Wear Marie Anderson

When considering your original intention, and the risks it had already entailed, you decide that wearing the woman with MILF tits was the next plan of action. You grabbed the suit by the shoulders and turned her around to see a long slit bisecting her back. Already, your dick was at full mast as even having deflated tits and ass couldn’t shake off Marie’s natural beauty. You pulled both of your legs into Marie’s, before inserting each arm into her own. What remained was Marie’s head as you took a deep breath and submerged your head into the layered darkness. It was only a moment, but light flashed back into view and you looked at your dirty and messy bedroom with new eyes. You looked down to see that Marie’s boobs have reinflated back into their 30CC cups, and you kneed them as it became more apparent the foreign sensation of having such large mammaries at your disposal.

“Hello, gorgeous,” you purred in Mrs. Anderson’s sultry voice.

You wasted no time twirling into your gamer chair. You’d never thought it possible that instead of a dick that you’d be massaging a vagina over twice your age. Years of masturbation with a dick could not have prepared you for this opportunity, and yet these magical pens and Marie’s arrogance came together to make for the impossible. You guide your right middle and ring fingers into Marie’s velvet, vaginal walls. Enough pornagraphic videos have informed you how older women entertained themselves, but as your fingers dig within you never could’ve anticipated the sudden heat spreading throughout your body. You felt like you were melting, hot blood pumping into whoever's heart, you weren’t entirely sure. Your finger thrusted even faster, while you groped even tighter the MILF tits of your best friend’s mother. The world seemed to dissolve out of focus, as the adrenaline was catching up to your brain.

“I’m.. I’M CUMMING” you howled at nobody. Marie’s body convulsed as her vaginal fluids exploded from her crevice and onto both the edge of your chair and the carpet below. You finally let go of your tits, as do you lower your manicured fingers from Marie’s snatch. You felt like it had been a hot minute since you could even catch your breath, breathing in the familiar if not embarrassing smell of your teenage bedroom.

“Thank you, Mrs. Anderson. Thank you for being so trusting as to give me this unbelievable power. I guess I really should be thanking myself, now that I’m you,” you smirk.

You weren’t ready to leave Mrs. Anderson alone just yet. Looking back toward your bed, there still remained the deflated skins of David and your mother. You are tempted to wear them both, but you can’t decide exactly who to be. On the one hand, it would be so funny to wear your best friend and masquerade as him around his friends and family, gaining a dirty satisfaction knowing you’d in fact be in total control. But on the other hand, you were amused by the Oedipean excitement of donning the woman that birthed you, encased in her shell once again. Both were equally great opportunities to further explore the pens and their maximum potential.

It’s said that we all make choices, but in the end our choices make us.