John got out of his family's car, the sand that made up the drive way warm beneath his toes. It was the middle of summer, and he was on his family vacation. Grabbing his things, he walked up into the house and dropped his stuff in his room. Walking downstairs, he saw the rest of his family had arrived.
His aunt, uncle, and his cousin Marybeth were busy unloading things from their van, and his other cousin Eric had just pulled in, accompanied by his wife Molly.
Boom! John's eyes were pulled toward the petite brunette that his cousin had married. Can you say smoking!?
He had seen her before, and always had wondered what she looked like naked. Well, maybe he'd get lucky or something. Sighing, he went back inside.
-Half a week passes-
John got lucky. Turns out, Eric and Molly's room was right next to his, giving him a perfect opportunity to peak at her when she slept. Oh yeah, and access to her dirty clothes too.
It wasn't long before John began to snatch a pair of panties, go beat off, and then return them, all while they slept. Little did he know, but Molly had become aware of his actions, and was planning something mischievous.
One night, John snuck into Eric and Molly's room and ever so slowly reached his hand into their hamper full of dirty clothes.
"Nice!" John whispered, looking at the pair of panties he held. A thong! They were white cotton, with a light pink trim. Some design or another was on the crotch of them, but in the darkness, he couldn't see what it was. He slowly crept his way out of there room, and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Quietly, Molly got up out of bed, a sinister smile on her face.
He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her used panties, his hard-on throbbing with even more force as he saw that they were damp. These panties, they look so tempting. He rubbed his cock against the crotch, precum leaving streaks. Without even thinking, he put his leg into the thong, and then the other. He was built way differently then Eric's wife was, but still, he felt like he had to try.
With a grunt, he pulled the thong up and groaned with pleasure as his cock was held tight against the fabric. Then it happened. His body began to grow tired, and he fell to the floor. The door opened, just as he was blacking out, a women's figure stood above him.
"That feels so good... uhhhh..."
John woke up slowly, unable to move his body. Molly stood above him, her hands crossed, wearing nothing but a loose robe. John groaned and looked down. The panties were still on his body, the crotch soaked with his cum.
"I... Uhh... I can... eh... I can exp-" John began, realization suddenly dawning on him.
"Shh..." Molly interrupted him, squatting down in front of his body. "I know what you did. I think it's kinda kinky. However, I can't let you off with just a warning, now can I? If you wanted to play, you should just asked..."
John began to stammer, but Molly cut him off.
"No worries John, I have everything taken care of. Turns out, I like to play too." She said, grabbing his cock through the panties, giving it a slight tug. She moved her hand upward, grabbing the top of the panties, dragging them down past his thighs and off of his body. John tried to yell, but he couldn't! It felt like he was being ripped out of his body. He was nothing for an all of 4 seconds, but soon, he started to regain feeling. Coincidentally, he started to gain feeling right as Molly stepped into her pair of cum stained panties.
The wet, sticky, cum-soaked crotch of the panties slid up tight against Molly's slightly haired pussy. The wet, sticky, cum-soaked crotch of the panties slid up tight against John's slightly haired pussy.
*What's going on? Oh jeez, that felt kinda good. Why does my body feel funny? Why can't I move?*
A sudden realization dawned on John. He couldn't move, and he was in Molly's body. Molly spoke.
"Oh John, you must have fallen! Here, let me help you up." Molly exaggerated, grabbing John's naked body by the waist and pulling him up, letting his exposed cock brush against her stomach. With a grin, she helped him to his room, and shut the door behind him.
*Now John, you and I are going to have so much fun. As you just saw, your body is on auto-pilot. This means that I can keep you where you are for as loooong as I want. Where you are... Heh. Picture this. You're stuck in those pretty panties you stole. However, if someone tries you on, part of you gets stuck in them. They won't even know you're there! The only way you can go back to being your normal self, is if I want you to. You'll notice that you can feel everything or anyone that I feel, see everything that I see... Johnny, I like to feel.*
John would have felt scared, if he had a body.*
The only thing he felt now was deeply satisfied, and extremely horny. However, he was moving again, and he couldn't stop himself as Molly walked over to the bathroom, and shut the door. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders, and stood before the full length mirror that sat in the corner. She gently began to rub her breasts.
*If John was in his own body, he would have cum, right there on the spot.*
"John, do I turn you on? Do you like my breast's John?" Molly asked, tweaking her nipples and gently massaging her areolas. John's mind squirmed. Molly slowly lowered her hands to her panties, touching her breasts, stomach, ass and pubis in the process. Gripping the top of the thong tightly, she slowly began to pull up. The cotton crotch was pulled into the cleft of her sex, the small back being pulled tight into the crack of her ass. Her own vaginal juices began to flow, mixing with cum already smeared across the crotch.
*John's mind went numb with orgasms.*
Molly smiled, knowing that it was getting to John. With him in this state, he'd have no chance to resist any of her actions. No chance at all.
-The Next Day-
"Hey, were still going to the movies, you sure you don't wanna come?"
"No thanks, I've already seen it. I'll stay here and just chill." replied Marybeth.
"Ya know what? I'm not feeling all that great, I think I'll stay too." Molly added.
"You want me to stay, honey?"
"No, that's ok Eric, go watch the movie. Me and Marybeth can bond."
"Ok then sweetie. Have fun, hope you feel better."
The cars pulled out of the driveway, Molly stood waving until she could see that they were out of range. Then she went inside. Walking up the stairs, she found her way to Marybeth's door. She knocked.
"One minute!" Marybeth semi-yelled, scrambled rushing could be heard from the room.
Molly opened the door.
Marybeth stood there, a shirt half on, her pussy dripping. A glisten on her fingers let the imagination fill in the blanks.
"Marybeth, if you wanted to masturbate, you should have asked. I've got plenty of toys, and I'm always up for a little company."
*If John had a body, he would have been fully erect.*
"Wh-what? You're not mad at me?"
