The first pie is always the hardest

There's no point in sitting around, you decide to return and prepare lunch. Even if your body is acting up, you are still you and in full control of your actions. A little bit of magic isn't enough to change who you are.

After wrapping the fish up in a few layers of newspaper, you get back to the tent where your mother was already waiting for you. In no time, the bluegill gets a warm bath in boiling oil and you get to enjoy your fresh meal. It was nice - knowing that you're eating something that you've hunted yourself. The meat was tender and flavorful while spices and herbs added a lot to the overall taste! A sprinkle of lemon juice was all that's needed to round up the taste, and good lord was it amazing! With every bite you take, your hunger diminishes... and you grow more aware of the fact that you're still in the nude. It was surprisingly easy to forget...

Your mom surprises you with a little something before you finish. After rummaging around in the car's trunk for a moment, she returns with a decent sized pastry! "It was originally meant for your father," she explains. "But since we took a little detour, we might as well enjoy it while it's still somewhat fresh." After handing you a plastic fork and a paper plate, she also gives you a little more than half of the pastry. A peach-filled pie! It used to be your favorite... but as you dig in, you quickly realize that your stomach isn't nearly as large as it used to be. You're eating like a girl. Oh. Well that's... to be expected, and just a little awkward.

You're completely stuffed by the end of the meal. Since your mother was still busy eating her share, you decide to get into the tent and relax. You earned this. It doesn't happen every day that you're turned into a chick, or lose your virginity as one. Not only that, but spending so much time in the sun really managed to drain your batteries. You make yourself comfortable in the small sleeping bag, and shut your eyes to take a well-deserved nap...

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The noisy chirping of some nearby birds manages to stir you slowly out of your slumber, and you raise your hands out of the tight comforts of the sleeping bag to tiredly rub the sleep out of your eyes. It was still sunny outside. Good, you didn't miss much. It feels a little less comfy in the sleeping bag than before though... and you find the reason as you begin wriggling out of there. Your mother had been spooning you in your sleep, and even now still had her arms nestled around your midsection while she was asleep. Kinda cute.

It was slightly less cute when you squirmed a little more, and felt something quite securely lodged inside your womanhood. You couldn't see a thing because the sleeping bag had you covered from the neck down, but it was rather easy to assume what it may be...

Of course, your mom could hardly be blamed. The poor woman was overflowing with more testosterone than most teen boys, and to top it off, you admittedly didn't tell her that you will be stuck with your new set of genitals if somebody manages to knock you up before the time is over. Careful not to wake her up, you slide a hand down along your curves and touch your lady bits. The puffy lips were stretched taut around a very veiny and very manly appendage, as you suspected. It was relatively dry down there though. She hasn't dumped a load inside you.

The thought itself though... the risk... it was kind of a turn on? Or were your female hormones toying with your mind again... ? Regardless, you keep your hand in place and gently flick your clit, eliciting a quiet moan out of your throat.

It felt so satisfying that you continue on, gently rubbing the tiny thing and relishing how easy it was to please yourself. It certainly helped that you could feel your mother's dangerously virile cock lodged deep inside yourself, which offered constant stimulation from within. It was so soothing that you simply keep playing with yourself for a good, long while. At least half an hour passes before you release a silent whimper and tense up, quietly enjoying a small orgasm and squirting a tiny amount of your own juices against your mom's weary testicles.

You're just about to push your way out of the sleeping bag, when you feel her grip around your midsection tightening! With a quick glance backwards, you reassure yourself that she's still asleep, phew. It did however not stop her from slowly inching her hips back and forth! Was she going to climax in her sleep? Could it be that she has a wet dream?!

Somewhat torn between emotions, you try to think of a solution. Naturally you could just slip out of the sleeping bag and leave her be... but wasn't it partially your fault that she was so horny to begin with? The timid, submissive side of your mind reasons that it would only be fair to accept the consequences of your actions... the male side of your mind however is more concerned about getting stuck with a tits and a twat down there. No, you can't take any chances, you lift your hands out of the sleeping bag -

throb...

...huh? You could've sworn you felt something inside your vagina, but...

throb...

Shit! You quickly inch your hips forward and feel your mom's dick popping out and getting stuck between your thighs. It began pulsing more rapidly now, and started spitting multiple wads of cum all across your inner thighs! In a rush of panic, you immediately try to squirm out of the bag, but it's so tight that you barely even move an inch until your thighs are already covered with the love goo. When you finally relax enough to more calmly wriggle out of the sleeping bag, you find your entire crotch and inner thighs to be drenched in creamy semen...

Your bigger concern however was the tiny slit between your legs! It looked like a freshly sugar-glazed peach, and it's impossible to tell if any of the cum managed to get inside you. All those thick clusters of sperm are steadily oozing downwards at least, covering your inner thighs and legs, the parts that thankfully can't get pregnant.

Upon stepping out of the tent, you walk over to the car and grab a box of tissues. One, two, three tissues later, the box is already empty! It's really not your day... you begin wiping up and down your intimate areas, but with so few tissues, you're mostly just spreading the cum around instead of wiping it off. Still, it was an improvement. There's no chance that the goo can freely leak around anymore, now you just have to hope that your mom's first few pumps were dry ones. Just to be sure, you squat down, spread your legs, and use two of your fingers to part the sensitive lips. It was easy enough, since your opening was still slightly gaping, swollen and tender. Your own pink flesh glistened back at you, wet and young. You also notice the pungent scent of cum, but the dried remnants were everywhere anyway. Regardless of whether she came inside of you or not, she sure turned you into a woman today. At this rate, she'll be riding you like the village bicycle before the day is even over.