Old and new paths

Yellow two-pieces, white sunhat, various jewelry, and brunette locks on your shoulders, like a kick-ass lady. Not even in your wildest fantasies you had ever imagined to look like this one day; instead, here you are.

-Fuck yeah, I love this life.-.

You've always wanted a pool in your garden; not so much for bathing, which you don't mind anyway, but because it would be an occasion to see your sisters and mother in a bikini. Well, now you got to see yourself; and, although you're not one of them, you can't really complain.

-Honey, when you have finished could you come here?- You ask "your" son, Daniel, currently swimming. You then lie down on the cot, positioning your legs so your clad womanhood is fully visible, should he stop to look. You close your eyes, embracing the warmth of the sun and the one, much more arousing, of your beautiful limbs. When you reopen them, Daniel is in front of you, dry and waiting. Basing on the light, about an hour has passed, and what a rest!

-Just in time, I think the sunscreen has worn out. Could you put it again?- You invite him with a slightly erotic accent.

-Uh-uh.- He nods, taking the lotion and starting with your arms. Then your shoulders. Then your legs. Your belly. And, finally: -Be careful, my skin is very sensitive here. I need much, much cream.-.

He gulps.

-But... what if someone sees us?-.

Your control over him is strong, but he's not a willless puppet. And you're still his mom.

-See what?- You slowly inquire: -A good boy helping his old mother? Come on... Don't make me beg...-.

-Yes mom.- His soaked hands massage your waist, outlining the collarbones and hesitantly avoiding your soft bulbs.

-A little further down please. Mmm... yes... ohh, you're good...-.

When it seems he can't go on, you accidentally slip your upper part and push his palms on your bare tits. He's red and sweating, but doesn't try to move them away. You guide him in a circular motion while sensually moaning. When you speak again, you're not using Trish's voice anymore, but a younger, familiar one.

-Pinch my nipples... yes, like this... like the dough for a cake...~.

He hatches his mouth but doesn't manage to utter a word.

-Did I treat you... badly, before? Did I make you... sad? Do you want to... relieve a bit... with mommy?~.

-Wu-wu-what if they see us?- He stammers again.

You smirk.

-Then we'll make them join in.-.

Five minutes later, you are naked on the bed, your son's cock delving into your pussy, while the both of you scream in ecstasy.

-AWW!!!~~~.

-Hi mom, whatcha doin'?- You ask coming in the kitchen. Your glorious mother, wearing a light, spaghetti-straps dress, turns around and smiles.

-Hi sweety. I'm baking a cake.-.

You hug her, laying your head on her soft, swollen bosom.

-What's the occasion?- You ask, looking at her contemplating face. She delicately brushes your hair: -Just celebrating our family bonding.-.

-And to think you wanted me not to be part of it...-.

-I was so silly. Can you forgive me?-.

You give peck her on the lips.

-Of course mommy. Where is daddy?-.

-I've sent him to your grandma. Strange, it's been a while.- She notes: -Do you mind have a check?-.

You're now scampering down the stairs, your long, flawless blonde hair bouncing at every step. However, your rush abruptly ends when you're at the door. You silently open it, immediately hearing muffled verses coming from the living room. You cautiously get closer.

"!!!".

-Dad...- You whisper incredulously. He, obviously, doesn't notice you, too busy staring into your grandmother's eyes and grunting like an animal.

-Ohh... Caroline... please, stop...-.

She pauses, but only to grin at him with fully drenched lips.

-Thank you Mike for keeping me company.- She hums like a schoolgirl: -I feel so lonely!-.

-But Maddison ooh!- He doesn't get to finish since she resumes her blowing. You watch at that scene horrified for another minute... then, you smile.

"What a naughty, naughty daddy.".

"Ok, I'm ready." You gently slap your cheeks and enter your new home.

-Hi mom!- You announce yourself, waiting for an answer that doesn't come. Thus, you proceed looking around, trying to orient yourself; merging with Cindy is taking longer than expected, probably for her confused state of mind, but it's slowly working. You see "your" mother sitting at the table in the kitchen, furiously typing on her laptop.

-Hi.- You repeat getting closer.

-I, uhm, I'm already here because...-.

-Oh, really? That's great Cindy.- She pipes out curtly, not even turning around. You feel a pinch of grief in your chest.

-Right.- Basing on your feeling, this scene is all but rare.

-I'll go to my room then.-.

-Dinner is at the usual hour.- She informs you. You sigh and go to your new room. Compared to your old house, this one is small and the room the same. But, at least, you feel more at home now. You open your closet and select a wool sweater (it's strangely cold in here) and a pair of blue jeans. Once changed, you admire yourself in the mirror.

"Maybe it won't be that bad.".

-I'm home!- You cheerfully exclaim, putting away the now useless sunglasses. You hear the unmistakable sounds of a prepared dinner coming from the lunchroom, and you hurry to wash your hands. You walk past a couple of housekeepers, which give you strange looks, like something is off. You decide to ignore, reasoning that Heather isn't so bright usually.

When you sit at the table with your parents, however, the situation seems a bit... formal, and not just for their smart clothing. It was a nice idea to change into a yellow sundress just before arriving.

-You're late.- Your father calmly states. He's cutting his steak and doesn't lift his head.

-Sorry, time has flown.-.

Mom bites into a piece and wipes her mouth with sophistication.

-And what have you done, you and... Tina?- She queries you with a hint of, what is it, disgust? especially nominating your best friend. And it's as if she wants to imply something else. Something bad. You rapidly check you're not on ****, just to be sure.

-Dear, please.- Comes your father.

You look at them in confusion: -Just hang out.-.

Before you can add anything the front door slams loudly, but you're the only one that boggles.

-What's with that attire?- Asks your mom.

Maybe you should have chosen better.

-Uh, it's just, uh, what was that?-.

-Probably Elena leaving.- Dad shortly says. Elena? She's one of your maids, who never took a lot of liking to you, for no apparent reason. Lecturing your next question he explains: -We fired her.-.

-Oh.- You didn't expect that: -Why?-.

-Because she...- Your mom stops, she had started with an impetus that she doesn't judge proper.

-I'm sorry. Dear, could you?-.

-She claimed that you had indecorous intercourse with your friend, this afternoon.-.

You're taken aback by this revelation, and you do your best not to show any sign of agitation.

-I'm sure it's a misunderstanding.-.

-Maybe. But we can't tolerate someone under our roof making unrepeatable slanders against us. Questioning our values, our faith. I will make sure that such a liar is not hired around here. Dear, can you pass me the bottle? Thank you, you're an angel.-.

You feel your skin burning and your eyes nipping. But, somehow, you politely smile.

-Of course da... father.-.

After dinner, you thank for the meal and depart. When you're laying on your bed, you bury your face in the pillow and, cry.

-Oh fuuuck!- You exclaim as another climax washes over you, the buzzing of the dildo still sending tingles through your folds.

-Shite, I didn't ken this stuff existed!- You pant breathlessly, giggling as you watch your giant tits inflate and deflate in rhythm, grabbing them.

-Without takin' away from Kim, I hit the bloody jackpot here!-.

Right at that moment, your cellphone rings.

Speak o' the devil...

-Hey, what's up girl?-.

-What the fuck was that?- Shouts her furious voice. You make a fake-impressed face and answer: -I was doing something if you mean...-.

-No! No.- She repeats more quietly, you suspect she's afraid of being heard: -I was talking about the headache. The fusion.-.

-Oh! Oh, that!- You almost forgot, like it was a lifetime ago: you came so many times this afternoon, plus you were gettin' acquainted with your new life. Speaking o' which, another climax was comin', so you reluctantly pause the dildo.

-Yeah, I dinnae know what to say. I spread a bit keepin' control, you know, I was commanding a dozen o' folk at the same time. I didnae think one more could be really different. Maybe it's because you, ehm, how tae say, you were already around, so there were too many things overlapping. Or somethin' like that.-.

On the other side, your previous host sighs.

-And why didn't you text me before?- She was referring to the fact you typed her half an hour ago 'iz me'. A wee cryptic, you were hoping it would take longer to put together, at least some messages you could ignore for the evening.

-Busy afternoon.- You reply. Then, you turn on again your new best friend.

-Pretty busy... sorry for your... ahh... plan...-.

-Yeah that's a shame but- She suddenly gets quiet and you think you hear steps passing, but you've already closed your eyes to welcome the growing arousal.

-I have other plans.- She whispers: -You're still controlling them? All those people?-.

-Hm-hm.- You say as a claim. Actually, you retreated from most of them, but she doesn't have to know, does she? Oh, ohh that's comin'!

You open wide your mouth, silently wheezing another orgasm. Your body shivers and your juices splash on the phallus. Oblivious of that, Kim continues: -Good, lay low 'till further notice, and send me your address.-.

-Hm-hm...- You rest your back and relax: -Name is Sally by the w-

CLICK

She put you down, like this.

"What a bitch".

Then you shrug and resume to get it on.