...Is Loving Every Minute of It

Three times did Alan orgasm.

Three time.

In twenty minutes.

Alan didn't know how he was going to convince his mother to make the swap permanent, but he _never _wanted to go back to his old body. This body, his mother's old body, was perfect. More than perfect. It was as if he had discovered the body that he had wanted all along, the body he should have been born with. Alan felt whole.

For a moment his memory went back to the previous year, before he had discovered his true desire. Alan had been a normal, every day guy. He cared about cars, video games, and girls. Then something had switched inside him. Maybe it was just part of growing up, a hormonal thing, but Alan was different. Instead of looking at women lustfully, he began to look at them jealously. Sure, Alan still pulled one off every once an a while to a hot woman's body, but when he was finished he admired her choice of outfit, her poise, her hairstyle... all things he wouldn't have done before.

After a while Alan couldn't even get it up without beginning to imagine that he was in a hot woman's body. A little while longer and even that began to fade, leaving him flaccid, frustrated.

And then, out of nowhere, a thought came to him about his mother. She was a beautiful woman. She was hot in all the ways Alan considered things. Why not her body?

Instantly Alan's penis became painfully erect. He darted to the washroom, happy that he had been home, and furiously masturbated. This was his new pattern, his new reality. Alan wanted his mother's body, not in an incestuous manner, but with a possessive hunger, one that would only be sated by an impossible feat, one that he knew was never going to happen.

And then it did.

Alan sat up from his position laying on his back on his bed. His dildo rolled onto the floor, landing with a thud, bringing a smile to his puffy lips. That thing would need a good cleaning before that evening, when he fully planned on using it again. Alan's new body was insatiable. Maybe it was the excitement of his new situation, maybe it was because the body was so new to him, but everything felt amazing. Every movement, every touch, all of it felt like heaven.

Heaven with orgasms.

He swung his smooth legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Having shed his clothing for his self-pleasuring session, Alan padded naked across the floor to his dresser, enjoying the sensation of his breasts moving with every step. The smell of sex was on him so greatly that Alan decided he needed a shower. Panties, bra, jean, t-shirt, and socks, all in his arms, he carried them down the hall and dropped them on the bathroom floor. Alan didn't bother covering himself up. He was in his own home, and he was proud of how he looked.

That pride was a feeling he confirmed as he stared at his body in the bathroom mirror. Brown hair, blue eyes, pretty face, curvy body, perky breasts. Alan knew that his mother had been sensitive about her age, about how she looked, but to Alan she was perfect. Her age was exactly what he wanted. In fact, he felt that every year from this point on her body would be even more perfect, gaining a sexy feel that made him want to run back to his room for his new dildo.

But he didn't. He wanted more than sex out of this body. He wanted to experience life! And the first step to getting out there and seeing what was in store for him was jumping in that shower.

And shower he did. Alan did the works, shampooing and conditioning his hair, shaving his legs, armpits, and privates, washing. He barely wasted time touching himself (you can't blame a guy for one or two). Remarkably the knowledge of how to get clean, how to shave, how to take care of his hair, was all inside of him, waiting to come out. It must have been a side effect of his mother's spell. He still didn't know what exactly his life would look like, but this was another hint.

Shower off, towel on. Alan dried off, got dressed, blow-dried his hair, and headed back to his bedroom. Grabbing his cell phone, a plan for the day in mind, he sent out a text message.

Meanwhile, though...