Explore your new body

Luke, now fully transformed into Amanda, felt a surge of curiosity and desire coursing through his new body. He looked at himself in the mirror, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The yellow sundress clung to his curves, accentuating his mother's hourglass figure. He could feel the soft fabric against his skin, the gentle sway of his hips, and the weight of his breasts.

He walked over to the bed, his heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. He sat down on the edge of the mattress, feeling the soft give of the bed beneath him. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the motion, his breasts pressing against the fabric of the sundress.

Slowly, he reached up and began to unbutton the sundress, his fingers trembling slightly as he worked each button free. He slipped the dress off his shoulders, letting it fall to his waist, revealing the pink bra and the swell of his mother's breasts. He touched them gently, his fingers tracing the lace edge of the bra, feeling the softness of his skin and the firmness of his flesh.

He unhooked the bra, letting it fall away, his breasts spilling free. He cupped them in his hands, marveling at their weight and softness. He could feel the warmth of his skin, the gentle throb of his heartbeat beneath his fingertips. He pinched his nipples gently, feeling a jolt of pleasure that sent a shiver down his spine.

Luke stood up, letting the sundress fall to the floor, leaving him standing in just the pink panties. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, feeling the soft silk against his skin, and slowly slid them down his legs, revealing his mother's neatly trimmed pubic hair and the soft, pink folds of her pussy.

He sat back down on the bed, spreading his legs wide, feeling the cool air against his exposed skin. He ran his fingers through his pubic hair, feeling the soft, downy texture, before sliding his fingers lower, tracing the outer lips of his pussy. He could feel the warmth and wetness, the slickness of his arousal.

He spread his lips with one hand, revealing the delicate inner folds, the glistening wetness of his entrance. With the other hand, he began to explore, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns of his flesh, the soft, sensitive skin. He found his clit, a small, hard nub at the apex of his folds, and began to rub it gently, feeling a surge of pleasure that made him gasp.

He slid a finger inside himself, feeling the tight, wet heat of his pussy. He moved his finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his belly, the heat spreading through his body.

He added a second finger, then a third, stretching himself open, feeling the slick, wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of his pussy. He could smell the musky scent of his arousal, the sweet, tangy smell of his mother's body. He could taste it on his fingers, the salty, bitter taste of his own desire.

He rubbed his clit faster, his fingers moving in tight, quick circles, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, until finally, it snapped, and he came with a cry, his body convulsing, his pussy clenching around his fingers, his mind blanking out in a wave of pure, white-hot pleasure.

Luke lay back on the bed, his body limp and sated, his breath slowly returning to normal. He looked down at his body, his mother's body, glistening with sweat and flushed with pleasure. He had never felt anything like this before, never experienced such intense, all-consuming pleasure. And he knew, in that moment, that he wanted more.