His Mother Sally

John wondered who he should think about, ultimately deciding it didn't really matter because the charm wasn't going to do anything, as John rubbed the charm he closed his eyes and thought of his mother Sally. After a few seconds, John felt the same, "of course the charm didn't wor..... THE CHARM" John thought realising the charm wasn't in his hands anymore opening his eyes John looked down expecting to have just dropped the charm but as he looked down instead of seeing his own hands, he saw the soft delicate hands of a woman, nails painted red. John looked further down and saw two large breasts jutting out from his body "WHAT THE FUCK" John thought, looking around he was in his parents room, he darted to his mothers full length mirror.

Meanwhile in John's room, Sally Doe was experiencing a weird sensation, she was in the middle of getting undressed and then the room span and warped. Sally would have caused some alarm but she was just so tired, the magic of the soul swap had worn her out, she'd never felt this exhausted in even her most intense workouts. Barely focused sally dropped the charm from her hands and slowly shuffled towards Johns bed, collapsing onto it and falling asleep with in seconds.

"This can't be happening" John thought looking in the mirror at his mother staring back at him, the charm had worked he was in his mothers body. Staring at himself or well herself now John studied his mothers features, her bright blue eyes, her beautiful face framed by her long blonde hair, she was stunning. Scanning his eye's lower he saw that his Mother must have been in the middle of changing as John had only a teal bra and a pair of matching panties on, John felt guilty for looking at his mother in this state of undress but his horny teenage mind was also quite enjoying this. John waved at himself briefly seeing his mother wave back "yep I am really in control of my mothers body" John thought.

John's eyes once again drifted to his tits in the mirror, "wait these are mine right now, I can see how big they really are" John thought, John quickly tugged his bra open a little bit just enough so he could read the label. 34D the label read, John didn't really know what he expected to be honest, as he'd never even kissed a girl he had no frame of reference so the information didn't really mean anything to him but he felt a bit naughty now knowing his mothers breast size.

John was so absorbed in checking the label he didn't notice his father walking up behind him, also in a state of undress as he only had his boxers on. John felt a hand squeeze his perfect rear, "I think you have spent enough time looking in the mirror lets get back to our night" John's father said his hand fondling his wife's ass.