I cringed as I heard the voice coming from my lips, which of course was my mom's, because I was in her body. I turned and caught my reflection in the van's window. It was unsettling to see my familiar teenage annoyance on her face.
"Fine, fine, I'll see you later." I hung up and stared angrily at my mom's phone.
I grabbed another bag of topsoil from the pile, wincing as I felt the strain in her lower back and tried to ignore the natural sway of her hips. “This is the weirdest fucking thing I've ever done,” I said aloud to no one, grimacing as a bead of sweat rolled down between my breasts.
I replayed the conversation from this morning in my mind. "Oh come on, it's Mothers' Day! Can't you do this one little favor for me?"
"A 'little favor' is like doing an extra load of laundry, not running errands in your body so you can go eat a cheeseburger in mine."
"Your body will burn off the calories in one afternoon, mine would take a week at the gym. I'll even throw in a new videogame."
I rolled my eyes. "Fine. That's nowhere near the cost of the mental trauma it will cause, but fine."
A few minutes later, I was watching my own body walk out the door.
I tossed the final bag in the back of the van. "God damn," I muttered. Every inch of me was sore and glistening with sweat. There was absolutely no way I was going to survive unloading these things in this body. As I caught my breath, I noticed a guy nearby loading his own bags into the back of his pickup - a tall, broad-shouldered guy. I grinned as an idea started to form.
"Hi," I said, casually adding an extra lilt to my voice as I walked up to him. "I noticed you were loading those bags a lot faster than I was."
He gave me a slightly confused look and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess they're not that heavy for me." He paused, then added, "Sorry I didn't notice you sooner." Was I imagining, or did I catch his eyes looking me over as he said that?
"I'm sure, it looks like you work out." I sighed dramatically. "Well, I'm already dying, but I'd better get these home. At least I'll be able to take a nice long shower when I'm done."
I had to stifle a laugh as I watched his eyes nearly bulge out of his head. "You know, I'm not too busy today. If you'd like, I could help you unload them at your house. Do you live nearby? I'm Ethan, by the way."
"Oh, thank you, Ethan. I'm just off Maple Street a few blocks from here, but really-"
"That's perfect, that's the way I was heading anyways."
"Really?" I leaned in, touching his arm. "You're such a sweetheart to offer. Follow me, then." Damn, this was too easy. I had this fit, young guy practically begging to help me.
I climbed into the car, but stopped short as I reached for the seatbelt. My nipples were pointing straight out beneath my mom's sweaty tank top. Gross. I suppose a bra might have helped cover those, but I'd given up trying to get one on after about thirty seconds of struggling with it this morning.
I watched him in the rearview mirror the whole way home, thrilled to have found a way out of the heavy lifting I'd been dreading. As expected, my hunky assistant made quick work of the job.
It felt almost too mean to send him on his way after that. "Why don't you come inside for a second and I'll get you a glass of water?" I could practically feel him checking out my ass as he followed behind me. I would have to remember not to be so obvious looking at girls back in my own body.
I emerged from the kitchen to find that Ethan had pulled his shirt off. "Sorry, I was a little hot out there."
"Yeah," I murmured, taking a sip and fully missing my lips. "Shit!" Water splashed down, soaking into my tank top and leaving it practically transparent.
Fuck it, my mom does Pilates, why not show off a little? I started peeling off the wet fabric. I figured Ethan wouldn't complain. "That is so embarrassing, I can't believe I did that!"
"Jesus, you're sexy as hell."
"Thanks, you too," I said reflexively. Okay, maybe that was too far. But, before I could put an end to my little game, he leaned in to touch my breast. His fingers were like a jolt of electricity. Why did that feel so good? Why was I reaching for his belt?
"Maybe there's something else I can help you with," he said in a low voice. Oh fuck, what was that feeling? I was actually getting wet in my mom's body. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I didn't want to take my eyes off of him.
He kissed me, pressing hard against my lips. My eyes rolled back as I felt my chest against his. By the time I realized what was happening, he was naked and my shorts were off. My body was still on fire.
I let him push me back onto the couch and watched as he dropped down to my crotch. I couldn't do this, no matter how wet my mom's pussy was. Panic surged through my chest and I opened my mouth to stop him, but not before his tongue reached my clit. My protest turned to a sharp gasp as my entire body trembled.
Clearly encouraged, he kept going, licking and sucking and making vulgar sounds as I leaned back and moaned uncontrollably. I held my legs apart to give him complete access.
"Ethan," I cried out in a breathless whine. "Ethan, oh god, Ethan... fuck me!"
I hadn't consciously meant to say it, but I didn't take it back as he yanked my panties off. I pressed my arms against his chest and climbed frantically on top of him. I groaned as he stretched me out, sinking in slowly before starting to pump as I began rocking my hips.
This was insane, but I didn't care. My tits bounced wildly as I took him deep and rode him for all I was worth. I needed him, I needed his cock, the same way I needed to breathe. "Don't stop! Please!"
His hands were all over me. I was exhausted already, but I kept going. I could feel it welling up inside. So close. Just a little more. A little more of this glorious cock fucking me.
I clamped down hard around him as I felt the orgasm finally, mercifully crashing over me. At the exact same moment, I heard the front door swing open. I desperately bit down on my lip to keep from screaming. Oh no, oh fuck, oh fuck. A familiar voice called out, "Hey, there's a car I don't recognize parked out front. Any idea who- OH MY GOD!"
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