Tina's POV

-Do you think we've gone too far?- 'Tina', that is, your real body under the control of your clone (or perhaps it's the other way around, but you're still unsure), asks with a touch of doubt as Tom/Mom rushes out of the room.

You turn toward her, a furrow replacing your grin: -Nah! He's just not used to all of this yet. Besides, my pervy big brother can't get angry at me, considering he's the one who desires me so desperately!- you declare with a theatrical flair, closing your eyes in a smirk and resting your hand on your chest.

-You mean, you-you or you-Kim?- 'Tina' slyly inquires. You glance down at yourself, realizing that you're currently in your elder sister's body, which your big brother also 'secretly' lusts after. Of course, no one in this house has a clue about that, no no.

-You're a killjoy, you know?- You retort. -That's why I'm sure you're the imposter.-.

-I'd rather say that you are. Tom is right, I've never been this scatterbrained. Clearly, you're the frivolous part of my psyche that...-.

-Yeah, well, anyway.- You decide to change the subject since you've had this conversation more than once without making much progress: -This frivolous body-possessing goo here has some more ideas for teasing our brother a bit further. But if my introverted side would rather mope...-.

Your clone rolls her eyes, and an intrigued smirk appears on 'your' face. You lick your stolen lips in anticipation: -So, I was thinking...-.

-Mmm...- A contented sigh escapes your lips as you step under the warm stream of the shower. You've gathered your mom's hair into a bun, knowing you won't have time to dry it afterward. As you focus on your chest, your hands roam freely, enjoying the sensation of the sticky residue flowing down the drain.

In fact, it feels good to be in this moment. The warmth of the shower blends with the warmth of your body, perhaps a lingering effect of whatever Tina spiked your drink with. Despite being a heterosexual guy in your mind, the memory of your morning encounter with Andy is etched into your skin, and your heart races at the thought of his touch, which you're inadvertently mimicking as you pinch your nipples with manicured fingers.

Mentally and logically, it was disgusting to be taken advantage of on your parents' bed by another man, especially while you were in such a **** state. However, right now, you don't remember the fear, disgust, or anger you felt at the time. You only remember the pleasure he gave you when his throbbing manhood penetrated your quivering femininity.

Maybe... maybe you've been too harsh with your sister. Not much, of course, but perhaps she didn't have such negative intentions after all. Perhaps, in a different situation, with a different person, you might consider giving it another try.

"Damn. I'm getting all aroused... maybe I should just lather up and call it a day." So, you grab your mother's sponge and body lotion and start lathering it onto your chest, ensuring there's no sticky residue left. In the end, a layer of foam covers your ample breasts and flat stomach, while your hands continue to explore your bosom and hunkers.

Unfortunately, this doesn't help you cool down; in fact, it has quite the opposite effect.

"I'm showering as Mom... my naughty hands are touching her lewd body... but no one could tell... because I am her right now...".

Yes, you are now your mom. The breath you're exhaling is hers; the voice that's giggling your giggles is hers. Even the breasts attached to your chest and the dainty fingers tweaking your nipples... mmm, yes, they all belong to her.

I"It occurs to me that Andy has dampened me... ups, her... on another spot~". You turn around, squeeze out a bit more shower gel, and with foam-covered hands, you caress your behind, your gelatinous buttocks jiggling under your touch. You bite your lip, savoring the sensation with your eyes closed.

Your mom has an amazing booty: big, firm, yet soft, much like her breasts. You've stared at it many times in the past, wondering how it would look without clothes, how it would feel to touch it with your bare hands. Well, now you're not technically looking at it, and it's not your hands, but you're far from minding. In all your wildest fantasies, you never imagined you'd be the one experiencing such sensations for her.

You place your foot on the marble step to the side of the shower stall, one hand reaching from behind and the other from the front, both hesitantly aiming for the true jewel that you've always longed for.

"This is... mgh... my mom's... pussy...".

Your fingers move in circular motions around the two folds between her legs, then thrust inside, rubbing your fleshy walls with squelchy sounds.

"I can't believe I'm... doing something like this...".

"But after all... I'm just a mature woman who is cleaning up in her bathroom~...".

Tension builds in your crotch as your digits move in and out. Flashes of memories rush through your mind: Andy, your father, no, your husband, his large, throbbing cock pulsating inside you, his blow on your naked neck, and then...

-!!!-.

You let out a silent moan asyour body is washed over by a powerful orgasm. Another orgasm that you've stolen from your usually prude mother. And it feels so good.

You rinse off quickly, though you don't benefit from the clarity of post-male orgasm. However, you realize that time is running short, plus you begin to feel some remorse for how you're treating your mom's body, for the deep disrespect for the woman who loves you the most. It's just, the temptation, the pleasure, is becoming somewhat addictive, an illness. And is it your fault if you're sick?

You switch to autopilot, letting your mom's subconscious take over. Twenty minutes later, you serve a plate of pasta to each member of your family, starting with 'your son,' then his sisters, and finally Robert.

Robert... your father, or your husband you should better say? Dang, it's so confusing. The way he looks at you, talks to you, the connection between you two is simply overwhelming. Even his dad's jokes, which you usually find cringe-worthy, now sound charming to your ears. More than once you catch yourself staring at him with doe-doe eyes.

It all makes you wonder. Is this what true love is? Do you feel it for your sisters and your mother, or is it just lust, or something else entirely? Gosh, the mixture of your youthful spirit and your married body, it's absurd to even rationalize it, but you feel like you're eager to conceive another child with him.

-Jess, are you alright?- He asks, noticing your blushing.

-Y-Yeah, just feeling hot after, ahem, being at the stove.- You come up with a flimsy excuse. Fortunately, Mom didn't marry your dad for his sharp wit, and he just chuckles: -Well, maybe you're just too cool for the kitchen, dear!-.

Oh, goodness. It's so embarrassing... and yet so endearing...

Anyway, lunch is nearly finished by now, and you realize you haven't paid much attention to your 'daughter.' You catch a glimpse of Tina's body slyly smirking at your reddening, but that's far from conclusive evidence that it's the Tina-goo inside of her. On the other side of the table, Kim has hardly spoken the entire time, but that's her usual self in a family setting.

-Anyway, Mom.- 'Tina' speaks up: -Me and Kim are going shopping later. Right, sis?-.

-Uh? Oh, yeah, right.- Kim quickly stashes her phone, which she was sneakily checking under the table, into her pocket. You're beginning to believe she's the real deal, but then a mischievous grin appears on her face. Oh no, what are they plotting?

However, it's not like you can ask 'why,' so you just nervously smile and nod. Ten minutes later, Robert is leaving again, and 'Tina' and Kim are heading out as well.

-See you later, Mom. And behave yourself!- 'Tina' beams with a knowing tone. That little rascal!

"Well, maybe it's time for me to return to my own body." You consider. After all, you're now alone with him, and there's no better moment. Now, where is h-

-Mom.-.

You turn around; it's your body calling you from the living room. Weird, you usually go to your room after meals. You put on your best mom impersonation and make your way to 'him.' Based on the little attention you've paid him during the meal, he hasn't behaved any differently so far. Also, you sensed some urgency in his tone, so you're quite curious.

But not in a million years could you have imagined what you'd find in the living room.

-What's up, dar...ling...- Your jaw drops to the floor, and your eyes widen in shock. 'Tom' stands next to the divan, a worried expression on his face, and, most notably, his trousers and boxers dropped to the floor, his erection fully on display.

You gasp, unable to find words.

-Mom, listen, I... I can explain.- He starts. You'd like to scream, 'First, put your pants on for God's sake!' if you weren't so dumbfounded.

-I was... I was going to masturbate. I know, I know, but I couldn't help it! I-I feel so strange since lunch; it's like I've been **** or something!-.

Wait a minute... ****? Like, he means...

-But I can't hide it anymore!- He continues, desperation in his eyes. -I know you wouldn't believe me, so you had to see. I... I fantasize about you, Mom! Every day! You and Kim and Tina! I wish I could...- he reaches out a hand, then pulls it back: -M-Mom, my dick is so hard because I'm thinking about you!-.

No, no, this is not happening. This is absolutely not happening!

Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

-Hon...Honey... just... just get dressed, p-please...- You stammer. You're overwhelmed with agitation and fear. But why? Isn't this what you've always desired? No, not, it's not this that, I mean, this is not what it was supposed to happen!

-Mom!- He takes a step towards you, and you know you need to intervene. No, it's more than that; you need to halt this before it escalates any further. You dash to him and lock your lips with his, a move he clearly didn't anticipate. What he expected even less was the unexpected spurt of something wet and squishy flowing from 'his' mother's mouth into his.

When you break the kiss, your mother stands before you, eyes closed and visibly trembling. You catch her as she starts to collapse and help her settle on the couch. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you feel a familiar sensation of male arousal coursing through your veins. You're so incredibly turned on that your boner is almost painful, and there's no way your throbbing member will fit in your pants in its current state.

You need release. Right now. With heavy-lidded eyes, you check on your mother's **** form, and then you begin to masturbate. Right here, standing in front of her, your eyes squeezed shut.

"Oh God, what am I doing... damn it, when I come I need to turn away..." And now, it's happening, it's coming, it's almost irreversible, when...

-Tom?-.

You leap out of your skin as you recognize your mom's voice. She's gazing at you with a bewildered and astonished expression, specifically at the hard organ you were stroking in front of her face. Panting, almost yelping, you hastily pull up your trousers and buckle your belt.

-It's not what it looks like.- You say in a **** grunt, -M-My belt broke, and...-.

-Tom...- Your mom's mouth twitches, as if she's struggling to form words: -Is that true? What... what you told me before...-.

W-What? She remembers? No, no, she shouldn't! Tina told you she would experience a blackout!

-Mom, I...-.

-About me and your sisters, about... what you think about us...-.

"It's over." You think. She knows, and there's no way out. She will be disgusted by you, her own son, who harbors incestuous desires toward her and her daughters. How will you live in her house, enduring her disdainful gaze? No, there's no way you will be able to do it; you'll have to leave and live on your own, ostracized by your own family who will think you're a perverted maniac. Your mother will cry, believing she failed as a parent, your father won't recognize you as his son anymore, while your sisters...

-Tom, sit here with me, please.- She requests.

This takes you aback. There's no hatred or contempt in her voice. On the contrary, you're afraid she might faint at any moment, her breath notably catching in her throat. Thus you comply, sitting next to her but unable to meet her eyes.

-It's my fault.- She says. Your mouth quickly forms a denial, but she continues: -I should have noticed the signs long ago. Oh, sweetheart, you must have suffered so much!- she instinctively hugs you tightly, pressing her breasts against your chest.

-I, I, no, it's not like that...-.

-Yes, Tom, it must have been so difficult!- She replies, breaking the embrace to look at you with teary eyes: -To have these conflicting emotions for your family members! Keeping this secret, while I... maybe I flaunted my hot momma's body with my skimpy dresses... m-maybe when I did that yoga session here in the living room, I showed off my curves, and...-.

-No, no! It's not your fault!- You interrupt her train of thought before she can conjure up more images that would only worsen the situation in your pants.

-But Tom... I'm your mother. And I have ignored your feelings for so long. Baby, I know it's hard, but trust me, it's all my fault, and... and I don't know what to do now.- She lowers her face in shame. For you, though, a mix of emotions swirls, making you avoid eye contact as well: astonishment and guilt for her behavior; relief for not blaming you; sadness for her blaming herself; and, most of all, an intense, still burning arousal.

You have to go now, you know you do. But just as you start to get up, your mother's delicate hand on top of yours prevents you.

-Perhaps...- She says slowly: -Perhaps if I give you what you need just this once... y-you'll see it's not what you're truly seeking...- She looks at you with a grave expression, but there's a hint of determination in her eyes.

You can't believe what you're hearing. This can't be happening. She can't mean what you think she means! It's possible, it's possible that your presence in her mind has corrupted her brain, or maybe she's on the verge of a nervous breakdown due to the shock, but it can't be what you think it is!

-Mom, there's something that you don't know... you're not thinking straight... you should rest, and...-.

-No. No, honey, I think this is the only way. I think a part of me was somehow aware of all this, and that... that I encouraged your desires... so, so... I have to do this, for both of us.-.

You're left speechless. You'd like to say that she's not making any sense, nay, you'd like to say that you'd like to say that, but honestly, that's not how it is. As her digits tickle the torso of your hands, and as she gets closer and closer, you can't help but feel a smile forming at the realization of what's about to happen.

-Tell me that I'm not making a mistake, Tom.- She whispers sultrily, her forehead now against yours, her fingers caressing the bulge in your jeans.

-Tell me that you want your mommy~.