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Sometimes I hate being around my mom. She’s constantly nagging me about a million chores, and honestly, we just don’t get along. Take out the trash, do this, do that. It’s such a fucking headache. She acts like she does everything around here, all the time.
Yeah right. Must be pretty fucking easy to be her. Scrap booking, couponing, talking with friends…she doesn’t do that much around here. I just wanted something to eat, but fuck, of course I couldn’t look in peace. We argued until she got frustrated, “Fuck this shit. I’m going to bed,” and walked off. God, she drives me nuts.
With nothing to eat, I decided to head to my room early, too. I didn’t hear anything from Mom for the rest of the night. Honestly, I’m glad. She has no idea how easy her life is.
I woke up the next day and immediately noticed I was in Mom’s bed. What the hell was I doing in there? I looked down to see long, gray hair on my shirt. Wait, was that my shirt? Oh my god, am I…Mom? No way! My voice…it sounded just like hers. How in the world did this happen?
I lifted her skirt and saw white, lacy panties. Mom dresses like that? I needed to focus. What was I going to do? I had baseball practice today. Fuck, no…I had a GAME today! I couldn’t be like…like this! This was weird. I needed to find a solution quick.
But it was hard to focus. I had Mom’s body! I pulled down her shirt and tugged at her nipples. Holy shit, Mom had some cute nips! It felt good when I played with them. How was I going to pull this off? I had to go to my baseball game.
I continued to look at her body only to discover she had a bellybutton ring and a g-string thong on. What a little whore! But where…where was my morning wood? Being in a female body was way different. How does she…? I pulled at her nipples again, and admired how good it made me feel. I wonder how she gets off.
I pulled her panties to the side. Mom was…kinda hot. Wait, does this mean I have to do all of HER stuff today? Hell no. I started to get horny looking at her body. I couldn’t exactly jerk off, so I rubbed her pussy instead. Oh…oh man, that felt good. This was almost as good as stroking my cock. I started to really enjoy it.
I put two fingers in. Was I being too weird? It was Mom’s vagina, after all…or was it mine? I was getting confused. Ah, fuck it. I put the fingers back in. Holy shit. I couldn’t help but moan. I fingered and rubbed her pussy, and the pleasure only got more intense. I finally brought myself to orgasm.
I remember hearing something about females being able to orgasm multiple times. I started rubbing Mom’s pussy again. Oh my god…I was so sensitive. I don’t know how she didn’t stay in bed all day. I could do all types of devious things in Mom’s body. I could even drink!
I needed to see it for myself. I checked myself out in the mirror. It was…amazing. I was actually her. But, what was I going to do? I needed to go to school. What if I threw my hair up in a baseball cap, and then lowered my voice when I needed to talk? That wouldn’t work. Hell, maybe I could just stay in bed and masturbate all day. I’d let her worry about being me for the day.
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