Becoming my mother had been hard at first. We had no idea how it happened, and she made me promise no one knew. That meant taking up each others lives. And while she found it easy becoming me, I found it was more difficult becoming her. First of all was my father, who knew he was such a sex pest, but I had no attraction to him at all, in fact, it disgusted me. But I my mum insisted I act like her, and that meant sex. The first time I had sex with him, I threw up after, but I also felt like something was missing, not only did it make me feel disgusted, it made me feel empty.
I tried to ignore it, and for the most part it worked, I had sex with my dad a couple more times, but it still felt disgusting, I started making up excuses. And for a while, it worked, but the longer I wentm the more I felt empty, like I needed something. I put it to the back of my mind, that was, until Parents Evening. As my own mother I entered the school, talking to my old teachers about my grades was very boring, but then I got to Mr Stevens, my old english teacher. Something about him caught my attention, it could have been his strong build, his beautiful eyes, but I just felt, something. I didn't hear a word he said as my mind wandered, my eyes wandered too, right down to his trousers. I swore I could make out the outline of something, and then I snapped back to reality.
My Stevens was giving me a weird look, and then he smiled, and winked, he slid across a little note, I opened it, it was his number, and a message, "I saw you looking." I quickly got up, embarrassed, and rushed off, I could feel his stare on my behind as I did so. Between my legs was an odd wetness I hadn't felt before, and my thoughts wandered back to my teacher. I rushed home. Where my father greeted me. I ended up having sex, but once again, I didn't enjoy it, all I could think about was my teacher. I got out of bed, searched my bag, and took out his note. And called him.
I don't know what I was thinking, I knew my mother would not be happy if she found out. But I had to get some kind of release, and this was it. My teacher was so accomodating when I arrived. And then, he kissed me. My body was hot all over. He took my hand, and led me to his room. He stripped me, kissed me, and complimented me. For the first time I felt like this was my body, and then came his clothes, oh my god. My father didn't even compare. I realised I was technically cheating on him, but I didn't care, I wasn't my mum, well, I was, but on body only. My mind, was all me. I never thought I'd be in this position with a man, specially not a tall man, with a huge dick, but it felt right. And that's how I ended up here, on his bed, jerking his huge dick between my mothers breasts, my breasts. My pussy ached in anticipation, tonight, I was going to go all out.
In the morning I'd worry about the implications, but for now, I was going to finally enjoy being in this body.