Monica claims her man

That evening, after taking some time to adjust to the news that, absent your mom, that your family whom you thought had died 4 years ago was actually alive, well, and very much closer to you than you thought, you sent Pam a text to see if she was awake still, being 3 hours ahead of you probably not. When she didn't respond, you put your phone down and looked up at the ceiling, just wondering how many people had those two quacks did this to and how they had reacted to their new lives.

Keisha promised to talk with you more and after your friends caught up with you, you had dropped them off before coming home. Monica, for her part, saw the lost look on your face and just gave you a kiss on the cheek as you brushed by and she whispered "later". You nodded and spent some time in bed, looking up the ceiling as she took care of the girls upstairs. The past few weeks had thrown you for all sorts of loops and, as you lay there, you definitely wondered if it somehow would all come to make some sense or just remain unendingly maddening.

"Care to tell me your thoughts, Mr. Crews?" Monica whispered as she slowly closed the door behind her and dropped slid off her clothes, allowing you to take in her full nude body and slowly sliding down against you, placing her head on your chest and running her hand on your stomach.

You then told her what you had learned this afternoon from Keisha, about your family and the surgery done on them like the one done on you. She listened calmly and quietly, listening to you talk and let out your thoughts, before she looked up at you. "So, now that you know, what do you want to do?"

"I'm not sure...it's weird to know my 62 year-old mother is in the body of a 19 year-old male student that I play basketball with and my sister's in the body of a busty young woman. Much less my 64 year-old father's a 19 year-old girl..."

"What's her name again?" When you told Monica, Monica laughed and shook her head, the look of slight confusion caused her to laugh a bit more. "Sorry, Baby...It's just that the girl's very much into you. She always was but about 4 years ago, I mean, really, it became almost obvious. She's also much more of a girlie girl, very feminine...it's a switch that now makes a lot of sense."

You nodded and leaned back as she continued to hold you close, knowing that you didn't feel like anything remotely sexual but being okay with that. Scary how women can be intune with their partner's emotional state, you thought, as you turned out the light and the two of you laid there. "Are you okay with fucking her knowing now that your dad's in her head?"

"Babe?"

She cuddled close to you and placed her hand on your cock, feeling it stir. "Your cock says you are. Might as well accept the fact, baby, that you're an Alpha male among a lot of available women. You'll need to fuck him into one of your girls."

"I'm not sure how I feel about that..." you whispered.

"Maybe I can help persuade you..." she replied before her hand slowly pulled down your boxers and slowly she slid over your body until she brought her pussy over your cock. "Let mama take care of you, baby..." she leaned forward, kissing you tenderly as she reached between her legs and took hold of your cock and put it near the entrance to her body, the moisture dripping onto the tip told you how needy she was. Before you could react or say anything, she slowly lowered herself onto you, your cock sliding past her lips and entering into her body in a slow fluid motion. You gasped at how tight she was and Monica, for her part, let out a hiss as she was filled more than she ever had been. "Oh baby, you're so fucking big...you're filling my cunt up nice and good..." she whispered, whimpering into your ear as she took a deep breath and pushed herself again until you were fully in her. "Damn...any deeper I'd be tasting you..."

"Babe..." you began but she kissed you again and then whispered for you to hush as she began to ride you, bouncing her hips up and down your cock, her breasts bouncing and her nipples rubbing against your chest. She did her best to stifle her moans as she rode you and you placed your hands on her hips, helping to hold her in place.

"When it's just us, you don't call me anything but Monica or babe...I'm here with you, you're here with me....it doesn't matter who you were..." she breathed as you felt her starting to cum on your cock, her pussy becoming wetter and wetter for you to slide more and more easily. "You're Darrell now, not Steve...you understand me?"

You looked into her eyes. "I love you, Monica..."

She pressed her lips against yours as she pumped you one last time and squeezed you tightly, causing the rest of your body to overload and you came hard, filling her up with your cum. She moaned and twitched as you kept cumming in her until finally your cock spurted one last time and you felt your hips lower back to the mattress. Monica laid exhausted on top of you and slowly you motioned for her to get off but she shook her head and instead pulled the covers over the two of you. "Our family women always takes care of our men...you're going to be my man from now on, babe...I want to serve you, remind you that my place is with you and serving you. Remember that..." she whispered and fell asleep.