Stephanie/Jennifer discovers her love for Tim

Stephanie's mind was a mess of emotions, trying as she might to get a hold of herself among the confusion of the moment and the fogginess of being woken up by the familiar sensation of a warm hand running up and down her body. Jennifer's body, she thought for just a moment but her mind also shut that down quickly. You're Jennifer Conners, this is YOUR Body now, it fought back.

And her body right now was at war with herself. Her body, a big portion of her brain, it knew that it should feel revulsion towards her partner laying behind her, taking her in his arms, his lips pressed against hers. This was her son, her Timothy, her little boy that she carried for 9 months, gave birth to, nursed and fed and raised. This was, in the eyes of society, a major crime, a social taboo of the worst sort, and it was not something she should be indulging. Kick him out, slap him, get him away! The old Jennifer Conners portion of her mind was aghast that this was even happening.

The Stephanie Burke portion of her mind was at war, though for obvious reasons the complete opposite. She was not only starved for sexual gratification, she thirsted for male touch, male attention. She had not told anyone how she had been diagnosed with hypersexual tendencies as a young woman, leading her to a life of porn and the sheer volume of material she had pushed because of it. Porn was an outlet for her and her body had been built for cock and jizz and making money from natural tendencies. Amber Knights had been an easy lay, plain and simple.

This body, this person, she was not conservative but the life that she led was lightyears away from the glamour and the attention that Stephanie would've remotely thought possible. A 41 year-old mother of 3 and a suburban housewife, not even employed, Jennifer had been one of those women that Stephanie would have had a nightmare trying to relate to or even imagine living in her shoes. How the fuck can I get off with this? she had bemoaned during the hospital stay after getting situated in her new body. Everything was wrong.

Donald, the husband, also did not do anything for her. Stephanie supposed he was a decent enough looking person but he wasn't blessed with any sort of features or traits that Stephanie found attractive. Even in the back of her mind, Stephanie found Jennifer had shared some reservations as well. Interesting...I'm fucking dumped in a middle-aged woman's body who doesn't find her husband all that attractive anymore...

Then there was Tim...

Tim didn't realize how much Jennifer had started to take towards him. Walking in on him stroking himself to her old porn had triggered portions of Jennifer's mind that Stephanie had a difficult time reconciling. Lonely afternoons on the couch, fingering herself while inhaling Tim's scent, the nights cupping and fondling her breasts while thinking of him...Stephanie had been shocked that Jennifer's memories showed this having been going on for years now at this point. Jennifer had always struck her as a family woman, someone who was very serious about her life and dedication to her husband and family. To harbor such deviant thoughts about her oldest son?

Tim was definitely blessed, she had to admit, both from a woman's standpoint as well as a veteran from so many videos and shoots. She had seen larger cocks and thicker cocks but Tim had a very nice sized one that easily put him in the top 10% of men who she had seen. She also didn't tell Tim she had watched him stroke and take care of himself in the shower, or rather Jennifer had, for over 10 minutes. Stamina was definitely a nice thing to have and Tim was one of those fortunate ones. Too many men popped off quickly. He didn't seem the type...

Stephanie had a very easy time this afternoon laying on her back, having found the lingerie in her dresser, imagining Tim slipping into bed next to her, his lips on her breasts. She found it incredibly easy imagining and desiring that her hand was instead Tim's cock, sliding in and out of her vagina, making her his and taking her, possessing her, filing her need to be close to the man she had loved and fallen for. Stephanie didn't stop to wonder which part had fallen for Tim and she hadn't cared, allowing the visual of Tim cream-pieing her to cause her to come to a strong orgasm, the strongest yet. She hadn't begun to reconcile the follow on images of her becoming pregnant and carrying Tim's child, feeling her stomach bulging and her breasts becoming full of milk, and how that had triggered a second orgasm shortly afterwards...what could that mean. All Stephanie knew was that she had come as hard as she could remember, solo or not.

As she panted there, in an orgasmic afterglow, her brain registered one thing: She was hopelessly infatuated with Tim.

Her mind wondered one other thing:

Could Tim ever feel the same way?