Jealous

This story is a work of erotic fiction intended for mature readers. The views and opinions of characters in the story do not reflect those of the author. The author does not condone the actions described in the story. All characters are over eighteen.

Warnings: This story contains irresponsible parenting, themes of , body swapping, age differences, and swearing. This story contains a depiction of drink spiking.

A/N: I reformatted this one from a different editor. Apologies if it feels a bit choppy. Also, I don't own the cover image.

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If you happened to walk through the front doors of Duncan & Hutchkins Family Law, the secretary sitting at the reception desk was probably the least of your worries. If you struck up a conversation as you waited for your appointment, you would learn that she was Rebecca Davis, a normal, single, attractive mother doing her very best to make ends meet.

"Oh, yeah! Just like that! Keep moving, baby! Fuck me!"

Chloe Davis knew her mother better than most people. She knew that there was something seriously wrong with the woman. Most mothers didn't fret so much about their appearance. They cared about other people's feelings. They didn't try to manipulate family and friends. They didn't bring over strange men and make so much noise that their daughter couldn't sleep.

"Fuuuck, yeah! Oh, god! Harder!"

Chloe threw a pillow at the wall. The noises stopped for a few seconds, then resumed. If anything, they were louder than before. Knowing her mom, she was justifying it as payback for interrupting them. She let out a groan and turned up the music on her headphones. They'd been at this for hours, and tomorrow was a school day.

"Sorry about the noise," her mom had said, bragging about her conquest at the breakfast table the following morning. "We tried out some new stuff. Talk about a dick appointment!"

"That's great, mom." Chloe kept her head down, munching on soggy cereal. Insincere apologies and too much information was nothing new, especially the last few weeks. She seemed particularly fond of Ryan.

"And stop knocking on the wall, you little shit. I don't care how jealous you are. You're living in MY house."

The muddled comments added insult to injury, but long ago, Chloe had learned there was no point trying to argue. Rebecca Davis was the center of her own universe, and any attempt to reason with her was useless. Eventually it would just devolve into a screaming match. She focused on the cereal and put her mental blinders on.

"How are things going with Justin, anyway? Put the moves on him yet?"

Chloe's face flushed bright red. It was one of her mom's favourite tactics - if she thought you were giving her the cold shoulder, she would bring up something personal or embarrassing. Years ago, Chloe thought she had a crush on Justin and wrote about it on her laptop. Of course, her mom had snooped through it one day and found the diary entry. It was one of her favourite topics to dredge up when she wanted to push her daughter's buttons.

"Moooooom. Stop. We're just friends." Chloe groaned with disdain.

"Hey, I'm just looking out for you, kiddo," her mother continued. "I see those bags under your eyes. Don't wait until you're old and saggy like me."

Chloe fumed silently. More like old and plastic. For a few months, any extra money in the house had been spent on remedies, treatments and clothes to keep her mother looking youthful. And she wasn't even that old, just pushing on thirty-nine. Last month was particularly bad. When her credit card got denied at the orthodontist - an important appointment that Chloe had to beg her mother to book in the first place - she was to cover it from her own savings. Afterwards, she got screamed at for making the family look bad. Everything was about keeping up appearances.

"A little bit of-" Rebecca mimed a blowjob, not letting up on her . She wrapped her slender hand around an invisible dick as she pushed on her cheek with her tongue. "This, and he'll be wrapped. Around. Your. Finger!" Each word was accentuated with a little finger twirl.

"Eww! Gross, mom. Don't talk about my friends like that." Chloe got up with her cereal bowl and plunked it in the sink, grabbing her backpack from the counter as she headed for the door.

"I'm telling you! Just like Ryan. Last month, he didn't know what he wanted. Now? He's got plans. BIG plans."

That was.. ominous, to say the least. Ryan wasn't the worst of the guys Chloe's mom had brought in, but he was definitely one of the creepiest. He just gave off that aura, like he was mentally undressing you every time he looked at you. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked out the front door as fast as she could.

*****

"Holy shit, dude. It lasted that long? It was a Monday night!"

Sandwich crumbs flew out of Justin's mouth as he talked. Lunch break was only half an hour, and Mrs. Gracelynn had kept him late after class again. Chloe snatched away one of his apple slices. Justin's mom always packed them for him.

"I know! Insane! Literally hours. I barely got any sleep."

"Have the rest if you want, then." he slid the bag over to her side of the table.

"You'll need the energy. I won't finish them in time, anyway."

Justin Wells was Chloe's best friend, and one of the few people in town that really understood the situation. When she started to realize something was unusual about her mom, she'd consulted the internet. There was a lot of helpful advice, and reading other peoples' stories justified her concerns, but there was only so much it could do to help with day-to-day life. When she needed an excuse to get out of the house or a sympathetic ear, he had always been there. Her long forgotten crush was a footnote at this point.

"Thanks, but I really shouldn't. They get stuck in my braces." Ignoring her own words, she popped another slice into her mouth. "She brought you up again, too."

"Oh, god. Again?" the response was muffled through a huge bite of sandwich.

"I told you, it's one of her favourites." Chloe refrained from telling him about the phallic gestures. It was already awkward enough if Justin needed to stop by her house. She could just feel her mother's gears turning, thinking of ways to keep Chloe under control. "The day she stops using you against me is the day she stops dying her hair."

Justin chuckled. Chloe shared a lot of her mom's features - sans the fillers and silicone - but it was hard to imagine Rebecca passing the auburn off as natural when it contrasted so harshly against Chloe's light blonde bun.

*CRASH!*

They both looked around for the source of the noise. Over by the food lineup, Jay Everett and Tobias Linden had just knocked somebody's tray out of their hands, spilling milk and chicken burger pieces everywhere. Tobias grappled the poor guy and held him still while Jay poured milk on his head. Somebody was already running to get a teacher.

"I can't believe they let those guys stay here," Justin commented, turning back to the table. "Aren't they, like, twenty now? How long can you get held back?"

Chloe smirked. "You'll be here when you're twenty-five if you keep annoying Gracelynn. And then I'll leave for college without you."

Even with unforeseen expenses - like the whole orthodontist debacle - she had managed to save enough from her part-time library job to move out once her senior year was over. It might not get her through a whole degree, but it would jump-start a new period in her life, away from her toxic home situation.

*BRIIIIING!*

Before Justin could fire back, the bell rang for fourth period. His eyes went wide, and he stuffed the last bite of sandwich into his mouth.