(Alternate Route) No, she didn't

Your entire body froze at that moment, standing outside your parents' bedroom with your dick in your hand and the wall in front of you covered with your cum. It was almost comical in the sense that your sister or brother, coming home at any moment, could see you and have any number of thoughts, most of them self-destructive to your ego. The line Son, your mouth's writing checks your body can't cash, came to mind, especially with the way your siblings had a viciousness to them when it came time to form of ****.

A second passed. Then another. By the time you caught your breath and had the chance to peer into the bedroom, you were sure the door would fling open and Stephanie would be there, looking at you with a haughty smile your mom often had when she busted you and you knew it. The hypocrisy of the moment would only make your embarrassment that much more painful.

Stephanie was in there, alright, though she was asleep from the sounds coming from the room. In the event of orgasming in an unfamiliar body, plus the addition of the months now absence of sex, you supposed the sensations had overwhelmed her and knocked her out. The mind may be young but the body wasn't, your mom was athletic and spry and agile...but it was still 40 years old, much older than the 20-something Stephanie Burke, as Amber Brooks, had been.

You quickly pulled your pants back up and after wiping down the side of the doorway as cleanly as possible, you quietly shut the door and made your way back to your room, pausing only to deposit the towel you had used into your brother's laundry pile, and then closed the door behind you.

****

It was a bit of an awkward afternoon when Stephanie joined the rest of the family for dinner, trying to avoid looking at you but casting slightly embarrassed glances towards your way when she thought you weren't looking. You supposed the look on your face was also flushed because Tabitha, always the inquisitive one, asked you if you were doing okay. You just mumbled about how much you hated the homework assignment from English and she nodded in understanding, her own english teacher seemingly dumped a bunch of reports on her class as well. Your brother, ever lost in game-world, was barely paying any attention.

Your dad, for as much as he tried, still treated Stephanie was a friend or coworker. It was a reality of having to deal with the operation but to see the once very over-board lovey-dovey nature of your parents reduced to cordial smiles and small idle chit-chat, that was a bit disconcerting. You watched Stephanie out of the corner of your eye and you could tell how much this afternoon had bothered her, the reality of what was happening finally sinking in to you.

After dinner, you pitched in with the dishes as Tabitha cleared the table, your brother having already disappeared back into his room for the night and your dad had gone out to the office, having been called in to work on a project that he had sworn would be the end of him, as he put it. Afterwards, you nodded as your sister hopped out of the house and headed to her friend's for a sleepover, something she had been doing a lot of since Stephanie had come home. It was odd, you thought, as you wiped your hands and hung the towel back up. It really seemed like your family focused around a center of gravity and that center had been your mom.

You walked to your room and spent the next hour or so on your homework, finishing up your report, all the while having an ear out to see if you heard anything coming from any of the rooms. It was late by the time you finished and after packing your bag for the next day, you stood and walked to the bathroom. It took you a few moments after brushing your teeth to finally decide on what should have been an easy question to answer. Dad wasn't taking care of her, your brother and sister were even more remote than he was, and she was still trying to figure out her role in it. Stephanie may have been provocative and self-assured as a young woman but now, in the body of an older unfamiliar woman, her confidence was easily shattered. Fine place to find yourself, though...having to basically fuck your mom's body to keep your family together.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror. You were tall and while not as buff as some of the jocks, you were toned and had spent the past few summers doing manual labor around the neighborhood, having spent days in the sun, and your tan had not yet faded into pasty-white complexion, leaving you looking rather good from what you could gather. Sure, your game needed boosting, and you could stand a lesson or three in moves, but that could be remedied easily by the woman downstairs in the room. The woman who launched ten thousand missing socks with each video. In an hour. On a slow day.

_My mom's body..._you began but your mind joined your body in turning the argument around. The physical body was your mom's, yes, but you weren't going to make babies. Stephanie was in there now, it was as much Stephanie as your mom Jennifer, or more so now since Jennifer was pretty much dead and gone. You had come to a tenuous grip on it. If you could help her out with this, and get your family turned around, maybe you could put some semblance of normalcy in it.

It was a slow march down the stairs and you walked up to the doorway to your parents' room, noticing again that your footsteps had brought you there. Underneath the closed door, you noticed the dim light of the bedside table was on but there wasn't any sounds, no masturbation session, no raunchy role play. It was as if she were either asleep or crying and holding to herself again. Either way, you mused silently as your hand reached for the doorknob, it would be up to you to make the first move. Ironic comments about the virgin and the pornstar aside, your hand settled on the knob...