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He awoke some time later, laid out on a sofa with his hand clasped between Nia’s warm palms, her brown eyes glowing with concern. His mother was nearby, her expression one of equal uncertainty and affection.

“Are you ok Babe?” Nia asked gently, “you gave us a scare…”

James blinked, his mind racing through his new memories. His sister’s friend had always had a crush on him and after a time she managed to ask him out on a date, and from there things quickly progressed into a serious relationship that culminated in the two of them getting married. There was some scepticism and annoyance from their families about marriage at such a young age, but most eventually stopped grumbling when it became apparent how devoted the two were to each other. His parents even bought the house next door and converted them into one big ajoining family home.

He was aware of all this new data. He understood it on an intellectual level and had memories of it all. But he also had simultaneous and contradictory memories where Nia was nothing more than one of his sister’s friends who was a cordial acquaintance to him. James felt his head ache as he scrambled to rationalise what was going on.

His mother came over to him, her blue eyes scrutinising every detail of his face. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m…”he winced, rubbed at the side of his head, “I dunno….” He looked at Nia, at the wedding band she wore, “we’re…married?”

The dark-skinned girl looked taken aback, then shot him a confused smile. “Uhhh yeah?” She laughed a little, “what kind of question is that?”

And the absolute insane thing was, James knew on an instinctive level that it was true. It was an irrefutable fact of the universe. He was married to Nia, they were husband and wife. So why did all things confuse him so damn much?

James took a shuddering breath. “I’m…feeling out of it. My head’s aching can’t make sense of things.”

Wendy chewed her bottom lip. “ Oh, sweetheart perhaps you drank something you shouldn’t have at the party last night. Some of my friends…well, they’re far more experimental with the things they put in their body.”

“What?” James narrowed his eyes, “are you saying I’ve been ****?!?”

Wendy raised her hands. “I’m just saying it’s possible. A few of a the girls were trying out…what did they call it?…” her eyes searched for the answer in her mind, “oh, MDMA. That’s right!”

“What the FUCK mom?!” James squawked in shock.

Nia’s hand clung to James arm. “Shit, maybe we should get you to a doctor babe. That stuff can be really harmful for your mental health.”

The shock of it was pretty overpowering, but he supposed that his wife (?) was right. Even though he couldn’t recall taking it, a mind altering **** like that slipped into his drink would explain this…confusion. He took a deep breath.

“Maybe I should try to sleep this off,” he said after a moment, “if things are still weird by tomorrow we’ll go to the clinic.”

Nia rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. “Ok, if you’re sure,” her eyes narrowed on Wendy, “but I think you and I need to have a serious discussion about these parties you keep going to.”

James left his mother and wife (it still felt strange to think that) to their argument and shuffled off to bed. He instinctively knew to go through the adjoining part of the homes into the dwelling he and Nia shared. It felt weird, yet familiar. Surely it was just the **** fucking with his brain.

He collapsed onto the bed he shared with his wife(?) and tried to surrender to sleep. He felt it’s tendrils begin to sink in when the bedroom door creaked open and the thud of footsteps approached.

“Dude, you still alive?”

James groaned as recognition hit him. Who the fuck had let his friend Billy in the house? He just wanted to sleep for a week and get his head right…

“What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?” James grumbled, sitting up.

Billy shrugged. “I wanted to borrow your spare controller….” He looked uncomfortable, “ Your dad let me in, but sounded like your mom and Nia were arguing something fierce though. What’s been going on?”

James debated whether or not to say anything. Could he even explain it in a way that would make sense, or should he brush the matter off, urge his friend to shuffle on. Despite himself he felt the full story explode out of his mouth in a vomit of words. The sex party last night, his mom sucking him off, fucking Mrs Sanders, finding out Nia was suddenly his wife despite having plenty of memories to the contrary.”

“…My mom thinks I was maybe **** last night on accident, but…shit man, I don’t know what to think anymore. This doesn’t feel real. What do you think I should do?”

Billy blinked slowly, his brain struggling to process the new information. He nodded to himself silently several times, as if getting the info on delay, before finally looking back at James.

“…You got a drunken BJ from your Mom?”

“For fuck sake, yes that happened, but considering my life seems to have totally rewritten itself I’ve got bigger problems!”

Billy, stoner that he was, hadn’t quite got past that one detail. “But…seriously man, she sucked you off and swallowed your cum? That’s wild, was she…into it?”

James rolled his eyes. “Yeaaah dickhead, my mom fucking loved my cock, it was the best she ever had,” he punched Billy in the arm, hard, “fuckin moron, move on from that shit! What do I do about Nia?!?”

“Dude! Fuck, I don’t know what to tell you! Everyone knows you and Nia are the perfect couple, I don’t know what your issue is that you suddenly started imagining you weren’t married to her!”

An argument was bubbling but it was cut off by another wave of **** vertigo. The world shifted, rearranged itself, and James felt strange again.

His bedroom door swung open again, only this time his mother waltzed in. “Billy, dear, I know this is terribly rude but James is having a hard time at the moment. Maybe it would be better if you came back another day.”

Billy opened his mouth, closed it, frowned at the two of them and marched out grumbling under his breath.

“Thanks, Mom,” James breathed, leaning back on his bed and rubbing his temples. “I just need a break from all the drama for a bit.”

A hum of agreement was given, but Wendy was otherwise silent. An eternity stretched out before she slowly approached the bed, sitting at his side like she had so many times in his childhood. She patted his leg affectionately, but then her hands began to slither upwards, moved to his inner thigh and tenuously close to his groin.

James looked at her, startled, “Mom?”

“Shhh baby,” her smile lost its maternal expression and shifted into one of hot, breathy excitement, “Mommy can make you feel better. And you can help give Mommy her fix…”

Before he could ask further questions, his mothers delicate hands dove into his shorts and fished out his cock. The warmth of her soft palms brought him to hardness in moments and in one smooth motion was soon captured in the sucking vacuum of his mom’s warm, wet mouth…