I awoke to the feeling of something hard pressing into my ass cheek. A man's arms were wrapped around me. My heart sank as the thought of it all being a strange nightmare was shattered. I was in my Mother's body, sharing a bed with my Stepdad. He was quite a heavy sleeper, it would seem, as I pushed him off and lay there too scared to move. I couldn't find any of her pjs to sleep in and resorted to wearing an oversized shirt that once belonged to my Dad. Of course, that meant my body was almost completely on show.
It wasn't a dream. Jack really did find a book of curses and used it to torment me. This curse, like most curses, came with a very specific way of breaking it. The thought alone made me shudder. In order to break the curse, I needed to reach an orgasm. That alone would be a terrible thing to have to do in my Mother's body, but the conditions were more specific than that. The curse would only be broken if I reached an orgasm at the hand of a man. Last night, I couldn't entertain the idea at all. But now I was already wearing thin. I didn't want to wake up like this every day.
The only solution was to act quick and to not think about it too much. I had an opportunity to break the curse laying in bed with me. All I had to do was initiate and then think about something else while he did all of the work. But could I really go through with something like this?
"Morning, beautiful."
"Morning... Handsome..." I replied.
He had a smile on his face. At first I thought it was a wholesome moment between husband and wife, until I realised he was staring at my chest the entire time. It seemed he wouldn't need any convincing to help me break the curse.
"How about you help me deal with this." He motioned to the hard pole making a tent under the covers.
I didn't really know my Stepdad all that well, which in this case was a blessing. He started dating my Mom when I was away from home. Aside from the wedding, I hadn't really spoken to him to be brutally honest. He was younger than my Mom by about eight or nine years, which according to Jack meant he was a 'boytoy' that could satisfy her needs. Though I didn't want to dwell on that idea, it was exactly what I needed. So I tried my hardest to put on a brave face and act as though I had done this countless times before.
"Where shall we start?" I asked, running my hand across his chest.
He lifted the covers, giving me a full view of his cock. Instinct told me to look away, but I was playing the part of a loving wife. I forced a smile onto my face and reached out for it, grasping it in my hand with what I hoped would seem like enthusiasm. As I gently stroked up and down his hard shaft, I suggested he could go down on me. "You first." He replied with a grin.
It was a small price to pay, I suppose. Jack would never have to know what I went through in order to break the curse. I wouldn't have to be labelled a cock-sucker for one shameful deed. So I moved between his legs and wrapped my lips around his cock before my brain could catch up with me. It wasn't as terrible as I imagined, which was awful in and of itself. The warmth of it, the hardness, the taste. I put it all out of my mind and focused on bobbing my head while making sure to not look him in the eyes. It was awkward enough without making eye contact with the guy.
I tried my hardest to ignore the sounds of pleasure he was making. But each grunt and whimper reminded me that this was a man's cock in my mouth. Thankfully though, this would soon be ov- Wait, why is he holding the back of my head like that? I suddenly feel his cock tense in my mouth as he holds me in place. Warm cum shoots into my reluctant mouth. It fills me to the brink until I'm forced to swallow it down or otherwise choke. He holds me there for a little longer, then finally releases me.
"That was incredible, babe."
"I- I'm glad you enjoyed yourself... So how about-"
"Oh fuck! Is that the time!?" He groaned. "Sorry, I have to get going. The boys are waiting for me."
The door closed behind him before I could protest. I was left laying on the bed with the taste of cum lingering in my mouth. Now I knew what it was like to be a bitter married woman, unsatisfied and regretting every moment. It was all for nothing and worst of all, if I ever wanted to break the curse, I'd need to do it again.
Part Two Here