I snap back to reality and try to hide the evidence.

I was still so warm and wet when the orgasm finished, my mom's body promising so much more pleasure if I wanted to stay. But as I recovered from my euphoric experience, I knew I'd done enough. Maybe Too much.

I’d never given much thought about my mom’s figure or attractiveness, I'd never even thought about being attracted to my mom, but now, inside her...well, this was a different situation. This didn't feel like my mom's body I was desiring, I felt attracted to myself, it felt like my own, the one I should really have.

I reluctantly slid my fingers out of myself. They were glistening with my juices, as I separated my index and middle finger, a silky web of my wetness formed and slowly dripped down my fingers and on to the couch. I raised them to my thin, sculptured nose and inhaled my wonderful tangy scent. On impulse I opened my mouth and sucked on my fingers, enjoying the wonderful taste of myself.

The thought crossed my mind again, maybe I should stay. What other worldly experiences could I explore as my mom?

I put the thought aside for the moment, I had a life as well, I couldn’t just disappear, people would ask questions and my mom, who is me could get in serious trouble.

It was time to take off what I'd already come to think of as my mom costume and see if there was any reaction from the solo session I'd enjoyed in her skin. I quickly made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water to rehydrate, noting that even water tasted different in her body. I then grabbed a towel and began cleaning the mess I made on the couch. As I bent down on my knees to scrub the couch, the pose I held was intoxicating, I truly was attracted to my own figure.

Once I finished cleaning and hid the evidence, I meticulously got redressed and then draping her body back over the barstool where she was previously sat, I picked up the ray gun off the kitchen counter, got into position by the entrance kitchen and hid behind the doorway so it would look like I was returning from upstairs or the attic. Once everything was set, I peeked into the kitchen and shot her with ray gun.

In an instant my mom was there, her cheeks a little flushed, eyes a little brighter. Maybe still feeling the echoing effects of the orgasm. Flustered, she fanned herself, looking up at me with wide eyes, as if afraid I'd just seen something I shouldn't have.

“Oh, I didn't see you there. I thought you took a break,” she said.

Fuck, did she have the memories of what I'd done? This makes everything more interesting and complex. If that’s the case then, it seemed that she assumed she'd made the choice to masturbate on the couch. I supposed it was a much easier assumption to make than that someone had taken over her body. I continued to think, this meant that I could pant ideas in her head, reshaping her identity to suit my needs, hell I can even help her grow as a person since I have a different perspective of her shortcomings. I guess this would only work when I, myself wouldn’t be around her so no chance in changing her small habits that annoy me.

“Yeah, I took a break upstairs with my headphones on just in case you started singing again,” I lied hoping that would be enough to put her at ease.

“Oh. Just wondering,” she said, relief in her voice. She continued fanning herself. “Is it hot in here or is it just me?”

Yes, I thought, but didn't say.