Blame it on your mom's decorating. She simply had to put this full-length mirror in front of her bed.
It would have been easier to have self-control while I waited for a way to change back. Instead, after the panic of transforming, I fell into bed and noticed my image in the mirror.
What happens to the psyche when you go to look at your reflection and someone else looks back? For instance: when I look in this mirror, I see your mother sucking your dad's beautiful, thick cock.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
The lines blur slowly after I was shifted into her body.
I turned away, then glanced back. My brain registering That's Andy's mom. I turn away again. Oh, fuck. I'm Andy's mom. Then return a glance. Taking in her thighs. Seeing her cleavage. Suddenly a new thought emerges. One so dangerous and automatic, butterflies welled up in my tight tummy.
I'm her.
That's me.
Oh, Andy. Why is it so natural to make the woman in the mirror be as sexy as possible? It's almost not fair.
What more than an image does it take to cross the line between identities?
Well. In my case, a powerful orgasm and hearing your mother's voice pour from my throat in response. I looked up from the mind-altering, internal earthquake, over my perky little tits, feeling like a woman. Then I heard your dad's car pull into the garage.
My clit peeked from it's hood with possibility.
You told me to play it cool. To stall until we could find a way to change me back. I knew I was naked in bed and didn't have enough time to get dressed. Perhaps keeping him occupied would be stall enough? Besides, if my fingers were so amazing, perhaps his tongue would be? I have a few hours before you're back from the university library.
A cock looks so good in a woman's mouth, doesn't it? It's so natural I must oblige. Like your father's tongue over my pussy.
Yes, he's really starting to make it feel like mine.
Except there's this growing emptiness that comes with his attention.
Oh, Andy. I'm going to have to. I have to know.
I have to know if I can really be your mother.
Oh, fuck, that hits the spot, Andy.
So deep. My pussy is stuffed to the brim.
Your mom had you and your brother and she's still this tight? That's good genes, Andy.
It's so easy to move my hips. This body was made to fuck a cock just like this. It's so natural. And I'm so glad my cock and balls aren't there to get in the way anymore. I have to ask you, Andy: Who really needs them when your dad can carry them for me?
Besides, a cock is so much better inside.
So what do you think, Andy? Your dad is convinced. I can tell because he is rock hard inside of me.
He seems really into it. Maybe I got carried away during the blowjob. I couldn't help myself. I want the woman in the mirror to do every slutty thing imaginable. It looks like your mom wasn't measuring up.
Mmmm, maybe I can?
The thought horrifies me.
The fact I would think about it.
What is it that you said? That as long as I don't get pregnant there's a chance?
Well, what if we gambled a little with those odds?
"Honey."
"Yes, dear."
"What do you think about having another kid?"
"Are you serious? I've been asking for years."
Oh, Andy. I like these odds.
What do you think? Is mommy serious?
"Honey?"
Maybe I'll should let my pussy do the talking?
He's getting harder inside of me. It's best to keep moving, don't you think?
"Honey?!"
Andy. That's the sound of a man who is close. Let's take him all the way, shall we?
"Oh fuck. I'm coming!"
"That's right. Come inside your wife."
It's so good. It's hot.
Like a fountain inside.
Oh, this is good, Andy. Mommy could get used to this.
And if the odds are right, she will HAVE to.
There's nothing else to do but to sit back and wait.
That's so hot.
To see your dad's seed flowing from my pussy.
Oh fuck, he could've just knocked me up right now. There's so much of him.
What do you think? Did it take? Will mommy have a new sibling growing in her oven by the time you get home?
There's no reason we should leave it to chance. Your father and I still have a few more hours. He's already getting hard again.