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"I can't believe I'm really doing this..." Joel sighed as he adjusted the lingerie his mother had left for him. "Mom's body just can't resist it anymore."
Though he referred to it as his mother’s body, the reality was this was now his own body. Janet had no intention of swapping the two of them into their original bodies, which meant he was now stuck inside her body. He wasn't sure if she had always planned this, or whether spending the week as him had convinced her to steal his life, but it was out of his control.
The week had been a gauntlet of temptation for Joel. When he first swapped with Janet, he thought he'd just have to keep up appearances and work in her office for a few days. But the real challenge was the urges Janet's body possessed. Urges that grew out of control the more he put off giving into them. He had almost broken down before, when his stepdad seduced him during a workout. He was also almost caught pleasuring himself in Janet's office.
Now, there was no point holding back. He couldn't tell himself that he just needed to power through a couple days anymore. Tomorrow would be the end of the week he agreed to swap with his mom and yet the opportunity to swap back had crumbled under his feet, leaving him to fall into the pit that was his body's urges. He wanted more than just his fingers, he wanted to get fucked.
"Mmm god damn it!" He moaned, absentmindedly massaging his breasts and biting his bottom lip. "He's not even home yet and I'm already worked up."
For once, he was stopping himself from giving into the pleasures, not because he wanted to avoid it altogether, but because he was waiting for Michael. So with the last bit of his willpower, he stepped out of the bedroom and prepared the final touches for their special day.
The first thing Michael saw when he came into the house was a trail of rose petals leading through the hallway towards the living room. He smiled to himself. Janet had been holding out for him and now he understood why. He left his suitcase by the front door, grabbed a rose from the vase beside him, and followed the path to his beloved.
"Happy Anniversary, Sweetie!" Joel smiled.
"Holy Hell!" Michael responded, making no effort to hide his pleasure at the sight before him. "You look..."
"Beautiful?" Joel supplied.
"I was going to say hot as hell, but yes!" Michael laughed, approaching his wife. "I was beginning to think you had forgot about today."
Joel blushed. This was not the first time Michael had tried to charm him, but his defences were finally down, allowing him to appreciate the compliment and the way his body reacted to it. Being desirable was like catnip for Janet apparently, it made him happy and calmer. And while he wasn't rolling around the floor in a drug fuelled haze, he also felt like he was going into heat.
"Is that for me?" Joel smiled.
Michael held out the rose. Even though Joel had put the roses by the door himself, he couldn't help but smile at the gesture. He took it in his hand and breathed in the aroma.
The idea that roses were an aphrodisiac always seemed like bullshit to him, yet it was certainly working wonders on him now.
"I love you." Michael smiled, kissing Joel on the hand like a 'true gentleman'.
"Quit being corny and kiss me." Joel replied, pulling his stepdad in.
Despite how ready his body was for this, his mind was still resisting somewhat. Memories of his time with Michael as Joel began to surface as they kissed. While he was already a man when Michael married his mother, there was still an essence of parental bond between them in the years they knew each other. They worked on home improvement projects together, often sharing a beer and talking about women during their breaks. To think he was now allowing this man to stick his tongue down his throat. Not only that, he was loving it and wanting more.
Michael seemed to respond as if he was reading Joel's mind. His hand moved towards Janet's chest, cupping her breasts and ultimately working his way to the clasp behind her back. Joel was in heaven, losing himself once more in the sensations.
Without thinking, Joel moved his hand down towards Michael's crotch and ended up running his hand up and down the bulge. It grew harder with the attention he gave it which made him feel an odd sense of satisfaction, not to mention the sudden jolt of pleasure which almost made him fall out of his chair.
The bra finally released from his chest, revealing the boobs he had once felt so uncomfortable possessing. As Michael played with his exposed breasts, he revelled in the shockwaves it sent across his body.
He let out a moan which purred from his lips like a pornstar. Was he acting up for Michael? It was hard to tell at this point, though it was hard to argue as he continued to rub Michael's crotch above his pants.
"You're one hell of a woman." Michael remarked, pulling his wife in for another passionate kiss.
Joel was melting away. All of his reluctance and second thoughts had washed away, leaving him to fully embrace being Janet. His hands were traveling across Michael's body, whose own hands were exploring his breasts and slowly making their way to his pussy.
As contact was finally made he gasped. It felt so similar to his own exploration, yet Michael's bigger, stronger hands felt more in control and skilful. Michael copied his wife's movements, running his fingers across the folds of her wet pussy the same way she rubbed at his cock. Their tongues continued to twirl and circle inside each other's mouths until finally he broke away.
"I want to fuck your brains out!" He exclaimed passionately.
With help from Joel, he began to disrobe. Joel was seeing him in a whole new light and found himself lusting harder than he had ever felt this entire week. This was the power of foreplay apparently. In this moment, he'd do anything for this man, even as his hard cock sprang out. Instead of feeling repulsed, he was helping to guide it inside of him.
He looked up at Michael, losing himself in his eyes for a moment before finally saying what he had been too scared to say before. "Fuck me!"
Two fingers were nothing in comparison to this. Joel could feel every inch as it entered him. It was blissful and exactly what his body had been begging for all week. Michael stayed inside of him for a moment, clearly enjoying the expression of blissful pleasure on his wife's face.
Then he began to pull out, leaving Joel with a feeling of emptiness. But the feeling was short lived. The pace started slow and steady at first. It was a sensation Joel had never expected to experience, let alone enjoy. He grew used to it just as the pace picked up, bringing all new sensations and explosions of pleasure.
The room filled with the sound of Joel's moans, Michael's grunts and gasps of pleasure, and the increasing pace of thrusts echoing out. It was building and building. Joel grew louder and louder. He felt so close to the climax he had longed for, when Michael abruptly pulled out completely.
"What are you doing!?" He gasped. "I was so close!"
"I know..." Michael smirked. "Exactly why it was time to change positions. We both know how intense you orgasm after a denial like this."
Joel pouted. The pleasures that had built up had come crashing down, yet there was still a desire and intensity that remained. It felt like a betrayal, but he had to just hope Michael was right. He could picture the orgasm that he had been denied and if this new one was bigger than that he was willing to follow Michael's lead.
Michael gestured to the table and Joel hesitated a moment. Along with the denial, the change of positions gave him a moment of clarity. Did he really want to do this? Was he really going to bend over and get fucked like a bitch? Michael saw the hesitancy and kissed his wife once more.
The sparks reignited. Joel felt the beginnings of another build up, a bigger build up. If he waited any longer, the moment would pass and he'd be left feeling empty once more. He wanted to feel whole. There was no shame in it. This was his life and he was going to enjoy it.
As he followed Michael's lead, he was swiftly rewarded. Michael's cock slid in easily, yet pressed inside of him in a completely different way.
His pussy was being made to squeeze him tighter than before, which he could imagine felt just a good for Michael as it did for him. But the real reward came when Michael slapped his wife's ass.
The pain shot through his body in an instant, but immediately subsided. It served to only emphasise the pleasure he was receiving. The pace picked up once again, with the occasional jolt of pain and pleasure from Michael's expert hands.
Before long, Joel felt himself draw close once more. He wasn't risking a second denial and slipped his hand between his legs for added stimulus. In that moment, he was no longer Joel but Janet; a wife and lover wanting nothing more than to cum her brains out of her husband's cock.
"Oh! My! GOD!!!" She screamed, legs shaking as the orgasm hit her like a meteorite. She was lost in a haze, unable to feel anything other than the tidal waves of pleasure and Michael's cock continuing to pound her.
In the end, she lost her footing and fell down onto the ground. Her hands shot to her chest and pussy, eager to keep the pleasure coming and putting on the greatest show Michael had ever seen from her. She was wild and desperate for more, moaning and convulsing on the ground. It was primal and intoxicating.
By the time the orgasm had subsided, Joel was panting and struggling to move a muscle. He could hear the sound of Michael jerking off above him. With what little strength he had, he moved up onto his knees, just as Michael reached his own orgasm and shot warm cum over his breasts.
It was a shock to the system that Joel hadn't anticipated. As the cum dripped slowly from chest, he cupped his breasts and smiled up at Michael.
Michael looked at him with more lust than he had ever seen in a person before. The realisation that that was because of him made him wet all over again. And, without thinking, he chose to tease Michael further.
He scooped up as much of the warm cum as he could and brought it to his lips. The smell of it filled his nose and only excited him all the more. Michael watched in astonishment as his wife licked every last drop from her hand and swallowed it all on the spot.
"We should do this again sometime." Joel smiled.
Michael just nodded in response. They stayed there for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of their revelry. This was Michael's fate now. Having agreed to help his Mother without a second thought he was now on his knees, the taste of cum lingering on his tongue and the pure satisfaction of finally giving in to Janet's urges. If he had the decision again, he couldn't imagine saying no.
Janet entered her old room and was pleasantly surprised to see her old body naked, folding up the lingerie she had left for her son. There was a glow about him that was unmistakable. Even when he spotted her in the doorway and the smile faded from his face, that glow remained.
"I see you enjoy my life as much as I enjoy yours." She nodded.
"I suppose you're right." Joel blushed. "Though that doesn't excuse you stealing my life like that."
She laughed, entering the room and joining her son on the bed. A moment passed before she finally spoke. "A week was all I wanted at first." She sighed. "But then the boys and I went to a bar and I met a woman that changed it all."
Joel didn't need anymore information. He was still a mother’s boy at heart and found that he really didn't care why she did it. All he cared about was that she was happy. Come to think about it, it seemed only natural that he should become the mother. Now he could keep his 'son' happy like a mother should, as well as his husband.
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This is a post from the original opentgcaptions, kindly sent to me by CoinFax. Original author: TheTGCaptioner / MrCaptioneer / TheCaptionZone