Pam makes her visit

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders after spending a few hours talking with Shawna. Even though you were slow in pulling your responses, blaming it on the meds and being groggy from wakening from a coma, it still felt very comfortable and easy for you to talk with the woman who, for all purposes, was your mom now. She gushed excitedly, saying how she had been spending as much time as she could visiting you and then making sure that you were taken care of. She even admitted to being a bit scared at first of the hospital bills until Dr. Kerry had told her that the other driver's insurance company had paid for the hospital stay. She wasn't vindictive at all but there was a silent fierceness to her that made her seem less fake and more like how you always imagined a mom would behave.

A few hours later, after the nurse finished inputting her notes into the computer and left, you heard a knock on the door. After saying to come in, and internally chuckling at the sound of your voice, the door opened and in walked a decently short Brunette, young by any measure from your (former) age of 36 and definitely stacked. She wore a midriff and a jean skirt, sensible shoes and makeup that was both subtle yet matching her facial features to emphasize her eyes and cheeks. It took you a few moments to realize that a.) you were staring, b.) she was blushing from your staring, c.) she also was very happy to see you (you didn't pay too much attention to the way her body was advertising her excitement at seeing you), and d.) she was embarrassed by all of this.

"Hey S..DJ..." she softly spoke, catching herself on the mistake of starting to call you by your old name and then switching to your current name.

"Hey Katey-Kat," you responded with a smile, remembering that DJ had always called her that when they were in elementary school and she hated it. A look of confusion, then frustration, and then a playful smirk told you that the comment hit on the head. "How you doing?" you whispered, motioning for her to come sit on the bed. When your apparent girlfriend came down, you gently wrapped your arm around her waist and just lowered her body until she was laying next to you.

"I'm doing okay, been a bit unusual by most standards," she responded and for the next 10 minutes the two of you talked. She pulled out her phone, a smaller pink I-Phone, and scrolled until she pulled up a pic of her mom, Amber.

"It's weird, to call her mom, but I guess in this life she IS my mom." You looked at the pic and then handed the phone back to Pam, who turned it off and placed it behind her on the side table before turning back and resting her head on your chest. "There's so many things that are different from our former lives."

"Yeah, no kidding..." you whispered and she felt your hand resting on her butt. She playfully slapped your chest before she laid back down. "Sorry, couldn't resist."

"Pervert. Anyway, I met your new mom too. Shawna's super nice, both of our new moms are single-mothers. My mom works in a financial office downtown. Her official title is Executive Assistant, in reality its a glorified secretary." She sighed again. "Not like we were rolling in the dough but to be back in this position, it's not ideal."

You nodded slowly and she slowly began to run her hand up and down your body, enjoying the feeling of your skin and your new muscles under her fingertips. She let out a soft moan. "Who's the pervert now?" you teased.

"Sorry, can't help it. These bodies before us were VERY active. It's like I need you, I need to have sex with you. I've rubbed out so many times wanting to fuck you..." she whispered, moaning into your ear and your body started to react. She noticed the growth and slowly ran her hand down to the tip of your cock, moaning again and gasping. "I so want to..."