More intrigues

WASHWASHWASH

You close the tap and rub the towel on your face. Your sister's distressed expression greets you from the mirror.

"I hope she will never find out.".

You have used her body first to jerk off and then to have sex with your mom, and instead of feeling guilty, the mere memory pumps adrenaline in your veins. Well, there's a part of you that is sorry, in the end; but the fact is that, if Tina offered you to do it again, right now, right here, you would yield without too much struggle.

-You're so hot, sis.- You say to the reflex, seeing her full lips mimicking your words. You lean forward and kiss the cold surface of the mirror, imagining with this to hold the real Kim in your hands, to savor her lips, to stick your tongue between them. Instead, when you retract there is only the tarnished sign of your smack in the middle of the glass.

A wave of embarrassment crimples your cheek. You rapidly check that you are presentable (meaning that, whether it happens you to look down, you won't **** your new tits) and you exit the bathroom, direct back to the living room where you left Tina a pair of minutes ago. However, you notice that she has moved to the kitchen, and she seems busy with something. As you get closer, you realize much to your surprise that she's... taking photos of her ass?

-Let's check this one...- She's commenting.

-...What are you doing?-.

She turns towards you, yet without showing the minimum allusion of embarrassment.

-Oh, just sending some pics to my boyfriend.-.

-You what??-. Tina gestures for you to be quiet, but you push further: -And since when do you have a boyfriend??-.

-Duh, I'm not a kid anymore, Tom. Indeed, I'm older than you currently...- She sneers, groping her uncovered boobs.

-But you can't do this!- You protest, try not to pay attention to her seductive gesture, and to the wetness it produced inside your panties: -That's Mom's body!-.

Tina seems baffled by the impetus of honor you're showing. She's not entirely wrong, actually.

-Why, don't tell me you weren't sending Kim's nudes to your phone.-.

You blush, having to deal with the contradiction between your protective instinct towards your family and your manifest disrespect for your sister's privacy.

-It's not the same thing! He's a guy, I mean, a stranger!-.

-...who perfectly knows that I can easily screw up his life if he shows those photos to anyone else. Geez, bro, I'm not stupid. It's just for fun.-.

You are baffled by how easily she dismisses your well-founded objections. How can she have this little consideration for her own mother? You won't be in the best position to judge, but for Pete's sake, these shits can escalate bad, like, real bad!

-Ok, ok, I know what you are thinking.- She eventually concedes, rolling her eyes: -But it's just because you don't know him. He's a cool guy, really.-.

-So much cool that you shared with him your secret?-. You can't conceal a spitful pique in your tone: discovering so suddenly that she has a boyfriend and plus that she has told him, and not you... well, it's not the simple brother's jealousy the one burning in your chest.

Tina notices your dismay, makes her calculations, and then puts her hands on her hips: -Look, if you're so concerned about Mom reputation, why don't you try to be her?-.

-...uh?-.

-Mooom! How comes breakfast is not ready?-.

Your mother lifts her face from the stove, frowning at her elder daughter.

-Be patient sweetie, it's almost done.-.

-You know I hate to be late, uff!- Your sister snorts, all but repenting of her effrontery. Then, as she's used to do in these cases, she draws her phone and buries herself in. It's the next morning, and as always your family is gathered together to have breakfast: here you are, in fact, sitting at the end of the table, next to your sister Tina who is in front of Kim; your parents sit on the other side, though your father is shaving in the bathroom and will join you in a minute.

Tina gives an unimpressed look at Kim, who replies with a hubristic pout. Your mother sighs: when Kim is in bad mood, there's little to do. As she's finally serving you the sandwiches, Tina begins to talk: -By the way, what was that noise tonight? Coming from down here?-.

-Uh, well...- Your mom blocks for a moment.

-I had to discuss something with Kim, but frankly I can't remember the conversation.-.

You and Tina glance at each other for a moment, but any intention of addressing your sister is cut off by the intensity with which she's clearly ignoring her family, having passed from the phone to the meal without deigning to take a look up. Meanwhile, your dad has arrived and is already playing the zany part in his boomerish and cringy way.

-Uh! What did our cook prepare today?- He asks, theatrically feasting his eyes on the actually unnoteworthy plate of bread and jam. Indeed, he doesn't wait for an answer, as he goes to reaffirm the mutual property he shares with his long-life partner by stamping a sloppy kiss onto her lips, which is peacefully ignored by his spawn.

-Sit down, you rascal, or you're gonna be late for work.- Your mom chuckles. The breakfast proceeds smoothly, and Tina is the first one to finish: since she prefers walking to school over being driven, she has to leave earlier.

-Bye mom. Bye dad.- She gives a peck to her parents and then she's out. Now theoretically it's the turn of Kim, who usually takes you with her, but when she's like this you can't be sure of anything. Your sister finishes eating without too many ceremonies and then she gets up, marching towards the door.

-So...- You say, winning your insecurities.

-Move on twerp.- Comes the answer, and you're ready to spring and follow her. Another ten minutes pass, and now your mother is looking at her husband wearing his coat and shoes at the entrance, her hands joined on her waist, a cordial smile on her face. Before leaving, your father turns around and kisses her again, as usual; but this time he lingers a bit more, and that kiss becomes an intense exchange of effusions.

-Mmm, what's the occasion, pumpkin?- Your mom asks, being the one who eventually detaches.

-Just having a splendid wife.- He smirks, and she can see in his eyes how much he'd love to stay home today. But he's also a dutiful man, and with a little encouragement, she convinces him that it's time to go.

Alone by now in the house, your mom moves back into the kitchen where she loads the dishwasher. Today is her free day, therefore her routine requires her to clean the house: therefore, the next hour she passes it vacuuming and mopping the floors, sighing when she enters her kids' rooms and sees the chaos they never tidy up, and thus moving in twirls between their shrines as the real owner of these walls that she is, in the face of who any claim to privacy is worth nothing.

Then, it's the turn of the bathroom, to descale and cleanse, and luckily at least this time her husband has cleaned the sink before leaving.

After that, she takes her car keys and goes grocery shopping. Kitchen department, vegetables, hygiene products, she moves inside the supermarket as if she were at home.

-Do you have our card?- Is the cashier's question, a woman of her age, but upon who aging and pregnancies have left more marked signs.

-Yes, one second.-.

Back home, she empties the shopping bags in their places, and she can finally concedes herself a break, two hours and a quarter having passed since your father's departure. Typically, she would have laid on the sofa and turned on the tv. Instead, today she kicks off her shoes and goes upstairs to her room, where she collapses on the bed, arms open crosswise and gaze at the ceiling, taking big breaths.

Her head pipes up, pausing to admire the two mounds on her blouse inflating and deflating at the rhythm dictated by her lungs. One hand gently cups them, and something between a snort and a whinny quivers her lips.

Your lips.

"Wow.".

Your other hand finds its way between your legs, rubbing the tissue of the pencil skirt that you chose for your mom this morning; in the same arbitrary way that you chose her blouse, you did her makeup, you even showered before doing any of that.

-Mmm... ghh...- You cram your eyes, your pussy slowly leaking its warmness inside your groin. Your mind travels back to last night, more precisely when your sister proposed you to take over for Mom. At first, you couldn't believe she was serious, but she insisted that you couldn't completely understand what she was meaning until you had tried to spend a day as someone else.

-But I don't know how to be Mom!-.

-This is the best part.- She smirked: -You can access her memories, and not only that: you can let her personality take over, basically by putting yourself down in her subconscious. That's how I impersonated her before.-.

And so, you let yourself be convinced. The temptation was simply too much; with a kiss, you flew into your mother's mouth, while Tina inside Kim's, and then she left you. And so, the 'you' who was sitting at the table this morning was actually your body on autopilot, as much as Tina's for what you strongly suspected: you weren't sure at the beginning, since her Kim's imitation was really convincing, but you caught some sort of exasperation in her behavior, as if she was playing with you, leveraging on a secret that only you two were sharing.

However, your mother wouldn't have probably guessed anything. As much as she wouldn't have tarried so much as she looked at herself in the mirror, after the shower (that was why you were a bit late with breakfast); neither she would have sensually swayed her hips while strolling at the market, feeling behind her the charmed eyes of the men and the envious ones of the women (not last the cashier); nor she would have gasped when, bending on the dishwasher, her ass was squeezed by the tight skirt, as instead you did.

Tina was right. Sinking deep down into your mom, seeing her moving from the inside but at the same time you being the one piloting her, it truly is something magical. When you woke up next to your father, when you cuddled between his arms, and all your interactions with your sisters and even with your body, none of this felt strange; yet it did, in a sense, but more like an actor playing a role than like an imposter. And when Dad kissed you, you didn't feel disgust; but lust. You were your mom, you are your mom, but you also know that you are not, and this perverse contradiction, mixed with the physical sensation of your digits stimulating your pussy and your boobs, is turning your body on fire, so much that you're constantly running out of oxygen.

You get up, only to turn to the mirror door of your parents' closet. Your mom's visage is red and sweating, her hair slightly uncombed, and you can see the signs of excitation thrilling on her skin. You unbutton the shirt and throw it away, then it goes your skirt too, and finally your underwear. A stupid smile crawls on your face, as you're now admiring once again the nude form of Jessica Harris, your mother, the same body which you got regrettably familiar with no more than eight hours ago.

And it's all yours.

Your hands come back to **** your breasts, this time groping them with vigor, squashing and pinching the nipples, while you moan both for the feeling of the two soft bumps under your palms and of the dainty fingers digging in your tits. You fall back on the mattress giving vent to your arousal with noisy groans, not fearing anyone catching you since you're alone in the house.

"They had no idea." You resume considering.

"How they treated me, they really thought I was Mom!".

Once again, your left hand departs from your chest, sliding its fingers inside your moistened vagina, which twitches at the nippy contact.

-Ohh!!!-.

You stick in the index, then the medium too, while with your thumb you massage your clit, eliciting even louder cries, which you instinctively muffle by burying your face in the pillow. You roll around, moving also the other hand down between your tight and raising your butt in the air, with your digits seeming to have a life on their own and continuing their gleeful work inside of you.

"And Kim, Kim too! Maybe she's masturbating right now and, and nobody would know! I could... I could be Mom forever and nobody... nobody...".

-I see you've started without me, babe.-.

"!!!".

You widen your eyes and, alarmed, rise up in a straddle position: who is this? Your father? But it's not his vo-

-OHHH!!!!- Before you could turn around, a pair of virile hands clasped your tits, and now something hard and warm penetrates your pussy. That sudden pang sends you even more in confusion so that, for a moment, you think someone has stabbed you. But then the pain subsides to a surge of pleasure, and your jaw drops open in a sensual wail. You manage to spin your head a little and you finally see a boy of unclear age with black hair and glasses who is pounding you from behind, a wild gleam in his eyes.

Horror assails you. A stranger has broken into the house, and now he's fucking you!!!

-W-What the fuck?-.

-Oh yes babe, you're so tight!- He ignores your protests, speeding up his pumping. The feeling is so intense that your pupils roll up in their sockets, and your lips fail to formulate a coherent speech, letting out only howls and moans.

"Why is this happening??? What is going on???".

You, clearly, receive no answers. The pleasure becomes too much to keep your eyelids open and he presses his face on your back, sneezing and smooching your shoulder with a passion that betrays a scheme, a prepared intention behind this ****, not the casual frenzy of a robber who has caught you like this. No, there must be something more! Who the hell is this guy??

-S-Sto-oo-op!- You implore, somehow finding the strength to articulate that beg. But it makes things only worse.

-Oh yeah, I love when you pretend not to like it Tina! Your mom is a fucking sex doll!-.

Fucking hell!!! He's Tina's boyfriend?! Why is he here? Why does he think-ohhh Goooood!!!

-I-I'm no-o-ohhh!!!- Your words lose themselves in a raving whine. You would have never imagined that having sex as a woman would have been like this, you can barely keep your mind lucid, and every second it becomes more and more difficult. The boy's arm parts by your bosom, only for his hand to grab your elbow as he straightens up, grunting in preparation.

You have only the time to realize what's going to happen that he starts to thrusts in harder, thoroughly impaling you without any restraint, if he ever had one. No, this time he's just breeding you, treating you like an animal, a bitch. You scream out, loudly, releasing all the pleasure you're receiving, a pleasure so incumbent that you feel like you're about to explode.

-Oh my Goooooood!!!-.

You doubt your mom would ever make these lewd noises, or that she would put herself in this position, doggystyle, with a stranger, upon the bed she shares with her lovely husband. And you're not just making her do these things, you're also tricking this guy into believing that you're your sister possessing your mother: you're wrecked in this spiral of perversion and pleasure, unable to oppose it anymore, and you know that you should fight it, but you can't, you don't want to. It just feels too good.

-Let's shift babe, I need to rest a moment.- He says to you, panting for the fatigue. And you, you don't take advantage of this occasion to clarify things, or to run away, or to do something, anything. No. You obey, turning around and pushing him to sit on the bed. You then move your white-hot body over his crotch, you look at him, and then you wane down, letting his cock pierce you once again, this time assisted by the same **** of gravity and therefore making it sink up almost to your cervix.

-Aww!!!-.

The sensation is amazing, it's unbelievable, and completely intoxicating too, yet you're quite disturbed by the sight of his manly snout before your eyes. You then pull your head backward, helping to stay stable with a hand on the mattress, and you begin to move up and down.

Your partner is groaning, your bed is trembling, and your breathing is reduced to a sequence of feminine blows in which you hardly recognize your mother's voice. As he holds you and you hold him, you lose yourself in the carnal lust, and you know you're close, the only thing you can think of is that you're so close, and you yearn for that moment with every fiber of your stolen body. But you want to feel it entirely, to be a real woman at that moment. You want to be fucked.

You lay down, placing his hand on one of your tits, and you don't need words to explain. He fucks you, hard, intimate, now his face is no more a turn-off but an exciting sight, as you know that it's you who is disfiguring his traits in that animal growl, it's you who have that immense power upon him, and that it's you the woman that is going to climax by his turgid cock gliding in and out your pussy. You close your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by an unbearable tide of pleasure, and finally all the warmness accumulated in your stomach is released in an outbreak of stickiness and squirts. You cry.

You've orgasmed. As a woman. By a man.

It felt so good.

You reopen your eyes. He's of course delighted by your performance, but you know that he isn't satisfied yet. And so, with a devious smile on your face, you pull out his throbbing cock from inside of you and you begin to stroke it, aiming for the luscious bosom he seems so infatuated with. It's just a matter of a dozen seconds before his visage contracts into a familiar grimace, and then he squirms all his load all over your breasts, one, two, three times, while his member slowly becomes flaccid and spent between your fingers.

You're both panting, looking at each other, a mixture of emotions pervading you.

-Anf, anf... woah babe, you lasted less than usual! I guess... anf... I guess you were really happy to see me, huh?-.

You simply nod, fearing that somehow you'll expose yourself if you'll utter even one word.

That was... that was incredible...

-But, hon', this was probably the best sex we've ever had in months!-.

His smirk fades away as you hear a ringtone coming from the floor, on a point you can't see.

-Oh shit! Sorry Tina, gotta go now.- He quickly descends from the bed, collects a pair of trousers and a polo from somewhere and then he runs away. Less than a minute later, you hear the front door closing.

And thus, you're left alone, in your mom's bedroom, in your mom's body, with the sperm of an unknown dude spread all over your chest. Your mind is going haywire, unable to process the madness of the last minutes, and your skin, far from being sated, is still tingling, the excitement mingling with the chilly air of the room; but suddenly a wave of tiredness envelops you, and you fall asleep on the spot, slipping into the oblivioning arms of Morpheus.

-Wakey wakey!-.

You come to with a start, immediately feeling cold all over your body and a sticky patina on your bosom. You look around in alarm, gasping as you see your two sisters standing at the door and staring at you with a grin. For a moment, you are utterly confused, but then you remember everything and you realize that, indeed, it hasn't been just a dream.

-Look at yourself, bro. Good thing we came home a bit early.- Your little sister smugly says. You shift your glance between them, not understanding what's going on. Is Tina back in her body?

As if reading your mind, it's the apparent Kim who answers: -Nope, here I am. As you will see, it's easier if your original body is your accomplice.-.

'Tina' rests her head on her sister's shoulder, confirming her words through such submission and a dumbfounded grin.

-Tina, what, what was your boyfriend doing here?- You eventually babble.

-What, apart from shagging you?- She retorts, not hiding a chuckle. You immediately turn red.

-B-But how? Why?-.

-Because I wanted you to try it, like, for real Tom!- 'Kim' says, and then she begins to advance towards you.

-You needed to taste it by yourself, or you wouldn't have understood.-.

-But you made me have sex with your boyfriend! In Mom's body!-.

-And how it felt?-.

-That's not the point!- You protest, but she smiles complacently. It's as if that didn't affect her, nay, as if it were her only goal from the beginning.

-Besides, how have you organized all of this? How did you know that I was...- You stumble: -when I would have... been here?!-.

Tina's body fails to suppress a chuckle, while 'Kim' curls her blonde hair around her index.

-Well, I may have put something in your coffee this morning to... push you a bit, let's say.-.

You don't understand at first. When you do, you boggle incredulously.

-You **** me?! Oh my God, that's why I felt... Tina, how could you?? This is wrong!!!-.

Tina rolls her eyes, mumbling in annoyance: -Wrong, wrong, is this the only thing that you're thinking of?- she asks, finally sitting next to you. You retract in shame, but the other Tina blocks you on the other side, basically trapping you.

-Come on, do you see someone hurt here? He is happy, you are happy, and Mom's body, well, it's clearly happy too...-.

-No, I'm not!- You reply, unsure where to turn, as having those your two pretty sisters a centimeter from your face is reigniting the spark of lust that the sleep is no longer keeping dormant. And the fact that one of them is secretly possessed by the other is not helping, not at all.

-Then why instead of talking you aren't cleaning yourself, mh?- 'Tina' presses you.

-I... I was going to do it!- But your answer sounds inauthentic, perhaps to you even before them. You hate to admit it, but they are right: there is a part of you, no, a vast majority of you who is still thrilled when thinking back at what happened minutes ago, in this same bed, the sacred oath of your parents which you contributed to defile. Unwillingly, maybe; or maybe, maybe not even that.

-Mmm...- Your sister's eyes scan your body, her index tracing the path on your skin, trailing tingles as it passes.

-Did you like being fucked by Andy, Mom? Did you like having his big, large cock ravaging you from the inside?-.

-W-Why are you... s-stop...- You mutter, trying to ignore the shivers running down your spine.

-B-Besides, who is he? How long have you been dating him?-.

-Actually- Answers the other: -I met him the first time I went to university as Kim... he was so intrigued to talk with my little sister...-.

Wait, the university? But that means...

-Hold on, how old is he?-.

-24. 25, next month.-.

-25???- You erupt scandalized: -He's even older than me!!! You're barely an adult and, and you're dating a senior??-.

-What are you talking about, Mom?- 'Kim' giggles from behind you (right, she's the one you should talk to): -How can he be older than you? Indeed, it seems to me that he's not the eldest person with whom I... interacted...-.

You look at her surprised, excited of course, but not only that: even with a hint of fear, at least enough for her to stop laughing. The truth is, you can hardly recognize your sister; and, if she wanted you to understand something, this immediately recesses before such bewilderment. How can she be this reckless, this cynical? With her own family, overall! Has the power changed her that much?

-Well, sorry to interrupt, but if you wanted to take a shower you should better do it, since...- As you turn back to her, 'Tina' shifts her head, revealing the clock on the night table.

-Shit!!!- Realizing that you have less than half an hour before your dad and your body come back, you throw yourself off the bed and run out of the room, leaving your two 'daughters' sinisterly smiling at you.