Become Her Son’s Girlfriend

The one man she wants more than any other is her own son, whose roguish charm and attractive body are much closer to his deadbeat father’s than his chubby, fairly plain mother. To finally feel the sexual release she’s been lacking for years, Maron decides to transform herself into Brittany Small, her son’s preppy, pretty girlfriend, and take her son for a long-overdue ride. Brittany’s the exact kind of girl Maron would have hated in high school, the kind that would have mocked her for being a geek.

As Maron opens the door, holding her prototype, she’s suddenly greeted by Brittany’s ass, kneeling naked before the couch, loudly and sloppily sucking her Ashton off. It’s hard not to be jealous, catching glimpses of her son’s magnificent cock, coated in Brittany’s thick, sticky drool. Trying to avoid conflict, she doesn’t say anything, simply looking away as she hurries upstairs to her room. The one thing she does, though, is point the prototype at the girl as she stops blowing her boyfriend to look at the old woman rudely intruding on them. Only when she gets upstairs does she inspect the data she gathered, and, satisfied by the thoroughness, compile it into a new form.

Later that evening, once Brittany had left, Maron set about putting her plan into action. Being careful not to wake Ashton yet, she snuck outside, transformed into Brittany, wearing clothes that the ditzy girl had left for Maron to wash. It was exciting, actually, to be dressed in such revealing clothes, to be young and horny, sneaking out to meet a cute boy. In fact, she felt even hornier than normal. Maron knocked on Ashton’s window, waking him up.

"Ash. Ash. Ashton!" she called, able to emulate Brittany’s voice perfectly. "Babe, wake up!"

"Huh? Wuh?" Ashton groaned, rolling over in bed, suddenly surprised to see his girlfriend at his window in the wee hours. "Britt?"

"Babe, let me in!" Maron begged, "C’mon, please?"

"Uh… oh, yeah, sure…" Ashton said, rubbing sleep from his eyes and opening the window for the teen, who was secretly his horny mother. "What are you doing here, it’s like, three in the morning, babe…"

"I’m sorry, I’m just… I’m just… so horny…" Maron pleaded, "Won’t you please fuck me?"

"Damn, I thought I gave it to you good enough before you left. Fuckin’ nympho…"

Without warning, Ashton pulled down his blankets, revealing his handsome, young body. "If you want it that bad, come ride me. I’m too tired to fuck you right now." he said, gripping his thick, longer-than-average cock with his left hand, smirking.

"Hnngh, fuck yes…" Maron moaned, her true voice slipping slightly. Ashton gave her a weird look, but didn’t seem to think much of it.

Savoring the act, Maron positioned her very needy pussy above her son’s throbbing cockhead, ready to indulge in some sweet, wonderf-

"What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Britt?" Ashton said, grabbing his mother by the hair. "You know the rules, you can’t trick me just because I’m tired. You agreed. Anal only."