Fiancee's Mansion

The door slams shuts and before you can even think of turning back, the long black limousine that transported you here to the country estate slips off into the night. You find yourself staring up at a towering gothic mansion, a house that seems to bend against the regular lighting of the area. Taking in the scene you see a small entry garden area with classical statues.

There is something off about them. At first glance they seem to be something different than the usual depictions of Greek ideals. This one seems to be a pregnant man, at first, and this one seems to be a woman with a large penis in addition to her vagina. This one seems to be a family of three, the son and daughter each sucking the mother's tits. But then when you look back at them, they are just normal statues. Artemis, Hermes, and Aphrodite with Eros.

The large, dark wooden maple door of the house creeks open. Was it's handle shaped like a cock? The keyhole a vagina? Not when you looked, but when you glanced it seemed like it. So you wondered why the hell you were here, what this place really was.

It began three months ago when you first started dating your now fiancee Rosa. She said that one day when you were ready she would take you to meet her mother. Rosa was olive skinned, long red hair braided behind her, a short stocky body but muscles filled it out. She had D breasts developed from having had a child before, and you imagined when you first saw her that she might have a penis instead of a pussy.

She didn't but this didn't stop you from imagining. Indeed, this was a thing with you. You got off to the thought of any woman having a cock between her legs. Even as you were kissing her lips, tasting her sweet breath, pumping your hard dick inside Rosa you were imagining that instead she was making you suck.

"If you have any sexual hangups," Rosa said, "you can tell me now. We can work them out. Best to play them out now before it becomes a problem."

"I don't have a problem," you said, as you greedily spread her legs and let your tongue drift over her cunt. What you didn't say was that you did have a lot of hangups. That you were imagining as she moaned that she was your own father **** into her body, being turned into a slut by your sexual skill. That you frequently dreamed of turning into your own mother and riding your father's cock moaning like a porn actress. That you jerked off to transexual porn nightly. That you wrote body swap stories and body part swap stories--

That those stories started with swapping with girlfriends, then proceeded to getting fucked in the fantasy by the girlfriends father. That it then moved to "accidentally" putting on bras and swapping tits with imagined sisters and moms. That one you created had someone else add an entry where the father who you set up as both homophobic and not having gotten laid actually loved it and said "if i need to become a woman and get fucked by my son to at least get some then i will". That you secretly wrote with other people who used the formula father plus son in some way transforming either or both full body or partially into women.

That every time she licked your breasts, you imagined you were a woman. That you wanted to be taken by multiple men at once, tied up and made to take them. That when she once admitted she's been double teamed you were jealous because you wanted to be the one in her body taking it.

You didn't tell her your persistent fantasy of waking up as the only woman in the world, so everyone on each had to line up and take turns pumping their cum into you. Of biting your lip to think your mom's cock would slam into you as she kissed you, and that your father would be next.

Penis, vagina, tits, lips you wanted all the parts mixed up continually. You even wanted different stereotypes at play if you admitted it to yourself. Black women, asian women, latina women and more. You wanted to turn into them and be treated like the problematic porn by your dad (usually in these fantasies) or to turn him into one of those women and let him treat you.

All of this flashed through your head but instead of being honest, like she was asking, you said you didn't want anything in particular. You said you wanted permission to fuck her while she was asleep, which you did want: you just left out everything you really wanted.

So the relationship progressed passionately. You even met her mother Llora, a tall old hispanic woman with white hair relentlessly combed back, always wearing a sunday church dress. She didn't seem to like you very much, always making under her breath in spanish side comments to Rosa who laughed at them. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, she began to appear in your fantasies too.

You imagined Llora taking you into a side room, lifting up her skirt and showing you she had a cock, telling you to swallowed her load. You imagined her swapping her vagina with your dick, forcing herself into you and telling you she was going to breed you; that Rosa was a trap that brought men to her so she could turn them into pregnant sluts. You imagined her blowing you in the shower, which made you imagine being her getting blown by Rosa in the shower which led to in the middle of plowing Rosa thinking "i can imagine she's anyone as I fuck her, or that I am anyone." And you imagined that you were Llora fucking Rosa as punishment for fucking anyone but her.

It led to your hottest sex session so far: you pulled back at the precipice of cumming and Rosa spit on your cock. You guided your dick (which you were imagining was Llora's) into her ass, feeling her tightly constrict against you. Then back into her pussy. You pulled out and came on her breasts, wishing someone would do the same to you. You kissed and licked it up and swapped wit with your and her spit back and forth between your mouths. All the while wishing that Rosa had a dick so you could gag on it and then swallow her semen.

Then there were her friends. Mostly hippies and burnouts. But every time you met one you hated the men so much you wanted them to instruct you to wear their girlfriends clothes and then bend over. You wanted CJ or whoever to take your dick while you wore Rainbow's dress and makeup and him to moan that you were better than her and she should be ashamed not to have such a nice girlycock.

You dreamed of replacing the girlfriends, then feminizing the men then making them fuck an get fucked by their dads in front of you. You dreamed of them offering your money, ****, and everything else for the chance just to fuck you. You dreamed of turning in Llora and making them cum on your old sagging tits before they sucked your cock. They would kiss your cum between them as they wore revealing bikinis, jerking off as they did.

You imagined their women electing you their sex goddess. They claimed your cock as a clit and sucked you like they were rubbing their tongues over a woman's pussy. You imagined melding into a sea of their flesh, their bodies and yours becoming one as they moaned your name and called you mommy. They told you of all the times they fucked and sucked their dads to get what they wanted, then dressed you in their clothes to suck off their dads. You took the best lips, teeth, tits, hair, ass from each girl and became one then you seduced your dad, once again riding his dick in your imagination until he came in you and said "son you were made to take my come over and over again."

And yet you said you didn't have a problem, and the relationship intensified. You asked her to marry you and she asked you again if there was anything sexual you wanted to do. You said sometimes you liked to crossdress, so that was incorporated. One night Llora stayed over, and it was unpleasant, but after she and Rosa left to return to their home some forty five minutes away, you noticed Llora had left her nightie. It smelled of minimall perfume, and you put it on, imagining that you were Llora. You couldn't help it, you stroked until you came on it. You sniffed the stain and imagined returning it, saying "Llora, i am taking over as you from now on. I;ll be you and fuck your daughter with your cock like I know you want to."

You can't really tell someone that, so you kept it to yourself or your masturbation sessions when alone. So finally, the day came to ask Llora for permission to marry Rosa. When you mentioned this to Rosa she said "Okay. But my mom just bought a new mansion. And it's strange. See, my mama is kind of magic, so you'll be tested in strange ways to find out if you are right for me. Are you sure you're ready?"

You said yes, and now here you were, ready to walk into the mansion.
You push past the walnut doors and in the foyer there is no one at first. Or so it seems. Then you see her: Llora, her tits not sagging like you imagined, but full and round-- wait a minute, you know those markings. Those are Rosa's tits on Llora's. You're so blown back by this you at first don't notice the massive cock between her legs, or that your father is naked and sucking on it. If it's shocking that Llora has a dick, its more shocking that between your fathers legs is a vagina, that he is working wetly open.

"You could have whatever you want, Llora says, "here in this house. Are you ready to take it?"