Family time at the mall

Moans. Sighs. Squeals. Finally, a loud scream of ecstasy.

-Anf... anf... oh God... hey, what are you doing?-.

The guy is referring to the phone you're holding with the camera on.

-Nothing... nothing you should worry about Mr. Creen. Why don't we seal the sale now? At the convenient price we had agreed upon, obviously.-.

He looks at you with steely eyes, but then he silently nods. Half an hour later, you're driving back home after an exhausting morning at work. Selling houses is not an easy thing; fortunately, you have recently become good at highlighting the options with buyers.

You mirror yourself in the rearview glass, winking at your sly expression. After having parked, you fix back your shirt and go back into the house. As you put your hand on the stove you start moving automatically, and within an hour you and the rest of your family are sitting around the table to have lunch.

Tom is still unease. Well, you yourself still feel strange seeing him in front of you. You didn't lie this morning, it's really weird for you not to be him anymore, but in your mother's body instead. However, you suspect that his discomfort is mainly caused by his father's presence; but, in this regard, he himself announces something that could change the tenor of your day.

-Guys, I have to go on a business trip after lunch. I'm sorry to tell you this, but a colleague had a sudden **** in the family, and so...-.

Tom indeed pops up his head, while Tina drops her fork with a shocked expression on her face. Kim just eats.

-Oh, Honey...- You put your hand on Robert's, and you have no inhibition this time, as you simply feel the sorrow of a very enamored wife who has to separate from her husband.

-Promise me you'll call every day.-.

-Of course.- He smiles and gives you a quick kiss on your lips. Enough, however, to make you feel moist and eager for more.

And so, when the kids withdraw in their room and Robert is tying his tie, you seductively approach him and place your hands behind his nape, stealing from him a kiss with an intensity that announces a happy continuation.

-Honey, I should go now...-.

You kiss him again, and in the meantime you taste his clothed pecs with your fingertips.

-Jess...-.

-When is the flight?- You purr, dragging you to the kitchen table. His answer is sighed, a groan bowed to the desire.

-In an hour...-.

-Then take the next one.-.

---

You're vanishing your nails, sitting at your desk, when the door opens. Your sister marches in with a pout, throwing herself on your bed without much regard and starting to whimper.

-...Excuse me?- You ask, still too bewildered to be angry.

-I don't want daddy to go, uff!- She complains, momentarily lifting the head from the pillow. From your pillow.

You screw close your brush and you get up, moving towards your occupied bed. Tina is still whining, clapping hands and feet on the mattress.

-Get. Out. Of. My. Bed.-.

-Sniff! Why are you so cruel, Big Sis? I'm in pain and you AGHAHBWAH!!!- She squirms as she tries to breathe while you're holding her in a headlock, sitting on her and blocking her legs and arms.

-I've said!!! Get!!! Out!!!-.

You hear something like an "ok!" several times, though it sounds more like the sucking of the sink; anyway, you're about to let her go (then you'd drag her out) when something makes a PLOMP and, suddenly, you are falling backward with something heavy in your hands. You manage to stay balanced and look down. You're still holding Tina's head... while her body is lump on the mattress.

You scream. Loudly. Internally.

Because your heart has just choked your throat.

"OH GOD!!! OH GOD!!!".

-Hey, what's going on?-.

You drop her head as if it burned and fall out of the bed, trudging backward with your hands.

"Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, what the fuck???".

-Why can't I feel my head? No, wait, I don't feel the rest. Hmm...- Tina's head speaks, laying next to her own hip bone, while her hands untidily touch around. You get up and close the door, sticking to it for a few seconds.

-Wait, is this... oh shit!- Tina is slowly realizing what's happened and she's beginning to panic.

-Kim, please, help me!-.

Your lips tremble in an attempt to say: "How?", which you eventually do.

-I dunno, just reattach me or something!-.

-Reattach... I won't touch you with a finger! You're utterly disgusting!-.

-Kim!-.

You massage your eyes cursing random's mothers, then with a swift gest you march to the bed, grab her head and stomp it on her neck, noticing only now the gooish sticky cutting surfaces. You step back, hoping that it has worked because you'll never do something similar, ever again. Oh fuck, you want to throw up.

Tina straightens herself while rubbing her neck, then pinching it where the cut has been.

-Wow, ok, ok, I think I'm whole again.-.

At these words, you instinctively dash to her and take her in a strong embrace, still gasping in shock and fear.

-Hey, huh...-.

You open wide your eyes gaining awareness of your last action, and you immediately withdraw; then, you look at her smirking face and punch it with a raging yell.

-Ouch! My nose! Have you gone crazy??-.

-Fucking! Stupid! Fucking stupid sister! Never talk to anyone about what happened, clear???-.

-Of what? The punch, the hug or the head thing...-.

-Don't tell anybody!!! And get the hell out!!!- You take her by the arm and, firm against her confusion, you throw her out of your room, closing the door in her face despite the protests.

Back on the wood, you grip a hand on your heart trying to re-stabilize the pulse. Instead, you feel like you are having a stroke. You slide to the floor and rest your face on your knees, and for the next two hours you don't get out of your room.

---

-And so...-.

You weren't expecting this. Kim, Tom and Tina are sitting on the couch as you've asked them to do, but it looks like a bomb has just gone off. Your eldest daughter is fuming, even more than usual; Tom is still upset from this morning; and Tina herself is curling a lock of hair on her digit in a nervous way.

-Well, guys, the mood is a bit off since your father has left. So I thought it would be really cool to do something together, like a real family.- You're a bit astonished to hear "cool" coming out from Mom's mouth, but since you're moving it you soon get over it.

-You mean... like...- Tom clears his throat: -like yesterday?-.

-Well...- You pause. None of the three seems enthusiastic right now.

-Not actually. I mean, we could. But I was thinking something more... normal. What if we go to the mall?-.

Kim frowns, being obviously the more intrigued by the idea. Tom just blinks, while Tina, never been a fan of shopping, snorts.

Well, somehow you convince them, and so after five minutes you're driving with Kim on your side and the other two kids in the rear seats. "Kids", heh. It still sounds strange.

-All right, let's find a dress for me.- You announce when you step into the mall. However, Kim turns towards a leather shop with all the intentions of dumping you.

-Where do you think you're going? This is a family outing.-.

-Pff. Pass. I don't wanna be seen around with you.-.

-Missy, I don't like your behavior.- You say crossing your arms. She rolls her eyes.

-Gosh, you're a pain in the neck. Listen, Mom, I have a reputation. I can't be caught with you or the nerd. I just can't.-.

Since you're getting nowhere, you decide to contain the damages: -Then take your sister with you. She's ok, right?-.

Kim falters for a moment, and so does Tina. Seriously, what has happened between them?

-Fine. Come on squirt, try to keep up.-.

-Yay! See you later guys!-.

As your girls leave, Tom realizes he's left alone with you.

-So, uhm... you were looking for a dress?-.

-Yes, sweetie.- You answer with a motherly smile. He, however, twitches his mouth awkwardly.

-Could you not call me like that? It's... it's strange...-.

-Well, but...- You want to reply that it's how Jessica has always called her children, but you simply nod.

-One step per time, right? Ok, Tom. Let's go.-.

---

-Hey, look! A candy shop! Can we stop?-.

-No.-.

-Oh. Wait, there's book store! Can we stop?-.

-Forget it.-.

-I see... hey-hey-hey, look at that! Did they open a new video games shop? Kim, we must...-.

-Videogames?!- You halt your track and spin around to face disdainful your jubilant sister.

-Are you out of your mind? Do you think I could ever set foot in a place like so... so... so dweeb?-.

-Come on, don't give me that! You can't pretend you don't like them anymore!- She taps your chest at the heart level: -It's all still in there, you know?-.

You push away that impertinent hand and indicate another mart: -I'm going there, and nowhere else. And I'm going with or without you.-.

She follows your finger and makes a grimace: -Shoes? But it's boring!-.

Heresy!

But better for you if she thinks so. You set off and stop in front of the shop window, lowering yourself to examine the shoes on display. You were attracted to this place automatically, from the moment you set foot in the mall. Only now you understand the reason. How could you have been so blind until two days ago? How could you think a girl could pair flip-flops with trousers and still look nice? Oh my God, that's not a combination, that's an abomination!

You begin to scan the showcase, looking for something notable.

-Uhm... those ones... and also that pair...-.

-I don't understand.- Says your sister's voice from behind you: -They are just shoes. It's not like someone takes notice of your feet.-.

-Mh-mh.- You pretend to agree: -Try to seduce a boy with black heels and then with vomit-green slippers, and we'll talk about it.-.

-...-.

-Touché. So.- She kneels down next to you, annoying like a bug buzzing on your ear: -Heels, uh? Well, I could take those ones.- she's referring to a 12-cm black t-strap.

It makes you laugh. How naïve, young padawan!

Not that you know what a padawan is.

-Forget them. They are too tall for your legs, you would look like an ostrich. Besides, t-straps? The 20th century is over by decades.-.

-Oh, uhm, ok.- She takes the shot, not expecting such a turn off: -Then what about those... ehm, sandals?-.

-Cute. You wouldn't be worse off than usual with those.-.

-Yay!-.

-But.- You slate her again: -Check the prize. They wouldn't last you a year.-.

-Urgh! Then... then...-.

-Listen.- You sigh, wheeling towards her: -Focus. Every girl has an innate instinct for clothes and accessories. It was one of the first things I heard yesterday when I synched. Show me that you can do it too.-.

Tina, it must be said, takes this very seriously. You see her gaze shifting from a pair of pointed flat shoes (she could afford them since she has a Greek foot, but for her first time they are too daring), to booties (not her style), then alighting on calf-length boots (trap. Trap trap trap), until she rests on...

-Those ones!-.

...sneakers. Pink-white sneakers. She must have read in your face your disappointment.

-A mild choice. But you are a mild girl, so ok.-.

-Hurray! Thank you sis!- She prints a kiss on your cheek before you can react, and then hurries inside the shop.

-Frigging... wait, check the size! Tina, don't touch anything!- You get up and follow her headlong.

---

Clothing stores have never been your forte. Sure, you appreciate a nice dress on a beautiful girl, but you've never gone any further. For this reason, you are a little surprised to see your clone in your mother's body sashaying over as if she was the owner of the place.

On the contrary, you feel observed by everyone, as if they knew that who you are accompanying is an impostor. Which is absurd, even the saleswoman who is helping your mother doesn't pay attention to you. Then maybe it's an inner voice that would like you to shout the truth to everyone, and then run away.

-Swe... Tom, could you bring that blue dress?-.

-Uh? Yes, sure.- However, you remain astonished when you hold a very low-cut, blue minidress, which to say tight is an understatement.

"F-Fuck!".

You follow her in the dressing rooms, passing the inquisitive but silent glance of the saleswoman. Calm down. You're just a good son helping his own mother. You're just a good son helping his own mother.

-Thank you for your help. Here, give that to me.- You reach out your arm and almost expect her to take it and grab you inside the stall; instead, she actually accepts the dress and draws the curtains.

You are sweating. Why are you sweating? It's all right, isn't it? You're just waiting for your mom outside the stall. Another customer exits her cubicle and barely notices you. Why should she? It's perfectly, perfectly normal what you're doing here.

In the meanwhile, you can see your mother's feet moving under the curtains, and then rise one after the other to stay barefoot. You hear the flush of the tissue being flapped around. Right now she, she must be in her lingerie, right?

Gulp.

With a furious heartbeat in your ears, you wait for her to finish. Finally, she opens the curtains.

-What do you think?- She chirps out with a genuine smile.

Your eyes pop out of their sockets. No son, ever, should see his mother dressed like that. The way the skirt adheres to her pelvis, the way her boobs are pushed up by the narrow fabric, even the short sleeves and how they hug her shoulders; it all exudes eroticism.

-Ah... g...good...-.

-Is that... so...- She lowers her eyes, lingering between your legs. You don't dare to do the same, since you already know what she has noticed.

-Well.- She smiles: -Maybe mommy has been a little too daring, uh?-.

You don't listen to her anymore. Unable to hold back, you throw yourself on her. pushing her back into the cubicle. She gasps in shock as you bury your face between her prosperous cleavage and then freeze, as you realize that you haven't just thought those things as you always did, you actually did them, you actually just assaulted your mother inside a shop. There is no freaking point of return now.

An irrational panic comes over you. What came over you? How-How will you justify yourself, how will you get out of this, what will you do now that she's going to scream at you in shock and horror?

-Oh...-.

Behind you, the curtains get pulled closed. Soft hands caress the nape of your neck and gently press your face deeper into the soft fabric.

-Mommy has been daring.- Comes her sultry whisper on your ears: -Because she loves her little boy.-.

"Mom...my...".

You inhale a sniff of her scent. The chill of the dress not yet worn before overlaps with the warmth of her eager body, blending your senses in a bliss that results in the sporting erection that is thickening your pants, the same one that made her smile, the same one that's pressing on her thigh. The same one that has filled her eyes with lust.

You shake your head, making the fleshy pillows bounce with a crisp giggle. What if someone has heard that? What if they come to check and... and...

"What's... this?".

Your restless digits have somehow slipped under her skirt. Did she drive them? Or you've done everything by yourself? Whatever the truth is, you forget all your worries. Because you just discovered an unspeakable verity.

"S-She's not w-wearing any p-pants...".

-Uh...- She moans a little, as your fingers brush her bare labia. She shivers all along and then her vagina tightens around your tips, as to lock them where they are.

But she's not wearing any pants. How, how could she? How could do this to your mom? Make her walk around the mall like that? This is wrong, this is so wrong!

-Ahh...-.

She moans again, and then her fingers wrap with yours, helping them in their rubbing.

It's because she wanted this. She wanted to get you into this exact situation from the beginning. She has played with you. Toyed with you. Yearned for you.

"Yes, she wanted me. And I want her.".

"I want her.".

"I want her!".

"I want her!!!".

Her hand grips your skull and, above you, she desperately bites her lip to stifle a scream. Her pussy trembles like an earthquake and warm fluids pour into your palm. She finally lets you go and falls on the stool, panting and drenched in sweat. Her face is red and her knees are still shaking.

The woman you knew, the lovely mother that made your breakfast yesterday, you see it clearly now, is no longer here. She cannot be the person in front of you. She can't be your mom.

Thus...

-Tom...-.

You unfasten your belt and drop your trousers.

"Thus it's not wrong if I love her.".

---

A satisfied grin spreads on your lips as you flaunt your new pair of shoes. You feel happy like a clam. No, not only that. You feel as fulfilled as when you lost your virginity. If this is the effect of buying shoes, you want to do it more.

-Tina, are you done?- You ask giggling, endorphins rushing in your blood.

-Yeah!- Comes her answer from behind some shelves: -Just another pair! Two pairs!-.

-I'll go in the meantime.- You chortle, recalling Miss "they are just shoes". They aren't just shoes, they are a completion of your being.

Be that as it may, you ponder on what to do now. Tina will still have it for half an hour, and you don't really want to go back to your mother just yet. If only there was another place to...

Your eyes move through the rows of shop windows until they stop at a particularly eye-catching one, decorated with life-size images of a futuristic soldier with a machine gun in his hand and a comely shaped fox girl.

You can't pretend you don't like them anymore!

You bite the interior of your cheek.

You look at your left. Then at your right.

Twenty minutes later, you come out with a plastic bag and the disguising air of a child who has just set off a prank. All good so far, no one has seen you, no one has recognized you. You just have to-

-Hey, Kim! You were right, it's pretty... cool...-.

The bag jumps out of your hands, while you try to hide it with your body.

-Y-You serious? E-Erm, I'm glad you liked it!-.

Behind you, Tina slowly nods.

-Say, what did you do while you were waiting for me?- She inquires you.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

-W-Well, I just, I mean, oh look at the time aha we're late, l-let's get a move little sis!-.

---

Holding back your groans is more and more challenging. In the end, you squint your eyes and puff all the air you held in your mouth as you fill your mother's with sperm. She doesn't let a single drop stain the dress she's still wearing and swallows all the semen, wiping her mouth with the palm of her hand.

-Miss? Do you need any help?- Comes the clerk's voice right at this moment. Your penis, comical as it is, stands up in fright; your mom grabs it and starts to rub it, a lustful look still on her face.

-No, we're done here. I'll go out in a minute... or maybe less.-.

You indeed orgasm again, this time shooting blanks. Your tip is burning for the effort, and pleasure swiftly subsided to pain. Your mother helps you put back your pants, then she gets up and fixes her dress. You feel a plague as you sneak out behind her, but luckily don't cross anyone up to the crates. However, out of prudence, you keep your distance.

-So you have decided on this dress! Great choice, your husband will be delighted!- The cashier trills, a girl too young to be married herself.

-Yes, I feel that my hubby already loves it. Tom, dear, let's go!-.

You hurry to follow her, head bowed, feeling the thoughtful gaze of the saleswoman on you; or maybe you're just paranoid. Just then you meet your older sister who is marching in your direction. Tina is right after.

-Oh, here you are girls. Where did you go?-.

-Shoes.- Kim answers hastily: -Yeah, nothing but shoes.-.

-Wait.- You frown, noticing her plastic bag with an unmistakable logo: -Isn't that...-.

-A gift for you!- Tina takes it out of her hands, handing it to you: -We... I bought it to celebrate our new bond. Oh! We can play it together! You always wish we could, right?-.

-Uhm... yes, I mean, it seems cool!- You dare a smile, a bit amazed by this implication. After all, it's like you have your usual sister, only more like you. Seen from this perspective, it's not bad at all!

Then you turn to Kim, who is gasping like a fish. She, instead...

-Do you... do you agree too?-.

-W-Well, I, I...-

-Of course she doesn't!- Comes Tina: -But don't worry, I'm sure I'll convince her somehow! Just let this to me, ok?-.

-Ok.- You say, and strangely Kim says it too.

-Well girls.- Your mother claps your hand to regain your attention: -You surely had a great idea. Now, there is one more thing I had in mind, and I'm sure you'll like it. It's a challenge, actually, and you, Tom, will be our judge.-.

A challenge? Judge? What is she talking about?

-Uhh, a game! Yes, I'm in, I'm in!- Tina hops enthusiastically, while Kim crosses her arms intrigued. She, indeed, has always had a strong competitive instinct. On the contrary, you don't like the fleer on your mother's face.

-What's the challenge?-.

-Well...- She puts her hands on your shoulders and answers:

-We'll find you a girlfriend.-.