You make it home and desperately need a release

By some miracle I was able to make it home, as I pulled into the driveway, I clipped the curb, and the car gave a slight bounce. I parked the car and bustled back to the house nearly forgetting all my new purchases in the trunk. As I reached the front door, I fumbled to get the keys out my purse while carrying all the bags. the moment I got inside the house and closed the door, I dropped the bags at the door, unzipped my boots and started to strip as I impatiently made my way to my mom’s bedroom, leaving whatever article of clothes in a crumpled-up state throughout the house. By the time I reached the bedroom I was wearing nothing but panties which now clearly displayed a dark, wet spot by my pursing lower lips. As I peeled the panties off a web of grool stretched from my pussy to the panties, stretching further and further util it breaks off and slowly drips down my leg.

Standing naked in my mom's body in the middle of her bedroom, I looked down at myself, admiring the soft curves I now possessed, running my hands up and down my smooth body, gripping the curve of my ass, then my swaying tits, stroking myself while my body warmed. As I stood in the middle of the bedroom, I placed my hands on my ass cheeks and spread them apart, allowing my new asshole to feel the cool air.

“Mmm, so nice,” I murmured, staring down at myself while my hands began to caress each breast, grabbing the nipple and pulling it taut before releasing to watch it snap back into place. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of a nearby tree outside the bedroom window.

I lay on the bed, mom's body stretched out beneath me. Her heavy breasts fell down the side of my chest. I stroked my body some more, enjoying my mom's soft skin, the way her hands looked as they felt up her own tits, pushing them into peaks before letting them fall back down across her body, sliding my hands between her thighs and caressing the coarse thatch of pubic hair above her entrance. It was a slower, more in depth process than when I was a teenage guy, able to rub one out during a commercial break. My mom's body was slow to warm but when it did, oh, she burned so beautifully.

My touch became harder, fingers gripping my skin, enjoying the soft body I now possessed. I returned my hand to my legs, fingers exploring my pussy. I was growing moist, the lips of my labia expanding, welcoming my fingers inside. I was ready this time, my excitement jump starting my arousal. I sighed happily as I slid two fingers inside myself, caressing my velvety folds. I shifted my cute ass on the bed as I slowly fingered myself rhythmically, watching my fingers vanish into my pussy, reappearing slick, velvety, and shiny with my own juices. Pulling my fingers out of myself briefly, I licked them, getting a slight hint of my tangy cunt. There was an immediate wave of emptiness that followed as well as the desire to fill myself again.

Once I felt my manicured fingers were licked clean and coated with my slippery saliva did, I return them back to my pussy, the wonderful gloss feeling so much more divine. My own wetness sprang up ever more to my touch and I dragged my juices up and down my slit. Fuck, I was making myself so horny.