Go down for dinner

As I returned downstairs in my natural form my whole reality seemed off, I was clearly becoming accustomed to my mom’s body and was slowly feeling it was more natural than my own. I made sure to make some noise, just enough to get noticed. As I rounded the corner of the landing, I was able to see my mom sitting back on the couch with her knees bent, breathed deeply. I held back my smile as I greeted her,

“Hey mom, how was your day?”

My mom jumped up, startled as I broke her from her trance.

“Hey honey, I didn’t see you there, How was your day? when did you get home?” she said as she tried to catch her breath.

“Ya I stayed after school for a study group and got home around hour ago, I’ve been online with my headphones since.” I responded casually.

I could see my mom looked somewhat relieved thinking that I couldn’t hear her playing with her little pink vibrator. My mom stood up and tried her best to compose herself as she set the table for dinner and brought the food to the table.

Once we sat down, I could tell my mom was starting to struggle,

“Mom, are you okay? You’ve been squirming in your chair since we sat down.”

My mom froze, her fork hovering mid-air. Her son, sat across the table, my brow furrowed in pretended concern. She **** a smile, though her cheeks burned slightly with humiliation. I sensed the panic bubbling in her chest as she tried to subtly shift in her seat, trying to ease the pressure my programmed circuit created as it nestled against her most private spot. The vibrator hummed softly, almost imperceptibly, not loud enough for me to hear but powerful enough to make her thighs clench and her breath hitch.

“I’m fine, honey,” she managed, her voice a little too high. “Just, uh, a little… tired. Long day at work.”

I cocked his head, my eyes narrowing slightly as I playfully pressed further. “You sure? You look… flustered.”

My mom’s heart skipped a beat. Flustered. I knew she must be questioning everything now, silently panicking on whether I knew what was going on under her side of the table. She must have thought she had been doing so well. I could have only assumed she had worn it out successfully before and this must be her first close call.

“Just… a little warm,” she lied, fanning herself with her hand. “Maybe I’ll open a window.”

My gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before I playfully shrugged and went back to my meal. “Alright. But you’re acting… weird.”

“So, uh, how was your day?” my mom asked, **** to change the subject.

I shrugged again; my mouth full of food. “Same as always. Boring. You know, school, homework, video games.”

My mom nodded, her mind racing. She needed to get out of this situation before she thought I noticed. I could tell she was looking for a way out of dinner without raising suspicion as she gazed off to the side.

“You know,” she said, her voice a little too casual, “I’ve had a very exhausting day, plus I cooked dinner. I think I’m going to go to bed now, do you mind cleaning up dinner?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Now? You barely ate dinner?”

My mom laughed nervously, the sound pitchy and ****. “Yes, uh, dinner. I just… uh, trying to shed off those stubborn few pounds, Ehm.”

She stood up quickly, her movements jerky and unnatural. As I could only imagine was from the vibrator shifting inside her, she had to bite her tongue to suppress a gasp. she knew she was dangerously close to losing control.

“Okay, weirdo,” I said, shaking his head. “Whatever.”

My mom headed to the island sink dropping her dishes and fled the kitchen. I smirked as she left the room tried her best to dash up the stairs between the waves of electricity erupting from between her thighs. As I finished my meal, I heard the muffled footsteps of my mom moving around upstairs. Based off my actions the past few weeks she was probably trying to get her clothes off as fast as possible and use some of her other toys.

I cleared the table and began loading the dishwasher as the noise upstairs subsided. If I had to guess it was probably because she was already laid back in her bed, in a comfortable position, basking in the waves of ecstasy that were rippling through her body. This time back in my own body was different, though. I was acutely aware of how big I was, how clumsy and thick my fingers were, how deep my voice was. It didn't feel right. It was almost like this was the costume and it was my mom's body I was supposed to have.

I shut the lights for the night and made my way back to my bedroom, stopping at the doorway. I paused as I was able to barely make out the muffled moans from my mom’s mouth as she pleasured herself. Smiling I closed my bedroom door and get ready for bed knowing the impact I made on my mom’s life and how much more enjoyable I made it.