After an hour

I slumped onto the couch in the living room, phone in hand, thumb mindlessly scrolling through Instagram reels. The minutes crawled by as bikini models and thirst traps blurred together, each curve and pout making my dick twitch against my sweatpants. My free hand drifted down, palming myself through the fabric as I imagined those lithe bodies replaced by mom's thick hips, those bouncing tits swelling into her heavy udders. The notification ping made me jump - 59:57. Three more seconds. My mouth went dry as the countdown hit zero...

Everything went black. When I opened my eyes, the familiar weight of mom's tits dragged at my chest.

I stumbled toward the hallway mirror, mom's sensible flats clacking on hardwood as her hips swayed with each step. The morning light through the bay window caught her floral blouse stretched taut over those monstrous milkers. My hands - her hands - instinctively crawled up to knead the dense flesh through cotton, fingertips finding hardened nipples already poking against the fabric. "Jesus fuck," I breathed in her honeyed voice, watching her reflection's cheeks flush when I hooked a thumb under the waistband of her mom jeans. The denim clung to that childbearing spread like a second skin, every inch of this mature body radiating slutty fertility.

I made my way towards my real body where it lay slack-jawed on the couch, Mom's engorged nipples chafing against her bra with every eager step. My own teenage form looked pathetic compared to this goddess vessel - pasty skin stretched over soft rolls, sweatpants tented by morning wood. My pulse thundered in Mom's ears as I straddled the couch, her denim-clad ass hovering over that pathetic erection. "Time to teach you how a real woman fucks," I purred in her saccharine tone, popping the button on her jeans to reveal damp cotton panties clinging to that swollen cunt.

The soaked cotton peeled away from mom's sticky slit with a lewd squelch, her matronly musk flooding my borrowed nostrils as I shoved the panties down meaty thighs. My real body's cock stood trapped between its pasty stomach and my dripping cunt, twitching pathetically against teenage flab. I gripped that worthless prick harder than necessary, relishing how her manicured nails dug into tender flesh as I positioned her swollen lips against the tip. "This is how you fuck a woman," mom's voice cooed with venomous sweetness, her hips crashing down to impale that virgin cock on every inch of fertile MILF pussy.

I rode myself like a bitch in heat, mom's meaty thighs slapping against teenage flab as her dripping cunt devoured inch after inch of virgin dick. Her tits swung wildly beneath the floral blouse, engorged nipples scraping fabric with each **** plunge. "F-feel how a real woman takes it!" I squealed in her fucked-out voice, nails clawing at my real body's pudgy chest as her womb kissed my cockhead.

The sharp clap of mom's fat ass cheeks smacking against my teenage thighs echoed through the living room, each wet slap fueling the animal rhythm as I pistoned her hips faster. Her pendulous tits escaped the floral prison, swinging freely as sweat slicked between our colliding bodies. "Hear that, baby?" I moaned in her breathless falsetto, nails raking down my chest as her stretched cunt milked every throbbing inch. "That's the sound of your mommy's ass begging for your cum!"

The thought of dad walking in on his precious wife riding her son's cock sent a filthy thrill through mom's cunt, her walls spasming around my twitching dick. My real body's hips bucked upward instinctively, driving that virgin meat deeper into her sloppy depths as mom's thighs quivered. "Fuck yes, breed your mommy!" I screamed in her shrill housewife voice, picturing dad's face contorting in horror as he found us—his slutty wife impaled on her own child, fat tits bouncing while his seed flooded her womb. Mom's cunt clenched like a vice around my cock as adrenaline surged through her milf body.

The fantasy of discovery pushed mom's body to its limit, her cunt spasming around my cock like a greedy fist as I fucked her harder into the couch springs. "Take it all, you disgusting boy!" I screamed in her shrill voice, slamming her hips down until my balls slapped against my real body's ass. Her tits swung violently, nipples raw and erect as I groped them with her own hands—rough enough to leave finger-shaped bruises dad would question later. With each thrust, I imagined leaving cum dripping from her womb, planting evidence that'd make mom's prim church friends blush during Bible study.

Panting in mom's throaty voice, I pulled her sloppy cunt off my twitching cock with a wet pop, strands of our mixed fluids glistening between her gaped lips and my purple head. Mom's knees hit the hardwood as I shoved her face into my teenage crotch, her swollen tits swaying beneath me while her pillowy lips engulfed my shaft. "Mommy's gonna suck your cock now son," I growled through her perfect housewife mouth, gagging her throat on my cock until tears streaked her mascara.

Mom's throat convulsed around my shaft like a velvet noose, her gag reflex triggering violently as I skull-fucked her face into my teenage groin. Tears and mascara streaked down her flushed cheeks, mixing with saliva that bubbled around the cock stretching her gullet obscenely. I **** her head down until her nose pressed into pubic hair, her perfect housewife makeup ruined as she choked on her son's prick. Her manicured hands scrambled at my thighs—my real body's rough flesh—leaving red scratches that bloomed like evidence of matricide.

I pulled back from my real body's cock with a gasp, mom's chest heaving as her spit-slicked lips hovered inches from my throbbing tip. "Daddy's gonna love finding his good little slut drenched in her son's filth," I cooed in that saccharine housewife timbre, twisting her nipple hard enough to draw a pained whimper from her throat. Her cunt clenched around nothing, dripping onto the hardwood as I **** her trembling knees apart wider.

Her tongue slithered up my throbbing shaft like the good little cumslut she pretended not to be, mom's lips smearing gloss across my leaking crown. "Mmm, taste that?" I purred in her saccharine singsong, flicking her swollen clit as she deepthroated me. "Your mama's addicted to her baby boy's dick." Her throat muscles fluttered around me in time with obscene suckling noises, spit dripping down her chin onto those sinful tits.

I smashed mom's lips against my real mouth in a sloppy incestuous parody of romance, her gloss smearing across my teenage lips as I **** her tongue past my own teeth. The taste of my cum and her ruined mascara flooded mom's mouth as I groped my real body's jaw through her trembling hands, our shared moans vibrating between swollen lips. Her tits crushed against my younger chest while I plunged her tongue deeper, imagining dad walking in to find his wife tongue-fucking her son like some back-alley whore.

I ground her mouth harder against my younger lips, mom's tongue plunging into my throat with the **** hunger of a nympho housewife. Her pillowy lips suctioned around my face as I vacuumed my own tongue, tasting teenage sweat and her cloying lipstick. "Mmm, fuck yes baby," I moaned through her spit-slicked mouth, clawing her hands through my real hair hard enough to rip strands loose. Her tits jiggled obscenely against my chest as I **** her to french kiss herself, our shared saliva dripping down mom's chin onto the crucifix pendant dad gave her for their anniversary.

With mom's manicured nails carving crescent moons into my thighs, I bucked her hips forward until her fat cunt lips kissed the base of my swollen cock. "This pussy made you, now it's gonna milk you dry," I growled through her throaty moan, slamming her pelvis down hard enough to make our shared flesh jiggle. Her cervix kissed my teenage cockhead with every brutal thrust, mom's ruined body taking what it created as I fucked myself raw.

I began to ride my real body's cock like a breeding mare in heat, mom's drooling cunt swallowing every inch until my teenage balls slapped against her ass. Her womb pulsed hungrily around my shaft as I pistoned her hips, nails clawing red trenches through my real chest's hair. "Take it, you fucking incubator!" I shrieked through her trembling vocal cords, feeling her cervix dent under the savage thrusts. Our shared screams melded into one when I **** her pelvis down in a final brutal slam, teenage cum erupting into mom's violated uterus in hot ropes that leaked out around my twitching cock.

I kept her impaled on my twitching cock, mom's stretched cunt spasming around my sensitive shaft as her womb greedily gulped down every last drop. Her manicured hands pressed against my real body's sweat-slick chest, nails digging into teenage flesh while my seed brewed in the oven that baked me. "Gonna pump you full til it takes," I panted through her quivering lips, grinding her hips in tight circles to stuff my cum deeper past her battered cervix. "Who'd believe Daddy's frigid hag could take cock like a Bangkok whore?" I thought to myself.

My hips kept grinding in lazy circles even after my balls had emptied, mom's gaping cunt lips clinging to my softening cock like a hungry anaconda. Sweat dripped off her sagging tits onto my real body's heaving chest as I collapsed forward, crucifix pendant swinging between our flushed flesh. The thought slithered through her post-orgasm haze like a serpent - if I could puppet mom's meat puppet this well, who else's strings might I pull? Dad's callused hands pawing at her dress during Thanksgiving dinner. Sis's perky college tits bouncing as she did yoga in those fucking lululemons.

The crucifix swung between our sweat-slicked chests as I rode mom's flabby thighs back to life, her cunt sucking at my spent cock like a greedy infant. "Think you've got another load in those baby balls?" I sneered through her quivering lips, slapping her sagging tit hard enough to leave a handprint on decaying flesh. Her meaty palm roughly jerked my teenage cock back to attention, mom's arthritic fingers pumping until veins bulged against liver-spotted skin. I slammed her back down onto my aching shaft, relishing the wet squelch of overfilled pussy juice mixing with drying cum.

"F-fuck yes, breed your nasty old mommy!" I moaned wantonly through her slack jaw, pitching her voice into the breathy whimpers I'd overheard during her rare couplings with Dad. Her sagging tits slapped against my teenage chest with each wet thrust, pierced nipple catching on chest hair as I **** her to babble filth. "God your little cock feels so big in mommy's stretched-out cunt - gonna cum again in your incubator?" The guttural cries tore from her throat in time with cervix-pounding slams, her vocal cords vibrating with obscene pleasure as I made my own mother beg to be impregnated by her son. "Harder!

Fuck mommy's rotten cunt raw!" I howled through her dripping jowls, feeling my teenage balls tighten against her prolapsed asshole as another scalding load rocketed up my shaft. Mom's gaping cervix kissed my cockhead right as the first violent spurt painted her shriveled womb white, her atrophied vaginal walls convulsing around my throbbing length like a **** rattle. I ground her pelvis in savage circles, using her sagging tits to muffle my real body's broken sobs as she milked me dry again. "Look at you," I sneered through her cum-flecked lips, slapping her bloated stomach, "forty years barren and now you're just a broken cumdump for your own son."

The words hung in the air, thick with bile and regret, as I pulled out, leaving her cunt to dribble the remnants of my seed onto the floor. Her body, now a vessel for my depravity, slumped forward, exhausted and spent. I couldn't help but laugh, a cold, mirthless sound, as I realized the depths of my own corruption. The crucifix pendant still swung between us, a twisted mockery of the innocence we'd both lost.

Laughing hoarsely through mom's ruined throat, I **** her doughy knees to the cum-slick floor, her crucifix dragging through puddles of our mingled filth. Her bloated tongue laved up the glistening shaft with obscene reverence, catching thick globs of cooling seed that oozed from my swollen tip. "Such a good boy," I crooned through her spit-smeared lips, hollowing her cheeks around my sensitive head to suckle the last bitter drops from weeping veins. Her arthritic fingers kneaded my trembling balls as she deepthroated me with decades-practiced ease, the briny tang of incestuous corruption blooming across her tastebuds like communion wine.

Her cracked lips sealed around my twitching cockhead one final time, sucking with ruined muscle memory until every vein stood polished in the dim light. I worked mom's throat in methodical pumps, her epiglottis scraping away the last pearly streaks clinging to my shaft. When I finally withdrew, her spit-slicked fist followed, rasping up and down in rough strokes that left my teenage dick gleaming with **** propriety.

Her trembling fingers left snail trails of maternal spit along my shaft as the revelation hit like divine retribution - why stop at fucking this meat puppet when I could puppet her later too? I guided mom's sagging face against my sticky cockhead in a mockery of filial piety, her crucifix pendant sticking to my sweat-sheened balls as I made her mumble apologies into my pubic hair. "Oh Mrs. Henderson," I mimicked through her swollen lips while jerking off with her hand, "so sorry my delinquent son keyed your car."

A bark of laughter escaped mom's semen-crusted lips, the sound warping into her church choir soprano as I realized the true scope of my immunity. "Who'd believe sweet Mrs. Patterson's boy did anything?" I cooed through her clotted throat, already plotting how her trembling hands could forge apology notes while I rode neighbor boys raw in this sagging flesh-prison. Her crucifix bit into my real body's thigh as I smashed her face against my softening cock, imagining Sunday service confessionals where I'd finger her cunt through support hose while parishioners praised her piety.

I then thought I was done for today, as I could explore various other bodies in our neighborhood to have fun, so I got up and began to redress myself back in the floral blouse and jeans after putting on my cotton undergarments that I had shed on the ground moments ago as I prepared to transfer back into my real body. The fabric felt heavy against my sweat-drenched skin, clinging to me like a second layer of guilt. I buttoned the blouse with trembling fingers, each button a reminder of the degradation I'd inflicted. As I dressed, I couldn't help but think about the next body I would take over, the next person I would use for my twisted desires.

As I yanked up the sweatpants, the elastic waistband dug into my flesh like a guilty conscience, each stitch a reminder of the depravity I'd unleashed. The timer on the nano gun glared at me, a countdown to my escape from this flesh-prison. I smoothed the fabric with trembling hands, the sweat-drenched material clinging to my thighs like the weight of my sins. The room reeked of sex and betrayal, each breath a reminder of the corruption I'd sown. My mind raced ahead, already selecting the next victim, the next puppet to dance on my strings.

As I walked across the hallway, the soft carpet muffled the sound of my footsteps, but the weight of my actions echoed louder with each step. Catching glimpses of myself in the mirror, I was struck by the mature form I now inhabited—my mother's body, once a symbol of nurturing and care, now a vessel for my darkest desires. The floral blouse clung to my sweat-drenched skin, a constant reminder of the guilt that gnawed at my conscience. Yet, with each reflection, I felt a twisted sense of empowerment, as if I had transcended the boundaries of morality.

As I stood there, the weight of my actions settled in, but the twisted sense of power lingered. I couldn't resist one final act of mockery. "Thank you, Mommy," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, using her own voice against her. "Thank you for letting me use your body to fuck my real one. It was... enlightening." The words felt bitter on my tongue, but there was a dark satisfaction in them. I turned to leave, the floral blouse clinging to me like a shroud, each step echoing the depravity I'd unleashed.

Then suddenly I blacked out and now I was back in my own body on the couch where I had used mom just right here. The air was thick with the stench of sex and betrayal, and my own body felt foreign, lighter, as if the weight of her flesh had been a burden I'd only just realized I'd carried. My hands trembled as I reached down, half-expecting to find the soft curves of her body, but instead met the familiar contours of my own. The room seemed to spin, and for a moment, I couldn't distinguish between the two bodies—hers and mine. The memory of her warmth lingered on my skin, a haunting reminder of what I'd done. I could still taste the bitterness of her spit mixed with my semen, a vile concoction that burned my throat.

I shuffled towards the hallway, each step a heavy burden of guilt and depravity. The carpet muffled my footsteps, but the weight of my actions echoed louder with every move. The dim light cast long, ominous shadows, and the air clung to the stench of sex and sweat, a nauseating reminder of what I'd done. There she was, just as I expected—my mother stood in the hallway, her body swaying slightly as if caught in a breeze only she could feel. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, and her hands hung limp at her sides. The floral blouse was buttoned crookedly, and her jeans were slightly askew, a testament to the haste with which I had redressed her.

I then walked back to my room with a carefree stride, the weight of my depravity lifting with each step, knowing that she would remember nothing of the violation I'd committed within her body. The dim hallway lights cast long shadows that stretched and twisted around me, like the gnarled threads of my conscience. The air still clung to the musk of sex and betrayal, a noxious scent that followed me as I moved, a constant reminder of what I'd done. My heart pounded in my chest, not from fear, but from the exhilaration of having gotten away with it. The silence of the house was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft creak of the floorboards beneath my feet.

I stepped into my room, the dim glow of the evening sun casting long shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the lingering scent of sweat and betrayal, a constant reminder of what I'd done. My eyes drifted towards the window, the glass a portal to a world full of potential puppets, each one a vessel waiting to be controlled. The neighborhood was quiet, the occasional chirp of a bird or the distant hum of a car breaking the silence. I leaned against the sill, my fingers tracing the cool glass as I scanned the street below.

As I gazed out the window, the familiar figure of Aunt Jolene emerged from the afternoon haze, her reserved demeanor a perfect mirror of my mother's. The thought of her sent a shiver down my spine, not out of familial affection, but from the twisted excitement of knowing she could be my next puppet. I imagined her, a reserved housewife, oblivious to the depravity that had just consumed her sister. The same crucifix that had bitten into my thigh now seemed to mock me, a symbol of the hypocrisy I could soon exploit.