Chapter 5: You're mom's body is too off putting an...

Created by: MrSuits

Chapter 5: You're mom's body is too off putting an...

by: MrSuits

A few minutes later you and Anita walked out onto the indoor tennis court where Sarah and Gwen stood waiting. “Nice of you to finally show up!” Sarah sneered condescendingly.

“I wish we were sorry!” Anita retorted heading over to the bench next to theirs. “You ready to get beaten then?” She gave them fighting talk.

“Like you and Tracy would be able to beat us.” Gwen laughed cockily, Sarah joined in the fake laughter seeking to get you and Anita riled.

“Oh we’re gonna rag you!” You responded viciously. “You’ll see.”

They both laughed again. “Alright Tracy. Keep your bra on.” Sarah poked, “Oh wait, looks like its too late for that!” They continued to cackle obnoxiously.

“Are you cold Tracy? You look a bit nippy.” Gwen jested getting involved with the childish puns.

“Santa called, he wants his sacks back!” Sarah joked all the while the two carried on their incessant snorty laughter.

“Shut up you two. Lets just play!” Anita barked back.

“Ooh! Well at least Anita’s supporting you… more than you can say for your bra.” Gwen joked and the two high fived carrying on laughing as they walked onto the court and into position. You clenched your fists in anger as you followed Anita on court. How were these two women so irritating? You thought all middle-aged housewives were kind and motherly, well at least all your mom’s friends generally were, but these two, they were like two wicked witches and they knew just how to stir shit up and get under your skin. You felt your mom’s skin tingling with annoyance, they were so far under it that they could probably see you tucked away inside. These two women being the most annoying people you knew imagining that not even Sam would hold up against them. But every time they insulted you they were insulting your mom and that was not ok. It was time to mess them up. You remembered back to the last time you’d played your mom at tennis, if these women played anything like her you were sure to rag them.

With that Anita threw the ball up in the air and served the game into action. Gwen returned it in your direction and you readied yourself to play a finished. Swing… Nothing. “Woah!” You gasped pulled forward by your swinging tits, lurching unintentionally towards the ground, totally off balance, as your legs tried their best to keep up with your body but to no avail, ending up sprinting forward a few steps before pummeling towards the ground landing square on your tits. It was the most humiliating thing to ever happen to you, and your mom, hearing Sarah and Gwen erupt into cackled laughter as you clambered back to your feet.

“Tracy are you alright?” Anita asked helping you up.

“Yeah she’s fine. Those airbags broke her fall!” Gwen joked and the two erupted louder into laughter.

“Yeah I’m fine Anita.” You said rubbing a hand against your right breast which stung a little. “Fucking bitches!” You cursed. “Lets carry on.”

With that Anita let go of you and jogged back to her spot. She waited for to get back into position before serving again. You’d have liked to have said the game completely turned around from that point on, and like a movie you overcame and conquered those two bitches, but that was far from the truth. In fact you’d been beaten two sets to none having only won 2 games in the whole match. Anita had played excellent however you just couldn’t get used to your mom’s body and the new center of gravity that came with it, not helped by her two huge unrestrained tits swinging around uncontrollably with each step and swing of the racket. You felt extremely humiliated, even whilst hidden beneath your mom’s skin, imagining that your mom would never hear the end of it from Sarah and Gwen who had already started dishing it out.

“Well looks like that was a bust for you too.” Gwen sneered as you quickly packed up your things to get the hell out of there.

“Yeah you two look like a right pair of tits… Oh and you two look stupid too.” Sarah joked starting up that awful laughter again. You were half tempted to shoot them with the gun, holding the bag firmly in your hand’s but choosing to resist knowing it was a stupid idea and instead just quickly bucking ass with Anita feeling ashamed of your thrashing.

When you got out into the car park you breathed a sigh of relief finally away from those god awful women and that terrible humiliation. Though as Anita hopped in the car, throwing her racket angrily in the back seat you realized she was seriously pissed off. You felt like a kid about to get bollocked and so hesitant to get in the car you slowly opened the boot and delicately placed your bags down. You pretended to rummage around in your bags for a moment, catching sight of the gun you looked up over the chairs and saw Anita’s fuming face in the rear-view mirror. At that moment you didn’t really think instead just grabbing the gun from the bag you raised it up and pointing it at the back of Anita’s head you pulled the trigger. Instantly she stopped her angered fidgeting, freezing like a statue staring vacantly out in front. Seeing that you quickly put the gun back in the bag and slammed the boot shut, before jogging around and opening the door to the seat where Anita was sitting. You took a brief glance around to make sure the coast was clear and then sat down in the driver’s seat as if Anita wasn’t even there.

After a brief moment of darkness you opened your new eyes instantly raising your hands up in front of them. They were Anita’s feminine hands. You grabbed the rear-view mirror and turned it towards you to find Anita’s face staring back at you, a mischievous smile curled her lips upwards. You glanced down, her tits greeted you, the two sizeable mounds cased firmly inside a tight sports bra and top. Your hands came up to cup the hefty mounds, much smaller than your mom’s but clearly firmer. “This should be fun!” You chuckled to yourself before turning the keys in the ignition.

Though you’d never driven a car, driving Anita’s automatic was like driving a go-kart and with the help of her Sat-Nav you managed to get safely to her suburban house. You’d been here before and knew her kids, Henry and Rosie, relatively well from a few holidays your families had been on together. It was late in the evening which meant they would both probably be in there so you needed to do your best at pretending to be Anita, not that they would be able to guess that you were actually Johnny possessing both your own mom and Anita at the same time. Knowing this you climbed out of the car, grabbed the bag with the gun from the boot and headed to the door.

Once inside you felt like an undercover agent in a place you weren’t supposed to be but disguised so that no one would ever know. Knowing your disguise was impenetrable you sauntered in feeling adventurous. “Hi mom!” Came a female voice from your left as you walked passed one of the doors. You stepped back and looked inside the room to see Anita’s daughter Rosie sitting watching TV.

“Hi Rosie.” You grinned, “Whatya doing?” You asked leaning on the door frame and looking into the room.

“Um… Just watching TV.” She said shooting you an odd glare. “Are you alright?” She asked intrigued by her mom’s slightly weird demeanor.

“Never better!” You chirped before turning around and heading on into the kitchen. You scavenged through the cupboards and pulled out some food, all stuff that Anita would never normally touch, but tonight Anita was going to indulge. With a few packs of crisps, a pack of biscuits and a tub of ice-cream in hand you meandered up to Anita’s room, passed Henry’s room where you could hear him playing some online game. Closing the door, you threw the food on Anita’s bed before you headed over to the mirror where you were greeted by the sight of Anita staring back at you.

If you’d thought seeing your mom’s reflection was a strange sight, well this was a stranger one. It was a women you very rarely saw, and when you did see her you didn’t really interact with her, yet now here you were in her room, in her body, staring at her reflection. It was hot to say the least. Made hotter by the fact that Anita was such a strong independent woman yet here she was completely submissive to you. You moved in close to get a better look at her face much like you had with your mom. Her skin was smooth and soft, you rubbed a hand along your cheek and then pulled down on the skin below her eyes. It was amazing to get to peruse somebody like this. You lifted up your upper lip so that you looked like a goofy toothed rabbit enjoying the funny sight it created. As you did though you noticed something you’d not before when you were your mom. The sweet aroma of Anita’s breath crept up your nostrils. You cupped your hands over your mouth and breathed out then taking in the smell. It was such a weird and perverted thing to do yet Anita scent was amazing even after all that exercise. Taking it a bit further you raised up your arm and gave your arm pit a sniff. Anita’s feminine musk meandered up your nostrils and it was too late when you realized that her arm pits didn’t smell so good. She needed a shower.