Stay as your mom, but just for the rest of the day.

A part of you was screaming to grab the ring and transfer back to your body, but it was getting easier and easier for you to ignore that voice. Instead, you decided to see what it was like to spend a full day as your mother. For experiment’s sake, of course. It was getting close to lunch time, so you moved through the house to the kitchen, where you started making some sandwiches. Of course you knew exactly how to make one for your son, James, even more than your mom normally did, since you knew exactly what he liked and didn’t like about her sandwiches.

That done, you started putting together one for yourself, unconsciously making it according to how your mother enjoyed them. You were just about ready to clean up and take the sandwich up to your son when Phoebe entered the kitchen. She looked at you then like she never had when you were her older brother. Instead of annoyance, she looked at you with love, and love bloomed in return in your heart, happy to see how much your daughter loved you. “Hey mom, can you make me one too?”

“Of course, sweetie!” you told her, feeling silly for forgetting one of your children’s lunches, and quickly made her a sandwich too, knowing exactly how you were supposed to despite never having done this for her in your life beforehand. After handing off the food to her, and taking up the first sandwich to your son, you sat down with your own food and quickly eat it. That done, you knew it was best to get to doing some cleaning around the house.

That occupied your time for the next few hours, when suddenly Harvey entered the house. Setting down the broom you’d been using, you went to greet him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, before heading to the kitchen again, this time to make dinner. Time just flew by as you made food for the whole family, sat down to eat it with them all, then went upstairs.

After changing into your nightgown, one that showed off your curves quite well, you reflected on the day. Being your mom had felt pretty nice, actually. You’d always wondered how she managed to keep herself sane, but now that you’d done it yourself, you realize there was much to love about being a housewife. Once you were all cleaned up and ready for bed, you sat down on your side and grabbed a paperback to read, as you prepared for sleep.

It wasn’t long after that when Harvey entered the bed on his side. You barely noticed at first, until he moved closer to you, putting a hand on one thigh. It felt good, and you knew he wanted you. More than that, you knew how good it would feel for him to fuck you. But lingering anxiety about your father having sex with you combined with your plan to make your mother yours and only yours, so you shifted your leg out of his grasp and told him, “Sorry, but I’m not in the mood right now.” He looked disappointed, but seemed to accept it. With that done, and your father reading something on his own side of the bed, you realized now was the best time to use the ring. Quickly slipping it on your finger, you returned to your own body, and found it was masturbating in your bedroom. For a moment, you rolled your eyes, wanting to make a comment about teenage boys and how all they can think of is their dick. But you continued to stroke the cock anyway, feeling differently about it as you did so, and you didn’t go flaccid at all. Instead, you started to remember the shower earlier, and how amazing it had all felt. Soon, you were cumming everywhere, not at the thought of fucking your mother, but at the thought of being your mother, being fucked. It’s only after you cleaned up the mess you made that you realize what the ring is doing to you. By this point, you were starting to think more like your mother than yourself! You had to be careful how much you used it in the future, you knew.