality of the original is fully preserved. (Fm, ped, inc, mast, tg, sci-fi) *** Mom is a professor of psychology at a prestigious East Coast university. She is deeply involved in the techniques of computer assisted personality measurement and even devised a method of electronic transfer of learning from one animal to another, currently undergoing its first tests on humans. She is also a single mother. That is no novelty in a college town. I don't have all the details but apparently she was an attractive, sexually promiscuous, but naive teenager who lost her virginity as a high school freshman and became impregnated in a drunken orgy after her Sweet Sixteen party. I never knew my father. He and Mom divorced soon after I was born. Mom's saving grace was that she was very smart. Despite being burdened by a baby she graduated at the top of her class and received a scholarship to college. Things went on from there. After she finished her graduate work she was offered and accepted a job as an instructor at the college and quickly progressed up the academic hierarchy to her present position. Mom was indifferent to her appearance but was definitely attractive. She had a figure that was a cross between a Playboy Bunny and a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model. She had big breasts, a thin waist and great legs. Workouts at the gym kept her fit. Her face was almost girlish looking, perky and intelligent, but she was not fashion model beautiful. Her body had real curves and her bust was too big for haute couture clothes. She generally wore her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, dressed in loose, generic GAP style clothes and used the minimum of makeup. A pair of horn rimmed glasses generally perched on her nose hardly added to her attractiveness. She was nearsighted and needed glasses for driving and seeing anything much further than an arm's length away. Me, I was big for my age. Well, fairly big. I was taller than my Mom but not big enough to make the basketball team. My high school guidance counselor felt that I was a bright boy and enrolled me in all the AP science classes. Mom's college classes seemed to attract both the horny male students and lesbian female students. What made Mom most appealing was the way she moved. She literally exuded sex appeal with every action. It was totally unconscious on her part. She wasn't aware of what she was doing. I overheard one of her students say that when Mom walked into a room, every straight male got an erection and every gay woman wet her panties. Each group seemed to see in Mom what they wanted to see. Both had fantasies of sleeping with her. In the high school lunchroom my friends and I would eat our sandwiches and discuss the hypothetical charms of our female classmates and the prettier teachers in school. Mom and a couple of the other more attractive mothers were included in the list. My high school buddies all lusted after my mother calling her the mega-MILF of the neighborhood. It took me some time to find out what MILF meant. After I found out, I didn't know whether to be insulted or proud of my Mom. Probably a bit of both. Of course it didn't help that she regularly jogged around the neighborhood in shorts, boobs bouncing as she ran. Even I lusted after my Mom a bit. What hormone driven teen ager wouldn't? I found it hard not to get an erection when she stripped down to her skimpy exercise outfit and a sports bra to work out on the exercise equipment. I tried to sneak peeks at her when she was dressing or undressing, look down her cleavage or up her skirt. Despite my efforts I rarely got more than a peek at her unclothed body. I loved looking at Mom's legs. They were sensuously full, and to my male mind, very erotic. Mom thought her legs were sexy but felt that her workouts made them a bit too developed. They certainly didn't look like the legs of models in the fashion magazines, more like those of a Broadway showgirl. I thought they were just perfect. Her thighs were tapering pillars of flesh that led to a tight butt. Her calves were large and muscular. It was all I could do not to get an erection when Mom would sit in front of me with a short skirt. When she crossed one leg over the other her calf pressed over the opposite knee made the most sensuous curve. Her full thighs stretched the seams of her tight skirt. Even the soft sound that Mom's legs made as thigh slithered over thigh when she crossed them made my cock get hard. One of the more bizarre and short lived topics of our lunchtime discussion of women and girls touched on cannibalism. It was probably initiated by a particularly bad cafeteria meal. One of the boys broached the question "If the woman you wanted to fuck was roasted for dinner, which part of her body would you like to eat?" I never thought of my Mom that way but the image of my mother, roasted and trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey flashed through my mind. If forced to eat her I would probably chew on her sexy legs first, sort of like a drumstick, taking a big bite out of her voluptuous calf. I would save her tits for dessert. That's pretty sick isn't it? Fortunately we dropped the topic after a few days. I have to admit that I did see my Mom totally nude once. It was the high point of my life. I returned home about an hour early from a rain shortened soccer practice. I heard moaning sounds coming from Mom's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar. Through the gap in the door I could see Mom thrashing around naked on the bed, one hand holding a big breast, the finger of the other massaged her cunt. Her legs moved in a spastic dance. Mom's face was flushed and her hair tousled. Her eyes were tightly shut. She was vigorously attending to her needs. While I masturbated frequently, just like most teen aged boys, I never realized that grown women did it to themselves too. I knew that I shouldn't be looking. It was a private moment. But I didn't leave. I stared at Mom's writhing naked body. It was infinitely more revealing than trying to sneak a peek up Mom's skirt or trying to look down her cleavage. Her big breasts were in clear view, large, pink and with very stiff nipples. How could I look away? Sexual passion mixed with anguish contorted Mom's face. I stood fixed to the spot, not daring to make a sound while she pleasured herself. Now, with the benefit of hindsight, I'm not sure that she would have heard me even if I had walked into the room whistling "Dixie." I watched as she raised herself to a climax. Mom's body stiffened. Her legs extended in front of her, the muscles etched in sharp detail. Her calves contracted as she toe-danced into ecstasy. She started to shake, hips thrusting upwards, stomach quivering. Incoherent sounds came from her mouth. She moaned and shuddered as she climaxed. Her body formed a perfect arch on the bed, supported only by her thrown back head and her heels. Her orgasm seemed to last and last. Then, with a final gasp she collapsed into a flaccid heap on the bed. She was lovely. I quietly went to my room to masturbate. I had the impossible Oedipal fantasy of making love to her. I guess that was just normal. I read that all young boys want to fuck their mother and all young girls want to be fucked by their father. Sigmund Freud made a career out of that insight. But my carnal urges towards my mother would have to be satisfied by masturbation. She was my Mom after all. Mom often brought her university work home. She wrote papers and books on our computer and tinkered with lab apparatus in a small workroom. I was a bit of a tech geek and tried to help her whenever I could. One day, just at the end of the school year, she asked me to help her calibrate a new device for measuring brain waves. It resembled an EEG machine, the kind you see in doctor's offices. She attached some electrodes to my temples with medical paste and then did the same to herself. Nothing would happen, she told me. It was basically a brain wave recorder. She was just getting baseline readings. The brain, she explained, was a very complicated organ. Most of it's real estate was devoted to controlling our movements and maintaining the functions of our bodies. A considerably smaller portion made sense of our perceptions and stored memories and other information. Only a tiny group of cells in the medial parietal cortex, the central part of the brain, was responsible for our consciousness. Mom wanted to map that area. She specifically wanted to determine if there was an anatomical difference between male and female brains. The reason she needed me as a subject was because I was her son. We were genetically similar so differences in cerebral structure due to inheritance would be minimal but the sex difference would remain. It all seemed to make sense to me - but what did I know? We both sat at the worktable while she turned on the apparatus. Lights blinked and the paper tape recording our brainwaves started moving. Then she flipped another switch. I felt a sharp twinge in my head and blacked out for a couple of seconds. Contrary to most science fiction stories there was no flash of light or strange sounds. But instantly my Mom and I changed places at the table. I was Mom and she was me. We had traded bodies, or rather our bodies stayed in the same seats but our consciousness and immediate memories had traded places. "Mom. What happened?" Mom looked at the dials and checked the tape readout for a few minutes. "I guess the apparatus worked differently than I expected." Mom replied. She was in my 16 year old body and it seemed weird to hear my voice explaining the experiment. "The brain wave recorder scanned our minds and shifted our consciousness from my body to yours and your body to mine. I frankly didn't expect it to work the way it did. It was just supposed to be a calibration trial. This is the first time I ever tried it on human subjects. I thought that it would just record the electrical activity of our brains. Something must have short circuited." "When can we shift back?" I asked. "I don't know if the machine will let us switch back. It wasn't designed to be reversible. I think the change may last a while. You will just have to be me and I will be you until I find out what went wrong and work out a way of undoing the transfer." Mom looked worried and fussed around with the apparatus, adjusting controls and reading dials. She flipped the start switch several times. Each time I felt a little jolt and blacked out for a second but when I opened my eyes I was still in Mom's body and she was in mine. "This may take a while," Mom said. "I will have to do more research. We have some time to solve the problem but I will have to work hard on it. It may take a few weeks." This was unsettling news. Mom, in my teen aged body, removed the electrodes from our temples and stood up. I shut my eyes and put my arms around her seeking a reassuring hug. It felt strange, even a bit disturbing, touching my alter ego. As our bodies pressed together it felt like I was hugging Mom through a pillow. It was my breasts, or rather Mom's breasts, pressing against my former body. I'm ashamed to say that I had the unbidden thought that perhaps a temporary switch wasn't so bad after all. I could touch all those forbidden places on Mom's body that I was curious about. All I needed was the time and some privacy. I guess I was a horny teen after all. Fortunately school had just ended for the year. During the summer vacation Mom didn't have any classes or meetings to attend so I would not have to impersonate her at the college. For my summer vacation I had planned to go on a bicycle trip in Europe with a Youth Hostel group. She would take my place. That would avoid complications and the confusion of our friends. We had plenty of money. Mom had invested the inheritance from my grandparents wisely so there was no worry on that account. Mom had a lot to do before leaving for Europe. She had to gather all the things that she would need for several months of biking, fortunately not too much since touring bikers tend to travel lightly. She had to get the family finances in order and arrange for all our household bills to be charged directly to our bank account. She made sure that the household maid service would attend to cleanup and laundry needs. She even arranged for the local supermarket to make a weekly direct delivery of healthy foods and vegetables to our address since she knew I probably wouldn't buy them on my own. Then she had to show me how to take care of her body, a woman's body. She fully expected to find a way to reverse the personality transfer and she wanted me to keep it in good shape until her return. Her tutorial consisted of showing me how to bathe and wash my hair without leaving a tangled mess, how to tie it in a decent ponytail, how to clean myself after going to the bathroom, how to apply the rudiments of makeup, at least a bit of lipstick, and how to deal with her menstrual periods. As bad luck would have it, Mom's body, the one I was now in, was in the middle of a period right at the moment so I had a hands on demonstration of how to use and change tampons. I was curious about the process but it must have taken real determination for Mom to show me how to spread my pussy lips, put my fingers in my vagina and pull the tampon out. Mom had a cleanliness fetish and took a shower morning and evening. She abhorred body hair and showed me how to remove it with an electric razor. Mom's pussy was completely hairless. I didn't find out why until later. I seemed to be a quick enough learner and Mom was confident that I could fake being a woman for a couple of months provided I avoided spending too much time with her friends. She had much less to learn about being a teen age boy. I mean, after all, she raised me from a baby. I suspected that she would wash and shower more than I did and never go out without her hair combed. She even knew how to ride a bicycle pretty well. But she did have one problem. The morning after the transfer she came down to breakfast in a loose floppy set of sweats and wouldn't take them off even though the house was warm. A couple of times during the first day she had to sit down and was reluctant to stand up. Once it happened while she was showing me how to wash under my new boobs, another time when she explained how I was to wipe myself when I went to the toilet. Finally it dawned on me that she was having trouble controlling her teen age erections. My former male body, even though it had Mom's consciousness, still had a hard time dealing with the fact that I was a near naked Playboy type female. The body's hormones and penis obviously didn't understand the familial relationship. Finally, a couple of days before her departure, she broke down and asked me, "Is there anything I can do about not getting an erection at inappropriate moments? It is very embarrassing." I tried to explain that I always had an erection in the morning. It was a teen age fact of life. And that I would get four or five more during the day, usually every time I looked at a pretty girl, sometimes just when I thought of a pretty girl, and sometimes just because. I thought it would be indiscrete to say that I got erections when I looked at her in her exercise clothes too. I told her that erections generally fade in time but the only guaranteed way to make an erection go away quickly was to masturbate. I could see by the bulge in his jeans that my former body had a raging hard on. Me, I had just taken a shower and I was wearing a loose bathrobe. I wasn't used to my Mom's body and I suppose that as the robe flopped open he could get a good view of my naked breast. That was all his hormones needed. "Just lie back Mom, and I'll see what I can do to help you." I pushed Mom's body back on the couch and unzipped his jeans. Mom's erection sprung forth through the fly. It was bigger than I expected, but I was looking at it now from a different angle. Relieving erections was something I knew all about. I wrapped my now feminine hands around the pole and started a gentle up and down motion. Mom stared at me in disbelief. Drops of pre-cum oozed from the end and lubricated the head of the cock. I watched Mom's face transform from shock to enjoyment as the pleasures of cock stroking got to him. While I was rubbing the stiff penis he raised his hand, put it inside my robe and clutched my bare breast. I suppose that it was an automatic motion but it was just what I would do if I had the chance. The more I stroked, the tighter Mom's grip became. It was the first time that I felt my new woman's body touched in a sexual way. It didn't feel bad at all. Mom gave my breast one last squeeze just as the penis erupted in an impressive spurt of semen. It shot a couple of inches in the air, all over my hand and his cock. Mom sat up and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you. I really needed that. Now I know what to do." "Well, that's the only surefire way to get rid of an erection quickly, Mom. If you don't do anything about it, it can last for a long time. If you need help again, let me know." Still a little shaky from my therapeutic gift, he/she staggered off to bed. Late the next night I heard my door quietly open. Mom came in and sat on the side of my bed. "I need your help again. I've got another erection and I can't make it go down. I tried doing what you did yesterday but it just makes it get harder. I may not be doing it right." "It's OK, Mom. Lie down and I'll try to help." It must have been a strange sight. Mom was lying on my bed, his cock sticking straight up, as stiff as I had ever seen it. I leaned over him and started giving him a hand job. The end of the cock got wet as little drops of pre-cum emerged. Before the switch I had relished the taste of my own pre-cum. I had the end of my cock in my hand and I could reach over and suck it if I wanted. It would be easy. What the hell, it may be my only chance to do it before Mom switches us back. I realized that it would be me sucking my own cock. I often tried to do it when I got very excited. Once when I had a really big hard- on I managed to get the head of my penis into my mouth. But my back started to hurt and I had to stop. I had often imagined what it would be like to give myself a blow job 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. So I did it. Mom lay on the bed, eyes closed, apparently enjoying my hand job. When my lips touched the head of the stiff penis her eyes opened wide and she started to sit up. I gently pushed her back down. "I want to do this Mom. It will help. Just lie back and enjoy the feelings." There was a little glistening drop of pre-cum on the tip that I licked with my tongue. It tasted pretty good. But the erect penis shaft was hard to stroke. Mom had just bathed and took great care in drying herself. The cock needed some lubrication. A little saliva would help. I finally gathered the courage to take the whole head of the cock in my mouth and started working around it with my tongue. It was a mouthful but it felt 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 male body, was really getting aroused. The cock felt harder than before and more and more juices began to leak out. Mom started twisting around on the bed. Her hands found my breasts, both of them, and really squeezed me tight. One hand twisted a nipple. It hurt a bit but strangely enough I liked it. My tongue licked the erect penis. I chewed the head gently. By this time Mom's hips were bucking so much I could hardly keep the stiff cock in my mouth. I put my hands around Mom's tight ass to hold her steady. The cock head swelled and before I could take it from my mouth, I felt a gush of semen. What else could I do? I swallowed it. Besides, it was my own ejaculation. I knew this was probably the only time I would ever have my cock in my mouth and I couldn't waste the opportunity. Too bad I couldn't enjoy the sensations in my penis as well. "Thank you, thank you." Mom said. "But it would be too dangerous to let this happen again. I know you don't know what I mean." Mom hugged me tightly and kissed me. "Now, let's get some sleep. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow." So the next day my Mom, in my body, left on that European trip, taking a briefcase of technical material to try to work out a method of a reverse switch. She didn't think that leaving me alone for a few weeks was such a big deal. I was a responsible teen ager. She had gone to professional meetings for a week at a time and left me alone without incident. Besides I could always call the neighbors if there was an emergency. Mom had invested her share of the inheritance from my grandparents wisely and we had more than enough money for our needs. Before she left, she told me that the experiment wasn't quite over. I was in her body but it was being controlled by my personality. Still her physical needs and hormones would influence my actions. She couldn't predict what would happen. And of course, the same for me. She handed me a bound blank laboratory book and told me to make nightly notes of my experiences. She would do the same. It would be sort of a diary. She told me to be completely honest and record everything in detail even if it seemed unusual. I guess Mom was thinking about how I relieved her erections and what she showed me about changing tampons. If anything she certainly wasn't modest about her body. I don't know what else she expected to happen but she said that when she came back we would compare notes. Mom also mentioned in passing that there was a notebook of instructions on what to do if her body got unusually aroused. It was in her upper bureau drawer. She hoped I wouldn't have to use it. I guess she meant sexually aroused but she never told me what to do directly. And there I was, a 16 year old teen aged boy, stuck in my Mom's 32 year old woman's body. It didn't feel much different except that I had breasts and a vagina. I didn't hate being a woman. I just had no strong feelings about it. If you discount a few hasty encounters with girls at summer camp and at school dances I was technically a virgin. Of course I had the sex-ed classes in high school so I knew what the mechanics of sex were. But except for having monthly periods and the difference in going to the bathroom, I had no idea of what being a woman meant. In fact I felt a strange disconnect. I had my own teen male personality and all of my recent memories but I was wearing Mom's body like a new set of clothes. I'm sure that she was experiencing the same thing as me. I was surprised when I touched myself and felt unfamiliar contours and when I had to sit down to go to the bathroom. It will take me some time to get used to my new body just as it probably will take Mom some time to get used to hers. The first night after Mom left wasn't so bad. I awoke next morning when the sun streamed into my room. I reached for my morning erection but it wasn't there. When I took off my nightgown I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes fixated on my tits. I was still Mom. It wasn't a dream after all. I threw on a robe and fixed a breakfast for myself. Now I had to figure out how to occupy my time until I could sort things out. The house was a mess. Mom was a casual housekeeper to begin with and in the confusion of the last couple of days it got even worse. The woman from the maid service wasn't expected for a few more days. Well, I could certainly clean things up. I started vacuuming the house, starting with my room and working my way up. I was surprised that it was such hard work. By the time I'd finished the living room on the main floor, I was sweating up a storm, especially under my boobs. We had no air conditioning and it was a particularly warm day. I decided that since no one else was home, I'd just strip to the buff to keep cool. I tossed my robe on the back of the couch and started vacuuming. I finished the ground floor and the stairs to the second floor. I was perspiring so much that I decided that I needed to take a break and maybe rinse off under my breasts. They were still sweating. I figured I'd take a shower to wash off the sweat. 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. When I stepped out of the shower I caught a glimpse of myself in the steamy bathroom mirror. Mom was certainly curvy and very attractive. Although she had a few telltale laugh lines in her face, I've got to say that she looked really foxy for a middle aged woman. To my mind, anyone over 30 was middle aged. Actually she looked really foxy for a woman of any age. Mom usually dressed quite conservatively when she went to work and changed to ordinary casual clothes when she was home. She was a nice looking 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 taut body with a narrow waist expanded to nice hips and a firm butt. Her legs would have complimented a Broadway dancer with strong thighs, full calves and narrow ankles. I wanted 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. In fact I was a little uneasy about examining my naked body so closely even though I always tried to sneak a peek at Mom when she undressed. But this might be my only chance to see her up close and personal. So I felt naughty but I looked. 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 dark brown hair. She had a smile in her eyes. Mom's figure was tight and toned from 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. My high school buddies would say that she had a rocking hot body. My boobs, I mean my Mom's boobs, were bigger than I expected. Certainly much bigger than those of the girls at my school.. Each was about the size of half a cantaloupe. They didn't appear so large when she was dressed but they were round and full and hung down a bit when I bent over. I don't know how she managed to hide them under her clothes. 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 had my male teen desires. I had my hands on a woman's breast and was feeling it up. 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 dark areola that covered much of the end of the breast. The areolas were large. Four fingers of my hand wouldn't cover one completely. The nipples stood proudly from the center of each like a tassel on a red skull cap just like those worn by Catholic cardinals. Except for a couple of glimpses of my Mom when she wore loose blouses, and my one memorable peek at her when she was naked in her bedroom, I hadn't seen any real breasts before. All I saw was pictures in girlie magazines. All those young beautiful girls in Playboy had raisin sized nipples centered in quarter sized areolas on their perky tits. I guess that's the way young girls look. So I carefully inspected the mound of flesh in my hand. To my untutored eye it looked beautiful. I poked the nipple tentatively with my finger and was surprised at how nice it felt. Mom's nipples were big. They were real baby feeding nipples. 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. As I ran my finger around the base of the nipple I saw it start to get larger and stiffer. It became as big as a small acorn and got very sensitive. I lifted the other boob and tried to get a matching set. On an impulse, I squeezed the breast between my fingers. My fingers sank into the tissue and the nipple and areola bulged out to get even bigger. I liked how it felt. I grasped my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and rolled them gently. They felt like soft marbles buried in flesh and seemed to get even harder as I played with them. On a whim I pulled each nipple out as far as it would go. My breasts stretched in front of me. I thought that it would hurt but it didn't. It even felt a bit sexy. Mom's boobs seemed to enjoy being treated firmly. I knew that nature's purpose for breasts was to make milk for babies. I never really thought that women would consider their breasts as sources of pleasure. But I also heard that sucking breasts was supposed to be nice. A couple of my friends said that they would like to suck on my Mom's boobs. It struck me as a little odd. Why would teen aged boys want to suck on a grown woman's nipples? Well now I had the chance to find out. I raised one breast towards my head and lowered my face to meet it. The nipple was still stiff from my play. I licked the turgid blob of flesh with my outstretched tongue. It was pleasant, both on the tongue and the nipple. The boob was big enough for me to easily take the nipple and much of the areola in my mouth. Holding the flesh lightly with my teeth, I ran my tongue around the slightly rough nipple and nibbled it a little. Then I started sucking. I could feel my cheeks hollow and swell as I tried to pull imaginary milk from the tit. It felt heavenly. I'm not religious but I could have worshiped Mom's cardinals for hours. While touching Mom's breast with my hands felt great, sucking her nipple was fantastic. Her nipple seemed ten times more sensitive than the rest of the breast. Really, really sexy. With such convenient pacifiers, I don't see why women don't suck their nipples all the time. Or at least let men suck them. My high school friends were right about sucking Mom's breasts but they will never have a chance to play with them. Not that I would mind, of course, but what if Mom should find out. After I finished sucking my breasts I stared at my image in the mirror. I was standing directly facing it, legs spread slightly apart. My legs did look nice, tapering from slim ankles to full calves, narrowing at the knees, to muscular thighs, culminating in a tight butt. Mom's legs were so inviting. I would love to have legs like those wrapped around me. The angle of the legs formed an arrow that drew my eyes directly to Mom's pussy. I enjoyed playing with my penis. How would it feel if did the same with Mom's cunt? Just to see what it felt like. So I put my hand down between my legs and stroked my vulva. I could feel the wetness as my vaginal juices oozed out and mixed with a few last drips from the shower. I was getting sexually excited by all my touching and squeezing. I rubbed my finger around my pussy lips and felt them start to expand. I didn't realize that simple touching could feel so nice. I knew about my vagina from Mom's tampon lesson. Fortunately her body had finished its period. Mom even showed me how to douche myself so that my vagina would be nice and fresh, I knew from both sex-ed classes that real sex involved putting a man's penis inside a woman's vagina. Well, I didn't have a penis to work with but I did have a reasonable substitute. Gathering my courage I pushed my middle finger entirely inside my vagina and worked it in and out. It was warm and slippery and seemed to squeeze my finger. It was a revelation to me to find out that women actually enjoyed putting things inside themselves. I thrust a second finger in my vagina. That filled me up a little better. My forefinger gently rubbed my clit as I moved. It felt so intense. The other hand was still clutching one of my breasts, squeezing it tightly. I took my two fingers out and looked at them. They glistened wetly with juices. I put the fingers to my mouth and licked off the wetness. I enjoyed the taste. My fingers had a sexy, musky smell. I scooped up a bit more of the juices from the outside of my vulva and licked. I 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. I felt empty when I took my fingers out. My vagina 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. The realization came to me that I was no longer just exploring Mom's body. I should stop. I had no illusions about what I was doing. I knew that if I continued to finger fuck myself I would end up by making myself cum. Somewhere in the back of my mind I didn't think it was proper. But the more I moved my fingers the more the pleasurable feeling increased. I was climbing to a peak. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my reflection in the mirror. It didn't resemble the Mom that I knew at all. A beautiful woman stared back at me with the fingers of one hand deep in her vagina, the other squeezing her breast. A look of extreme sexual pleasure was on her face. I brought my thumb to the areas just above my slit and began to stroke my clitoris. When Mom's body got very excited her clitoris stiffened and expanded until it was the size of a small grape. The sensation from touching the clit 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 stop playing with herself? The almost electric feelings from my cunt spread all around my body, to my legs, to my belly, to my tits. The sensations were growing. It was like climbing up a sexual hill. If I stopped now I would roll back to the bottom but I also knew that if I continued to rub my clitoris and drive my fingers in and out of my pussy I would reach the top. I felt that indescribable delights awaited me on the other side. I was startled to hear Mom's voice whispering "Ohh.... fuck me ... fuck me..." I began to whimper almost uncontrollably as I began to feel my body twitch all over. My pussy muscles clenched my fingers ever so tightly inside of myself. I drove my fingers in and out, 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 was giving myself an orgasm. In my mother's body. I let out a long, loud and throaty scream... I cried, "Oh my, I'm going to climax. YES, YES! I'M CUMMING!" In my Mom's voice. In my Mom's body. I had given myself a big climax. And it felt so damn good. Things went on as normal for the next couple of weeks at our house. I kept the house reasonably clean between maid visits and did the shopping. Once in a while I attended a book club meeting at the college. I didn't say much, of course. Just showed up. I knew that after breakfast I would have a few uninterrupted hours of privacy. After the first big climax in the shower it didn't seem so hard to give her another climax, and then another. Giving Mom that orgasm in the shower was like getting that the first olive out of the bottle. The rest came easy. I also rooted around in all the nooks and crannies in the house where she would hide stuff she didn't want me to see. She had a lot of pictures stuffed in the back of her desk drawer. Most of them had been taken when she was in high school. They showed Mom as a pretty girl surrounded by boyfriends. There were pictures of her in sports uniforms and one of her as queen of the Junior prom. A few photos showed me as a baby and there were some of her parents. Everyone looked happy. Looking in Mom's desk I discovered that she had left her wallet with her driver's license, some of her credit cards and ID cards. They all had her picture on them so they would be of no use to her in my body. Naturally she had taken my passport. I knew how to drive but I didn't have a license of my own. No problem. To all intents and purposes I was Mom. We had a small new Volkswagen Beetle and I found the extra set of keys. I shopped for food and went to a few movies. I kept the house in reasonably good condition and even mowed the grass. Mom was right about finances. I had more than enough money for my expenses. My wardrobe was simple. I wore Mom's underpants and bra since my old underwear wouldn't fit my new body shape. I dressed in slacks and sweatshirts. My hair was simply tied back in a ponytail. I didn't know how to apply makeup so I just didn't wear any. Clothed, I was an attractive but ordinary looking woman. And only I knew what I looked like nude. Having the house to myself gave me the opportunity to do a few things that I couldn't do freely when Mom was home. The first thing was to watch a lot of porn movies on TV. Mom would be appalled. Basically I wanted to see what grownups did when they made love. It was an education - Applied Sex 101. They never told us about any of those things in sex ed classes. I learned a lot watching the porn channel, particularly the variety to be found in human genitals. Years of boy's locker room experience had taught me about men's penises. Most looked alike, give or take a foreskin. Those of male porn stars were no different except most were much larger than those to which I was accustomed. But I learned a lot about female anatomy. Even though I was in a mature woman's body, I had little experience with female genitals, even my own. Compared to the porn actresses my pussy looked clean and neat, almost like that of a teen aged girl. My pussy lips were tight. My clitoris, the bump on the top end of my slit seemed a bit larger than normal. Usually it was small enough but when it erected it was almost little finger large. My only prior experience with sex was playing with myself and a few hasty gropes with girls. I was blown away by the wonderful feeling of having an orgasm in Mom's body. I wanted many more of them. I had so much to experience. Seeing women masturbate on porn TV was a revelation. I knew all about how men masturbate. I've done it often. But I had no idea what women did to themselves. Of course these were porn actresses but watching what they did was a real eye opener. I had thought that all they did was stick things like hot dogs and bananas into themselves but they did so much more. It wasn't most men. They just rubbed a cock until it spurted. I also used my privacy to explore all the secret places in my new body. With no constraints I became adept at pleasuring myself. There was no down side. Mom had given me tacit permission to satisfy myself if I became sexually aroused. She had expected that I would not get aroused often but I guess she forgot about teen age male urges. Most of us think about sex every ten minutes. Every night when I went to bed I would try to recreate my first sexual experience in her body. True to Mom's parting words I could do anything I wanted to get her off as long as I didn't hurt or damage her in any way. I didn't want her to know how much I lusted after her. Despite what she looked like, Mom was a bit of a prude. I don't think she would consider it seemly for a son to want to fuck his mother. At first, when I gave my temporary body an orgasm, I couldn't see what I was doing. I did it mostly at night or in the shower. I guess I was ashamed to do it in broad daylight just in case someone should walk in while I was pleasuring myself. Fat chance of that. Anyway I would lie in bed playing with my breasts, sometimes raising the ends to my mouth so I could suck my nipples. Then I would touch my genitals, and finger with my pussy lips. When they became swollen I would stroke my clitoris. When I got really excited I would flail away at my genitals, fingers rapidly flicking over my labia, clitoris and sometimes penetrating my vagina until I shuddered to a climax. I felt that they were still Mom's body parts. I hadn't identified with them yet. While pleasuring myself - "pleasuring" was really the operative word - I discovered that Mom was a screamer. Well not exactly a screamer, more like a "sex talker." She said a lot of things in the few seconds before climaxing that surprised me. I always thought she was quite reserved but apparently not about sex. One interesting discovery was that my male personality lost control of Mom's body when she was sexually excited. She didn't behave like the mother I knew either. It is like Mom had a distinct sexual personality, a sexual autopilot, that kicked in when she was about to have an orgasm. In that few minutes between getting aroused and actually having a climax she would turn into a totally sexual being, saying and doing things that neither she nor I would say or do during our more placid moments. The first time I heard Mom, that is, me, vocalize her feelings while climaxing, I was startled. I couldn't believe that my mother would so blatantly express her feelings during sex. Fondling Mom's clitoris would get me really excited. By now I knew what was happening to me. I would lie in bed with both hands at my cunt, The fingers of one would slip inside my while the other circled and pulled at my clit. My finger motions became faster and faster and the feelings spread from cunt to my whole body. I started to shake, my muscles tensed, my legs started an involuntary dance as the lovely feeling of exquisite torture encompassed me. It grew and grew. Just when I felt that I couldn't tolerate any more, I climaxed. Despite being a novice at pleasuring a woman, I found that I could make myself have a very nice orgasm in just a few minutes by stroking my genitals and playing with my tits. My new body knew the drill. My hands seem to guide themselves to all the right places without me thinking about it. I didn't seem to need much build up at all. It was like I went from 0- 60 in one second flat. My female orgasms were much like those I got when I did it to my penis. Except that female climaxes came slower and were less localized. When I played with my cock before, it was all cock. But in Mom's body the orgasm was total, from toes to nose, so to speak. But cock and cunt climaxes were enough alike that it is hard to say which I preferred. I loved them both. Any sex is good to a horny teen. I became obsessed with my breasts. They are magical body parts. They look good. They are nice to touch and they feel good when they are touched. Every time I looked in a mirror or took a shower, there they were, hanging out in front of me. They swung when I moved, always catching my attention. I even had trouble putting on a bra, stuffing my new tits in the cups and trying to fasten the damn thing in the back. Women's clothes seem far less sensible than men's clothes. No wonder girls like to wear boy's shirts and jeans. When I got dressed in the morning, it was hard for me to leave my breasts alone. I can raise my nipples to my mouth and suck them even though I can't suck my cock. At least I couldn't suck my cock in my male body. And I know for sure that Mom can't suck her own cunt. I tried last night and I couldn't do it. Thinking about my mammary endowments, I raised my sweat shirt and pulled out a big breast out of my bra. It looked absolutely lovely, soft and heavy in my hands. I examined the nipple closely. It was centered right in the middle of my dark areola and was as big as my fingertip. I watched it grow under the touch of my fingers. The nipple got bigger and the rough surface smoothed out. As long as I had it out, I might as well make good use of it. I stretched the breast up to my face, tilted my head down. and started licking the nipple. I pushed the tit up further so that I could put the nipple and areola in my mouth. It was fantastic. The nipple seemed to be even bigger and more sensitive than usual. Just looking at my tits is exciting. I pushed the end of my breast into my mouth and bit down hard. Well, not too hard. I didn't want to damage Mom's body. Still, I enjoyed the feeling. Sucking this part of my body was like scratching a particularly exotic itch. An itch that could never be quite satisfied. It was pleasant on both my mouth and my nipple. I repeated with the other breast. A quick glance at the mirror revealed an almost teen age face on a voluptuous, unabashedly sexual frame. I reminded myself of Leslie Caron in the movie "Gigi." A baby face on a sexy woman's body. Then I made a face at the mirror image. I realized the absurdity of what I was seeing, my young looking face mouthing my burlesque queen breasts. I looked like I was trying to eat my own tit. I knew I should stop this. If I kept sucking my nipples I would soon need a climax. I was getting myself excited without meaning to. Reluctantly I let my tit drop and decided to take a cold shower. A cold shower. The cold water tingled against my skin. I showered for as long as I could take the cold. Despite my shivering, I couldn't resist looking at Mom's body in the full length mirror. My God, what a lovely woman. My nipples were pinched from the cold and stuck out nearly an inch from the ends of my 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. I grabbed a Turkish towel from the rack to dry myself. I rubbed the towel between my legs to get thoroughly dry. The slightly rough surface of the towel sent little electric pulses through my sensitive parts. Reluctantly I stopped and turned toward the mirror to continue drying myself. Mom's skin was unblemished, pink and healthy. I loved Mom as a mother but I lusted after her body as a sexual playground. After we regained our own bodies there was not a ghost of a chance that Mom would let me make love to her so I might as well get all the sex I could from Mom's body now. I couldn't actually fuck myself but I could enjoy plenty of self-administered orgasms. I looked forward to the prospect. 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. What would it look like, I wondered, if I masturbated in front of the mirror? I wanted to see if I looked like the women on the porn TV channel when I had an orgasm. I would like to watch myself giving my body a climax. It would be really naughty but I became excited at the thought. Should I do it to myself now? Despite my curiosity I decided I really needed an orgasm this morning. After all, it was my body now, at least temporarily, and I could do what I wanted with it. It wasn't as if giving Mom an orgasm would cost me anything. There were plenty of them locked up in her body just waiting to be released. Besides, I really liked what it felt like when I made her, I should say me, have a climax. After all, Mom owed me something for making me change places with her. Sitting naked on my bed, I turned to glance at my reflection in the full length mirror on the wall. I remembered to put on my glasses so I could see everything clearly. I might never get to see myself making Mom's body cum so closely again and I didn't want to miss any detail. She might find a way to switch us back at any moment. I stretched my long legs in front of me. A couple of days ago my legs were just legs. Now Mom's limbs insisted that I touch them. 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 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 spread my legs apart and got a glimpse of my pussy. My thighs were particularly inviting. Round and firm, they led like walls of a sexual canyon directly to my vulva. I stroked the inside of my thighs upward to my pussy. I was wet but not from the shower. I caught a whiff of the musky, sweet smell of Mom's pussy juices. Cupping my fingers, I scooped up a bit of her exudation and brought it to my lips. I licked my fingers savoring the taste and smell. I would love to bury my head between those thighs and suck the juices from Mom's cunt. What would it look like if I masturbated in front of the mirror? I would like to watch myself giving my body a climax. Should I do it to myself now? I was totally nude except for Mom's horn rimmed eyeglasses. It was strange. All the Playboy bunnies shown on the magazines seemed to have perfect eyesight. I, on the other hand, looked like a wanton librarian. Never mind. I would just check my own body parts out instead of a book. I looked at Mom's mirror image and angled my body 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 from my excitement, and I could see the knob of my clit poking out of its nest. I put a finger inside and felt the wet, slick tunnel of my vagina close around it. Two fingers would feel even better. I watched myself in the mirror moving my fingers in and out of my cunt. My fingers seemed to move by themselves. It was automatic finger fucking. My hand moved of its own volition while I simply watched. The pussy lips swelled even more and my clitoris reared its head like a little prick. I started stroking the clit with the fingers of my other hand. It was like masturbating a tiny penis. My hand motions were making my cunt feel just like my prick used to feel before I came. If this was what women felt every time they touched themselves, how could they ever get anything done? Why didn't they have their hands in their cunts all the time? I knew that a man's penis goes into the vagina when adults fuck. At least I learned that much in sex ed. I didn't have a penis to use but my fingers were a good substitute. My breath increased and my heart raced as I felt myself get aroused. Mom's body was calling the shots now. All I could do was go along with it and let her libido give her body an orgasm. I closed my eyes once more, and allowed my fingertips to rub rhythmically against my clit in mesmerizing circles. This sent little waves of pleasure through me. I moved so that my left hand palmed a breast, while my right continued to work on my clitoris. My clitoris was giving me little shocks of electricity. My eyes stared at my flushed face in the mirror. I didn't dare to touch my clit directly anymore. It had become far too sensitive. My mother's way of satisfying herself seemed a bit different from those of the actresses on the porn TV channel. Both Mom and the porn stars would start with breast play, usually fondling and caressing their boobs, usually gravitating to the nipples. Big breasted ladies like Mom would suck and sometimes chew their own nipples. The others would simply massage their own tits. Eventually all would move their hands to their crotch and start playing with their genitals. Most rubbed their pussies and clit vigorously until they appeared to cum. Mom did that too but after a few strokes of her pussy lips she would put two or three fingers inside her vagina and finger-fucked herself to a climax. So I simply finger fucked myself the way Mom's body wanted me to do. I thrust my fingers in and out of my vagina. First two, then three fingers. I needed to fill up my empty vagina. It desperately needed something inside it. I would have loved to do this with my cock but my Mommy had it with her in Europe. Back and forth, in and out. Faster and faster. I was really finger fucking myself now and I liked it. More than liked it. I loved it. My pussy quivered, sending throbs of arousal through me. There was no turning back now. I knew that I was going to make myself cum and I wanted to see what I looked like when I had an 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. I needed to see everything up close. I managed to rise from the bed and approached the mirror, staring intently at my erect nipples and sweaty thighs. My breasts were swollen and pink. I pushed my fingers into the folds of my pussy and rubbed the tingling nubs of flesh buried just inside. I gasped and felt my entire body quiver with involuntary shakes. My free hand found a nipple and squeezed, increasing the sensation even more, then my hand joined its mate in my vulva. I repeated the movements again and again, my engorged pussy lips and buzzing clit let me know that I was about to cum. My orgasm began to build deep inside my body. My thighs started to vibrate. The muscles in my belly contracted and relaxed. Waves of sensation coursed through my body. Then everything merged into one overwhelming feeling of sexual ecstasy. My thighs became rigid. I strained to keep my balance on the edge of the bed. My hand moved faster and faster in my vagina. The fingertips of the other hand running in circles across my pulsing clit. I wasn't doing it to myself anymore. It was all automatic. I simply looked on as I watched myself draw ever closer to total release. My eyes were glued to the motions of my fingers. I tortured my clit, stroking it, ever harder, until I exploded in a climax. The reflection that I saw in the full length mirror wasn't like me at all. It was a strangely beautiful woman with trembling legs, both hands at her cunt, giving herself a massive orgasm. I hardly recognized the face in the mirror. It was contorted with an agonized look of sexual tension. I saw all this in the instant before I came. After what seemed an eternity the tenseness left my body. I sighed as the orgasm receded into an afterglow. I paused another moment, taking one last look at my fulfilled body in the mirror. I had never felt like this when I masturbated before. I was literally blown away by the experience. I felt terribly guilty. What have I done? I feel almost as if I have raped myself, if such a thing is possible. I have violated Mom's trust. What was happening to me? I feel so horny. I had two orgasms in a row and it was still morning. My pussy craved still another. I pinched my clit so hard that I winced with pain. a pain that was soon forgotten as another climax started to build. I plunged my hand back into my cunt. My back arched, my hips rose to meet my hands, my legs turned rigid, my body shook uncontrollably and I came. After that orgasm faded I began to realize what had happened. I had given myself three climaxes since awakening and it wasn't even noon. But in the back of my mind I thought that this wasn't so bad. Sure I made myself cum a lot this morning but I did it to myself and all the climaxes were pleasant. A couple were more than pleasant and I really enjoyed them. Of course my morning's orgasmic session was seen from the perspective of a teenager for whom any sex, no matter how bad, is great. Still I felt that there might be something odd about my behavior. I'm sure her notebook would explain everything. To my surprise Mom's notebook contained detailed information about her sex life. I had assumed that she was almost asexual. In all the time I was growing up she never had a boyfriend or even a serious date. But I was totally wrong. Mom wrote that even as a child she played with her pussy constantly. She liked touching herself between the legs. If she rubbed her cunny and clitty for a while she would feel the loveliest sensation in her body. She did it a lot in bed or in the shower. Mom wrote, "I also discovered that I could make myself feel even better if I leaned my body against the washing machine during the spin cycle. I would straddle the edge of the washer, press the corner against my cunny, and lean over to mash my growing boobies on the top of the machine. The vibrations made my nipples tingle. I felt at first like I had to go to the bathroom but the feeling expanded over my hips and lower body. My legs would start to shake and my hips pressed my cunny tighter into the corner of the washer. "I gripped the machine tightly as a wonderful feeling passed over my entire body. If the machine had a big load, I could do it twice. I was in total ecstasy doing the washing. Sometimes I found that I had wet my panties. It's not as if I peed into them but they were definitely damp and had sort of a funky smell. No problem, I simply threw them into the washer with the next load." "I had mixed feelings about still being a virgin at thirteen, going on fourteen. Many of my classmates had had sex already and one girl was even pregnant. I didn't have any idea of what real sex felt like but if it was at all like what I could do to myself it must be wonderful. What would it feel like to get fucked? I simply loved the thrill of playing with myself. I couldn't wait to have real sex." Mom wrote that she lost her virginity at a freshman dance. Actually, she didn't "lose" her virginity. she willingly gave it away to her date. It was something she had planned to do for a long time. She wanted to find out what real sex felt like, the kind she had read about in trashy novels and glimpsed in equally trashy movies. In the car after the dance her date groped her and tried to feel her growing titties, as masculine tradition insisted he do. He was thoroughly surprised when she unzipped the fly of his pants, grabbed his hard penis, pulled aside her panties, and shoved his cock into her honey dripping cunt. Mom said that the whole thing took far less time to do than to write about. They had a nice first fuck. Not great but still satisfactory. Mom realized that she had very strong sex urges, not pathological, just strong. She was obsessed with boys, imagining herself in all sorts of sexual situations. After losing her virginity as a freshman in high school she felt that it was no longer a barrier. She satisfied her needs by giving herself to any of her classmates who seriously wanted her. That made her extremely popular, at least with the boys. While not quite the class whore she felt that she was well on her way to becoming a sex addict. Mom slipped up and became impregnated with me at a drunken orgy after her Sweet Sixteen party. She was the same age that I am now. That makes Mom exactly twice my age. Mom wasn't sure who the father was but she married and almost immediately divorced one of the boys who had fucked her. It had the joint effect of making her respectable and making me legal. Then she had an epiphany. Her pregnancy made her realize that unbridled sex had the potential to ruin her life. She had so many plans and knew that her free spirited sexual behavior could fuck them all away. So after I was born she adopted a celibate life style. Like a medieval cloistered nun she eschewed dating and devoted her repressed energies to her studies. Of course she masturbated frequently to relieve her sexual urges but then, I imagine, so did medieval nuns. I was a bit tired from my morning's exertions so I took a break to eat lunch. I continued to read Mom's notebook as I chomped away at a sandwich. Mom wrote that she still had extremely strong sexual desires but she also realized that she had weak impulse control. Rather than seek male companionship she took care of her desires by masturbating several times a day. This satisfied her needs, at least temporarily. She noted that she had to masturbate to be able to concentrate on her studies and lead what she assumed was a normal life. She continued this practice through high school and college. It enabled her to focus on her studies while avoiding being distracted by a sensation over which she had little control. She would come home from a day at the college exhausted. The notes said that she felt as if she had two jobs: one a real job, the other was suppressing the demands of her body in order to get on with her work. Mom described in full clinical detail the symptoms of her arousal and the techniques she used to give herself a climax. Apparently she never used a vibrator or a dildo when she did herself. At least she didn't mention it in her very complete notebook and I never found any sex toys in her drawer. I guess it may have been a form of denial, assuring herself that what she was doing to her body was just natural. But the climaxes she gave herself were very real. Perhaps nature's way is best. The notebook was one part diary, another part sex manual. She expressed anger at her woman's body for forcing her to endure these uncontrollable sexual urges. She found it particularly ironic that she was multi-orgasmic. She apparently could have repeated climaxes with no apparent limit. Mom wrote that by concentrating on some other task she could resist the need to give herself sexual relief up to a point. But sometimes she had to give in. If she was alone she usually started by manipulating her pussy lips and clitoris and plunging her fingers directly into her vagina until she quivered through a physical climax. If with other people she excused herself to go to the ladies room, locked herself in a stall, and masturbated. She flushed the toilet when she climaxed to mask her moans of pleasure. Unlike other women with a similar condition she actually felt considerable pleasure from her orgasms. They were real climaxes. The full body shaking, leg thrashing, cumming kind. The timing was often inconvenient but they did serve as a safety valve. If she was driving, she would pull over to the side of the road, park the car, and satisfy her need. If in class or 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. Mom was thankful that she could make herself cum quickly. She wrote that while she achieved physical gratification from these climaxes they just served to temporarily relieve her immediate desires. She knew that she would have to do it again. That gave me the clue as to why she shaved the hair off her pussy. Otherwise her vaginal juices would stick on her pubic hair and it would turn into a matted mess. In an almost clinical fashion Mom wrote that while stimulating herself 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. The legs would extend as she approached the climax and the muscles in her thighs would get completely rigid, almost like they were made of marble. This was an infallible sign of her body's arousal. When her legs tensed, Mom knew that she would cum in just a few more seconds. Reading Mom's notebook made me aroused again. Her body really does have a hair trigger. Perhaps I could test some of the things that Mom described. Her legs, that's it. I could watch what my legs did when I gave myself a climax. When I stroked my cock as a boy I never thought about my legs. It was all cock. My legs were just my legs. This time I would watch Mom's legs, my legs, as I was cumming. I propped myself up in her bed with a pillow behind my back. Mom's sexy body was calling me to come out and play. I would try to hold out as long as I could. I continued to read through Mom's notebook, searching for more information on her condition. Finally I had to give in and submit to the hedonistic desires of my body. I was doing myself for the fourth time today. This one would be a big one. My hand dropped to my vulva, spread my pussy lips and found the wet needy hole of my vagina. My fingers plunged in and out. The fingers of my other hand rolled and twisted my engorged clit. I was going to make myself cum again. In the brightly lit room I could see belly and leg muscles start to quiver. It was like I was standing apart, looking at myself. I watched my body start to thrash and vibrate. My hands were moving of their own accord. I tried hard to keep myself from having a climax. My eyes were glued to my legs. They were stretched out in front of me. Both legs began a little dance on the bed, shaking, bending a little. My hips moved slightly from side to side. Then they started raising to meet my hand thrusts. It was just as if I was being fucked by an imaginary lover. I could no longer control my body from the waist down. Exactly as Mom described, the muscles in my thighs began to contract. I could feel it and I could see it. I was rising closer and closer to a climax and my thighs tensed up completely. I forced myself to take a hand away from my pussy and feel my legs. Removing my fingers from my vagina was one of the most difficult things I ever did. I was SO close to cumming. I wanted that climax NOW! My legs had become extended and stiff. My toes pointed just like those of a ballet dancer. My thighs, my magnificent thighs had become rock hard. They were sculpted out of marble. I tried to press into the flesh with my finger but I couldn't dent the surface. My pussy insisted that I put my hand back and continue finger fucking myself. I couldn't resist anymore. I drove my fingers back into my vagina and filled my needy cunt. In and out, in and out. I was almost there. Still staring at my sculpted legs I started counting off seconds. Suddenly it was my Mom talking, not me. "One thousand and one, one thousand and two . I feel that I'm going to cum. One thousand and five . I'm going to cum now. One thousand and eight - - . One thousand and . My orgasm, my climax is NOW!!" My hips heaved so much that I almost fell off the bed. So Mom's notebook seemed to be right on. It was just like a countdown at Cape Canaveral. When my legs became rigid I had perhaps eight, at the most ten, seconds before I blasted into orbit. Unlike Mom I had far fewer restraints in pleasuring myself that she did. Mom gave herself climaxes because her sexual urges were distracting. They interfered with things she wanted to do with her life. Masturbation for her was therapy. It satisfied her desires and gave her a period of respite to study, lecture to classes, and even raise me. In short, live a reasonably normal life. But as a teen, during summer vacation, I had no such overriding purpose. I fucked Mom's sensual body as often as I could not only because I liked it but because it was the best thing I could do with my time. I truly loved playing with Mom's body. It was everything a teen age boy could dream of in his wildest sexual fantasies. In the evening I used my body for amusement instead of watching television. I loved the touch and feel of myself. Running my hands over my temporary body was an absolute joy. My nipples would stand up like little soldiers as I ran my fingers around them. I caressed my beautiful legs from ankle to crotch spending an inordinate amount of time fondling and kissing them and massaging the sensitive flesh on the inside of my thighs. I guess I was trying to recreate the feelings that I had when Mom crossed her legs in front of me. The strange thing is that while the leg show really turned my male personality on, I masturbated my woman's body instead. No matter, the climax was great. It's too bad that I didn't have a cock. Fucking a woman would be much more fun than watching a mindless sitcom on TV. While I couldn't fuck myself I could certainly feel myself up. And, naturally it was much more enjoyable because I could feel every touch of my exploration. My breasts were truly my favorite toys. I even fantasized about nursing from my own boobies, drinking my own sweet essence. At the time I didn't appreciate the fact that having a baby was required to get milky tits. I wondered if Mom ever played with her own breasts or tasted her own milk after she had me. Probably not. But if it was me, I would have played with my tits for hours and after they filled with milk I would have drained myself dry. Nursing milk from my own breasts would have been a real trip. If Mom can't change us back I guess I'll eventually have sex with men, most likely Mom in my former body. Actually I would be happy if that happened. I always wanted to fuck Mom as a teen ager. We will still be fucking each other but this would be just the reverse of what I intended. If I'm unlucky enough to get pregnant, I'll be first in line for my milk filled boobies. The baby will just have to wait it's turn. When I used Mom's body for pleasure I always imagined that I was still male doing what I always wanted to do to my sexy mother. "Play with Mom's big titties," I would say to myself. "You can do anything you want to with them. They feel so soft and sexy. Squeeze them. Make her nipples get really big and hard. Pull them. Suck them. Doesn't it feel nice? Mom likes you to treat her boobies roughly. I know that you want to do other naughty things to Mommy. Go ahead. Do them. She said you can use her body. You can make her cum as much as you want." "Feel Mom's pussy lips. Rub your fingers around. They are swelling so nicely. Her pussy lips are so soft. Now put your fingers into Mom's vagina. Move them in and out. Touch Mom's clitty. Rub it, stroke it, squeeze it. You are getting her really excited. If you do it too long you are going to give her a climax and then we will have to start all over. But doesn't playing with her clit feel good? You can feel that Mom's body really likes it. Now finger fuck your Mom's cunt. Harder. Listen to the squishy sounds. Taste your fingers. Don't you wish you could suck Mom's cunt? Look at how her legs are shaking. Wouldn't it be nice to wrap Mom's legs around your head as you ate her cunt? But now you better stop playing with Mom's body or you will make her cum." Then I would try to back off, wait a few minutes, and do it all again. Sometimes I could keep myself almost on the edge of having a climax for most of the evening. I saw that as way of prolonging the delicious feeling of sexual arousal. But once in a while I got carried away and the desire to have an orgasm was too much to resist. I clutched my labia, drove my fingers into my vagina and rolled my clitoris with enough force to make me scream in ecstasy. When my thighs got rigid it was too late to stop. I plunged headlong into the abyss of orgasm. As I fell, my legs spasmed, my body shook, and wonderful sensations radiated from my cunt to my entire body. I didn't wait for my Mom to scream. I shouted to myself because I knew no one would hear me. "I'm making myself cum. I'm in Mom's body and I'm doing it to myself! I have my fingers in Mom's vagina! I'M FINGER FUCKING MY CUNT! I'M GOING TO HAVE A BIG ORGASM! OH, OH, I'M STARTING TO CUM! CUUUMMMMING! YES, YES. OH, FUCK, I AM CUUUMMMMING NOW!" After I came down from the orgasmic high I would say, "You naughty boy. Look what you made your Mommy do to herself. Now you better let her rest a while before you play with her sexy body again." When I did that a couple of times an evening, who cared what was on TV. I was both curious and fascinated by what my hands and mouth did to my body as I made myself cum. But I got too distracted to concentrate as a climax approached. All I could think about was orgasming as soon as I could. I certainly couldn't hit a rewind button on myself like on a VCR and watch the interesting parts over and over. But the idea of a VCR triggered my imagination. Rummaging through Mom's desk I found Mom's video camera. It was a high definition model that she had used for her research. It captured images in the sharpest detail, good enough for broadcast television. I charged the battery and then set it on a tripod so that it had a good view of the bed. It was broad daylight and the room was brightly illuminated. I hooked the camera up to a TV monitor so I could see what I was recording. I figured that I would video myself when I masturbated and then look at the video afterward. I set up the camera and got everything ready. I might as well "do" myself now. After spending so long getting the camera running, I was curious to see how it worked. It almost felt like I was doing a scientific experiment. I prepared myself. I took off my clothes then straightened the bed. I positioned pillows at the head of the bed so that I could sit up and face the camera. I even brushed my hair. After all, it was my video debut and I wanted to look good. My final act was to switch on the camera. I must confess that I mugged a bit like most people do when they are being photographed. I don't really know why I was obsessed with Mom's legs. I just wanted them around me and I wanted to explore what was between them. Maybe it was because all my Superhero comic books showed girls with impossibly long shapely legs. The girls all had bulging breasts too but they were always covered by some discrete shreds of fabric. Naked tits must have seemed too obscene for young readers but there was always plenty of leg. Now that the legs were mine, I had the chance to do what I always wanted to do with them. Fortunately Mom was very flexible. I massaged my legs moving from the ankle, over the calves and up my thighs. Then I raised them to my head to kiss, stroke and lightly bite my sensuous calves. When I masturbated after playing with Mom's legs I always came quickly, half expecting Mom to enter and demand her body back. I didn't realize I was there for the duration. For the video I leaned over and stroked my legs from ankle up to my crotch paying special attention to my sexy calves and muscular thighs. I raised my legs and posed them like the pictures in a girlie magazine. I stretched them to full length then bent them to show their beautiful contour. I kneaded Mom's legs, kissing and caressing whatever flesh I could reach. I rolled back and forth on the bed revealing every aspect of my sexy underpinnings. Mom's showgirl legs made my cock stiff every time I looked at them as a teen age boy so I wanted to show them now in all their glory. Facing the camera, I opened my legs a bit to show my pussy. I spread my labia apart with my fingers to reveal the pink tunnel of my vagina. After all, since I was making this video for educational purposes I might as well show everything. My breasts demanded more attention than usual. I sat up, held a breast in my hands and presented it to the camera. Then I raised each breast to my mouth and tongued the ends. At first I was aware of the camera but as I caressed and played with my body I forgot all about it. I pulled my nipples and rolled them until they got as stiff as little rocks. I chewed and sucked my titties. I squeezed a soft full breast with my fingers and pushed it into my mouth almost as if I was trying to swallow it whole. I held the breast in my mouth with one hand and lowered the other hand to the valley between my legs. My consciousness was now totally centered on my cunt. I had no idea how long I fingered my labia and clitoris and sucked my nipple. It could have been seconds or it could have been minutes. All I knew is that I couldn't stop doing it to myself. My fingers found my vagina. Just before I came I realized that I was actually videotaping myself having a massive climax. Maybe the best so far. Just before I came the world seemed to vanish. I saw nothing and all I could hear was my muted scream when I orgasmed. I had a natural curiosity to see what I had done to Mom's body. After I recovered from my orgasm I removed the tape from the camera and put it in the VCR. I was transfixed. It was like watching a porn movie with me as the star. My leg show introduction turned me on right at the start. I had read that the first five minutes of any TV show is to capture the attention of the audience. Well my leg show certainly captured mine. Had I been in my former body my penis would have been hard enough to cut glass. The next minutes of the tape provided a video tour of Mom's body before concentrating on its naughty parts. The final part was where I masturbated in earnest. The video camera captured everything I did in the sharpest detail. The fingers of one hand moved in and out of my vagina while the fingers of the other hand squeezed and rolled my nipple, both to the accompaniment of my moans of pleasure. My nipple grew and my breast turned pink as I caressed it. My pussy lips swelled and my clitoris become engorged. The fingers of my hand penetrated further and further into my vagina until I was afraid that they would come out of my mouth. Even the squishy sounds of my fingers moving were picked up by the videocamera's microphone. On the TV screen I watched my body quiver in response to the electric sensation as my thumbnails scratched over my clitoris. I heard myself gasping as I neared the peak. My body started to vibrate as the climax approached. My hips rose and fell as they tried to coordinate their motions with the flailing hands in my cunt. Finally I saw my legs get rigid and my whole body jerked as I came. It was a thoroughly delightful climax. Since I had the camera set up, I videoed myself having orgasms several more times over the next few days. Once I aimed the camera at my face the whole time. I videoed myself from all angles, setting the camera by the bedside and aiming it to get a good view of my body, my breasts, my cunt, my legs, and even my face. I tried to get a particularly sexy pictures. I could take all the time I wanted displaying my sexual attributes. One video I devoted entirely to my breasts. I fingered and rolled my nipples to make them stand erect. I squeezed each tittie so that the areola and nipple expanded to almost double their natural size. My nipples became as hard as rocks. They were very red and big like huge cherries on my white vanilla ice cream breasts. Finally I gave into temptation and sucked my tasty nipples while finger fucking myself to completion. I was delicious. All in all I gave myself at least half a dozen climaxes while making the videos. Mom was correct when she wrote that her body was multi-orgasmic. I enjoyed making the tapes. I became intrigued with the idea of filming myself. I guess I had two motives. The first, at least the one I told myself, was to try understand what I was doing to my body by using the videos as an outside point of reference. The second, which I hardly admitted to myself, was to keep the best ones hidden in my closet and masturbate to them after Mom switched us back. They would be better than a collection of centerfolds. I thought that my porn videos would have been a serious contender for an Emmy. There was no acting. It was all real. But while the buildup was sexy, the actual scenes of Mom's body writhing in orgasm were surprisingly un-erotic. I finally realized that an orgasm was something that happens inside a person. There are relatively few external signs of passion. Oh sure, your body flushes. If you are a man your penis gets stiff. If a woman the nipples and clit engorge. Little more than that is visible. The tapes showed nothing of the feelings inside me when I had a climax. An uninvolved observer would just see a video of a woman rubbing parts of her body. Not terribly sexy. But when I looked at the tape it was sexually stimulating. It triggered the memory of all the sensations that I experienced when I made it. I guess that's why porn stars have to be actresses and actors, exaggerating their responses in front of the camera and dubbing in moans, groans and shrieks of ecstasy to give viewers some sense of their sexual feelings. I edited down my six hours of video into one particularly erotic tape emphasizing all the raunchy and dirty things I did to Mom's body. It started with best of the leg show, then it showed me caressing my breasts to make my nipples stand up. The camera panned up my sexy legs, past my sensuous calves and muscular thighs, to my wet pussy. I put in a clip of my fingers fucking my cunt and stroking my clitoris. I showed myself raising my breasts to my mouth and sucking the nipples. Finally I put in a few of the choice scenes of my entire body wracked in the throes of a climax, back arching, legs pressed against the mattress. I left in all the squishing and sucking sounds of me manipulating my body parts and my cries of passion when I came. It was six hours of masturbation reduced to one hour. It was pretty hot if I do say so myself. A worthy tape to hide in my closet. I watched it several times but all I gained was a real appreciation of my mother's beauty and sexuality. It seems strange to say but I really lusted after Mom, after myself I guess. The good news is that I could have myself any time I wanted. Probably more often than I wanted. The bad news is that I would really miss enjoying Mom's body after she figured out a way of switching us back. Towards the end of the summer I received an e-mail that told me that Mom had indeed figured out a way to reverse the switch and would be returning within two weeks. The very thought that Mom would come back with a procedure for putting us back in our old bodies was both pleasing and disquieting. I would dearly love to be myself again but regretted the idea of losing all those lovely climaxes I had experienced as Mom even though they were female climaxes, Sex is sex to a teenager. Besides I had no basis for comparison. I spent a lot of time planning what I would do both before and after she came back. I had two weeks to use Mom's body as much as I could until she returned. I would masturbate at every opportunity, to store up as much sexual experience as possible. I could always blame my enthusiasm on teen hormones in case Mom got suspicious. Not that I had too much to worry about on that account. Orgasms leave no mark. I took full advantage of my privacy. Every time I felt the slightest bit horny I masturbated knowing I wouldn't get a chance to indulge myself after Mom returned. I was really stretching Mom's permission to satisfy her body when it got aroused. I simply used her body over and over again, sometimes just for my personal amusement. Mom's body is phenomenal. It seems to have no limits on the number of climaxes she can give herself. I am really going to miss it after she switches us back. Yesterday, when I was getting a bite to eat in the kitchen, I had a desire for a climax. It came on without advance warning. My cunt wanted attention and I was only too happy to attend to it. Usually when I "did" myself I adjourned to Mom's bedroom or bathroom where I had access to a soft bed or couch and a washcloth to wipe up my pussy juices. But now I wanted to cum so badly that I grabbed the first phallic looking object I saw from the refrigerator, a long green cucumber. I quickly shed my jeans, pulled aside my panties, spread my pussy lips and plunged the cucumber directly into my vagina. I could feel it slipping all the way in, the end hitting my cervix. I had never been penetrated so far. There was no buildup. I just did it. Then I collapsed on a kitchen chair, my legs spread, amazed at what I had done. I stared in disbelief at the end of the cucumber protruding from my cunt. It was almost a foot long and an inch and a half in diameter and my cunt had swallowed most of it. Still, it felt particularly good. The cucumber was cold and quite soothing. I reached down and grabbed the protruding end to pull it out. As I pulled, the little bumps on the cucumber stimulated my pussy lips and clitoris. The feeling was wonderful. It felt quite different from my fingers. I had to try it again. So I pushed the cucumber back inside me and pulled it out. Again the wonderful feeling. I did it over and over. It filled me fully. I worked the cucumber in and out, staring at it all the while as it moved between my vaginal lips. I was astounded at what I was doing to myself. I was actually fucking myself with a cucumber. So this is what getting fucked with a cock feels like, I thought. I love it. Too bad I can't find someone to fuck me for real before Mom switches us back. My legs stretched in front of me and started shaking. My thighs were getting rigid. My God, I was going to cum. I could hardly believe that I was doing this. A vegetable was giving me a climax. Mom's unconscious mind must have had a wildly erotic imagination. I never realized that there were so many ways to excite a breast or use a cunt. Women are so much more imaginative than men. Of course I had an orgasm. A big one. The cucumber was still inside me when I climaxed. My full cunt made the orgasm something special. I didn't even have to touch my tits. After my climax I pulled the cucumber out. It was covered with my pussy juices. I intended to wash it off but I was still hungry so I took a little bite off the end. My pussy juices are really tasty and believe it or not, they make a great salad dressing. So I sliced the cucumber up and ate it. It was like eating a lover. I must be a really sick puppy. So in the remaining couple of days before Mom's return I sat on the edge of the bed, extended my legs before me and ran my hands from my ankles to my mound. My fingers caressed the flesh of my body. For some reason it felt much more sexual when I knew that I was about to give myself a climax then when I touched myself while dressing or undressing. I cupped my breasts, excited the nipples until they bulged, then raised one to my mouth and sucked and chewed on my turgid pap. My free hand dropped to my pussy and I rolled and stroked my sensitive clitoris before finger fucking myself. Seeing myself in the mirror, legs extended, sucking my tit, one hand deep in my vagina was both exciting and perverse. As I approached a sexual peak I could feel my legs become stiff and extended as Mom described in her journal. My hips rose and fell to meet my fingers. I watched the woman in the mirror climax as Mom's voice cried. "YES, YES! I'M FUCKING MYSELF I'M MAKING MYSELF CUM! MY FINGERS ARE FUCKING MY CUNT I'M GIVING MYSELF A REALLY BIG ONE! IT FEELS SO GOOD! I'M CUMMING! OH GOD! FUCK, FUCK! YES!" I was always surprised that the screams were in my Mom's voice. I had nothing to do with it. She was narrating her own sexual passion. Finally I got the long awaited message from Mom saying that she would arrive within a couple of days. She had engineered modifications to the brain measurement apparatus that should let her reverse the personality transfer. When the time came to meet her at the airport. I dressed nicely in one of the few feminine items I found in Mom's closet, a short and tight red sheath dress made of some clingy fabric. The dress wasn't new. It was probably a leftover from her college years. But even at 32 Mom's body, the body I was in, still had the figure for it. It accentuated my boobs and you could see my protruding nipples. I don't know what I was thinking. I just wanted to look nice for my Mom. In fact I looked so sexy that I was tempted to stop and give myself a quickie before leaving for the airport. My glasses were the only thing that stopped me from looking like a whore. It was a college town so I could have been that wanton librarian that I saw in Mom's mirror. After clearing customs, Mom was finally home. She was a little surprised at how well I drove the car but I reminded her that I was in her body and all the reflexes and muscle learning were hers. Mom was impressed by how neat the house was. We sat at the dining room table and ate a gourmet dinner delivered from a local fine restaurant. We even had some candles lit. Mom wanted to know how I got along impersonating her. I in turn was eager to hear about all of her adventures in Europe. Even though Mom's teen age boy's body was still below legal drinking age we shared a bottle of wine. Mom wanted to see the notes that I kept about my experiences. It was one of the few things that I was really compulsive about. Every night I scribbled my day's activities and, I was embarrassed to say, my use, and perhaps abuse, of her body. I never expected that we would be discussing it over dinner. Mom read the lab notes, blushing from time to time. She asked me if I had anything else to tell her. After a lot of hesitation and another big glass of wine, I told her the full story. By this time I was definitely looped. Perhaps it was the wine but our conversation was unusually frank. Nothing was off limits. I told her about how the personality transfer affected my behavior. I even described the intimate details of how I gave climaxes to her body. I told her how I sucked her tits, how I fondled her clitoris, how I finger fucked her, how I writhed in passion when I made her body cum. I didn't leave anything out. Mom listened to my verbal confession. She didn't appear to be too shocked by what she heard. I guess professors learn to treat verbal or printed material with a degree of dispassion. Then I showed Mom the erotic video that I made of me giving her body orgasms. She sat with her eyes glued to our new 50" TV screen. I guess she wasn't used to seeing her breasts and genitals displayed three feet wide in high definition. She started breathing heavily and licked her lips as my video image mouthed her nipples and my fingers probed her vagina. I'm sure it was the first time that she had actually seen herself writhing in ecstasy. I don't think she ever had a mirror on the ceiling when she gave herself an orgasm. Mom was still in my male body and it was obvious that she was trying to hide a major erection. The video had turned her on. Even though I had viewed it many times before it excited me as well. I was always surprised at how sexy the woman on the TV screen looked when she came. "Well," she finally said when the video ended, "I guess we don't have any secrets from each other now. I expected you to explore my body. It's what I would have done if I were you. But I'm really surprised at how imaginatively you used me and how many times you made me cum." "It wasn't fair of me to leave you in the lurch. I felt almost as if I had abandoned my son. But since you enjoyed having sex in my body so much it couldn't have been too hard on you. And I've got to confess that I used your body too." "I liked being a man for a while, even if it was only a teen ager. I discovered the joy of having a penis and I jacked off nightly for the first week. I played with my cock constantly. I even swallowed my own cum. I couldn't believe how intense and immediate my climaxes were. After I got accustomed to having a penis I linked up with one of the girls on the bike tour. We slept together every night for the rest of the trip. Sex with her was the greatest. She was really hot." Considering the way I lusted after Mom before the switch, I thought that if my teen male body had influenced her sexual behavior the way Mom's body had influenced mine, the bike tour girl was probably pretty with big tits and nice legs. Mom went on, "I still feel guilty about leaving you so abruptly. Is there anything that I can do for you before we switch back?" "Mom, you gave me a wonderful vacation and I enjoyed being you. And I'm glad that you found a girlfriend on the trip." Mom blushed even deeper. "But there is something you can do for me. I'm almost ashamed to ask - " "Out with it," said Mom. "I owe you." "Mom, before you change us back, will you make love to me?" "WHAT! Why that would be incest." "I want you to fuck me. I need to have a cock in me. I've given myself so many orgasms. I don't think that there is an orifice that I didn't violate. You read my notes and saw the video. Sex in your body was wonderful even though I had to do it to myself. But there is one experience I didn't have. I've never had a cock in me. I was tempted to let some of my high school buddies screw me. A lot of them wanted to. They think that you are a mega-MILF. But I didn't. Some things are just not done. But I want you to make love to me as a man makes love to a woman before you change us back. It will truly make my experience complete. Will you do it?" Mom sat silently for a while. I guess she was thinking it over. Finally she said "I guess I will do it. Just this once. It's not technically incest either. Even if I fuck you now, after we change back it will have been just like me doing my own body, Who is to know? I'm certainly not going to tell anyone." "It will be like a final goodbye to my time as a man and yours as a woman. God knows, I had a lot of sex when I was your age but I'm really glad you never gave into the temptation to let your buddies or anyone else fuck my body. I could have gotten pregnant." "Now let's have another glass of wine and then I'll take you to bed and make love to you. I'm looking forward to it. I like having sex as a man. I've always wanted to know what men experienced when they made love to me. I must be a good fuck. I was told that I was a great piece of ass. I'll love you as I've always wanted to be loved - and then tomorrow we will switch back and things will be just as they were before. Well, almost as they were before." We had that final glass of wine. I must have been a little woozy. Mom reached out and took me in her arms. I never realized how big my teen aged body had gotten but she could easily lift me. She carried me up the stairs to the bedroom and gently removed my clothes. It was easy. The red dress had a zipper all the way down the back. Mom zipped it down and peeled it off. Her hand slipped under my panties and cupped my crotch. I shuddered in anticipation as she removed the rest of my clothes. "Is there anything you want me particularly to do?" Mom asked. "Just a couple of things," I responded. I'm sure I slurred my answer. Mom claimed that she could get drunk just smelling a wine cork. Now I knew what she meant. "Play with my legs, Mom. I was really turned on by your legs. I never told you but I got erections whenever I looked at them. Especially when you sat in front of me with your legs crossed. I want you to squeeze my \sensitive calves. I think they are really sexy. Kiss them. Even bite them a little. Then after you play with my legs I would like you to eat me out. Really suck my cunt, especially my clitoris. Nibble it a little. I always wanted to do it to myself in your body but I just couldn't bend that far. After that, fuck my brains out." "That's good, dear. It's just the way I would like to be done." Mom started by massaging me until I was totally relaxed. She moved her hands all over starting from my ankles and working her way to my calves, thighs, and vulva. She mouthed my breasts licking and sucking my nipples until they almost exploded with desire. She worked her head down my body, kissing all the way to my mound. Hands spread my welcoming thighs and she lowered her head between my legs. Her tongue penetrated my vulva. Lips nibbled my clitoris. My cunt was getting the sucking that it always wanted but I could never give it. Mom knew exactly how to excite her own body. I wrapped my thighs around Mom's head to hold her close. Her hands stroked my legs then moved up to press them tighter around her head. I lowered my hands to my pussy and held my vaginal lips apart so that she could reach the juicy parts inside. I pushed my clitoris up to meet her tongue. I wanted it to stand proud for her lips to wrap around. It was a truly cooperative cunt sucking. She caressed, fondled, and gently chewed my cunt, pussy lips and clitoris until I was rolling on the bed in sexual agony. Mom reversed her position on my body so her cock was in easy reach of my mouth. I don't know if she did it intentionally but I couldn't waste the opportunity to give my own cock a blow job while Mom was eating my cunt. It was like I was two people. One part of me was writhing in total passion while Mom's mouth encompassed my entire pussy, sucking and chewing me. Bolts of lightning coursed through my body. My legs shook, beating a tattoo on the bed. While at the same time I contemplated the rigid cock hovering near my head. From my perspective it was huge, much bigger that I expected I grasped it with both hands and guided it to my mouth. My lips wrapped around the head. It was soft and spongy with a hard core. I gently chewed it then ran my teeth over the sensitive lower surface. A few drops of pre-cum seeped out. I was delicious. I pushed more and more of the stiff penis into my mouth, gently running my teeth along the surface. I wasn't an experience cock sucker so I couldn't "deep throat" myself but I was sucking at least half of it. In and out. I was shaking from Mom's efforts on my cunt while she was quivering from my blow job. It was almost the best of both worlds but it couldn't last. My cock was surprisingly tasty. I licked up all the pre-cum and sucked the end to try to get more. As I sucked and lightly let my teeth scrape over the end I put my hand around the shaft and started an up and down motion. I was masturbating my penis as well as sucking. Just the way I always imagined I would like it myself. I glanced up at Mom's face. It had the same expression on it as when I relieved her teen age erection before her trip. A mixture of amazed disbelief and intense pleasure. At the same time my woman's body was twitching in passion. I could feel my legs getting stiff. My sure sign of imminent climax. I was afraid that I was getting caught in my own trap. I meant to make Mom fuck me and here I was, giving her a blow job. If I kept it up, we would both cum and I wouldn't get fucked. So I stopped in the middle of a suck. "For God's sake, Mom, fuck me! Fuck me now Mommy. Do it NOW!" I desperately wanted, no needed, Mom to shove that cock into me. It was really my cock so I would be fucking myself. Mom changed position and gently inserted her penis into my vagina. The stiff cock pushed past my wet pussy lips and insinuated itself into my hungry hole. I had the wonderful feeling of my body being filled. My cunt grasped at the cock like hugging a long lost friend. In and out, in and out for what seemed an hour of wonderful fucking. I felt us rising to the peak, dropping back, then rising again together. I felt that indescribable agony in my crotch that told me I was going to have a climax. It's too bad that I couldn't feel it in my cock as well as my cunt. That would have been heavenly. I cried, "Yes, yes. Oh God Mom! Fuck me! I'm going to cum. I'm getting there. I can feel my climax starting. My tits, my cunt, my legs are all on fire. You are making me cum. I'm going to cum NOW!" Then I threw caution to the winds with a wild shout "YES! YES! I/M GOING TO CUM. YES! MOMMY, I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING MOMMY! OH, MY GOD! YES! YES! I'M CUMMING NOW! I'M CUUUMMMING!" Mom made throaty sounds which coalesced into muted screams. Not loud enough to shake the walls but plenty loud enough for both of us to hear. Mom was a dignified college professor. She was insatiable. She clutched me tighter and I could feel her arms pulling me again. She kept moving her hips, thrusting her penis into me. I was getting fucked at last and it felt so damned good. "Oh, oh. I'm fucking my baby! FUCK!! I'm going to make my baby cum again. I'm fucking myself. I'm fucking my own body. My own cunt. FUCKING! FUCK! FUCK! It's happening! Oh my God, I'm cumming again too! Yes, YES! YES!! I'M CUMMING NOW!!" I was going to have another orgasm. Two in one fuck. My body stiffened. Every muscle tensed. I could feel the earthquake starting in my body. I let out an animal scream as my abdominal muscles contracted. Masturbation was never like this. "YES, YES, OH YES, KEEP FUCKING ME MOMMY! OH MY GOD, MOMMY! YOU ARE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN. I'M CUMMING IN YOUR BODY! FUCK ME, FUCK! CUUUMMMINNG! YES!!!" With a final thrust Mom ejaculated what must have been a pint of sperm into me. I felt proud that my male body had performed so well. I had experienced what it was to be a complete woman at last! Exhausted, emotionally and physically, Mom and I fell into a sound sleep. I awoke the next morning to find my breasts being carefully examined. Mom held one and was looking it over. I ached all over. My breasts were bruised from all the biting and pulling. I had such violent climaxes that my legs hurt. Even my cunt was a little sore. It was truly a monumental fuck. "Wow," she said. "We really used your boobs hard last night. You have finger marks all over your breasts. I'm glad you're wearing them today and not me. This should help a bit." Mom took the whole end of a breast in her mouth, nipple, areola, and a lot of the surrounding tissue. She laved my tittie with her tongue. She was right. It did feel better. Then she started on the other. That would have been OK but the fingers of her free hand were fondling my genitals. The combination of tit sucking and cunt massage was making me excited. "Mom," I blurted out. "Don't you think you should stop? You know how short your body's fuze is. You promised to change us back this morning." Mom's reply surprised me. She simply stopped sucking my tit, covered my mouth with hers, and kissed me. It was the most erotic kiss I've ever had. Her tongue delved deep into my mouth. Mom was in my body but I had never learned to kiss like that. When we came up for air Mom said "I never realized how good a fuck my woman's body was until last night. I have such a tight cunt. It is a magnificent cunt. I really am a great piece of ass. I'd like to fuck myself again. I really got off on making love to my own body. I never came like that before. I'm the greatest. But you are right. We should probably stop and switch back. I'll do whatever you want." "OK Mom. I didn't feel like doing it before but I want you to fuck me again after all. I enjoyed it a lot too. I love having orgasms in your body. It is so sexy. You sure know how to fuck your own cunt. But be gentle on my tits. They hurt." "Don't worry," Mom said. "After a little morning exercise we will have time for everything. It's going to be my last time as a man and I'm going to make the most of it." Mom's fingers in my cunt were replaced with a hard cock. She rubbed the cock against my labia. The pre- cum from the penis, mixed with the juices from my vagina lubricated my vulva. Mom massaged the outer portion of my cunt, particularly my very erect clitoris with the swollen cock head and then slowly put it in my vagina. I hadn't been in the mood for sex when I woke up but I was sure ready for it now. Last night had been an almost violent encounter. This morning was a slow contemplative fuck. Both up us had plenty of time to enjoy all the pleasures of intercourse. The penis slipped inside me and I could feel it expanding and filling my passage. Mom slowly moved it in and out. A true pleasure. In the meantime her hands and mouth were working my tits. My acorn sized nipples hardened. The pain from last night's violent treatment vanished. I looked at my breasts. In the morning light I could see the finger bruises on my titties but the pain had vanished. My breasts were turning bright pink under Mom's ministrations, nipples growing as hard as rocks. My legs wrapped around Mom's body, thighs around her waist, calves clamped around her ass, pulling her into me. The erotic feelings in my body increased. I was savoring the sexual experience. After an interminable period of slow, relaxed love making we both really got into it. I put my arms around Mom's body and pulled her closer to me. She had most of my breast in my mouth now. I could feel her teeth lightly scraping against the surface as she allowed the breast to slip slowly out of her mouth. Then she sucked it back in, teeth closing slightly as she started nibbling on the nipple. Each nibble sent jolts of passion through my system. Mom had to open her mouth a bit to swallow and catch a breath. The wet breast slipped from her mouth until the engorged nipple caught on her teeth and kept the breast from sliding entirely out. The way I was feeling now, Mom could bite down hard. I would love it but she might regret her macerated tit when she changed us back. The upper surface of Mom's penis rubbed my protruding clitoris. I gasped with pleasure as Mom moved, clasping her even tighter with my lovely legs. My calves squeezed her butt. I was still able to speak almost rationally. "Fuck me Mom! Do anything you want to me. Everything you always dreamed of. Make my last climax in your body something to remember. You can bite my tits harder, Mom. They don't hurt any more. Bite me harder Use me up Mom. Fuck me!!!" As we fucked our passion would rise and fall, approaching close to a climax, then receding, only to rise again. Mom was controlling the pace to maximize both our pleasures. She was a true artist at conducting our carnal symphony. I never thought of fucking as music. When I masturbated before as either myself or Mom I simply stroked my genitals to a crescendo, cumming at the end. But Mom was orchestrating our intercourse. Finally I could take it no longer. I just had to cum soon. "Fuck me," I cried. "Bite my tittie. Suck me, fuck me, Fuck me harder. I'm getting there. I can feel my orgasm starting. My tits, my cunt, my legs are all on fire. Oh, Mommy, you are making me cum. I'm cumming in your body I'm going to cum NOW! I'M CUMMING! OH, MY GOD! YES! YES! I'M CUMMING NOW! I'M CUUUMMMING!" Of course I exploded in the mother of all orgasms. Strange. I didn't even want sex when we started. I guess Mom knew what her body needed. I was totally wiped out. I shut my eyes and dozed off to be awakened by the smell of coffee, bacon and eggs. Mom usually cooked heathy foods but this time must have been an exception. After breakfast we sat at the table in Mom's workroom. She applied the electrodes to our heads and adjusted the knobs to the new settings she had worked out in Europe. "OK, this is it. We should revert back to our old bodies now." Then she flipped the switch and I felt the electric shock. I blacked out for a few seconds. When I recovered consciousness I was a teen aged boy again and Mom was herself sitting in the adjacent chair. We were back to our own selves. The next couple of days were almost normal except for a bit of awkwardness when Mom and I touched each other. Both of us obviously tried to ignore our recent intimacy but we found our hands lingering over each other's bodies. More than once I accidentally let my hands sweep over Mom's breasts. She pressed her groin against my butt when we passed each other in our narrow hall. Finally Mom sat me down. "We have to talk. I don't think we switched back exactly the way we were before. Our personalities are in the right bodies but we seem to have acquired each other's memories of what happened during the interval. I have all your recent memories as well as my own. I remember everything you did when I was gone. I expected that you would pleasure my body when I got aroused. I couldn't deny that I had to masturbate once in a while but I tried to tell myself that you wouldn't give me more than a couple of climaxes. I never imagined you would "do" me so much." "I know that you told me you pleasured my body many times but I never realized exactly what you did. Now I have vivid memories of you fondling my pussy and finger fucking me. I can almost feel your fingers moving in my vagina. I remember exactly how you sucked my nipples and put a cucumber in my cunt. You must have given me over 200 orgasms during the summer. I can almost recall the feelings I had during each one of them. It is hard to believe that you made me cum that many times. It excites me to even think about it." "Well Mom, it's partly your fault. You should have told me about how much you needed sex before you left. Before I read about it in your notebook I thought I was a pervert for wanting to give my self- orgasms so often. I also have your memories as well as my own. That girl that you slept with on the bike trip was really hot. "I have vivid memories of you playing with her huge tits and eating her cunt. I never had sex with any girl before but I have all your memories of my penis exploding into her while her legs held me tight. I loved how she screamed when she came. If you know where she lives, maybe you can introduce me to her. Oh, I almost forgot. She knows me already." "Well, she lives near Chicago. If we go there I'll see that you get together. But that isn't why I wanted us to talk. The way you used my body seems to have unlocked feelings that I kept repressed for years. I don't want to go back to the way I was in high school. But I truly want you to make love to me the way that you did when you were me. "I want you to give me each and every one of those 200 orgasms. I want you to love my body, play with my legs, suck my tits, and then fuck me to a screaming climax. You asked me to fuck you before we switched back. Now I'm asking you to do the same for me. Will you do it?" "Oh Mom, it's what I want more than anything in the world!" So that night we slept together again. And the next night. And the next. We have a lot of orgasms to go before we reach 200. I love fucking my Mom and she loves to get fucked by me. I eat her pussy while she sucks my cock. Her beautiful thighs wrap around my head while I mouth her clitoris. I wrapped my lips around the stiff little projection and sucked it into my mouth. It was like giving her a little blow job. An exquisite torture. Mom squirmed and cried with pleasure as I gently nibbled and chewed her clitoris. I could feel the vibrations in her body, each spasm in time with the motion of my tongue. Her legs quivered in an orgiastic dance on the bed, her torso shook. The muscles in her calves contracted and her toes pointed as if she was doing a carnal ballet. As she approached a climax her thighs got rigid and clutched my head harder. I was buried in the mountain of Mom's sensual flesh. I sucked her clitoris between my lips and licked the entire surface while Mom twisted and squirmed in passion. It's something I always wanted to do to myself when I was in Mom's body but. alas, I could never bend that far. All I could do was give my little cock a tiny hand job, stroking it until I climaxed. I love to eat Mom's cunt while she squeezes my head between her thighs. And she in turn sucks my cock like the sweetest lollipop in the world. After we play with each other's body parts for a while we reverse positions and fuck for real. Mom screams a lot as she cums. Our new relationship has several benefits. The school year started after Labor Day. Mom is back teaching university classes and I am in my senior year in high school. Mom says that our nightly sessions keep her satisfied. She doesn't have to take frequent breaks to masturbate any more. That gives her a lot more time. Her colleagues claim that she is much more relaxed and even more productive. A bit of sex works wonders. Me, I'm doing better in school as well. Thanks to my Mom's coaching, I aced my SAT and I will probably get into the college of my choice. Now I just have to choose it. I think that the personality switch may have left a little of Mom's smarts in my head. This semester Mom accepted a guest professorship at the University of Chicago for the next term. I can hardly wait to go there. I remember she promised to get me and her hot girlfriend together. Fucking both of them might get a bit complicated. Maybe I can arrange a threesome. On a final note, I think I've made my Mom pregnant. She is only 33 years old now, young enough for another baby. I expect that I'll have a newborn brother or sister within the next year. I'll find out how Mom's milk tastes then. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 81