Mother-Son Bodyswap

Max sat around in the garage for a bit thinking about his situation, but as idle fantasies of his mom making herself even hotter and sexier than she already was caused the teen’s big dick to swell back up to full mast in no time.

With a grunt, he stood up from the couch and adjusted his bulge before heading off to the bathroom for a quick wank to blow off some steam.

Max poked his head into the kitchen to see his parents as they were.

Andy was still sitting at the table doing his crossword puzzle, and Sherrie was standing over the stove humming a tune and slaving away for her family. Max wondered if she realized that she could just imagine that the food was already done, and he wondered if she was waiting for his dad to notice that she shaved off more than half of her age. Hell, Andy probably would’ve carried her off to their room like a princess and fucked her brains out if he wasn’t so engrossed in his word games.

Damn, Max really needed to take care of his own cock if he was starting to imagine his parents fucking, he thought.

Maybe him having the ring wasn’t the best thing, because if he did, they might’ve just got up and started working to give him a new sibling right then and there in the kitchen.

Before long, Max was in the shower completely naked and pumping away at his steely pole with one hand as the other was massaging his giant balls, and it took less than a minute before he was busting a mind-numbing nut all over the tiled floor below.

Just like before, his orgasm lasted what seemed like an eternity, and there was enough cum pooling up around his feet to fill an empty milk jug by the time it ended. His entire body felt tingly and his slender form was trembling as he slowly recovered. He was still hard afterwards, but he could feel that it wasn’t going to stay that way for long if he left it alone.

After all that, he decided to take a shower and wash his mess down the drain, only the mess in question quickly vanished without a trace, which made him chuckle.

Max still took the time to wash himself, being sure to stop and admire his half-erect schlong every chance he got.

Now that his libido was relatively tamed, he wondered if dinner was going to be awkward.

It was probably ready by now, and both he and his siblings usually just took their plates to their rooms or the living room, so it’s not like he was going to be around, but he was curious as to what his mom might be changing.

Besides, Max would be lying if he didn’t want to steal a few glances at his hot young mom while they ate, even if she was fully-

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Suddenly, the world itself seemed to spin around him.

Max blinked a few times in confusion, realizing that he was now staring down at the kitchen sink, but something was blocking part of his view.

Well, two somethings.

Two heavy somethings stuffed into a white blouse.

Max raised his hands, seeing that they weren’t his own.

One hand was wearing his mom’s wedding ring, but there was no ring on the other. Nervously, he drew them in and placed them over his bust, feeling the outline of a bra between the flesh of his tits and the shirt on his frame. He turned and looked at the rest of his body, confirming his fears.

“What the fuck?” Max asked in a whisper, and his mom’s voice came out. “No, she didn’t…”

However, she did indeed. Sherrie must’ve swapped bodies with him! At first, he wondered if it was an accident, but the lack of a magic ring on his, or rather, her hands, told him that she might’ve done this intentionally. But… why?

Max concluded that she’s probably in the shower right now in his body, fully naked with his huge rubbery cock sticking out from his slender midsection.

His head quickly turned around towards Andy, who was right where he always was, and then he quickly checked his surroundings. The food was all set out in various containers, the stove and its burners were already shut off, and-

“Hey, honey?” Andy asked as he turned his head to the side. “Is it ready?”

Max swallowed, briefly wondering how he should proceed.

“U-Uh…” Max began, clearing his new throat in an attempt to act casually. “Y-Yep! It’s ready to go, uh, dear.” He said, unable to get over how weird it was to sound exactly like Sherrie.

“Awesome.” Andy stood up from the chair and gave Max a warm smile as he approached, then gently wrapped an arm around his narrow waist and gave him a peck on the cheek, which caused Max’s eyes to widen, his heart to thump, and goosebumps to wash over his arms. “You’re the best.”

“Th-Thanks.” He said, and Andy grabbed a plate from the dish rack and started loading it with food. Max stood there for a moment in shock, partly because he wasn’t reacting to how odd he was acting, but also because he gave no hint as to noticing his wife’s revitalized and youthful skin.

Damn, his dad, or technically his husband, really was a clueless man.

That was such a weird thought, just as weird as the fact that his inner monologue actually was also in Sherrie’s voice.

He needed to go confront his mom, or himself, herself, or whatever the fuck was going on, and sort this mess out.