Author's Note: Hello! I just wanted to say that this story is inspired by Ding! by MaddBlackCat on Literotica, I highly recommend you check it out!

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Gary

Finally. The last bell rang and we were all free to go home. I smiled as I left, happy this will be the last time I'd be seeing most of these faces except when I'll walk the stage in a few weeks. Until then, I don't need to think about that lousy place anymore. By the looks of it, I wasn't the only one who felt this way as I noticed quite a few other students seemed more than happy to practically race out of here.

As for me? I could afford to hold off for a bit since I knew my mom wouldn't be back home for a bit and only my sister would be there. I love my sister and all, but Emily really isn't my first choice for people I want to hang around with for a while. Still, that's not to say I wasn't excited. Mom said she was going to bring something to celebrate me getting into University so I was looking forward to that when I finally got home.

Something I wasn't looking forward to came up as I started the walk home though. Two girls, Diane and Anna, seemed to be waiting for me. I scowled, but kept going. Surely they wouldn't be trying to start something now, right?

“Hey, Gary,” Diane began slowly, “did you think we'd let you off the hook that easy?”

God damn it. I sighed, crossing my arms. I don't know what I did to these two, but ever since freshman year, I've gotten nothing but teases, name-calling, and pranks from them nonstop. Naturally, the teachers have been next to useless when it came to doing anything about them and I'd rather not earn myself a reputation for beating up girls. Of course, that didn't stop them from spreading rumors like that about me and testing just how far I’d go before I threw punches.

Both girls weren’t exactly what most people would think of when you imagined girl bullies. They were pretty, tall as well. Diane stood a bit shorter with me with storm gray eyes and brown hair that went down to her wait. Anna, meanwhile, actually stood taller than I did and was, by most people's account, extremely attractive and she knew how to use those looks to get what she wanted. Case in point, the number of classmates who believed everything she told them about me. As far as I knew, neither of them had any boyfriends or anything like that throughout high school, although that wasn’t because no one was interested.

“What do you want?” I asked, wanting nothing more than to get this over with.

“Well,” Anna began as she and Diane drew closer, “perhaps you could tell us what school you got into? We could be classmates again! Wouldn't that be fun?”

I scoffed, “Fat chance at that. Besides, I doubt either of you have a good enough GPA to even get accepted.”

Diane laughed, “What? And you do?”

I couldn't help but smile as I replied, “Three point eight. And I got accepted into my first choice.” Vexen University, an out of state university, but they didn't need to know that.

Anna whistled, “Woah! Really? How did someone like you manage that?”

“By reading the textbooks, asking questions, and doing my work instead of bullying others and not paying attention in class,” I replied dryly, wanting nothing more than to be done with this.

I tried to walk off, but Diane grabbed me by the sleeve of my shirt. “Hold it,” she growled, “what exactly did you mean by that?”

It was very tempting to swat her hand away from me, but for the sake of not wanting to cause a scene, I let her be. Went a whole four years without causing trouble, definitely don’t want to start now. I didn't bother to turn around as I replied, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn't even make it to a community college, not that either of you would even take it at all seriously if you did.”

Anna got in front of me, “Excuse me? Don't try acting all high and mighty now after four years of just taking our shit!”

I scowled, looking her right in the eyes as I replied, “I did nothing because the school admin were useless. And my mom taught me better than to hit girls.”

“Pfft!” Diane scoffed, getting in front of me as well, “Your mom? Please, didn't she whore herself out to the school admin to get you in?”

I took a breath. I didn't want to start anything. Not now. “Shut your mouth.” I growled.

Unfortunately for me, that was the wrong thing to say. I saw that glint in their eyes, the ones they got when they noticed something getting under my skin. “So it's true?” Anna asked.

My knuckles cracked as they turned into fists at my sides. Every day I had to listen to several students say the same damn thing about my mom. None of it was true, but they'd rather believe in juicy gossip than the truth. Of all the dumb rumors, why did it have to be that story that stuck? Every time I tried to clean the air, no one listened to me.

“Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth!” I snarled, taking a step forward. I didn’t realize this in the moment, but our little commotion was drawing an audience. Several students stopped and watched as we got dangerously close to throwing blows.

Anna and Diane laughed, “What? You going to hit us?” Diane asked, stepping closer, looking at me with the annoying grin of hers, “Aren’t you worried about getting in trouble? Don't want to upset your slut of a mom?”

That did it. I barely remember moving, one moment I was standing in front of her, and the next I saw red. Afterwards, I stood over a shocked Diane as she laid on the ground, a hand covering her cheek where I struck her.

I punched her. Not only that, but I didn't feel bad either. I'm sorry mom. Anna screamed and scrambled to Diane's side. Diane was fine, although it looks like I got her good on the cheek. She was starting to bruise too. Diane looked at me with wide eyes, “You hit me.” she gasped, breathless.

She didn’t need to tell me that, I could feel my hand throb slightly from where I struck her, “And I’ll do it again too, if you don’t leave me alone.” I said, my voice much calmer than I felt, I glanced around, noting that several passerby, including some classmates, saw what happened. Whatever, last day of school, hopefully nothing will come out of this. They couldn’t even look me in the eyes as I glared at them. If anyone says anything, well, they already saw what will happen.

As I turned to leave, I heard Diane call from behind me, “This isn’t over, Gary! I’ll make you wish you hadn’t done that!”

Yeah. I’m sure you will.

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I sighed as I got home, eager to just collapse until mom got back. Our home wasn't much, just a small, one story house with three bedrooms. Still, we did our best to make sure our house was perfect, not a thing out of place, no dust to be seen. My bedroom was the smallest, still, I never felt like I wanted for anything, my mom did everything she could to make sure my sister and I had everything we needed

A knock, and my sister came in. She was two years older than me, with brown hair and eyes she inherited from our dad. Emily was slightly shorter than I was and her long hair was currently tied up in a loose bun. Judging by the looks of her, it looks like she just got done studying for her classes.

“How was your last day?” She asked.

I shrugged, “Not bad, glad all that's over.”

Emily looked unconvinced and crossed her arms as she leaned against my wall, “Anything interesting happen?”

I hoped nothing showed on my face, I really didn't want to talk about this. “Not really,” I lied, “the school lunch tasted better than usual.”

Emily sighed, taking off her round glasses to rub her eyes, “Joanna told me she saw you hit one of those girls.”

I blinked, “Did she tell you everything that happen?”

Emily hesitated, “I think so, but I want to hear what happened from you first before I get mom involved.”

Great. I was hoping I didn't have to do this, but I told her what happened, exactly as it happened. Emily and mom knew all about Anna and Diane and they've both done what they could to try to get the school to do anything about it. Of course, the only thing was that those two got a slap on the wrist while I was kept on thin ice.

Emily got visibly angry when I told her what Diane and Anna said about mom. She and mom knew there were rumors, but they didn't know what the rumors were about figured now would be as good a time as any to say. Emily looked ready to kill Diane and Anna when I finished telling her what happened, “You said all you gave her was a bruised cheek?”

I nodded.

Emily scoffed, “They got off easy, I wouldn't have stopped until there were broken bones.”

Couldn't help but laugh at that one. “I'm surprised you're not lecturing me about not causing problems or being the bigger person or something like that.”

Emily paused, “I should. I probably should. But, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't have done the same in your shoes. You worried your college will hear about this?”

I shrugged, “Not really. Didn't tell anyone where I'm going to, so I doubt anything will come from this.”

She sighed, “I hope so. Anyway, mom called, she said she's getting off work early and is going to pick up the cake before she comes home.” She turned around to leave, “if you need me, I'll be reading in my room.”

I smiled, glad she was still on my side. If this does get back to mom somehow, Emily will be able to help me tell her what happened. Still, I hope mom won't be too upset if she finds out about this.

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Emily woke me up when mom came home and was getting things ready in the kitchen. I greeted her as I sat down, asking if mom needed any help.

Most people were surprised with how young my mom is. She had Emily when she was still in high school and had me two years after. Unfortunately, our dad vanished after that and we hadn't seen the bastard ever since. Since then, it was just mom, Emily, and me. She hadn't shown much interest in the dating scene, man or woman, ever since dad. Maybe he burned her so badly she didn't want to take any more chances.

Mom was slightly shorter than me, and other than her red hair and green eyes, she looked like an older version of Emily. Her hair was in a bun as well, although mom's hair was shorter and her bun was wild after long hours at work. I wish I inherited more of my appearance from mom, I've been told that, except for my eyes and hair, I look a lot like my dad when he was my age. Probably the only thing that bastard left me.

Mom barely glanced at me as she looked for a knife, “No Gary, I'm fine.” she replied before giving us some slices of pizza.

“Thanks,” I tell her between bites.

Mom gave me a tired smile, “For what? This was supposed to be your gift for graduating. I'm so proud of you, Gary.”

“I couldn't have done it without you, mom,” I tell her, “and everything you've done for us.”

Mom giggled and sliced the cake, handing us our slices. I noticed my slice was noticeably larger than Emily's while mom got the smallest cut.

“Oh mom,” Emily began, “I'm going to hang out with some friends tomorrow.”

Mom nodded, “Alright, you Gary? Got anything planned?”

I laughed, “I just wanna enjoy a nice day to myself now that school's finally over!”

That earned a small round of laughs from the table. After we were done eating I volunteered to do the dishes, but mom wasn't having any of it. She said this was my celebration, so she could handle the clean up.

I was about to leave when she suddenly got still, her eyes getting this unfocused look in them. “Mom?” I asked.

No response.

Emily looked over, worried. Mom was just standing completely still, unmoving, and not responding to anything we did or say. “Mom!” I said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Mom gasped, and stepped back.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“What happened?” Mom asked, rubbing her head.

“You just… I don't know, started spacing out or something.” Emily replied.

“We tried to get you to respond, but… you weren't,” I replied, “you alright?”

“Oh!” Mom sighed, rubbing the back of her head and wincing, “Yeah… I'm… I think I'm…”

Emily lunged forward and caught mom as she nearly fell from her feet, “Should we take you to the hospital?” she asked.

Mom shook her head, “No. I think I just need some rest. Work took more out of me than I thought. Gary, I'm sorry, but it looks like you will have to do the cleaning afterall.”

“No problem!” I assured her, “just get some rest, I'll have the kitchen clean!”

I was halfway done with cleaning when Emily came back, clearly worried. “Mom's sleeping,” she said.

“That's good, I hope.” I replied, drying off the plate I was working on, “Do you think she'll need to go to the hospital tomorrow?”

“I hope not,” Emily sagged her shoulders, “but I really think work's starting to get to her.”

“I do too.”

Emily sighed, “Think it's time we start contributing to the bills?”

I gave a hollow laugh, “Every time we try, mom just puts the money back into our bank accounts.”

“I know.”

We looked at each other before getting ready to go to bed. I just hoped that, whatever tomorrow brings, mom will be feeling better than how she did today.

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Diane

The world came into focus. I blinked, not recognizing the room I woke up in. The walls were practically bare and the bed was smaller than my own. I lifted a hand, noticing it wasn't mine. This one was bigger, the fingers long and the fingernails unpainted.

No way. I thought Anna's aunt was just messing with us, but no, this was real. I possessed Gary's mom's body. I stood up, feeling strange in this more mature body. There was a mirror in the room I made my way to, bare feet silent on the carpet.

This was real. The face staring back at me clearly belonged to Layla Bailey. Wait, where did I hear that name? I closed my eyes, it seems not only I have control of this bitch's body, but I can look through her memories as well.

Layla Bailey. Well it was nice to know what this woman's name was. Heh, she gave birth to Emily when she was in high school, fucking slut. Her boyfriend, Jesse, ditched her not long after Gary was born. Ha! This bitch is a fucking joke!

I laughed. Man, this is the mom Gary was so protective of? How cute. I looked at my new body in the mirror, Layla was wearing a simple suit and some slacks, having not changed after her job as a front desk agent at a hotel. My hands made quick work of the buttons on her suit. I need to see what I'm working with here, afterall.

She wore a simple white bra and panties under her clothes. Definitely need to change that later. Her body wasn't bad, all things considered. She had nice curves, large breasts, and freckles that drew attention to her eyes and now exposed breasts. Damn, I could feel myself getting wet slightly just by looking at my new body.

I hesitated briefly at the panties, but, this was my body now. Besides, it would be rude not to. The panties came off, revealing a patch of curly red hair. No, that needs to change later. The bra came off next, and her large breasts spilled free. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the sight of them, my own breasts were small, why does this slut get to have what I don't? I looked at my now naked body in the mirror, I was worried that I’d be an old hag, but this was much better than I thought.

Only thirty six, there were barely any wrinkles or gray hairs on this body. Her red hair was a mess right now, but nothing a few strokes from a brush wouldn’t fix. Her stomach was flat, although there were some scars right where her womb would be. No way, Gary made her get a C-section! Fucking great! Still, I turned, admiring Layla’s firm ass, this body wasn’t bad. Not bad at all. A shame then, that it belonged to this woman.

No. No it didn’t. It was mine now. And I get to play with what was mine.

Layla's breasts had a nice feel to them. They filled up my hands nicely and the skin was soft, although the breasts themselves were firm and had good weight to them. I felt the nipples stiffening from my touch as well as feeling this bitch's cunt get wet. My own body never reacted this way.

Damn, never would have guessed Gary's mom was such a slut. I threw myself onto the bed, spreading my legs slightly as my fingers explored between my legs while my other hand continued playing with my new breasts. I bit down to stop myself from. Screaming out, didn't want Gary or Emily to hear me or suspect that something was wrong already. No, that will come later.

Her walls clamped around my fingers, urging me to continue. My back arched off the bed as I kept going, faster and faster. I gasped, my legs spasming along the bed, searching for any sort of purchase as this body wanted more. Finally, there was one final grunt before I felt this body shudder violently as orgasm struck, the first one in a very long while. Heh, I might've done this bitch a favor.

I sighed, enjoying the feeling of having just experienced orgasm. Gary is going to get what he deserves real soon, but first I'll need to tell Anna that the plan worked and she can get ready to do her part tomorrow.

It was six o clock and Emily and Gary would probably still be asleep. Good. And luckily this bitch managed to earn herself a four day weekend from her work. Plenty of time to torment Gary, who knows, maybe I'll stay in here a little longer.

Well Layla, as fun as this was, I'm afraid it's time to get to work. She didn't have much in the way to work with in terms of underwear, just more plain bras and panties. Definitely need to change that. Her clothes were similar as well, great. Well, hopefully Anna might have something I can borrow to solve that little problem.

Oh well. I threw on some clothes and got ready to leave. Anna will probably still be asleep at this time so it looks like shopping for some lingerie will be my priority for now. I'll be sure to pick something that will really get under Gary's skin.

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I took my time picking out some lingerie I'll use later. It was a bit costly, but that wasn't really my problem. I'll let Gary deal with that when the end of month bills are due.

Anna should be up by now, and I think she'll be in for a shock when she sees me at her door. Thank you Bianca, always knew we could count on you!

It took Anna a minute to get to the door, and I had to ring several times before she shouted, “Be right there!” when she finally answered the door, she gave me a deep scowl when she didn't recognize who I was, “Um… can I help you?”

“Anna, it's me!” I said, “I'm Diane!”

Anna blinked, her scowl slowly turning into a wide smile, “No way, it actually worked?”

I nodded and came inside, “Yup! Looks like your aunt came through for us again! Speaking of which, where is she?”

Anna laughed, “She's upstairs right now. So? Did you cause Gary any trouble yet?”

“No,” I replied, “I wanted to get a change of wardrobe before I tried anything, I mean, look at this,” I gestured to the clothes I was currently wearing, a plain shirt and some pants, “you think this is going to work? I was hoping your aunt had something I could borrow to mess with Gary.”

Anna grinned, “Yeah, she should definitely have something you can use, I think she's coming down right now.”

“Anna?” She called, “Who was that at the door?”

“Hi Bianca,” I greeted, “It's me, Diane!”

Bianca grinned when she came down the stairs. Anna's aunt had always been one of our best supporters. Of course, she didn't know the truth of what we did to Gary, but leaving out a few key details of what happened yesterday was enough to make her really angry and she was the one who came up with this rather interesting punishment for him. Of course, Anna and I agreed to it, although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think it would actually work.

Anna’s aunt had primary custody over her ever since Anna was young. Bianca was a few years older than Layla and preferred to dress in black, with today being no different. Her brown hair was cut to her chin and she wore black eye liner that drew attention to her piercing blue eyes.

Bianca looked me up and down in my new body, and I couldn't help but feel just a little self conscious whenever her gaze lingered, “Oh, I wouldn't have expected Ms. Bailey to be so young,” Bianca blushed slightly, “well, I suppose that definitely makes your job a bit easier, doesn't it?”

I returned her smile, “Thanks, but I think my wardrobe could use an upgrade, wouldn't you agree?”

Bianca seemed practically giddy, “Oh yes! Of course! I'm sure I have something just perfect for that body in my closet!”

We took some time going through Anna's aunt's closet. There were so many dresses to choose from, but almost every one Bianca brought out was instantly dismissed as she kept searching. While I was here, I think a change of foot wear was in order too. Layla had only her work shoes and casual shoes, that definitely wouldn't work.

I checked out the new clothes in the mirror. I slipped on a nice dark green dress that clung to her curves and had a slit that exposed a scandalous amount of leg, ending in intricate sandals. The dress was slightly too tight around her chest, exposing a generous amount of her freckled cleavage. Layla's red hair complimented the green dress well, and when her hair was out of that stupid bun it went down to the middle of her back.

Anna squealed, “You look so good!”

Bianca nodded, “Indeed! If she wasn't the mother of your bully, I think I might've considered talking to her.”

I smiled, “Thanks, I was worried I wouldn't be able to make this bitch's body look good, but I think I managed to make it work. How long do you think Gary will last?”

Anna thought for a moment, “An hour.”

“Thirty minutes.” Bianca replied.

“Really? My guess is five minutes,” I turned to Anna, “So, when will you join me?”

“I'm afraid I'll need to teach her the technique as well,” Bianca said, “so that alone will take some time.”

“I'll come in tomorrow,” Anna replied, “I'll let you have some fun first before I go in there. Keep me updated, I want to hear everything that happens.”

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Gary

Mom was gone by the time I woke up. I looked around, seeing that she wasn't in her room, although she did leave some clothes scattered around the room. That was unlike her, especially since some of the clothes left on the ground was her work uniform. She left a note for us in the kitchen:

*I left to run some errands. Be back soon.
-mom*

“You know where mom went?” I asked Emily who was currently enjoying breakfast.

She shrugged, shaking her head, “No.”

“I'm still worried about what happened yesterday,” I began, “do you think mom's alright enough to go out on her own?”

Emily rolled her eyes, “Your heart is in the right place, Gary, but I think mom is more than capable of making her own choices.”

I held up my hands, “Woah, easy. I'm just saying, it looks like she almost fainted yesterday, I'm just worried about her.”

Emily calmed down, wiping a strand of brown hair away from her face, “I know, I am too. Still, we'll practically have to drag her to the hospital if things get bad, you know?”

I nodded, hoping things wouldn't get that bad. Last night was just a one time thing, right? I know mom said her work was really starting to get to her, so maybe an extended weekend is just what she needed, right?

Emily patted my shoulder on her way to the sink, “Hey, no use worrying about it now, huh? Let's just hope mom's doing better today.”

I smiled, feeling slightly better and made myself breakfast. As I was finishing eating, the door opened and mom called, “I'm home!” Oh, thank God.

“Hi mom h-” I paused when I saw her as she walked over to me.

She was dressed up like she'd be going out to a night club. Her hair was down and flowed down to her back, complimenting the dark green dress that clung to every bit of her curves. There were sleeves to the dress, ones that drew even more attention to her red hair as well as her bare shoulders. The dress seemed especially snug around her breasts, exposing a generous amount of cleavage. The skirt went down to below her knees and had a slit running down, drawing the eye to her shapely legs that ended in sandals.

I wasn't sure what kind of expression was on my face, but I felt my face grow warm as well as heat rushing to my crotch. Mom noticed and giggled, “You like my dress, baby?”

Baby? She hadn't called me that since elementary school.

Emily came out of her room, getting ready to leave, “Oh! Hi mom! What's with the outfit?”

Mom grinned and showed off the dress, “I wanted to get myself something nice. Think it's about time I start putting myself out there again.”

Emily and I shared a look. As far as we knew, mom wasn't interested in getting together with someone else ever since dad left. “Well, I think it looks good on you!” Emily said.

“Well your brother certainly thinks so,” Mom laughed, gesturing at my no doubt red face, “look at him!”

Emily laughed, “First time seeing a woman in a dress?”

God damn it. I could feel my face burning brighter and I was glad the table was covering my lower body since I could feel my penis beginning to tent my pants.

“Anyway, mom, we were wondering if you were doing okay?” Emily asked, “After what happened at dinner yesterday, Gary and I got worried for you.”

Mom blinked before laughing, “Oh! I'm fine! Thanks for worrying about me. No, I think work just took a lot more out of me than I thought it would.”

“Well that's good” Emily said, hugging mom before kissing her on the cheek, “I'm off to go out with my friends, I'll be back in a few hours. Love you mom!”

Mom stuttered for a moment before replying, “I love you too, Emily.”

As soon as Emily left, mom glanced at me. For a moment, there was something I didn't recognize glinting in her eyes, but just as I thought I saw it, it was gone.

“Do you think I look good in my dress, Gary?” Mom asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Huh?” I asked, “Yeah! You look good!”

Mom smiled, running her hands down along her body, she paused once at her chest, heaving it slightly before drifting down to her waist, moving the slit ever so slightly to expose more of her leg. “I think it clings in just the right places don't you agree?” She looked up, her eyes darting between my legs, before giggling, “Oh! You do agree!”

I yelped and tried to cover up the obvious tent in my pants, but the damage was already done. Mom nearly doubled over laughing.

“Oh!” She gasped between breaths, “You're adorable baby!” She came over and kissed me on the forehead, “I'm going to be in my room for a bit if you need me.” She winked at me before leaving,

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Diane

Oh my God, this is so funny! I could barely contain my laughter as I went back to Layla's room. Anna definitely needs to know what happened!

*Me: Anna
It's me, Diane.
I'm using this bitch's phone*

*Anna: What happened?
Did they immediately figure you out?*

*Me: lol no
I came in and Gary popped a fucking boner to his mom!*

*Anna: REALLY!?!?!
That's hilarious!*

*Me: it is!
You know, I was worried this might not work
But I think it's going to be too easy now
The loser has it down bad for his mommy!*

I giggled as I laid back on her bed. How should I mess with him now? Let's see, I have her memories, so let's see if I can find any embarrassing moments of Gary in this bitch's head.

No way, he used to call her mommy until the last year of middle school? Fucking hysterical! Let's see if there's anything else in here…

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Gary

I tried to calm down after that. Don’t know why mom was acting the way she did, but at least it doesn’t look like she’s having problems after her fainting spell last night. I debated texting Emily but decided against it. No, mom is probably just trying to blow off some steam now that she finally got some time off work.

That was probably it. I hoped. Whatever. While I was… mortified to say the least at what happened in the kitchen, that was no reason to suspect anything was wrong. I sighed, determined to just enjoy the freedom I have of no longer having to worry about school or anything related to it at all until I leave for university.

A few hours later, around lunch time, I was back in the kitchen getting a snack. Emily was still out with her friends, having sent me a few funny pictures of her time out. I was just about to head back to my room when mom came out of her room.

She was wearing some makeup this time. Nothing too extreme, just some light blush on her cheeks as well as bright red lipstick that matched her hair. I struggled to look at her, feeling ashamed at my earlier reaction to her, and… as much as I hated to admit it, I could feel my dick waking up again at the sight of her.

“Gary, is something wrong?” mom asked.

“Huh? No, why?” I replied, still struggling to make eye contact.

“You’re not looking at me,” mom pointed out, stepping closer, “did I do something wrong?”

I sighed. Looks like mom wants to talk about what happened earlier after all. Great, I was hoping I could avoid this, but… well my mom needs to know it’s not her fault.

I looked up, taking a step back when I realized how close she was to me. She was practically rubbing up beside me by the time I noticed, leaning over in such a way that I got a good view of the valley between her breasts. Mom looked worried when I stepped away from her, “Are you alright, baby?” she asked, reaching over to me.

As much as I wanted to let her touch me, I retreated further away from her hand. It was uncomfortable seeing her like this, almost as uncomfortable as the way I could feel my body reacting to her, as my penis was slowly stiffening to an erection. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice this time. “Y-yeah,” I stammered, “everything’s fine. I just… I’m not used to seeing you like this.”

Mom smiled, although perhaps it was just me, but I felt like it lacked her usual warmth. “Oh baby, mommy decided it was time I started putting myself out there again. You understand, right? You and your sister are going to go away soon and leave me here all alone.”

“We’d never abandon you, mom.” I told her, “You know that.”

“I know,” she replied, stepping back, “but I can’t help but feel that sometimes, you know?”

I gave an awkward smile, wanting nothing more than for this conversation to end, “Well… Emily and I are here for you no matter what.”

Mom again gave me her usual smile, and again I felt like there was something off about it. Her eyes and smile lacked the warmth I always felt from her. The eyes still looked off to me, like they were lacking something that belonged to her. “Thank you baby, oh, how does mommy look? Does mommy look good?”

She gave me a twirl so I could see how she looked. I swallowed, my throat going dry. The movement caused the slit to reveal more of her leg and when she stopped moving, she once again leaned over to give me a generous view of her breasts. Thankfully, the table was blocking her sight of my, no doubt, fully hard erection. I nodded, stammering, “Y-you look good, m-mom.”

Mom gave me a sad smile, “You used to call me mommy a few years ago, I miss that…” she looked down at her dress, specifically the breast line, “you think I’ll turn a few heads in this? I’m not sure…”

I stammered, not sure how to answer that. Why she was asking me about that?

Suddenly, mom smiled and pulled down the neck of her dress a little, exposing a little of the lingerie she wore underneath, as well as more of her breasts. I gasped, taking an involuntary step back at the sight, earning a glance from mom that quickly changed from confusion to delight.

She giggled, “Ah! Look at you, so red in the face! I was wondering if maybe that little trick might earn me some attention, looks like I was right!” still chuckling, she quickly walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the forehead, “I’ll be out for a bit,” she said, chuckling as her hand quickly squeezed my erection through my pants, “Oh! Looks like it worked better than I thought it would! See you, baby!”

And with that, she left, and I was left there stunned in the kitchen. Did… did that really just happen? Did mom flash her breasts at me? Did she… did she really grope my penis through my pants. As if in answer, I could feel my dick pulse eagerly as the memory of her hand over me flashed again and again in my mind.

I groaned, baring my teeth. No, I couldn’t possibly-! Shaking my head, I rushed to my room and yanked down my pants. My penis was still hard and aching from when mom touched it. I’m ashamed to admit what I’ve done. As I stroked myself I imagined it was her hand doing so.

Mom, still in that dress of hers, was standing over me. Her hand, much softer and skilled than mine, was rubbing my penis. As much as I wanted to imagine literally anything else, I couldn’t get the image out of my head, couldn’t imagine anything else other than her hand moving faster and faster, her breasts jiggling slightly with each movement until-!

With a shaky gasp, I came. I sighed, shivering, wondering what on earth was wrong with me? I shouldn’t have done that, I really shouldn’t. On my nightstand, my phone buzzed.

Emily: Yo, how are things holding up back home?

I couldn’t tell what just happened. If I did that, suddenly it would become too real. Still, I hesitated as I tried to figure out what to type out. Maybe mom was feeling something after what happened last night, something that affected her head, maybe? There was no way she would act like that.

But… why did I respond the way I did? Maybe there was something wrong with me, too?

Me: Everything’s all good here.

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Emily came back before mom did. The sun was still out, although it was getting darker out. Emily was still laughing, telling me about all the fun stuff she and her friends got up to on their day out. I grunted and nodded along, wondering if I should tell her about what happened while she was gone, or if I should tell her about how different mom had been acting.

“Something wrong, Gary?” Emily asked.

“Why you ask?”

Emily rolled her eyes, “You’ve been unusually quiet right now, come on, I know you, definitely would’ve laughed at how hard Chris embarrassed himself today or would’ve asked some questions about what happened several times already. Come on, I know you, what’s wrong?”

My throat was dry when I swallowed. Maybe if she was here, she also would’ve noticed how off mom has been acting today. Perhaps whatever happened last night was to blame for all this and we should drag mom to the hospital or something before things get out of hand. Besides, she was Emily’s mom too, and Emily deserves to know what’s been going on.

“I noticed mom’s been acting strange today,” I began. Emily listened as I explained what happened when I went to make myself lunch, how mom was more… flirtatious to say the least and seemed determined to make me as uncomfortable as possible. Obviously, I left out how I got hard from her and what I did after she left.

When I finished, Emily looked worried, she sighed, “Alright, I think… I think tomorrow I’ll try to convince her to come to the hospital,” she shook her head, “I am not looking forward to that,” she looked at me, “Do you want to come? I understand if not, considering what happened to you today.”

I shook my head, “I’ll come,” I replied, “I’m worried about her too, you know?”

Emily nodded, “Alright then… tomorrow… w-we…. W-w-will…”

I rushed forward as Emily nearly fell from her feet. I caught her before she hit the ground, “Emily!” I shouted, “What’s wrong? You alright?”

Emily nodded sluggishly, “I’m fine… just…” I helped as she struggled to her feet, “just got really tired all of a sudden. Can y-you help me to my bed? I think I-I’ll take a nap.”

“Did you party too hard or something?” I asked, helping her to her room.

Emily shrugged, too tired to reply. She was practically asleep when I tucked her into bed. I hope that, whatever that was, Emily recovers it just fine. Last thing I want is for her to be feeling bad while mom’s also acting strange. Than again, at least this will be a good excuse to take mom to the hospital as well.

I sighed as I made my back to the living room, wondering just what I could do about what’s been happening. Almost an hour passed and I heard the door open, it was mom. She sighed as she kicked the sandals off her feet. “I'm home,” she called, “got a few numbers as well! Some cute guys and girls!”

“Emily’s not feeling too good,” I said.

“What happened?” mom asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied, “we were talking in the kitchen earlier when she nearly fainted. I helped her to her bed and she pretty much fell asleep instantly. I think we should take her to the hospital tomorrow.”

“Maybe,” mom replied. I heard walking over to me, bare feet slapping the wooden floor, “although if anything, it’s you I’m the most worried about.”

“Me?” I asked.

Mom appeared before me, smiling. She leaned down until her face was right in front of mine. Those green eyes stared into mine, and once again, I felt that there was something off about them, there was something glinting in there that shouldn’t be. “Yes,” she replied, “you. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me today, and I have to say I find it a little concerning that you reacted this way from your own mother.”

I felt my face burn. What? Yes, I’m not happy with how I reacted today, but it’s not like I did it on purpose! Besides, she was the one who flashed her breasts at me earlier today! “W-what are you talking about?” I asked, trying to get up.

“No you don’t!” Mom said, placing a hand firmly on my chest to prevent me from getting up, “you’re not allowed to leave until we talk about… it.”

“It?”

“Yes,” mom’s hand drifted from my chest to my pants. She rubbed between my legs, feeling the telltale bulge already beginning to form, “this.” Without further ado, she practically ripped my pants off me. I shouted, trying to struggle, but all that earned me was a solid backhanded slap to the face. Slap! “Don’t you dare fight me!” mom growled.

I sat there, stunned. She hit me. Mom had hit me before, when I was very young and misbehaving, but she’d never done so after I was five.

“There!” Mom chuckled, getting my underwear off as well. She giggled as she saw my half erect penis pointing at her, “Aww, is that all you’re working with, baby? Daddy was twice as big when he was your age.”

My throat was tight when I swallowed, unable to meet her eyes, my hands gripping the sofa tightly. She didn’t like talking about dad, none of us did. Why was she doing this? Any of this?

Mom tilted her head, humming slightly, “What’s the matter? Is my little baby shy? Oh, I know what will help you,” she said with a wicked grin, “give me just one moment.” before my eyes, mom unzipped the back of her dress and I watched as it slid off her body, pooling around her bare feet. My eyes widened as she stepped out of the dress, exposing more of herself to me.

She was wearing lingerie! They were black, and semi translucent. Her bra barely contained her freckled breasts and I could see her erect nipples through the fabric. Her panties formed a v shape around her waist and I could see she had shaved her public hair off entirely, and I could just barely make out her folds through the semi translucent fabric. Seeing mom like this, it had the obvious effect as my penis stretched to full height and was eagerly twitching up at her while I wanted nothing more than to vanish.

Mom applauded softly as she looked down at my penis, “Aww, so cute!” she said, “looks a lot more like daddy’s now!”

My face burned even hotter.

She reached out and, while I wanted to pull away, to stand up and rush out of there, my body wouldn’t listen to my head. I gasped as I felt her hand touch my penis, giving it a nice, firm squeeze along the shaft. This was the first time anyone except me had touched my penis, and mom knew how to do so as she slowly started pumping me. My body reacted accordingly, my penis pulsing in her grip.

“Look at you,” she whispered, “mommy’s little boy.”

I drew in a breath through clenched teeth as mom increased the pace, going faster, her thumb lightly teasing the head of my penis with each passing pump. Our eyes met, and I could feel the hunger in mom’s eyes, the wrongness was present as well. Still, while a part of me was screaming this was wrong, my body didn’t want to do anything that would stop this.

“I can feel it getting more and more excited,” mom continued, “do you want mom to continue to make you feel good?”

It took every bit of will I had to shake my head. I didn’t want this! None of this!

“Oh?” mom asked, removing her hand from my penis, “Alright then.”

I gasped, shuddering as her touch suddenly left. My penis still ached from being aroused and, as much as I hated to do this, I needed release. Mom grabbed my hands before I could reach down and pinned my hands to my sides.

“No you don’t,” mom said, “you’re not allowed to touch yourself anymore. Now, do you want me to make you feel good or do you want to be blue balled?”

I swallowed, struggling to stop the tears, “Please touch me.”

Mom shook her head, “Not good enough. Beg properly. Call me mommy, just like you used to.”

My penis twitched from her words alone, “Please touch me, please make me feel good, mommy!”

Mommy smiled and removed her hands from my wrists. “Very well, even if you’ve been bad today, I’ll give you something you don’t deserve.” Her hands went to my penis, one hand started at the top before sliding all the way to the base, as soon as her hand made it to the bottom, her other started at the top and did the same thing, alternating hands each time they made it to the bottom.

I drew a deep breath, squirming from her touch as she continued stroking me, the feeling of it never going away as she kept going. Mommy giggled, continuing to stroke me, switching it up as one hand went to play with my testicles, squeezing them gently as her other hand played with the head of my penis, smearing pre-cum all over the head.

“Do you want to touch mommy?” she asked.

I nodded, reaching out.

Mom swatted my hand away before it got too close, “I wasn’t giving you permission,” she said, “I just wanted to see how much of a bad boy you were. Yes, you’ve been bad, lusting over your own mom like this.” Her hand shifted to my shaft, squeezing me slightly as she stroked up and down, twisting slightly while her other hand tightened over my balls, “Do you know what mommy’s had to do to provide for you and your sister?” mommy shook her head, tsk-ing softly, “And you still want more? Looks like I raised a spoiled brat.”

She quickened her pace, causing me to squirm. Her fingers squeezed my balls while her other hand continued stroking. No, there wasn't any way this was real!

“So spoiled,” Mommy whispered, “you won't even look at me as I'm doing this for you. Look at me!”

I did as I was told, forcing myself to look into her eyes which felt like there was someone else staring back at me. My gaze faltered, I couldn't do it. There was no way I could look at her as she did this to me. My eyes instead fell lower, mesmerized by her breasts and how they jiggled slightly with every stroke. Mommy noticed and quickened, leaning forward so I could better see her freckled breasts as they jiggled with every movement.

I gasped, my body arching off the couch sharply as orgasm came, squirting out thick ropes all over mommy’s breasts. Mommy’s smile vanished, her hand on my balls turned into an iron grip.

“You little brat!” mommy snarled, ignoring my pleas as she milked every last drop from me to the point of hypersensitivity, “I didn’t say you could cum on me.” she slapped me hard after she milked the last bits of sperm from my quickly deflating cock, “Lick it up! Now!”

I hesitated briefly, and flinched when she swiftly brought up her hand again. I practically lunged at her, my hands licking up the remains of my own orgasm from her body. My tongue traced the swell of her breasts, tasting her flesh as well as my own jizz. I’m ashamed of this, but I felt my penis twitch back to life slightly as I licked up the last on my cum that landed on her stomach.

“Look at you,” mommy growled, gripping my penis roughly, “already getting hard again? Pathetic.” She shoved me back on the couch and shot me a hateful glare as she picked up her dress. I almost didn’t recognize her eyes at that moment, it was like they belonged to someone else entirely, “I better not hear you jerking off tonight, goodnight.”

I sat there, stunned, left in my own mess after mommy left. I wasn’t aware I was crying until the tears fell on the floor. What on earth happened? Why did mommy do any of that? Why did I let her do that to me?

To be continued