Flee

Matt wanted sex as much as the next eighteen year old male, but he didn't know if he wanted to experience it inside his mom's body - at least not in this way. He jumped from his mom's mind to his dad's, just as the man was lining his cock up with his wife's pussy.

With a grin, Matt pushed his hips forward, looking down, watching as his cock slid into his mom's waiting pussy. He grabbed her hips and started pumping in and out, watching as his cock pumped in and out. Of course, he knew it wasn't technically his cock, but he could still enjoy the sensations.

Helen groaned in pleasure, pressing her cheek against the cupboard, and Matt could see her looking at him from the corner of her eye. "Fuck me, baby," she cooed.

"Oh, mom," he said, without thinking.

His mom paused, and Matt thought the shit had really hit the fan, when she grinned. "This is different - usually you want me to pretend to be Lily."

"I... I... I just wanted to try something different," he stuttered.

"Well then, Matt, why don't you be a naughty boy and fuck your mommy,"

Matt grinned back, thrusting inside again, and his mom moaned. "You really want to fuck your mom, don't you baby."

"I've wanted to for years," Matt admitted, reaching around her and grasping her breasts with both hands.

She brought one hand up and cupped it over his. "You like mommy's breasts?" she asked, grunting with Matt's every thrust. Matt nodded, pushing his hips as hard as he could, getting as deep as he could inside his mom as cum exploded from the tip of his cock. Helen arched her back, moaning with her own orgasm, panting out the words, "fill your mommy, Matt, fill me full!"

He did as she asked, and although he was using a borrowed body, he couldn't help but imagine his own sperm pouring into her pussy.

"That was fantastic, Nate," his mom said, turning around, his cock popping from her pussy, "but dangerous to play our games when the kids could walk in." She grinned and kissed his mouth. "Imagine if Matt came in, and I was telling him to fuck me?"

Matt jumped back into his body, shook off the momentary dizziness, and ran out of his room. He stood by the top of the stairs, and could have sworn he heard his dad laughing, followed closely by something that sounded suspiciously like, "I might just let him!"

Silently, he crept back to his room to think about what he had done, and what he had heard.