Coming to terms

The labored breaths of three naked young people pervade the room. One of them, the only male, is laying on a bed too pink to be his, as much as the walls and the furniture; the other two, a brunette and a blondie, are sitting on the floor with their chin drenched with a white, sticky substance. Anyone who entered now would have no doubts as to what just happened, except that they could never imagine that the real owner of the room must not be searched between the two girls and that the boy on the bed isn't actually a boy.

Charity's body gets up and takes a pair of cloths from a closet, throwing one to her companion, you, and wiping her face with the other. You do the same, and then the both of you redress. You look at the exhausted guy, pondering on what to do now.

Wow. I can't believe that this was his first time.

"Yeah. Wait, what's that tone? Are you...".

Me? No, not at all, I was just saying... uh...

"You were the one who wanted to get rid of him.".

W-Was I? Well, maybe we could have him join us, we could make a deal or, or something!

"She'll never let you keep her body!".

-Is this...- He groans: -What do males feel every time? Like... like...-.

-Being shot in heaven and then catapulted down? Yeah.- You pause, he still doesn't know you're not the real Cindy: -I mean, that what they say.-.

-Have you... have you ever tried?- He manages to sit down, peeping at you from under the fringe, attached by sweat.

-Well, ehm, it's a bit complicated.- Charity answers. Eric shifts his glance between her and you, then says: -Listen, I'm not sure what's going on there, but you've said you needed my body, correct?-.

-Something like that.- You reply vaguely: -Why?-.

He puffs and runs his hand over his face: -Then I have a proposal for you. Your clone can keep my body, but I demand that he teaches me everything about all this stuff.-.

You open your eyes in shock: is she really trading her body? Her life? To some stranger like you? It's a too good occasion, but this means you will provide her with all your knowledge, isn't it a bit ris...

-We accept.- Charity interrupts the flow of your thoughts. You look at her incredulous, you haven't missed her excitement. Don't tell me that she's falling in love with him?!

Eric glimpses at you two uncertain: -I'm not sure who takes the decisions for you.-.

-There's not... uh... we decide for ourselves, I guess.-.

-Oh. Then...- He stretches out his hand, and Charity shakes it. You're still bewildered by the sudden evolution of the situation, but then Charity brushes your shoulder with a smile on her face, her now official face.

"So is it... done?".

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You close the wardrobe and sit on the bed, sighing in frustration. Nothing. You look up at the ceiling of the room, so much different from yours, so girly, feeling the intruder you are.

You've searched in every spot, in every corner, yet you haven't found any trace - not even one - of Tina's secret clothes, those you've seen her wearing or others that she may have. But that's impossible, they must be somewhere! Yet, why put them outside her room? It's not like she can imagine anyone rummaging in here, right? Eh, the only explanation left is that she has materialized them out of nothing, but that's ridiculous.

Defeated, you stand up and walk to the door.

-What are you doing sweetie?-.

You almost jump when you find your mother in the corridor, greeting you with her cordial smile. You weren't unprepared, however, and you draw a phone charger out of your pocket: -I've lent it to Tina yesterday.-.

-Oh. Well...- She looks like she wants to say something, but then she catches your eyes lingering on her form: she's wearing a tight grey dress, with long sleeves and a miniskirt in the bottom, loop earrings, and a pair of high-heeled sandals. She sensually sways her hips and teases you: -See something you like?-.

-Uh...-.

She comes to you and takes your face between her hands, then she fiercely kisses you, exploring your mouth with her tongue. The thought that she's your mother isn't a hold-back anymore, and you reciprocate her with passion.

-Mmm... Let's move to my bedroom...-.

-Wait.- You turn her off, much to your fatigue: -I can't now. I was planning to go to Jeremy's.-.

-He can wait...- She locks her lips with yours again, but you cut it. God, you're dying to do that with her, but you're worried for your friend too.

-He's not answering me for days, neither is showing up at Uni. I just want to check... please, try to understand.-.

-Oh, honey!- She caresses your cheek sporting commotion on her face: -Of course I do! I'm so proud of you right now! Come on, let me drive you to him.- she then turns around and beckons you to follow her downstairs.

-T-Thanks, but there is no need to...-.

-Nonsense.- She looks at you in profile with a smirk, flaunting her ample rear as to give you a stroke: -It's the minimum for my generous little boy~~~

She does not want to hear reasons, so five minutes later you're in her car, directed to your best friend's house. You wonder, trying to shift bach your focus on him, if the illness of his mother has gotten worse; you really hope it's not the case since Helen is such a nice woman.

"Nice and hot..." You grimace, disgusted by your own naughtiness. Your family is one thing, but she's your friend's mother for fuck sake!

-Here we are sweetie.- Your mom parks her car on the side of the road, right in front of the house. You both get off (for a second you ask yourself if she has ever dared to go out wearing something so little baggy) and you ring the doorbell.

No response.

You ring again, then call his name.

-Jeremy? Are you in there dude?-.

You look at your mother, who shrugs her shoulder confused as you are. Then, finally, the door opens, but you note that the deadbolt is inserted so you can only see a fissure. Jeremy looks... pale, and maybe sweaty. Oh, God! What's this smell?

-Tom?- He asks hesitantly. Shit, you've never heard him with that tone: he's usually lively and malicious! What could have brought him to this state?

-Jeremy, hey pal, how are you?-.

Instead of answering you, he moves his glance to your mom.

-Is your mother with you?- He asks... bitterly? What?

-Hi Jeremy.- She nonetheless returns politely.

-Dude, is something wrong?- You ask frowning.

-No.- He replies after some seconds: -It's all right. Thanks for stopping by.-.

He's about to close the door, but you stop him: -W-Wait, slow down, what's gotten into you? You look like a rag!-.

-I'm fine.- He repeats, a growing annoyance in his voice. From inside the mansion, you hear noises like moving furniture, and the growl of some animal, or more probably a groan.

-You, you sure?-.

-I told you yes!- He spits out, taking you aback: -Now please, go away and don't talk to me anymore! Neither you nor your family!-.

You're stumped.

-What are you talking about? Man, we're Tom and Jerry, right? What...-.

He slams closed the door, and you even catch the sound of the door lock. You find yourself looking at the entrance, unable to process any thought. Then, you feel your mother's hand on your shoulder; you've almost forgotten she was here with you.

-I...- You babble: -I don't... I mean...-.

-I know.- She says sorrowingly.

-I'm sorry sweetie. Let's go back home.-.

The trip back is silent, despite the looks of compassion that she gives you every now and then. You feel shattered, like you've just lost a brother. How could it have happened? Is this some kind of nightmare?

You walk inside of your home like a zombie, your sisters haven't returned yet from their afternoon with Emily. You look at your mom, she's standing in front of the couch with a sorry expression. Then, she smiles with complicity and adjusts her chest, making her tits slightly bounce.

-I'm not in the mood mom.- You say. You feel like you need a hug, some comforting words maybe, not... not sex.

-I feel your pain, Tom. I've hard my arguing with my friends too, the last thing you should do now is to think about it.-.

She doesn't stop here, she broadens her v-neck waistline revealing her light blue bra, cupping her magnificent pair of boobs. She's provoking you with glances that would make you melt on any other occasion.

-I don't know...-.

Acknowledging your repulsion, she saddens a bit and gets dressed again.

-You're probably right, sweetie. I'm sorry for having upset you even more.-.

Upset... you're not upset, you're broken, ****, and... and what else?

"Angry?".

Yes, you are angry too. Looking at your voluptuous mom makes you angry more and more. You turned down her advances earlier to go to Jeremy, and how did he pay you back? He has treated her like rubbish, both her and you! And why? Has he at least told you?

Your mom ruefully sits down on the sofa, and seeing her dejected like this... next thing you know, you are kissing her with her same intensity of before, only that you're the one leading now.

-Good boy...- She whispers suavely: -Let Mommy take care of everything...-.

While you are kissing, she manages to unfasten her bra, and lets it fall on the floor. As for an arcane spell, her breasts don't sag, not even by one millimeter, and thus your eyes rest on their perfect roundness for several seconds.

-Do you like Mommy's tits?- She chirps, standing up and brushing her back on your chest.

-Yes...-.

She guides your hands up her body, until you feel your digits sinking into her bare, lipids globes.

-Mommy likes when her baby boy plays with her tits. Mmm...- She lets out soft moans as you grope them. You bury your face on her blonde locks. All this epitome of perfection is really yours, it's still unbelievable. Who cares the rest.

Your mother turns around and gives you another peck, then she slowly descends on her knees. You admire her in bewitchment as she unfolds your belt and reveals your erected phallus, which trembles at the touch of her manicured fingers. She closes her eyes and swallows it in her mouth, moving forward and backward to give you a proper blowjob, her tits bouncing unrestrained at her pace.

"Oh God... my mom is... sucking my dick... so good...".

-Mmm... ah... come on sweetie, I don't want to spoil what's coming next...- She announces stopping before you could cum, not that you comply, since she starts to undress again. In a minute, you're watching her nude form sat on the couch, one leg bent on the pillow and the other touching the ground, as if she wanted to show you her thigh from a slit dress. Only that she's not wearing any dress, just her sensual skin.

-Turn around, mom.- . She has said that she would take care of you, instead right now you want to be the one giving orders. Nobody will ever think that she has done this to you, that you were a mere part of it: it's you who want to do it with her.

She complies, smirking complicitly. Her smile does not fade even when you grasp her by her hip and her neck and you stick your shaft inside her pussy; on the contrary, she shows to enjoy it as much as you do. You should be used to the sensation by now, yet each jab is a new elation of senses.

-Good boy, good boy! Ahh! You're making mom very proud!-.

-I love you, mom!- You say between thrusts: -But you, you've hurt me!-.

What? What were you saying?

-O-Ohh, h-how?- She bends over more upon the armrest and you pinch her arsecheeks with both of your hands, making her blow, teeth-greeted, for the feeling.

-What you do, uh, with dad... you said you were mine, but-but you still kiss him... you still sleep with him, you still hug him!-.

-But honey, you-ohhh-you have to understand, he's my-ohhh-husband!-.

-I don't care!- You scream loudly, surprising even yourself. And you are even more surprised when you lift her bottom side weightless, holding her leg by below the knee and pulling her to you. You're fucking her so hard that she has to droop, moaning towards the ceiling.

-I want you to be mine, mom! Only mine! I, I need you!-.

-Honey! Ohhh!!! Honey!!!-.

You can't hold that speed for long, so you twist her and you squeeze on her tight, burying your dick up to its basis in her pussy, the same pussy you were born from, the same pussy you want to go back in.

-Tell me you'll leave him!- You bark: -Tell me that you will divorce from him!-.

-I, I can't!!! But I promise-ahh-I promise to you that you're the only one-ohh-that I love! That every time he'll kiss me I will think about you! That every time, every time he will fuck me I will think to your thick cock!!!-.

You don't know if you're satisfied with this, you don't even know why you're saying those things. But you damn know that the idea of your mom cheating on him with you like this, hell, it really excites you. Knowing that even if she will scream his name she will picture you inside her head, and that he will never know it, urgh!!!

-L-Let me end this for you, honey! For us!- She whines, and you sit down so that she can lay on your lap in reverse cowgirl position. You don't last any longer, first you and then her reach the orgasm while being still inside.

-OHHHHHH!!! Oh, that was, good!!!- She exclaims breathlessly. You're drained out too. You feel your sperm leaking out of her sex, oozing along your dick. Despite everything, she doesn't move and, on the contrary, leans completely on you, peeking at you in profile with eyes drunk with pleasure.

-Mom, you should get off and... have a clean.- You suggest, not wanting to get her pregnant.

-Why so? I want to be found out like this.- She purrs.

-I don't care who opens the door first, I want them to see us. To see how much we love each other...- Her body shivers in anticipation, but the clarity post-coitus forbids you to share her fantasy.

-Be reasonable, you've said by yourself: what if it's dad?-.

-Mmm... you're not asking it because I'm heavy, right?-.

-W-What? Of course no!-.

She giggles amused by your embarrassment: -Alright sweetheart, but first tell me that mommy has managed to make you forget of your friend...-.

You darken at the memory of what has happened no more than half an hour ago. Your rage is still there, yet...

-Aww~~

You've nabbed one of her mounds and, rather of getting angry, she rubs herself on you, like a purring cat.

"Yet I feel like I don't need him anymore.".