When my nephew Nathan planned to stay with me in Texas for a few days to visit on his trip out west to Los Vegas, I figured we would just see the city and grab a bite around town. My husband was out of town and I didn’t think he’d really want to do too much anyway.
I never expected to be attracted to him and him to be attracted to me. He’s my husband’s, sister’s son so we aren’t related and I hadn’t seen him since he went away to college and then graduated so it hit me out of the blue that I thought he was handsome. I was not on my flirting game but halfway through an incredible dinner his leg touched mine under the table and it never left. I felt something I hadn’t felt in decades, I wanted him to like me… desperately.
I found that in the Uber I didn’t leave space to not be pressed against him. I was high in just his touch. Then he set his hand in my leg and left it for the rest of the trip home. We beat around the bush a little while watching a movie, but then my hand drifted to his crotch under the blanket and he was rock hard in seconds.
Our eyes met and we both knew. The rest of the movie was spent rubbing legs, teasing privates. I was wetter than I’d ever been. It was so wrong and I wanted it. The moment the tv clicked off we were frantically kissing. Never in my life had I wanted someone so badly. My husband didn’t exist, there was only Nathan.
Our lips were locked together when it happened. There was a tingling sensation and then everything was backwards. Everything I get, every urge I had was different. I wanted to dominate, to fill, to empty myself. Sensations and cravings I’d never had, but just as strong as what I’d just been feeling- wanting to be taken, be held, be filled…. I was Nathan and he was me but it was too late. Changing bodies had done nothing to diminish desire. We had to have each other, we’d crossed the rubicon and there was no going back.
We clumsily rushed into my bedroom, stripping unfamiliar forms. My penis was hard and I wanted pussy. It was a strange thought even as I had it. I didn’t even use words like that. My own mature body stripped nude and I took in myself from outside eyes for the first time and I liked what I saw. Nathan instinctually climbed on top of me before remembering he had no cock to drive home. Rather than switching he took his own penis in und and began working it into my vagina as best he could. The sensations of penetration were unreal. I strained upward, eager to bury my new manhood I to my former womanhood. I could feel Nathan getting wetter and smiled as he settled fully onto me.
He started grinding into me hard, seeking his new pleasure. As he did, I found mine for the first time as the head of my penis rubbed on the walls of my clenched vagina. It was novel and incredible. He found the spot and began to furiously ride me. My former vagina was heaven around my new cock; so wet…. So soft…
“you didn’t expect this, did you?” He asked. I didn’t hear him and he repeated it. I wasn’t sure if he meant swapping bodies or having sex in general but it didn’t matter, either way the answer was no. He asked if I was ready and then started begging for my cum. MY cum…. I could feel it blossoming as it happened, a slow but accelerating build up until I exploded. The release was unreal. He gasped in my body, I knew the feeling he was having. A growing hardness to the cock inside, a rush of pressure and wetness, a sense of pride at causing such pleasure. I smiled as my body slipped off my cock and to my surprise began sucking it clean of cum. I also somehow knew we would never swap back, that orgasm had a feeling of permanence to it.
Nathan flipped down on the bed next to me breathing heavy and looked in my eyes. I put an arm around him and pulled my soft body close. The look on his face was that he knew it too, this was permanent. He ran a hand down his new breast and side and smiled. “Want to go to Vegas together?” I imagined a week of what just happened and nodded, I couldn’t wait to do it again.