Eric wears his mom

You look at Eric, a wicked grin spreading across your face. "Now, dear, it's your turn to reciprocate. Let me fuck your mother," you say, holding out Linda's skin to him. Eric looks at you, his face paling. "Ew, no way. That's gross," he protests, shaking his head. You chuckle, squeezing your breasts. "Come on, dear. It's only fair. You fucked your grandma, now let me fuck your mom," you say pouting.

Eric hesitates, looking at the skin in your hand. "Fine," he relents, taking the skin from you. "But this is so fucked up," he mutters, shaking his head.

"Live a little, Eric. You might enjoy it," you say, encouragingly. You sit down on the sofa, your legs spread wide, your fingers already playing with your wet pussy. You moan softly, your eyes locked on Eric as he hesitantly starts to step into his mother's skin.

He starts with the legs, his hairy, muscular legs disappearing into Linda's smooth, shapely ones. You watch as he pushes his hips into the skin, his cock disappearing as he acquires his mother's smooth, shaven pussy. You feel a jolt of arousal, your fingers moving faster against your clit.

Eric continues, pushing his arms into the skin, his hands transforming into his mother's smooth, well-manicured ones. His chest inflates, acquiring Linda's huge breasts. You can't help but stare, your mouth watering at the sight. You moan softly, your fingers working faster as you watch Eric transform into his mother. He finally puts on the face, his features melting away to be replaced by Linda's. He stands before you, naked and beautiful, his voice now Linda's.

"Wow, I'm mom now. I even have her voice," he says, feeling his vocal cords with his feminine fingers.

You smirk, your eyes filled with lust. "Alright, dear. Time to start," you say, mimicking Sandra's voice. Eric looks at you, his eyes narrowing. "Are you removing the skin or not?" he asks, gesturing to your sagging body.

You shake your head, a wicked grin on your face. "No, dear. I have an idea," you say, reaching down to your pussy. You push your hands inside, feeling around until you find a hard, pipe-like thing. You pull it out, your pussy wrapping around it and sealing it, creating a cock covered in your pussy lips.

Eric looks at you, his eyes widening. "What the fuck? How did you do that?" he asks, his voice filled with shock.

You chuckle, stroking your cock. "Just a little trick I learned, dear. Now, come here and suck my cock like a good little slut," you say, grabbing him and pulling him towards you. Eric hesitates, looking at your cock with a mix of fascination and disgust. "I don't know how to give a blowjob," he protests weakly.

You roll your eyes, pointing the remote at him and pressing the 'Memories' button. He shakes for a moment, his eyes fluttering closed. When he opens them again, he smiles, his voice filled with lust. "Oh, mom, that's a big cock for your age. I would love to suck it," he says, dropping to his knees in front of you. You smirk, grabbing his head and guiding it to your cock. "That's a good little slut," you say, your voice filled with satisfaction.

Eric takes your cock in his mouth, lubing it with his spit. He starts to slide it in and out, his head bobbing up and down. You moan softly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through you. You can't moan too loudly, your age not permitting it, but your breath hitches as he takes you deeper into his mouth. He throbs your cock, deepthroating it like a pro, his tongue swirling around the tip. You can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing with pleasure. After a few minutes, you cum, your hot semen shooting into his mouth. He swallows it all, looking up at you with a smile.

You lay down on the sofa, your body tired from the exertion. Eric climbs on top of you, straddling your cock. He starts to ride you, his hips moving up and down, his huge breasts bouncing with each movement, his ass slapping against your thighs. You groan, your body stiffening with pleasure. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the excitement too much for your old body to handle. Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots through your heart. You clutch your chest, your face contorting in pain, your breath coming in short gasps.

Eric panics, quickly dismounting you, his eyes widening in fear. "John? Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. You try to speak, but no words come out. Your vision blurs, and you faint, your body going limp. Eric quickly tries to remove your Sandra skin. "John? John! Wake up!" he shouts, his voice filled with fear. He manages to peel off the skin, revealing your true form underneath.

He looks down at you, his eyes filled with worry. "John? Wake up, man. Don't scare me like this," he says, shaking you gently.

Eric starts to give you CPR, his mother's memories guiding him. His mother's hair interfering with his vision, her breasts bouncing with each compression. "Come on, come on," he mutters, his voice filled with desperation. He continues to pump your chest, his breath coming in short gasps. "Don't die on me, John. Don't you fucking dare," he says, his voice shaking with emotion.

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours, blowing air into your lungs. He pulls back, his hands moving to your chest, continuing the compressions. He's determined to save you, to bring you back from the brink of ****. And he won't stop until he does.