Jean's mind prevails

As his lips connected With yours, you felt a two-fold sensation rush through you. A warm wet feeling travelling between yours legs, and a knife of disgust stabbed into your chest! As he pulled away and your thoughts returned to you, you began to think... way too much.

What the fuck, Dad?! Awww, my god, now I'm wet AND drunk! Wait. What?!

God, I want him in my mouth, right now!

No!

I wonder ifI can still get pregnant...

No!

Oooo, I'm gonna wear my purple thong, that'lljust drive him w-

NO!

Despite the smile on your mother's face, your mind began to war with her body as what she and you wanted began to divulge. You finally saw it now. The danger these rings provided. Other people's feelings were even more compelling while in their bodies, and you could feel how her body deesperately needed release!

"Home sweet home," Dad muttered as you refocused and saw we were in the driveway. A chance to escape! "I'll b-" you totally ignored Dad as you exited the car and drunkenly raced back inside. You were a horny woman on a mission.

Your (your real body's) bedroom door shut behind you. Your slim fingers found the lock and turned it to make sure no one would interrupt. You panted as you felt wetness start to drip from between my legs. Mom was too worked up, but you had time to leave!

You glanced at your unresponsive body as you pulled out the two remaining rings and placed them in its hands. Standing over yourself... couldn' t help but notice how much you looked like your father... you found myself slowly leaning down to kiss yourself, before you ran your finger across the white ring, leaving your mother's body before you did something foolish.

You immediately spring up in your bed, almost dropping the two rings from your hand. You weren't sweaty or stressed up, but your mind felt like you just jumped out of a rollercoaster. For roughly the first time since this noon, your mind was clear. Your thoughts weren't influenced by Sierra, or Clair, or...

Your mom. Shit...

Kim was standing above your bed, stumbling a little in her heels. Her look was blank and confused, and for a second you worried something might have happened to her. But when she puts a hand on her forhead, you realize she is having a hard time trying to rationalize her recent behavior. It wasn't like earlier with Clair, these recent acts were much harder to explain, and so her mind took more time to process it.

"Jean? I.." she starts to say, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. "Kim? Is everything alright?" Your mom almost immediately turns to open it, and let's your dad inside.

You held your breath as your confused mother stood before you. Each second she spent trying to understand the most recent events was an eternity. You felt like the jig was up and you had totally blown your chance with these rings. Your heart raced even faster as Dad began to knock on the door. That was when Mom's face cleared, and as she turned to open the door you nearly screamed at her not to.

"Jean? What's going on?" He asks, confused as your mom was. But surprisingly, she doesn't seem confused at all suddenly.

"I'm sorry honey, I just had to give Jean some of the rings he borrowed me back." She looks back at you with a drunken smile. "Sorry for bursting in like that Jean." She says, and then turns back to Harry and grabs his arm. "I"m sorry for the confusion honey, I'll go get dressed for our dinner."

Your luck somehow miraculously held out once again. Mom smiled sweetly, seemingly totally unaware of what she'd nearly done while under your thrall. As my parents left the room, you smiled and waved goodbye. "Enjoy the rest of your Mother's Day, mom!"

As my door shut behind them, you let your stress show on my face as you clutched your head.

Holy fuck! I almost.. Kissed myself with Mom's lips. Jesus Christ. What if I did something she just couldn't rationalize?

The thought left you insettled. The shame you felt was deep, but your logical mind started to plan as a way of coping.

Alright, its clear that I need to study these rings some more. I need a test subject, though. Someone who I didn't need to worry about consequences affecting. But whom?

You sighed as you got dressed, took the last two rings and just started to drive your shitty car around town, trying to think of what you could do.