The sexual tension that had been steadily building for the past three weeks shattered as my mother brought her face closer to mine and our lips pressed together. She lingered for a few moments, her hands gripping the back of my neck, holding me in place. The pressure of her lips increased and then I almost jumped as I felt her lips part and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I was stunned. My mom was french kissing me. I felt her tongue moving around, gently rubbing the inside of my mouth, my teeth, my tongue. Then it was gone. She released her hold on my face and pulled back. She held my gaze for a long moment, and when I didn't respond she turned and started to stand up.
I remembered waking up in the hospital, groggy and disoriented. After the accident, the first sensation I'd experienced in my new body was the sweet aroma of my mother's perfume wafting into my nostrils. It had smelled so familiar, and yet... so different. She'd visited me in the hospital, believing that I was her husband. Her kiss was what woke me, as it had seemingly activated a dormant part of my father's brain--the brain that now housed my consciousness. It was a soft, tender, and loving kiss that lasted longer than I expected, but I didn't pull away. Her lips were warm and slightly salty as we pulled apart. She smiled at me and then patted me on the cheek and turned, quickly being escorted out of the room by a nurse. I thought it was a dream. A hallucination. Surely that kids had been meant for my dad, not me?
Snapping out of my memory, I sat perfectly still, unable to move for a moment. I'd been trapped in my father's body for three weeks, observing my parent's relationship from the driver's seat as my mother tenderly nursed me back to health. Overwhelmed by a rush of emotion, I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her back down into a sitting position on the bed. A deep, primordial urge began to stir from within my father's body--now MY body. I wanted her. Badly. This time I placed both my hands on her face and pulled her close, pressing my lips against hers. She didn't resist. In fact, she gently parted her lips and this time my tongue ventured into her waiting mouth. Immediately she began sucking on my tongue and gently rubbing it with her own. I've kissed a few women in my life, but this was an entirely new experience. It was erotic, but it also engendered a deep, profound sense of love and comfort. The taste of her mouth was intoxicating. The wrongness of the whole situation was also at odds with the very rightness of the moment. It didn't matter that she'd given birth to me. I was her husband now, and that was enough.
I pulled her down on top of me, letting my father's rough hands glide from her hair, to her neck, then down her back and finally resting on her butt. I could feel her weight pressing down on my lap. Her warmth seeping into me, her breasts pressed up against my chest. I rolled her over so that we were side by side on the bed facing each other. We kept kissing, neither of us pulling away, both enjoying the ride. Then all of a sudden she pulled back and looked me in the eyes for a long moment. She said, "I want you to know how much I love you, John. How much I've always loved you. If something had happened to you or our son in that accident..." her voice wavered. "Oh Sarah..." I whispered, playing my part perfectly. "It's okay... everything is going to be okay now." She flashed me a beautiful smile, and then without saying another word she reached down and opened her robe.
The erotic pleasure I felt from being called my father's name was quickly overshadowed by the surge of testosterone that coursed through my borrowed veins, activating my father's sex organ, which now stood proud and stiff between my legs. She shrugged her shoulders outward and the robe fell back onto the bed. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. I took a deep breath to steady my pounding heart. She smelled faintly of soap, not perfume. She smelled fresh. This was the first time I'd seen my mother naked.
She was lying on her side, propped up on one elbow. I looked her over, taking in the sight of my mother in our bed, who had just unknowingly exposed her naked body to her son. She was in her late 50s, and was never a supermodel even in her prime, but the raw sexual attraction of her form was overpowering to my father's body. Reminding myself that I was technically John now, and that the nude woman lying alongside me was actually my wife, I tentatively reached out and placed my hand on her breast, barely touching it, as if the slightest disturbance of this whole encounter would dissolve into a dream, and I'd be awake back at college in my normal body. She reached up, placing her hand on top of mine and pressed it down, squeezing her breast hard. I felt her nipple rising, erect in the palm of my hand. I squeezed again then lowered my mouth to her chest and began to suck and lick. She threw her head back, tossing her wavy grayish-brunette hair to one side as I sucked one nipple into my mouth and then the other.
Her hand stretched out and found my father's wrinkled cock, slipping it out through the fly in my boxers. She spun around, throwing one leg up over my head, straddling my face. I could see her pussy inches away from my eyes. She gently lowered herself onto me until she made contact, and then began to rock back and forth, rubbing her wet, pink lips over my face, my nose, my mouth. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and was rewarded with a sweet, salty taste. Her pussy was already dripping wet and I devoured it. At the same time she took hold of my cock and expertly took it into her mouth. I was practically beside myself as she bobbed up and down on my cock, effortlessly sliding it deep into her throat and then back out to flick the tip with her tongue. My father was a lucky fucking man.
I reached up and took a hold of her ass cheeks, one in each hand and squeezed hard. Hard enough to leave marks I thought, but she responded by pressed herself harder onto my face. My thoughts wandered as I made love to my mother's pulsating folds. What was it like for my father to be transported back into the body of a virile young man? Had he masturbated in my body yet? Made love to my girlfriend Kayla? Based on how he treated my mother, I knew he'd be good to her. I closed my eyes and imagined my father in my body, balls deep in my girlfriend, savoring every ounce of his reclaimed youth as he lazily bucks my rock-hard boner in and out of her tight, nubile pussy. That had to be incredible. The truth was, I felt happy for him. We'd each experienced a devastating loss of identity in the accident, and there was no man I'd rather have inhabiting my body.
Giving my full attention back to my mother, I began to realize that I couldn't take much more of this. I tried to warn her that I was about to cum, but I couldn't get a word out with her grinding on my face. I just went ahead and rode out the wave as my seasoned body responded the way it always had, peaking in hot agony as I shot load after load of sperm directly into her mouth. To my surprise, she didn't pull away or even take my cock out of her mouth. She gulped down every drop that came out of me while moaning and continuing to rub her pussy on my face. Then all at once I felt her vagina tighten and begin to convulse as a stream of thick milky white fluid streamed out. It filled my mouth and I was overcome by the taste of my mom's discharge. It was an otherworldly experience. I swallowed as much as I could and was surprised to realize that I had also started to cum a second time. I grunted as my aging, roiling testicles gave my mother everything they had, pushing a second, smaller, thinner load across the back of her soft, swirling tongue. I thought back to the words my father had said to me in an effort to console me after our swap. I guess he was right after all, being my old man really did have its perks...
As I laid back on the mattress, feeling the throes on my second orgasm flow through me in waves, my mind reeled. I couldn't believe I was actually here, inside my father's body experiencing this. My mothers leg straddled my head as she continued to rock back and forth, pressing her pussy down into my face, her two inch long lips brushing over my nose and mouth coating my face in another layer of her sticky cum. She had a wild bush of pubic hair, which was now slick with sweat, cum, and my own saliva. I could feel in brushing over my face, tickling my chin. My mother's movements were erratic and passionate. She oozed a matriarchal energy that I'd never experienced while fucking Kayla. I gave myself to the whims of her aging body completely, opening my mouth wider, extending my tongue and allowing mom to grind her wet, quivering pussy over it. I alternated sucking her lips into my mouth and raking my tongue along her long slit.
