"Eric", who makes a declaration

The labored breaths of three naked young people pervade the room. One of them, the only male, is laying on a bed too pink to be his, as much as the walls and the furniture; the other two, a brunette and a blondie, are sitting on the floor with their chin drenched with a white, sticky substance. Anyone who entered now would have no doubts as to what just happened, except that they could never imagine that the real owner of the room must not be searched between the two girls and that the boy on the bed isn't actually a boy.

Charity's body gets up and takes a pair of cloths from a closet, throwing one to her companion, you, and wiping her face with the other. You do the same, and then the both of you redress. You look at the exhausted guy, pondering on what to do now.

Wow. I can't believe that this was his first time.

"Yeah. Wait, what's that tone? Are you...".

Me? No, not at all, I was just saying... uh...

"You were the one who wanted to get rid of him.".

W-Was I? Well, maybe we could have him join us, we could make a deal or, or something!

"She'll never let you keep her body!".

-Is this...- He groans: -What do males feel every time? Like... like...-.

-Being shot in heaven and then catapulted down? Yeah.- You pause, he still doesn't know you're not the real Cindy: -I mean, that what they say.-.

-Have you... have you ever tried?- He manages to sit down, peeping at you from under the fringe, attached by sweat.

-Well, ehm, it's a bit complicated.- Charity answers. Eric shifts his glance between her and you, then says: -Listen, I'm not sure what's going on there, but you've said you needed my body, correct?-.

-Something like that.- You reply vaguely: -Why?-.

He pants for a few seconds more, then bursts out in laughs.

-I can't believe this! I think I... oh Jesus... I've fallen in love with myself!-.

You two girls both widen your eyes in shock.

-What?-.

"Charity" blushes heavily: -T-This is not something to say lightly...-.

-But I'm not... uff... don't take it wrong, Cindy, your... your body is... oh God, I'm talking about a woman... I found you awesome, but...- He looks at his real body again, and you can clearly see the emotion on his face, one that neither Cindy nor Tom has ever seen before, but they both know what it is. And "Charity"... well, she has it too.

-B-But you'll want your body back...-.

He shakes his head: -You can keep it, just... just stay with me, please.-.

Charity looks at you, as if to ask your permission. What can you say? This is clearly something special, something to be preserved.

-Yeah, sure!-.

They both exult with joy, they even cry, and hug each other. You are touched by it.

And then you remember of Kim, of Maria, of everything. And you realize that this is exactly what you were hoping for.

You close the wardrobe and sit on the bed, sighing in frustration. Nothing. You look up at the ceiling of the room, so much different from yours, so girly, feeling the intruder you are.

You've searched in every spot, in every corner, yet you haven't found any trace - not even one - of Tina's secret clothes, those you've seen her wearing or others that she may have. But that's impossible, they must be somewhere! Yet, why put them outside her room? It's not like she can imagine anyone rummaging in here, right? Eh, the only explanation left is that she has materialized them out of nothing, but that's ridiculous.

Defeated, you stand up and walk to the door.

-What are you doing sweetie?-.

You almost jump when you find your mother in the corridor, greeting you with her cordial smile. You weren't unprepared, however, and you draw a phone charger out of your pocket: -I've lent it to Tina yesterday.-.

-Oh. Well...- She looks like she wants to say something, but then she catches your eyes lingering on her form: she's wearing a tight grey dress, with long sleeves and a miniskirt in the bottom, loop earrings, and a pair of high-heeled sandals. She sensually sways her hips and teases you: -See something you like?-.

-Uh...-.

She comes to you and takes your face between her hands, then she fiercely kisses you, exploring your mouth with her tongue. The thought that she's your mother isn't a hold-back anymore, and you reciprocate her with passion.

-Mmm... Let's move to my bedroom...-.

-Wait.- You turn her off, much to your fatigue: -I can't now. I was planning to go to Jeremy's.-.

-He can wait...- She locks her lips with yours again, but you cut it. God, you're dying to do that with her, but you're worried for your friend too.

-He's not answering me for days, neither is showing up at Uni. I just want to check... please, try to understand.-.

-Oh, honey!- She caresses your cheek sporting commotion on her face: -Of course I do! I'm so proud of you right now! Come on, let me drive you to him.- she then turns around and beckons you to follow her downstairs.

-T-Thanks, but there is no need to...-.

-Nonsense.- She looks at you in profile with a smirk, flaunting her ample rear as to give you a stroke: -It's the minimum for my generous little boy~~~

She does not want to hear reasons, so five minutes later you're in her car, directed to your best friend's house. You wonder, trying to shift bach your focus on him, if the illness of his mother has gotten worse; you really hope it's not the case since Helen is such a nice woman.

"Nice and hot..." You grimace, disgusted by your own naughtiness. Your family is one thing, but she's your friend's mother for fuck sake!

-Here we are sweetie.- Your mom parks her car on the side of the road, right in front of the house. You both get off (for a second you ask yourself if she has ever dared to go out wearing something so little baggy) and you ring the doorbell.

No response.

You ring again, then call his name.

-Jeremy? Are you in there dude?-.

You look at your mother, who shrugs her shoulder confused as you are. Then, finally, the door opens, but you note that the deadbolt is inserted so you can only see a fissure. Jeremy looks... pale, and maybe sweaty. Oh, God! What's this smell?

-Tom?- He asks hesitantly. Shit, you've never heard him with that tone: he's usually lively and malicious! What could have brought him to this state?

-Jeremy, hey pal, how are you?-.

Instead of answering you, he moves his glance to your mom.

-Is your mother with you?- He asks... bitterly? What?

-Hi Jeremy.- She nonetheless returns politely.

-Dude, is something wrong?- You ask frowning.

-No.- He replies after some seconds: -It's all right. Thanks for stopping by.-.

He's about to close the door, but you stop him: -W-Wait, slow down, what's gotten into you? You look like a rag!-.

-I'm fine.- He repeats, a growing annoyance in his voice. From inside the mansion, you hear noises like moving furniture, and the growl of some animal, or more probably a groan.

-You, you sure?-.

-I told you yes!- He spits out, taking you aback: -Now please, go away and don't talk to me anymore! Neither you nor your family!-.

You're stumped.

-What are you talking about? Man, we're Tom and Jerry, right? What...-.

He slams closed the door, and you even catch the sound of the door lock. You find yourself looking at the entrance, unable to process any thought. Then, you feel your mother's hand on your shoulder; you've almost forgotten she was here with you.

-I...- You babble: -I don't... I mean...-.

-I know.- She says sorrowingly.

-I'm sorry sweetie. Let's go back home.-.

The trip back is silent, despite the looks of compassion that she gives you every now and then. You feel shattered, like you've just lost a brother. How could it have happened? Is this some kind of nightmare?

You walk inside of your home like a zombie, your sisters haven't returned yet from their afternoon with Emily. You look at your mom, she's standing in front of the couch with a sorry expression. Then, her demeanor changes, and she leans forward, flaunting her bubbly arse to your saddened eyes.

-Mom...- You begin to protest, but she smiles with complicity and with a rapid gest, which you actually don't manage to follow, her dress is slipping on the ground, revealing her sexy blue lingerie. You're completely transfixed by her thong, which literally disappears inside the slit of her buttcheeks.

-I'm-I'm not sure I'm in the mood for...-.

-Shh! Don't worry, baby. I know how you're feeling. Just let mommy take care of your gloom.- She answers, as she seductively unclenches her bra, holding it over her tits only with her hands.

You forget of all your hesitations, and you remain agape when it falls revealing her breathtaking, stunning boobs in all their naked glory. Her nipples, the same ones you used to drink milk from, are pointing to you as in a spasmodic request. She doesn't stop her striptease here, on the contrary, she's already tinkering with her panties...

...and now they're gone too. She turns around, showing to you her ass once again, whose skin falls a little loose but is held firmly by her hands.

-Oh, is that for me honey?- She asks grinning.

You follow her glare, pointing at your crotch. You even didn't realize that you have discarded your boxers and that you're stroking your cock. Fuck, you doubt you would have noticed if you were shot.

-Come here, now...- She invites you, laying on the couch. Deft, you throw away your t-shirt and you join her. You feel so aroused that you skip all preliminaries, thereby you stick your penis inside her welcoming vulva, which she keeps spread open throwing her legs in the air.

-Mmm!!! Yes sonny boy, just like this!-.

Fuck Jeremy and how he has treated you; nay, if this is her way of consoling you it's totally worth it. Her stretched pussy walls tighten around your trunk, like a gentle embrace; in front of your eyes, those delicious bulbs waves regularly, looking like they are made of jelly.

Sadly, instead of letting you toy with them, she decides to take the lead. She rolls around while straightening up, so that she's now sitting on your lap, and you gird her warm waist with your arm. With your other hand, you track the way down to her butt, and try something you would never have dreamed of doing, gently teasing her hole with your fingers. Well, turns out that she enjoys it.

Her skin feels perfect, smooth, without any impurity. You realize how much you're lucky - poor Jeremy, what a pity, whatever is the reason he's been a dick to you he would never feel what you feel now - but your member twitches, already on the verge of releasing his seed.

-Don't worry honey! Just knowing you'll cum in me is enough to make me cum too!!!- She whines in a crisp litany. She turns around and rides you in reverse cowgirl style while teasing her own clitoris, and finally you climax, shooting your sperm all inside of her and, as promised, she joins her limpid scream to yours, in a riot of mutual pleasure.

-OHHHHHH!!! Oh, that was, ohh, good!!!- She exclaims breathlessly. You're drained out too. Yet she doesn't move; on the contrary, she leans completely over you, peeking at you in profile with eyes drunk with glee.

-Mom, you should get off and... have a clean.- You suggest, not wanting to get her pregnant.

-Why so? I want to be found out like this.- She purrs.

-I don't care who opens the door first, I want them to see us. To see how much we love each other...- Her body shivers in anticipation, but the clarity post-coitus forbids you to share her fantasy.

-B-But what if it's dad?-.

She giggles and caresses your thigh, making you shiver.

-Isn't this what you want, Tom? So that you could finally take me away from him...-.

-Mom...- You babble.

-Sadly!- She sighs: -I can't leave my husband, what kind of mother would I be? So yes, I'll get off now.-.

You gulp, and you know that you should feel relieved. But your comfort has a touch of bitterness.

-Don't worry, though.- She whispers in your ear.

-I may be his wifey. But I'm still your mommy.-.