Derek was about to have a problem. He was in the middle of class when his lifelong crush Amy, short brown hair, soft, sweet Amy, walked in and handed the teacher a note, then came to sit in the seat in front of him on the right far side. He didn't miss any of her movements and she seemed to glide towards him, her chest bouncing more than usual. He wasn't complaining, but that was different. Right before she sat, their eyes met. She smiled slyly, then slowly, purposefully, lowered her gaze to her breasts, and gave them a little shake, and then laughed at the reaction on Derek's face. That was the moment when Derek realized Amy wasn't wearing a bra. This was way out of the norm for Amy. She was about as straight laced and conservative as they come. She rarely dated, and if she did, no one ever got anywhere. She was easily the most sought after girl in his school. Derek assumed she was probably waiting to cut loose in college as soon as she got away from her parents. College. Right. He needed to pay attention. This was easily his worst subject and he needed to focus up. It was his senior year and a scholarship was his only shot at getting into college. He had turned 18 a month ago and had decided he need to get serious about planning for his future. But Amy's swaying breasts kept jutting into his memory, blocking out the lesson from the teacher's mouth. If it wasn't Amy's breasts, he was thinking about the teacher's mouth. Mrs. Darcy was discussing the industrial revolution at the front of the classroom. She was a knockout with bright red hair and the definition of an hour glass figure. Between Amy and Mrs. Darcy, it was no wonder this was his worst class. He noticed Amy's right arm move in front of him. Her shoulder was making a circular motion. Her left had was grabbing the edge of her desk. She had propped up her textbook on the desk in such a way to obscure her chest from the other students and teacher. He was the only one to seem to have noticed her strange behavior so far. Deciding he needed to investigate further, Derek shoved his pencil off the right side of his desk and watched as it rolled until it bumped the wall. He playfully smacked his hand to indicate what a klutz he was, then got up to retrieve it. He glanced to see what Amy was up to and saw, as he was now the only one who could see over her book, that she had unbuttoned her yellow blouse and was slowly, methodically, massaging her exposed left breast. He stood there, frozen by what he was seeing. The girl he fantasized about, doing something so erotic in a classroom full of people. Then in a quick movement, she turned and stared at him as if she had caught him peeping. Then her expression turned into a wicked smile, and she shifted her breast so the nipple was pointing right at him. Then she winked at him and kissed the air with her mouth. Derek's erection was so fast, he sat down a little too quickly and loudly, causing other students and Mrs. Darcy to look at him. He smiled sheepishly, and the lesson continued, but Derek would not remember a fact or date of this history lesson. He just continued to stare at the back of Amy's head, replaying that erotic moment in his head over and over. He watched as both of her hands started deftly moving and assumed she must be buttoning up as class was about over. He must have been right because a moment later, she laid the book flat on her desk. Then he saw something weirder than he had seen thus far. Her entire body shuddered, just for a moment. It was like her body had jumped into cold water and she had experienced a frigid chill. Then as suddenly as it had started, it stopped, and Amy was still. Derek was even more confused. Plenty was amiss, but this was another out of the ordinary piece of behavior. They were inside, it was warm, not a bit drafty. Why had she shivered like that? And then the bell rang. Amy spun around in her seat and looked at Derek as if he were a hearty meal. "I hope you enjoyed the show. She knows you look at her all the time." Amy said matter of factly. "But don't worry, I won't let your hard on go to waste. I'll just be taking charge of it for a while." And with that she touched his cheek with his hand. He felt a tiny jolt ripple through his face, and then... nothing. If Derek was confused, it was nothing compared to the look on Amy's face. She withdrew her hand from his face, then touched his nose, then his arm, then his hand, each time furrowing her brow and getting more and more frustrated. "What is going on?" she exclaimed. "Is something the matter?" Mrs. Darcy called from the front of the room as the last of the students filed out the door. "Yes something's the matter!" said Amy impatiently. "This works every time! Every time!" Amy grabbed Derek by the arm one last time and waited. When nothing happened, she narrowed her eyes, looked at him closely, then got up and walked towards the front of the classroom, straight towards Mrs. Darcy. Mrs. Darcy calmly asked, "Could you please tell me the nature of your problem Ms. Fairchild?" "It'll just be faster if I show you," Amy said coldly. And then she reached out and touched Mrs. Darcy on the shoulder. Derek watched, fascinated and utterly confused by everything going on. He watched as, for a moment, Mrs. Darcy looked at Amy with great concern on her face, and then for only a moment more, Mrs. Darcy's body gave a little shudder. Mrs. Darcy looked at Derek immediately and said, "Mr. Johnson, please see me before you go to your next class." "Um, okay." Derek muttered. He continued to look from Mrs. Darcy to Amy. Amy was just standing there, looking dazed, like she was in the middle of waking up. She looked like she was trying to focus on her surroundings, trying to get her bearings. When she spotted Derek, she licked her lips and her eyes filled with lust. "You may go to your next class now Ms. Fairchild," Mrs. Darcy ordered. Amy slowly turned to face Mrs. Darcy, and then, as if she was trying to figure out a very complex math equation while still sleeping, she said, "Okay... " and then headed out the door. Mrs. Darcy seemed to relax, leaned back a bit in her chair and began unbuttoning the top two buttons on her blouse. "Why does know one at this school show a decent amount of cleavage?" Mrs. Darcy mused. "But much more importantly? Who are you Derek?" Derek's mind was whirring as fast as it could but half of it was now consumed with the breast's that were starting to spill out of Mrs. Darcy's top. "I, um... What? Wait, did Amy seem to be acting weird? I mean, you're also, um.. " Mrs. Darcy frowned. "Focus up Derek. She'll be fine. She should be back to her boring uptight self in a few minutes. And she'll probably only think about your cock for the next hour. I wasn't inside her that long. Back to the original question. Who are you?" "I.. You know who I am!" Derek managed to get out. "What do you mean she'll want my, my.. " "Cock, Derek. It's not a bad word. And I'd like to see yours but first I must have answers!" Derek shook his head and said incredulously, "You need answers? I've been clueless ever since Amy walked in today as to what is going on? What are you even talking about?" Mrs. Darcy's eyes seemed to bore into his soul. "You have to know what I'm talking about," she snarled. "I can't possess you. I always assumed if I met someone like me, we wouldn't be able to possess each other." The pieces started to click for Derek, but he struggled to believe what he was hearing. "Possess? You, you were Amy during class?" he asked. Mrs. Darcy sighed. "You've known her since you were little. You have always acted like you were intimidated by her and she has never once seen you in a romantic light because of it. Do you think she'd just all of a sudden flash you her boob out of boredom?" "How do you know that about her?" Derek asked. "Because I was her," Mrs. Darcy explained. "I mean to say, I didn't just inhabit her body. I had access to her memories, her mannerisms, everything that makes her the Amy you're infatuated with, I had access to. But... you really don't know all this? You can't possess? Or you can, you've just never tried?" Mrs. Darcy had casually begun massaging her breasts with both hands, almost but not quite letting her nipples become exposed. Derek was trying to keep up, but this did not help. "Okay, so, I accept this isn't a prank. Mrs. Darcy smirked. "Because your hot teacher is fondling herself in front of you? Tell you what. You tell me why I can't possess you and I'll let you suck on her tits. I'll even role play for you. That's one of my favorite things to do. But first, Mr. Johnson, answer my questions." "We can't do that! "Derek almost yelled. "What about the next class coming in?" Derek watched as Mrs. Darcy's eyes rolled to the upper left side and she pursed her lips, thinking. "That won't be a problem," she said confidently. "This is her free period. So what do you say?" She unbuttoned another button and pulled her left breast out of her top. "Will you let Mrs. Darcy tutor you? I know you've been struggling in my class. Just answer my questions and I'll tutor you so good." She then slid a hand down her skirt and started moaning while her other hand pinched her nipple. Derek paused. His hormones were raging, but this seemed.. dangerous. "I'd feel better if you'd tell me something about you first, like who are you?" Mrs. Darcy stopped. Her eyes narrowed. "Well that's the problem. I'm a very private person who has always been able to know what I want to know by possessing someone. I can see all their memories laid out like a book. I've been able to fool everyone around me, and if, if I messed up, I can make people forget by possessing them too. That way I've been able to be careful and go completely undetected, until now. I can't possess you and I can't make you forget, and that's a huge problem for me." "Make me forget?" Derek said worriedly. Mrs. Darcy got to her feet and stood over him and acted as if teaching. "No one remembers what I made them do while I was possessing them. To them, it seems to be like a blank spot that they can almost but not quite remember. What does happen though is, right after I leave them, they have some residual thoughts and emotions left over from my thoughts and actions when I was in control. It's why Amy wanted you right after, because I did. And everyone in that state is very suggestible for a tiny bit. I can tell them what to do for a little while or tell them what happened during their memory lapse, and they'll do or believe whatever I say." Derek was shocked. "That seems like an incredible abuse of power." Mrs. Darcy undid her blouse and let it fall to the floor, all while staring directly into Derek's widening eyes. Then she slowly pulled down the pink panties she had on underneath. Then she walked purposefully over to Derek's chair, shoved the desk in front of him aside, and straddled him. "Oh, it is," she demurred. "I've been presidents. Kings. Celebrities. But it all gets old so fast. I'd much rather be just a married school teacher who is sitting on a student who is starting to show a lot of promise in the boner department." She started grinding against his crotch and leaned into his ear so that her hot breath left goose bumps down his spine. "Tomorrow's panties would have been much sexier. Tomorrow is Saturday and I always wear something sexy for my husband since I know he'll fuck my brains out before noon. Could I pretend you're my husband right now? Just answer my question first," she purred. "I, I'm just me," Derek said, struggling to concentrate as Mrs. Darcy rubbed harder and harder against him. He was still a virgin and would not be able to last much longer without leaving a mess on his jeans. "You know me. You can access Mrs. Darcy's memories about me, can't you?" Mrs. Darcy took off her top and shoved both tits into Derek's face. "Of course. But all she knows about you is that you're a bright boy that could be doing better in her class if you'd just focus on the subject matter instead of her sexy mouth and titties. Not that I mind at the moment. But I don't know what I want to know and this is your last chance to tell me. Just tell me and maybe we can be friends. Don't, and I will make your life a living hell." Derek was close to orgasm, but the threat scared him enough to rally. He shoved her off and Mrs. Darcy landed on the floor, hard. "Don't threaten me! I told you, I'm just me. Just a normal guy trying to finish high school and get out of this town." Mrs. Darcy glared at him from the floor. When she spoke next, it was not with Mrs. Darcy's voice, but the deep voice of a man. "Fine kid. Play dumb. Maybe I just find out from your best friend. Or a family member. Getting the information out of them should be easy, and a lot of fun." Mrs. Darcy got to her feet and started dressing, and continued to speak in that same low voice. "It's funny. I've been bouncing all over this school, possessing different people here and there. Getting off where I could and causing a little drama. It's the only thing that keeps me going since I don't have my own body anymore. And I was just about to move on, today in fact, but now, I'll be sticking around. Thanks for livening up my... " The words were cut off and for the third time today, Derek watched a person in front of him shudder for a second from head to toe. Something clicked in Derek's brain. "That shudder thing I saw Amy do, her whole body just shook for a moment like she had caught a chill, then you did it when she touched you at the end of class. That's when you took over Mrs. Darcy. A person shudders when you... jump in or whatever and then.. I'm guessing it's something that happens every so often. Mrs. Darcy now looked very annoyed. "Yeah, there's that intelligence this chick knows you have. It's about the only involuntary reaction I have. My tell as it were. And yes, it happens when I take over someone, or when I need to reassert control of my host." Derek nodded along, then said, "I'm sorry. It's so weird to hear a strange man's voice come out of Mrs. Darcy's mouth. Could you maybe, speak like her again?" Mrs. Darcy finished buttoning her top and bellowed, "I'll talk how I damn well please kid! You have no idea how long it's been since I was able to use my real voice to talk to someone. I've been at this a long time. A very long time." "How long till you have to reassert control of someone?" Derek asked. "Everyone's a little different, but the longer I'm in someone, the less it happens, and the more and more I can change their personality." Now it was Derek's turn to shudder. "You can... rewrite someone?" Mrs. Darcy grinned coolly. "Sort of. But you'll see soon enough." Then she walked to the door and held it open. Then in Mrs. Darcy's voice, she declared loudly, "Just follow that lesson plan and that should get you caught up. If you still need help, well," she put on a flirty smile. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you real soon. Here's a note so you won't be counted tardy for your next class." "Really? You think I'm worrying about a tardy?" Derek wondered aloud as he stepped into the empty school hallway. "Appearances are everything Mr. Johnson. Like I said, I'm careful. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to make the most out of this free period." And with that Mrs. Darcy closed and locked the door of her classroom. Derek floated through his remaining classes for the day in a state of paranoia. He really didn't know why he would be so important to Mrs. Darcy, or Amy, or, really, this mystery man that had somehow inhabited their bodies. It was like something out of a cheap science fiction film. Was he safe from him, or her, whoever? Would he see her again as Mrs. Darcy, or someone else next time? Maybe someone closer to him? He had to tell someone, but who on earth would believe him. Maybe he should do nothing and wait to see if it would blow over. He doubted it, but didn't see any other choice. When the last bell rang, he figured he'd make a beeline for home and so he could keep a close eye on his family. He knew his parents were okay because they would still be at work, and his twin sister had been sick. He wasn't sure they were in danger, but he didn't know what to think, and that was the worst part. Nothing had happened since history class, and he was hopeful nothing else would. As he exited the school, Derek took a second to look around. Students milling about, talking laughing, waiting for a ride. He noticed his neighbor, Jessica. She was in his grade, also 18, and currently sporting her cheerleader outfit. Her long, blonde hair was tied up in a long ponytail and she was standing on her tiptoes as she kissed her boyfriend, Brad, the star quarterback . Both were just a few feet away from him. As their lips detached, he overheard Jessica say, "I told you, I can't stay to watch you practice today. The squad is already mad at me but they understand. Nana is not doing well and so my parents are taking us to see her in the hospital." "Then why are you wearing your cheerleader outfit?" Brad asked as his eyes and hands raked across her figure. "Down boy," she giggled. "I wore it just so you could see me in it before I said goodbye." "Well, goodbye," and Brad leaned in and they were joined at the mouth again. Derek was almost past them, when Jessica detached herself from Brad and grabbed Derek's arm. "You'll walk me home, won't you Derek? Brad can't be late for football practice." Derek eyed her warily. "We haven't walked home together in years?" Jessica shrugged. "I know. I miss those days, don't you?" "Not really." She playfully punched his arm. "Rude much." She laughed. "C'mon, you can fill me in on your latest college prospects. Don't tell me you're still thinking about taking a year off?" Derek looked at her intently. "No, no I decided against that. I guess, let's just go, I gotta get home?" He started walking away from her. "Okay," she gave an apologetic wave to her boyfriend and ran to catch up. She jogged up to him and they had walked a couple blocks before she asked, "What's got you in such a hurry today? Hot date tonight?" He kept glancing at her, as if he were looking for something. "No. I just, need to get home is all. It's been a weird day." "How so?" she asked casually. "I don't want to talk about it," he replied sharply. They were now a block away from their houses. He just wanted to get there. She gingerly grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop. "Hey," she said, and there was compassion in her voice. "We used to talk about anything and everything. I opened up to you all the time when my parents were fighting and it really helped. If something's bothering you, I want to hear it." Derek's armor was starting to crack. "I mean, I would like to talk about it. But, you have to go see your grandma." "It's okay," and her eyes went up and to the left. "My parents won't be here for another 20 or so minutes, so come inside real quick and tell me what's on your mind." Reluctantly, Derek stopped outside her house, then said, "Okay." "Yay," she squealed and started fishing out her house keys. "C'mon in. Gosh, it's been awhile since you were inside. Mom painted again as you can see." Derek nodded before diving in with, "Yeah, look, I'll make this short and I know you're not going to believe me but.. " "Hold that thought," Jessica interrupted. "I need to change so I can be ready when my parents get here. Follow me upstairs and you can tell me there?" "While you're changing!" Derek exclaimed. Jessica eyed him wryly. "No you pervert. You'll be outside my bedroom, and I'll be on the inside, and there will be a door between us. I'll be able to hear you just fine." She hit his arm again as if playing tag, then bounded up the stairs ahead of him. Derek turned to follow, but when he looked up he was temporarily distracted by a vision of bright orange panties at the top of the stairs. "You coming?" she asked as she looked back, and then realized the view she had just given him and pulled her skirt down in embarrassment. "Ooh," she murmured, blushing. "Can we just pretend that didn't happen?" "Nope," he said with a wide smile, the first he could remember today. "It's locked in my brain forever." "Pervert," she said again rolling her eyes and smiling. She went into her bedroom, shutting the door almost but not quite all the way. "So, what's going on?" "Well," he didn't really know how to begin, "I guess it started when Amy came in to history class.. " "What?" Jessica yelled. "Come closer. I can't hear you." Derek moved closer towards the crack in the door. "I said, it started when Amy.. " Then Derek noticed the crack in the door in front of him. It gave him a direct line of sight to her closet doors, one of which had a full length mirror. That door had been opened in such a way as to give him a perfect view of Jessica's reflection next to her dresser, just behind the door he was standing in front of. She was just starting to pull off her cheerleader top and he was suddenly captivated by the two D size orbs on her chest which strained at her flowery bra. "I should've known it would have something to do with the girl you've had a crush on since middle school," she said, as her thumbs hooked her cheerleader skirt and he got an even better view of her orange panties. He watched, speechless as she started rummaging through her dresser. Her perfect ass was now turned towards the mirror as she bent to the lowest drawer to look for a top, when he saw it. A shudder. If he hadn't been transfixed on her, he might have missed it. Jessica stood up straight, and turned to the mirror, making eye contact with Derek. "Oh poo," she pouted. "You saw that didn't you?" She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. "You were watching so closely, weren't you," she said seductively. "You were just being a good neighbor, weren't you?" In one quick movement, she pulled off her panties, and then opened the door. One hand went to his cheek, while the other went to his rock hard crotch. "Tell me something, Derek," she pressed her naked body against him, "why did we never get together? I mean, I'm the girl next door after all." "Why are you doing this?" Derek demanded, taking a step back. "Because of that right there," the deep man's voice was back. "I'm used to being in control of each and every situation, and I can't control you. Can't make you forget, and I'm going to find out why. I found out where you lived easy enough with Mrs. Darcy's access to student's files. Then hopped a few more people till I found someone who lived close to you. Someone who's known you for awhile and might have a clue to this mystery for me." "It's just wrong," Derek grumbled, while trying not to keep staring at Jessica's marvelous chest. Jessica took a step towards him. "No, what's wrong is that this fine piece of ass had the hots for you a couple years ago and you never made a move. Other than that there were no useful memories." "I was dating someone a couple years ago," Jake defended. Jessica's eyes went up and to the left. "Heather. Yeah, okay, she was pretty hot too. But you weren't married." The voice then switched over to Jessica's seamlessly. "You could have had us both." And she lunged for him, wrapping her body around him and kissing him on the mouth. Derek momentarily kissed back. It was what his body wanted. Really wanted. He felt like he had had blue balls since history class. But.. he ended the kiss and gently pushed her back. " You're not Jessica!" he snapped. "This isn't what she'd want." "But I am, and it is, at least for now," she smiled demurely. "I'm willing to put my question on hold for a bit. I need some release." She was about to pounce again when they heard the door slam. Panic shot through Derek's eyes as he realized he was standing in front of Mr. and Mrs. Roberts daughter. Mr. Roberts liked him, but would still probably kill him anyway in this circumstance. "I figured you were lying about her parents coming home," Derek whispered. "I was and I wasn't," Jessica said quietly as she stepped inside her room and put on a bathrobe. "That should be my mom. Remember a few years back when you told me you had a sex dream about her and I said it was totally gross." "I.. Man I hate how you can just tap into her memories like that," Derek said, anticipating the worst. "Aw, you're so nervous, it's cute." Jessica gestured towards her room. "Go hide in the closet. I'll take care of 'mom." As Derek walked into Jessica's room and crammed himself into her closet, Jessica yelled, "Mom, can you help me with something real quick?" From downstairs, Derek heard Mrs. Roberts yell back, "Jessica? What are you doing home? Shouldn't you be at cheerleader practice?" He then heard her footsteps on the stairs. He watched through the slats in the closet as "Jessica" walked into her room. Now he started to sweat. He didn't know how this was going to play out, but it couldn't be good. "Jessica?" her mother called out. "In here mom," Derek saw Jessica say, and then she turned and winked at him, knowing he was watching through the closet slats. Derek saw as Mrs. Roberts entered her daughter's room. She had apparently been out for a light jog. She had on tight black running shorts and a tight purple top. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail just like her daughter. They looked very much alike. Mrs. Roberts had certainly aged well and had certainly kept her figure and was probably in her late forties but looked like a woman in her thirties. Derek didn't tell Jessica that there had been more than one sex dream about her mother. "Mom, I was wondering if you'd act out a little scene with me," Jessica started. "You see, I never have an audience. Sure, I've had some fun before, but I was the only one who could enjoy it. It was just for me. Would you help me?" "I, sure honey," Mrs. Roberts hesitated, "but what are you talking... " Jessica touched her mom. Mrs. Roberts shuddered, then her face slowly turned, as she aimed the most seductive grin at Derek in the closet. Jessica didn't fall to the floor, but continued to stand there, her eyes slightly glazed over. Mrs. Roberts turned to face her daughter and said in a concerned mother's tone, but with a hint of lust, "Yes, Jessica dear. I'll help in any way I can." She touched her daughter. Jessica shuddered, took her mother's hand and said, "Well, there's this boy see, and I think he likes me." Shudder. Mrs. Roberts resumed speaking, "How could he not like you dear. I mean, look at these spectacular breasts you have." Mrs. Roberts pulled her daughter's robe apart, and then pushed it off her shoulders, letting it hit the floor. She then reached out and started groping her daughter's chest. Shudder. Mrs. Roberts continued to squeeze her daughter's breasts, but it was Jessica who said, "Well, I have you to thank for that Momma. I mean, just look at yours." Jessica pulled her mother's top over her head, and then helped remove her sports bra that was underneath. "They're even bigger than mine!" Jessica proclaimed as if seeing them for the first time. Then she bent over and started kissing her mother's breasts. Derek felt his eyes try to jump out of his sockets as he took in Mrs. Roberts' massive tits. They were nearly identical to her daughter's, just a little bigger, and a little saggier. His eyes kept trying to jump out as Mrs. Roberts continued groping her daughter's chest, while Jessica kissed her mother's tits. Derek noted that the formerly possessed would continue to actions of the possessor even when he had jumped into his next victim. Shudder. "Oh Jessica dear," Mrs. Roberts moaned. "I hope he's as good at foreplay as you are?" Shudder. "That's the problem Momma," Jessica pouted as she looked up from her mother's tits. "There hasn't been any foreplay yet. We haven't even kissed, and I'm just so nervous I'll do it wrong." Shudder. Mrs. Roberts put her hand under her chin and brought up her daughter's pretty face. She then looked into her glassy eyed daughter's eyes. "I'd be happy to give you a lesson in kissing." Derek's jaw was on the floor as he watched mother and daughter shudder again and again, a new one taking the lead each time as their mouths met and they started to embrace and let their hands roam over each other. This went on for a few minutes, Derek completely swept along by what was easily the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. His heart raced as he saw Jessica remove her mother's running shorts and give her mom's ass a playful smack, then resume their makeout session. Finally Mrs. Roberts broke from a prolonged, sloppy kiss and said breathily, "Yes. Kiss him like that and he'll have the hardest dick you've ever seen." Shudder. "Oh Momma, you think so? Could we test it right now?" And Jessica hopped up and down with feigned excitement. Shudder. "What do you mean dear daughter?" Mrs. Roberts asked as if clueless. Shudder. "Well Momma, I'm pretty sure he's been staring at us from inside my closet this whole time," and Jessica blew a kiss at the closet. Shudder. Derek knew this was being staged, but it was hard not to get swept up in the moment as his hot, naked classmate's mother walked over and slid the closet door open and looked at Derek with mock outrage on her face. "Derek! You naughty boy! All this time you were in my daughter's closet, watching us kiss and groping one another?" Mrs. Roberts said accusingly. "Hey," Derek said somewhat amused and a lot horny, "You would know, you put me in here." Mrs. Roberts covered her hand with her face, "How dare you? I would never do something so scandalous. I'll have to ask you to leave." Mrs. Roberts reached over and tagged her daughter who hadn't moved. Shudder. "But Momma, I'd like to practice more, and he's right here," Jessica pulled Derek out of the closet and started taking off his jeans. When she pulled off his underwear, she looked at her mother and stated, "And it looks like he's got that nice hard dick you were talking about." When Jessica had Derek as naked as she was, she stood and tapped her mom's shoulder. Shudder. "Well, I do want to be a good mother, and a good neighbor." Mrs. Roberts eyed Derek with pure carnal desire, then started removing his shirt. She then led him to Jessica's queen sized bed. "Having fun so far Derek? Enjoying my little play?" "Y-yes, ma'am" he admitted. He couldn't stop this now if he wanted to. "Good," Mrs. Roberts smiled, shoving him down on the mattress. "And please, call me Mrs. Roberts like you always have. Now watch this. Jessica." Jessica was still standing in the place where she had taken off Derek's pants, but now she turned and faced her mother. "Come over here and put those perky tits in our neighbor boy's face while I start sucking his dick." Derek watched in amazement as Jessica obediently came over and clumsily placed her large breasts in his face. Derek wasn't sure if it was Mrs. Roberts who was fantastic at blowjobs, or her possessor, but either way he came in seconds. He watched as Mrs. Roberts swallowed, then tapped her daughter. Shudder. "Oh, now that just won't do Derek." Jessica circled her right breast with her hand before squeezing it and guiding the nipple into his mouth. "Momma, please keep stroking his cock until he gets hard again. She looked at him with an innocent, questioning face. "Or maybe you'd like us to make out some more? Or you could watch as my mom ate out my pussy?" And just like that Derek was ready to go again. This time he grabbed Jessica and kissed her. She returned his kiss then broke for air to say, "Momma, play with this boy's balls while I ride his dick." And then Jessica mounted him and rode him for all he was worth. He watched as she came multiple times and was about to himself, when she expertly rolled off him and slapped her mother's ass hard causing the firm flesh to jiggle slightly. Shudder. "Sorry," said Mrs. Roberts apologetically, climbing on top of him. "I like to have multiple orgasms in multiple bodies when I can." And then she started to ride him, nice and slow, squeezing her breasts and moaning like a porn star, achieving orgasm in just a few minutes. "Older ladies bodies must be a lot more sensitive," Derek thought to himself as he came for the second time. Mrs. Roberts dismounted and they both lay there a few moments with Jessica standing with a vacant expression inches away. Then an uncharacteristically low voice came out of Mrs. Roberts mouth. "Sorry neighbor boy. That was fun but I can never bask in the afterglow when I've had two at once." Then Mrs. Roberts got up and started to put herself back together. Derek sat up and started getting dressed himself. "You've done that before!" "A few times," the deep voice said. "It's not always worth it to me because I have to move quick before one of them comes to their senses, and there's a slight buffer in sensation when I'm hopping so quickly. But like I said, I ain't never had an audience before, and that made it really hot." "It was hot," Derek agreed. "The hottest thing ever. But you know what's not hot? Hearing your voice coming out of Mrs. Roberts' mouth." Mrs. Roberts frowned, then walked over and touched her daughter. Shudder. Jessica's peppy voice burst out of her mouth indignantly, "I'm sorry. You only like it when I 'pretend' to be the person I'm possessing, is that it?" "I'm sorry, no, it's just a lot to get used to," Derek tried to say coolly. "It just, makes me feel like I just slept with a man is all." "I was a man!" said the male voice indignantly. Jessica started to put her clothes back on but it was the low voice that continued. "That's what I started out as anyways. But when my situation happened years ago, I could become whatever gender I wanted on the fly. I haven't used my original voice in decades, mainly because I like fooling everyone around me into thinking I'm the person I'm possessing. It's my biggest kink really." "It feels like I should call you another name when you use that voice, or if we meet again and you're in some other body," Derek offered, trying to be helpful. "Ha! Sure kid. You can call me Nevyn when and if you figure me out again. Like I said, you not knowing is my biggest turn on." And with that Nevyn looked at Mrs. Roberts and switched back to Jessica's voice. "Mom, go use the restroom, then lay down in your bed. When you come around you'll remember taking a nap after you went for a run and nothing else." Mrs. Roberts walked out of the room. "That's all you have to do?" Derek said in disbelief. "Yeah," Nevyn shrugged, talking like his original male self again. "It's pretty easy. As long as I've possessed someone recently, they're in that obedient and suggestible window like you saw with me and 'mom.' If I miss the window at all, I just possess that person, making them forget, and it's all fixed. Which brings us back to business. We've had our fun. I put on a good show for you. Now why can't I possess you?" She/he poked Derek in the chest. "Look, I honestly don't know. If I knew I would tell you." Nevyn studied him a moment. "I think I believe you, but I'm not through investigating." Derek smiled a little. "You gonna go dust for some clues? Interview some witnesses?" He watched Jessica's mouth curved wickedly and resume her girlish voice. "Witnesses. Yes. That's exactly what I'm going to do. Find more witnesses. Examine more memories. Find out from the people who know you best and for the longest." The smile was gone from Derek's face. "What do you mean? You're not talking about.. " "Your family of course," Jessica said with laughter in her voice. "No!" Derek growled. "Oh, I'm sorry," Jessica's voice was still playful, but with a bite. "I don't like being told what to do. But I do take requests. Usually I just find out what people want by taking them over. But since I can't do that with you, you'll have to tell me." "I don't want you to do it at all," Derek barked. Jessica looked at him as if he were being a disobedient child. "Now now, I haven't given you the options. I can hop in with you knowing full well I'm there. Finding out what I want to know from each of your family members. Maybe we act out a little incest fantasy, your mom and sister are both very attractive. That's not just my assessment by the way, my 'mom' thinks so too." "Why you," Derek started to shout. "Or," Jessica interrupted, "I can sneak in. I can disguise myself from you and act like your family members completely. Until I get bored and start to mess with you." "Or until I see your tell!" Derek countered. "But you won't get them. I won't let you." Jessica put both her hands on his face. "Derek sweetie. Are you going to lock them up in your house? If you can't, I can come at them a million different ways."She leaned in and kissed him forcibly, then shoved him away. "Now get out of here. My 'mom' will be waking up from her nap any minute." Jessica waved him towards the stairs, then Derek saw the familiar eye movement that meant Nevyn was accessing her memories. "And my daddy will be home any second, so beat it." Derek looked at her/him with loathing. He tried to disassociate her from Nevyn who was inside, but it was difficult. When he was downstairs and starting to open the front door, he heard Jessica call, "Derek, I'll be seeing you real soon." To be continued...