Wear David

The same process repeated under different circumstances. Instead of sliding manly legs into those of a lady’s, you were sliding a lady’s into a young man’s. An interesting procedure, as it seemed that Tina had larger thighs than David, in addition to her wider hips and thicker ass. The arms were less intrusive, but the chest was not. You had to squeeze Tina’s bounty into the flattened plains of David’s chest. Thankfully, Claire was helping you steady and balance. What remained was David’s head as Claire helped bundle your long strands of hair into the slit. Your head adjusted into David’s as you felt the slit close you inside. You opened your eyes to realize the transformation was complete. You were standing in David’s room inside David’s body. Again, you looked down onto your hands, this time seeing no nail polish but the rougher and blistered palms of a young adult man. It felt unreal to be in such a younger male body, and especially ironic to know that beneath still you possessed a woman’s body masquerading atop an older man’s. Such a paradox nevertheless excited David’s penis as it stood back up in its surprisingly curved shape. As a reflex, you rubbed your hand against it, feeling the new power that stood down there.

“Alright, I look ready for round 2,” you say aloud.

“And so will I,” you hear in front of you. You watched as Claire reached her hands around her head. She grabbed the two halves of her head and pulled, her face distorting like a latex mask. Her eyes receded, her cheeks retracted, and her mouth deformed. She pulled the mask down to reveal a surprise. Behind the mask was not her mother Marie, but instead Julia Wilson, the mother to one of David’s best friends.

You were intrigued. “Well that is unexpected.”

Julia grinned. “And here I thought you weren’t ready for more surprises.”

“I am still surprised.” You watched as she gradually pulled out of Claire’s deflated shoulders. “What exactly is the idea here?”

“Oh I thought it would be obvious to you at this point.” She had finally stepped out of Claire’s body. “What else is more interesting than mother-son ****.” Julia straightened her back and showcased her seductive figure. “Sex between a son and his best-friend’s hot MILF!”

You smiled and licked David’s lips. “I like where you head is.”

“And I’d like that dick inside me. Get back to bed, young man!” You agreed to her demands and laid back. Mrs. Wilson sat her luscious ass on your lap and wrapped around your shoulders. “If your own mother won’t teach you any manners, then I’ll make it my responsibility.” Her dominating words betrayed her affectionate posture. The two of you kissed. “Now fill this dusty pussy with your cum!” she demanded.

“Yes, Mrs. Wilson,” you meekly complied. The two of you docked and you felt the insides of her walls. A familiar action, but a wholly unique application. A young and robust shaft being inserted into a crevice you’ve never visited. Already satisfaction was flowing between you two. Two sexual acts in such a short time, how much more can you possibly provide before you collapsed from exhaustion? You needed to fight back. Take the initiative before you were drained the last of your energy! You grabbed Mrs. Wilson by the shoulders, surprising her, before flipping her onto her back. Now you laid on top of her, pushing yourself off of her bountiful milkers.

“What is the meaning of this?” she spat.

“I’m not some dog for you to hold on a leash. From now on I am taking control of the situation,” you proclaimed. The two of you continued with your deceptive consummation, but this time to the aggravated moans of Mrs. Wilson who can’t help but suffer under your weight. “Ahh, ahh, ahhh” you both gasped in between breaths.

“David, I’m sorry,” Mrs. Wilson begged. “I wasn’t familiar with your frustrations. It’s been so long since I’ve had such a powerful cock in my snatch that I’ve forgotten how painful it really felt. I underestimated you and I beg for your mercy, please!”

“No, fucking way bitch. For too long, I thought about ramming you and I am not about to lose this opportunity!” From there you exploded into her pussy. David’s body was able to produce copious amounts of jizz, adding his amount into your own load. “AHHH,” you and Mrs. Wilson moaned. It was the best sex you’ve had in a long time. All thanks to that pen.

Nightfall arrived as moonlight fell into David’s bedroom. The grass outside glowed in a silver sheen and the distant rumble of tires hitting the road made their way to your ears. You laid in David’s bed, hidden still within his skin. To your side, Mrs. Julia Wilson laid against you, her arms cuddling you in their embrace. You both were basking in the afterglow, savoring the excitement of your shared experience together. Her breathing was truly remarkable.

“I love you, Marie,” you told her.

“I love you too, Paul.”

“That was the best sex we’ve had in a while. I’m glad we did it.” A somber thought crossed your mind and you couldn’t hide it. Julia noticed it on your face. “But I can’t help but think why exactly this felt so good. I mean, **** played a role, but at some point I realized it wasn’t the **** that was driving me forward. I don’t feel great about using these ‘skinsuits.’"

“I think I know what you mean,” she assured.

You continued. “It took us completely new identities. New lives and perspectives to realize that we love each other. If it took you to wear Julia’s skin for me to enjoy any part of you tonight, does that mean… I don’t love the Marie underneath?” You stared deeply into Julia’s eyes. Behind those steely blue eyes were the auburn colors of your beloved wife. You realized that you missed them. “I want to see your face again, honey.”

Julia gave a gentle smile. She pulled away from you for space. Her hands reached into her mouth and pulled away the lips. You could already see the shape of Marie’s mouth, but she doesn’t stop there. Slowly she widened the lips until the gaping mouth led open to a new face beneath the mask. Julia’s lips were being pulled back further and further, slowly revealing a familiar shade of skin and unforgettable strands of brunette hair. Finally, Julia’s face flopped back behind. Emerging from out of her mouth was the undeniable visage of your loving wife, Marie.

She gleamed back her iconic smile. “How long did you miss me?”

You thought over the next words.

Find the right words. “Since the day I married you.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” The two of you closed in for a kiss. You were still wearing David’s face and therefore his tongue was dancing with your wife’s. That didn’t matter. What mattered was the taste of your wife after everything tonight.

“I don’t suppose you can use that beautiful mouth of yours one last time for tonight?” You looked down your borrowed skin to see David’s dick was already erect again, anticipating reciprocation. Marie looked at you with a pout. “Please, hun?” you pleaded. “Just one more before this is all over.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say, handsome.” She gave you a playful tug, maybe as an attempt to reveal your face underneath, before readjusting herself. Preparing herself into a 69 position offered additional benefits over a straightforward blow job. The largest was right in your face. You couldn’t even eye Marie’s tonguework but you could feel it as she licked up and down your shaft like a popsicle stick. All the while, her Julia-wearing ass bounced above your face. You earned comfortable sniffs of that derriere. As Marie delivered the pleasure, you concentrated on that scent; recording it to memory along with the rest of the evening. Never forget what your wife gifted. You knew it’ll all be over the next day. However temporary and however fleeting those feelings were, they ignited your manhood as it ejaculated into Marie’s throat. She may have budged, but you didn’t even flinch. You were simply at peace. Your head floating above the clouds. You wanted to be taken away to where dreams could never die. Tonight reality was stranger than fiction. If only forever it could last.

*Jimmy’s POV*

It took a long while, but you finally did it. David’s dad finally passed from all of that sexual thrill. You didn’t initially think it would be so easy, even after reading through Mrs. Anderson’s notes. But you guessed something must have awakened in David’s dad for him to be so complicit in what was layered ****. How lucky for you that it couldn’t emerge at a better time.

You swallowed the last of David and Paul’s cum. Normally, you’d be disgusted in swallowing another dude’s cum, but inside Marie’s body it almost felt natural to enjoy that salty and bitter flavor. With the right sexual drive, anything could be permissible, you presumed. Making sure that Mr. Anderson was definitely asleep, you climbed off his **** body and stood up on the floor. You reached into Claire’s shorts and pulled out the pen you had stowed away. You aimed and fired it at Mr. Anderson. A bright light consumed the slumbering man, before his body deflated like the rest of the Anderson family.

You were finally alone, surrounded by empty costumes strewn about the room. “Finally,” you said in Mrs. Anderson’s voice. “I can actually unwind.” You dropped the pen on the bed. Then with both hands you touched the center of your neck. Tracing a horizontal line that would seem like a decapitation mark, you were able to create a slit, similar to the one you created previously along Tina’s back. You pulled the slit wider, deliberately separating the two halves of your neck until the head and shoulders were fully separated from each other. Marie’s face came off like a silicone mask. In place of her head was your own, which itself sat atop Marie’s neck and the gaping mouth of your mother. You looked back down at the separated and deflated face of Mrs. Anderson. The way it looked in your hand, it was almost like she was screaming. Screaming for mercy when you aimed the pen at her earlier today. The horror was visible on her face and it brought a devilish satisfaction of turning the puppet master into a puppet herself. “It’s all because of you that I won’t be forgetting about that pen for a long time. But I hope you’re happy. I did save your marriage with my flawless acting.” You combed her hair as though it were a wig. In practice, she really was just a costume for you to wear.

Tonight ended with absolute success. But what of tomorrow? Was there a possibility that this charade could continue on? Maybe for a week or even a month. A year or a few didn’t seem so outside the realm of possibility. Whatever you chose next, you'd be sure it will top your latest act.