THE SOCCER MOM
The matter of the fact is, I’ve become quite skilled at melding my consciousness into other people, and to varying degrees. From complete overwrite to subtle changes in their morals and personality. And there isn’t only one way to do it. It can be through eye contact, a fleeting touch, or even as simple as me lightly blowing on your skin.
It was Saturday morning and I was at the local grocery store. I was scrolling through instagram while walking towards the produce. As I was walking, I accidentally bumped into the back of a stunningly beautiful blonde woman in a white long sleeve and jeans who was standing in front of me.
“Oops, sorry!” I said, quickly.
“It’s okay, no harm done.” She said with a warm smile.
There was a break in the clouds, the sun shined through the grocery store windows hitting her hair, glowing an angelic gold. I began to be blinded by what I thought was the reflection of the sun off of what seemed like freshly waxed floors, but it was from the diamond ring on her finger from the hand that was on her cart. She was married. She knelt down to pick something off the floor, a magazine, and handed it to an older woman in a grocery scooter.
I smirked, “Married… non-issue” I thought to myself.
Right before I was about to get her to turn around so that I could make eye contact with her, another man turned the corner with a little boy in a soccer uniform and yelled out to her.
“Meg! We’ve got to get going or Jack will be late to his soccer game.”
She looked at her phone, “You’re right! Good thing we drove separately, why don't you take Jack to the field and I’ll finish grabbing the post-game snacks for the team.”
“Sure, see you there honey!” the man said leaving with son in tow.
“Wholesome, kind, loyal, and a family woman.” I thought. “This is going to be… delicious.” I said under my breath as I licked my lips.
She grabbed some apples and began to walk towards the cashiers. I grabbed one of the same apples she picked and caught up to her just as she was taking things out of her cart and giving them to the cashier.
While she was in mid-reach into her cart to grab something, I reached my arm out with apple in hand.
“Miss, you dropped this back there.”
She looked up surprised and caught my eyes.
“Gotcha.” I said deviously in my head.
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I looked up and met eyes with the stranger that bumped into me earlier and suddenly time froze, I couldn’t move.
Strange ethereal blue tendrils flowed from his eyes, weaving and intertwining with each other as they reached towards me, I was scared but couldn’t do anything. I was stuck, I wanted to cry as fear overtook me.
The tendrils pierced my eyes and I could feel them wrapping around the inside of my skull, around my brain. I suddenly began to feel calm, and began to understand that this was normal.
Of course this is normal, I don’t know why I started to freak out - this is always what happens when Bryan, I, start to meld consciousnesses with my victims.
More and more I could feel myself, becoming “normal”. How much time has passed? An hour? Six? I couldn’t tell anymore, but it felt like I had been tethered to Bryan for awhile now.
I thought of my husband, my child. I loved them dearly but Bryan, myself, looked so fucking delicious. I’d never considered cheating on David, my husband, before. And god what that would do to Jack if he found out. But now that sort of seemed silly as long as it was with Bryan. I mean, what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, right?
Wow, while I’ve been in this body my whole life, it feels so foreign. I’ve always wondered what it was like to have a pussy, long hair with sensitive breasts. Even though I normally dress like this, it was exhilarating to feel the tightness of all my clothes for the first time. Especially the snugness of my underwear around my newfound plumbing. Everything was just so… snug, tight, close together. It felt nice and comfortable, packaged.
The tendrils left Bryan’s eyes and were slowly still flowing into me. All I could do was sit, think, and stare at Bryan. Even though I could feel my new body, it was still like I was looking at myself in a mirror. I’m Megan, but I’m also Bryan.
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“Mam? Mam?!” The cashier said.
The blonde blinked a couple of times and turned to face the cashier.
“Sorry, I spaced out for a second trying to remember how many apples I actually grabbed. Regardless, I’ll be buying this one too! Thanks.”
“No worries, it was only a second or two you stared off into space.” The cashier said laughing.
She dug around in her purse and pulled out her wallet. She handed the cashier her credit card and then looked over at me without turning her body away from the register.
“Thanks stranger, my name’s Meg. Do you think you could help me get these bags into my car?” She said with a warm but knowing smile.
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“Sure, if you don’t mind waiting for me to pay for my things.” I said nonchalantly.
With her bags in her cart and my things paid for, we headed for the door. Just as we reached outside I said “So Meg, where’s your car?” while grabbing the bags to carry.
“You can call me Meg or Bryan, they’re the same to me.” She said casually. “I’m married, you know?”
“Does that bother you?” I asked.
“Of course not, you know that. Besides, being in this female body has got me really turned on. The way my breasts bounce with every step, the tightness of my clothes, how my inner thighs brush against each other unhindered because the lack of our deliciously nice cock. Even the sway of my hips and the rolling and tight jiggle of my ass with every footfall... I can feel my panties getting wet as we walk and if my family doesn’t know then what does it matter?”
“Here I thought you were the wholesome type.”
“I was, but that’s obviously changed. The Megan side of me… I’m still loyal to my family but we both know we don't like to settle with just one person and what I wouldn’t give to get laid by you right now. We are a bit of nympho, aren't we?”
She opened the trunk to an all black Range Rover for me to put the groceries in. Funny enough it was parked next to my car.
“I’m not gonna stop you.” I said as I loaded the last bag.
“Like you could, I’m ready for my tight new snatch to get stuffed with that gloriously thick cock I know we have.”
She opened the rear passenger side door, revealing a plush and luxurious interior with beige leather seats. She slid in towards the driver side rear seat, by the time I got inside and closed the door, she already had unbuttoned her pants and started rubbing her pussy through her underwear with her left hand while fondling her breasts with her right. As I began to reorient my body towards Meg she took her left hand and began to rub my dick through my sweats. Running her hands along the growing outline of my shaft.
“I have 30 minutes before my son's game starts, which means I have 15 minutes to fuck myself silly. Take off your clothes, I want to feel you inside of me.” She said flatly.
I guess my consciousness melded with her makes for a demanding but kinky slutty persona. You see, I had a bit of an amoral compass. Primarily looking for self gain and self satisfaction and it didn’t help that I loved sex.
As I took off the last of my clothing she shimmied off her tight jeans and a white lace thong. She slid the body of her white long sleeve up to her chest, pulling her bra with it, exposing her breasts. Meg sidestepped in a half squat inside the backseat of the car so that her bare, clearly wet pussy hovered above my engorged cock, my legs together between her open ones. She reached between her spread legs to grab my dick and hold it steady as she slowly lowered herself onto me, my cock sliding right into her tight pussy.
“Fuck your tight!” I said starting to breath heavy.
“Ahhh” She said softly with her mouth open, ending with a small lip bite. “Yeah, it’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve been fucked, I’ve had to masturbate almost every night.” She was saying between moans. “Oh my god, Bryan, our cock is so much better than my husband's, and your tattoos is such a turn on - I don’t know why I used to think tattoos were ugly. Fuck! Stick your finger in my ass, I’ve never had the urge to put anything there but I just want to feel you inside me everywhere right now.”
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I was riding him like a woman possessed. I ever only had eyes for one man, that was my husband. But we were so fucking hot, our tattoos, the rebelliousness, the toned muscle, this thick shaft I’m grinding on. I clenched the walls of my pussy rhythmically like I have had this body my whole life.
In this moment, Bryan, I, was the perfect man.
Fuck I was reaching so deep inside me, I could feel the pressure rising inside my groin. I started to increase my speed not wanting the building sensation to end, things exponentially intensifying.
“Fuck, I’m close to cumming.” Bryan said with a heavy breath.
“Mmmm, me too, lets cum together, I want to come inside myself. I want to feel your warmth spread inside me.” I said excited but eagerly.
I picked up my speed again, eyes instinctively closed shut as I planted my left hand on Bryan’s leg and right hand on the front passenger seat for balance. “Oh god!” my body started to shake and I couldn’t control my speed anymore. At this point I’m just slamming my ass down into my lap as fast and as hard as I can trying to force him to reach deeper and deeper into me. I begin to tense my body, “Oh god here it comes!”
“FUCKKKK!!!!” I screamed, body shaking and trembling uncontrollably. Core and pussy clenching intensely and jerking every couple of seconds.
I could feel his warmth, his seed shoot inside me. Spreading, irradiating like warm water rolling across a table, enveloping it completely.
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“Fuck, Meg! Your pussy is clenching so tight around my cock.” I said in the throes of pleasure. It was like she was trying to squeeze every last drop out of me.
She slowed her pace, pussy still clenching involuntarily from her orgasm as she slowly grinded forward and backward on my dick.
She came to a rest and sat for a moment, removing her hands from my leg and the front seat. She ran her hands along the inside of her thighs up to the outside of her pussy where it sit swallowing my dick to the hilt. She rubbed her clit for a few minutes, still breathing heavy and then began to pull her bra and shirt back over her breasts.
“Thanks for the fuck Bryan, as you know, it’s always great to fuck ourselves.” She said with a devious pleasure in her voice.
Never rising above a half squat, she leaned forward and raised her hips to allow my dick to slowly slide out of her. My cum began to pool at the base of her pussy lips. I saw her left hand appear between her legs and she pressed it up against her groin, middle finger just laying on the opening to her asshole. She pulled her hand forward, running her fingers the length of her slit, slightly bending them so they ran the inside of her folds. She turned to look over her left shoulder, revealing her left hand now covered in my cum, brought it to her mouth and continued to lick every little bit, swallowing.
“You should get going, you have your sons game to get to and it’s been nearly 20 minutes.” I said with a satisfied tone.
She began to shift over to her side of the back seat as I began getting dressed.
She slid her panties back up, pulling the waist high over her hips causing the thong to tightly hug her pussy.
“It’s amazing, I’ve had this body my whole life but everything feels so new. You can’t begin to imagine the comfortability of the tightness and how snug this feels around my pussy. Everything feels so contained.” She said with a excited, happy smile. She ran her fingers over her now cloth covered pussy, moaning with a satisfied pleasure.
She shimmied her jeans back over, struggling for a moment to get it around her round ass and wide hips. Finally getting the top of the pants to her thinner waist.
“Thanks again for the fuck Bryan.” “What will you do now?” I asked.
“Head to my sons game, of course. I don’t want to do anything that would cause suspicion. But I know what you’re asking. I’m different now… hell, just feeling the new sensations of this body is turning me on. I’m Meg, so I’m still loyal to my husband, my family. But I’m also Bryan and I have needs.” She said shrugging.
We both opened our respective doors and exited the vehicle. I went around to the driver side and opened the door for her.
“Thanks, such the gentlemen.” She said musingly.
“I try.” I said laughing.
She closed the door and rolled down the window, put some large sunglasses on and turned to me. “You know, my son’s birthday is next week. You should come, I’d love to show you Meg’s house and all the fun places while the kids are playing and the adults are busy parenting.”
“I might just do that.” I said with a grin.
“I’ll text you the details. Until then, I wonder if I can get any of the soccer dads on my sons team to show me a good time and fuck me…” She said almost as if she was asking herself a question, ending with a lower lip bite. “I mean with this hot body, I already know the stares I get from the other fathers… it shouldn’t be too hard to get this pussy filled.”
“You sound like me.” I said flatly.
“I am you.” She said as she rolled up her window smiling.
I went around to my car and got in. As I put my car in reverse, I looked over to Meg who had her head cocked back and mouth gaping open, as if moaning. She was tugging the meat of her breasts forward directly in front of her. Pulling them through her bra, having her hands start where the breast is thickest and having them slide down as she tugged to where she was eventually pinching her nipples.
“Maybe I put a little bit too much of me inside her…” I thought as I began to reverse.
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