Jennifer, your hot mom.

Now that you knew it worked, you knew you had to try this again. But when you started thinking about who exactly you’d be interested in possessing, one name came immediately to your mind: Jennifer, your mother. Ever since you and your classmates had hit puberty, one fact had become increasingly clear to you: your mom was hot. Young for having a son your age, she’d kept her figure despite the three kids, and said figure was curvy as hell. You’d done your best to deny those kind of feelings, since it wasn’t exactly normal to find yourself lusting after your mom, but with the opportunity this ring had presented to you, there was no way you’d pass up the ability to take her body as your own, at least for a little while.

So, you rubbed the ring again, and thought about her. Suddenly, you were not in your room, as the world spun around you for a third time. Now, you were in your parent’s bedroom, and looking down it became quite clear you were in fact in your mom’s body. Your entire perspective was different, thanks to how much shorter your mom was than you, and you quickly walked into the nearest bathroom, which wasn’t the one that your father had been using when you’d been in his body. After locking the door behind you with thin, feminine hands, you stripped down to nakedness and looked in the mirror.

Your mother looked back at you in the mirror. She had straight brown hair, long enough to reach the middle of her back, which she always wore in a cute ponytail. Her face was the kind of simple beauty that didn’t require make-up, though you knew she did use some for more formal occasions. Her boobs were what really drew your eyes: large and round and soft. Touching them with her hands, you were amazed at the feeling, the first time you’d ever touched anyone’s boobs before. Of course, that wasn’t all she had going on: with wide hips and a soft and bouncy bubble butt, your mom was easily capable of getting men’s attention when she walked by. Then, there was her crotch, her mound, with a thick bush of brown hair to frame what you knew lay under it.

All of this was yours, as long as you wanted to keep it. But as you thought that, something else came to mind...where was mom’s mind? You were in her body, sure, but was she in yours? Or was your body being run by some kind of replica of your mind? Or was it just **** in your room? You had no clue, and if you were going to play with the ring more, you might want to look into it. Of course, you did also want to have fun as your mom. Maybe you could save questions like that for later?