CONTENT WARNING: This work of erotic fiction features the use of bodysuits to allow a male character to done the likeness of a female character. Other Content Includes, but are not limited to: Incest, Identity Thief/Impersonation, Both implied and non-implied acts of non-Consensual Sex, Futanari (Characters with female appearances and both male and female genitalia), abuse (physical and emotional)

Further disclaimers can be found in the description below. And with all that said, please enjoy Imposter Mommy.

The morning sun shone into Deina’s room. The mother of two loves the sun waking her in the morning. The warmth beaming to greet her as if the day could not begin without first seeing her.

Right now, her son, Joshua, felt no different.

On a typical morning, Joshua would awake an anxious mess. He would fall asleep after his mother hounded him about going to college and wake up to thoughts of having his allowance cut off and needing a job.

Not that his mother gave him much compared to his sister.

But today, those thoughts melted away with the embrace of sunlight bathing his bedroom.

Joshua smiled with his full lips. The weight on his chest was a pleasurable feeling. He could feel his nipple hardening and a tent pitching in the silk sheets just below his narrow waist.

He stretched his arms and legs in bed, using his feet to pull the silk sheets from his body slowly, unveiling the lingerie he had changed into after his shower the night before.

The lacy set’s nipple slits let Joshua feel the silk brush against his nipples, and the matching crotchless panties gave him easy access to his throbbing dick, already coated in cum from the wet dream the sun woke him from.

He reached with his motherly hand, pumping his incongruous man meat with perfectly manicured fingers. His cum lubricated his hand while reaching a finger with his other hand to rub against his clitoral hood gently.

Joshua loved this foreign feeling like he was being fucked in reverse. He could feel himself being fucked by his own dick. The way it parted his pussy lips, his fabricated tits started to leak milk just as they were designed.

He drank from one of his tits—the more synthetic breast milk leaked out, the more aroused he became, causing him to suckle on his nipple more, causing him to lactate more.

Joshua’s mind was going blank from the endless arousal and pleasure feedback loop.

Minutes later, Joshua was covered in his own fluids, from his soft chin to his flat lower abdomen.

He sat up to look at his mother in the mirror. The Deina looking back at him, had a satisfied smile, happy with her messy appearance. Giddy that her son was controlling her every movement.

The Deina in the mirror ran her fingers against the cum on her stomach before licking her fingers clean.

That’s when Joshua’s phone chimed. He received a text message from his best friend, Rodger. ‘I just sent her my strip tease.’

The seductive smile Deina’s reflection made slowly curled into a mischievous grin.

***

Victoria felt a deep shame as her mind came to wake. She could feel her fingers in her shorts which had become damp while she slept. She had changed from the clothes she had made a mess of last night into a fresh cami-shorts combo. But now it was like this again….

Victoria has always been in control. She could have anything she wanted from anyone she wanted. That’s what she told herself.

She was absolutely mortified with herself. Not once had she ever felt that way about her mother. She hadn’t thought about any other woman that way since Emily started sending her nudes and other sexy selfies.

I wanna finger myself to Emily’s cute, innocent face. Victoria whined to herself. Since we met just before we entered high school, I’ve wanted to bury those lusciously lovely lips in me.

Victoria parted the lips of her pussy as she slid a pair of fingers deep inside her. She pictured Emily wearing the lingerie she would buy for her girlfriend. It would tightly hug her body, exposing her most delicate feature, showing off what she hid underneath her one-piece to no one else.

Those motherly breasts that she used to feed me with…

Victoria’s eyes shot open as she realized she was masturbating to her mother again.

“What’s wrong with me…?” Victoria whimpered.

Victoria’s thoughts were a mess.

This was all Emily’s fault, she told herself. If Emily didn’t keep holding out on her, she wouldn’t think of her mother this way. She could be happy fucking Emily.

If that slut Emily wasn’t always teasing me… Victoria continued rationalizing her thoughts, justifying her that it wasn’t her fault.

Still not satisfied, Victoria changed her attention to her laptop.

Booting it up, she quickly checked to see if Emily had sent her any new pictures. There were two.

That’s not enough. Victoria grimaced and sent her girlfriend a DM.

‘Send more pics whore!’

Minutes later, Victoria received a video. Emily had never sent her a video before. From the thumbnail alone, her heart started racing with excitement. She reached for a dildo and watched as the Emily in the video was dressed in her usually innocent-looking one-piece.

Reaching behind her, Emily undid her zipper, letting the dress fall to the floor. She wore a complete ensemble, the lingerie set Victoria bought her for her birthday, even though Emily said she didn’t want it.

Victoria slid her panties down, leaving them to hang off one of her ankles as she spread her legs. She ran the length of the dragon dick dildo along her wet folds.

“Victoria! What are you doing?!”

Emily jerked around quickly to see her mother standing in her doorway.

“M-mom?! W-why, why didn’t you knock?!”

“Don’t try to turn this around on me, young lady,” Deina stormed over to her daughter’s laptop and slammed it shut. “Since you can’t seem to keep those legs of your closed, I’ll be taking your laptop from you as well.”

Victoria didn’t understand. Her mother never took an interest in her sexual activity before. Victoria was embarrassed, ashamed even, that her mother walked in on her. But first, her cellphone and now her laptop; Victoria didn’t understand why this was happening to her.

“You never cared before. Why are you punishing me now?!” Victoria finally protested.

“I never thought I had to say anything. You were always such a good little girl, but now I see I’ve spoiled you too much. I’m sorry, sweetie, but it’s your fault that Mommy has to do this.”

That was all Deina said, storming out of Victoria’s room just as suddenly as she stormed in.

***

It took some time, but hunger eventually got the better of Victoria. Her thoughts were a mess. She felt like she was having whiplash like everything that’s happened since her mother came home early from her trip has been a joke.

It was the smell of home-cooked pancakes and eggs that made those terrifying thoughts fade away. Deina has just finished cooking and setting a table for two.

“Good morning, sweetie. I see you finally decided to join Mommy for breakfast.”

Victoria hesitantly stepped to the dining table where she would usually sit. Her mother was already seated with a smile, watching Victoria as she acted like a cautious kitten approaching a human with food for the first time.

“Are you not feeling well, sweetheart? You look pale.”

The worried tone her mother spoke with. Victoria was familiar with it. That understanding and comforting tone was how her mother spoke when Victoria would come home after nothing went her way that day.

Which, from anyone else’s perspective, meant at least one thing didn’t go the way she wanted it to.

“No, Mom… everything is fine,” Victoria pouted.

Joshua drank deeply of her bratty pout. The look on her face as her cheeks became puffy and her eyes started to tear.

Victoria took her first bit, and despite its delicious taste, it conflicted with what she felt. That’s when the person she believed to be her mother leaned over to her.

Victoria almost jumped as she felt her mother’s overwhelming bosom press into her arm but was stopped as her mother embraced her, stroking her head gently.

This was the mother Victoria knew. The mother who would spoil her, coddled her, tell her that everything would be fine.

Not that other woman. The woman who would take her phone. The woman who would take her laptop. The woman you would gently touch her breasts…

“By the way, I decided we would go out for dinner tonight. One of Mommy’s old friends is in town, and I thought we could eat somewhere nice.”

The sudden string of normal conversation continued to ease Victoria. It would happen from time to time. Her mother would bring her old friends and former colleagues on lavish dinner dates.

Victoria herself had come to enjoy them over the years. As a child, she always hated going, but as she grew older, she came to love how the older women would shower her with praise, give her gifts, and, most of all, envy her.

“Where are we eating at?”

“Mor Datter Kærlighed.” Deina said with a sense of pride. Victoria could only feel surprised.

In the past, Victoria’s mother always complained about how Mor Datter Kærlighed would always turn down her last-minute reservations. It was the only place that ever had.

It also had the reputation of being the number-one restaurant in the country. Famous for its recreation and innovation of European cuisine, beautiful scenery, and impeccable service.

Victoria couldn’t help but feel happy for her mother. Her mother’s victories were her victories.

“So I also thought we should go shopping to celebrate. I was thinking a new dress was in order to celebrate.”

Victoria could feel all her previous worries fading away. She had been buying her girlfriend so many gifts recently that she had to skip out on a dress she had seen recently.

***

The mother and daughter spent the rest of their morning, going into the afternoon, at the Mall Galliera.

Deina stepped out of the dressing room wearing a green medusa biggie sleeveless midi dress that complemented her eyes, and wore a wide belt around the waist of the dress helped to accentuate her figure.

Few found it hard to believe the tall domineering mother was already forty-eight years old.

Fewer still would believe that the person wearing the dress was the scrawny, underweight young man, Joshua.

“You look great, Mom.”

“Not as lovely as you, dear.” Those words were like honey to Victoria’s ears. She loved praise—worship—more than anything in the world.

Victoria, herself, was currently dressed in a blue one-shoulder ruched minidress lined with blue sapphires to bring out her eyes. The dress continued down, hugged around her wide hips with the hem coming just high enough to reveal the perfect amount of her long, unblemished legs.

After picking out an assortment of jewelry and accessories for their new evening gowns, the two returned to the changing rooms.

But before entering the stalls that still had their clothes, Deina suggested to her daughter that they leave their new evening gowns on the rack, so the staff could get to work on tailoring them right away while they changed back into the clothes they came in with.

Victoria thought it was odd, but they were cutting it close to their dinner date with her mother’s friend. The store attendant serving them also looked surprised, but as Deina smiled at the attendant, she relented and decided it was fine.

The mother and daughter left their new clothes on the rack for the attendant to collect and pass off to the tailor for fitting, leaving the mother and daughter exposed in their G-string panties.

Victoria eagerly rushed to her stall. She was worried her mother would see her nipples again. What if they become hard? What would Mom do if she saw my hard nipples again? I wouldn’t be able to help it. The Mall Galleria kept their stores cold!

Victoria left so suddenly that she failed to notice her mother’s erect nipples. Joshua lifted a hand to his breast to gently massage them as he walked into his stall.

Joshua loved watching porn of women’s breasts dribbling milk from their tits, and now he could do it with his own motherly mammaries almost on command.

“Mommy left you a gift in there. Make sure you wear it. Otherwise, naughty little girls will need to be punished~.” Joshua called out to his little sister with a hint of teasing in his mother’s voice.

Victoria could feel herself becoming flustered at her mother’s words. Right now, she just wanted to be wearing a bra.

She reached for her pile of clothes but quickly realized they weren’t the clothes she walked into the Galleria with.

Victoria even hesitated to call them clothes.

The three articles of cloth were composed of a tub-top that looked so small her breast would spill out, denim short shorts that would give everyone one a peak at her firm round butt cheeks, and a pair of fishnet stockings.

Among the clothes was a panty vibrator with a magnetic clip.

“Do you like what Mommy prepared for you?” Victoria heard her mother call out again. Victoria nearly jumped out of her skin.

Is this really what Mommy—Mom—! Wanted me to wear?!

Victoria’s thoughts were becoming a whirlwind of fear and arousal. There was no way her mother wanted to see her in this.

“I’m really looking forward to seeing you in it, honey~.” Her mother said in a low sultry voice, faintly carried between their two stalls.

The thoughts of rationality left Victoria’s mind. Even though she knew something wasn't right and she knew she should say something, her thoughts were consumed by sex.

Sex with her mother, with Emily, with the swim team back in high school when they would shower in the locker room, the attendant that waited on them hand and foot.

Victoria had to push aside her desires and left them as fantasies for so long that before she knew it, she was dressed like a cheap whore. A stark contrast from the million dollars she was wearing just minutes ago.

As she buttoned the denim booty shorts, the panty vibrator turned on. It softly massaged her clit as she quietly let out an involuntary moan.

She heard her mother’s stall door open as her heel clacked around until Deina stood before Victoria’s stall.

“Do you like it? Let Mommy see.” Deina said, hiding her anticipation behind motherly joy.

Victoria turned the lock on the stall, but her mother swung the door open before she could open it herself.

Her mother’s joyful smile twisted into disappointment and fury. Deina marched into the stall as Victoria took a nervous step back, almost tripping over herself.

Her mother closed the stall door and locked it again.

“I try to surprise you with a beautiful necklace, and this is how you treat me?!” Deina spat at her daughter.

Victoria could feel the mess of anxiety and whirlwind of fear choking out her breath as she saw her mother’s red, crying face.

“Why are you dressed like some whore! You’re my daughter, and I’ve tried so hard to give you so much, and this is how you thank me?!”

Victoria’s mother took another step closer, then another, each step echoing loudly throughout the stall. Victoria stumbled backward, her soft round bottom landing on the hard bench behind her.

Her mother raised her hand and slapped Victoria across her cheek.

Victoria didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what to do. Her mother never hit her before. The sting was unbearable.

Her mother leaned in again, and she didn’t even realize she flinched as her mother embraced her. Her mother gently caressed the cheek she had just slapped, comforting her daughter.

Victoria was still in such a daze that she didn’t even realize her mother’s other hand was groping her breasts. Eventually, it was the slowly increasing intensity of the vibrator that brought her back to reality.

Her mother had been speaking the entire time, but Victoria only heard the latter end as she regained her senses.

“Please don’t make me do this to you, sweetie. Mommy hates seeing her precious little girls being hurt. I don’t want to do this to you.” Deina was crying as she stroked her daughter’s lovely long blond hair.

Deina kissed her daughter on the cheek, almost like a mother would for cuts and bruises, making the pain disappear. Deina then kissed her daughter’s lips. Her mother’s tongue pushed into her mouth, inviting her tongue to dance.

The vibrator’s intensity grew with the passion of her mother’s love. Just as Victoria could feel her body tense, the vibrator turned off, and her mother wiped away her tears as she exited the stall.

Was… was I dreaming? Did Mommy really just kiss me? I could feel her tongue in my mouth, but when did she start? When did she stop? Victoria felt like she was going insane.

Victoria couldn’t stay in these clothes any longer. She didn’t want to make her mother sad anymore. She didn’t want her mother to be mad anymore. Victoria wanted her mother to praise her like she always would. To say she was beautiful, bright, and wonderful.

Victoria peaked out from her stall wearing only her G-string again. She looked around to find that her mother wasn’t there. It took some time, but Victoria soon realized that the number on her stall was different from the one she took her clothes off in.

She didn’t know how she could make such a mistake. There were many stalls lining the dressing room, each of them numbered. Victoria thought she had stepped into the correct stall, but after finding the correct number, she found her clothes sitting just as she had left them.

Next to her clothes was a gorgeous necklace. The one that her mother was referring to. A card came with it that read ‘for my special little angel.’

***

The drive to Mor Datter Kærlighed was a quiet one. Victoria gazed out from inside her mother’s Mercedes. Now that her dress had been tailored to fit her perfectly, Victoria looked even more beautiful than when she tried it on.

Even though Victoria was just going through the motions, she applied her makeup perfectly and wore the necklace Deina—Joshua bought for her. Vitoria’s resting bitch face and elegant air contrasted with what she was feeling.

The mother and daughter stepped out of the Mercedes, and Joshua—Deina passed the keys to a valet.

The two lovely ladies entered the restaurant and were escorted to their table by the window. Or, more accurately, a wall made entirely of clear glass that overlooked a beautiful garden when lavish patrons pursue the garden with their partners and dinner dates.

The two took their seats across from one another. The server had prepared water for them before asking what they would like to drink.

“I’ll have the Veuve Clicquot Brut Yellow Label Champagne,” Deina started. “And please leave the bottle. It’s my friend’s favorite, and I hope to surprise her.”

The server nodded and turned his attention to Victoria. Victoria didn’t smile, and she maintained her pouty, bitch face. Victoria continued gazing across the garden before saying, “The Veuve Clicquot Brut sounds lovely. Please prepare me a glass, same as my mother.”

That was how Victoria acted when in the public scene. She loved feeling above it all. Her composure and beauty attracted the gaze of even the most faithful husband. Even the men who caught her gaze from the garden below were bewitched by her beauty.

It was here that Victoria could feel herself again. She looked forward to the praise her mother’s friend would shower her with, how the older woman would envy Victoria’s youth.

The server returned with a bottle of champagne placed in an ice basket. The server opened the bottle and poured the two ladies a glass before returning the bottle to the basket.

“Thank you for bringing me with you, Mother.” Victoria was feeling at ease as her mother seemed normal again.

“Nonsense, I love showing off my perfect daughter,” There it was, the words Victoria was hoping to hear all day. “But make sure you behave yourself. I don’t want you embarrassing Mommy like you did earlier today.”

The restaurant goers and admirers from the garden below were blind to what Joshua noticed then—a crack in Victoria’s façade.

Victoria held herself back from letting her eyes go wide or tremble. It was made more difficult as she felt her mother’s nylon-clad foot brush against her bare legs.

“Mo—!”

“Deina, it’s so good to see you again!” Victoria was interrupted by a young woman who approached their table.

The young woman looked to be in her twenties. Not much older than Victoria. She had dark skin and red eyes, and her long black hair had become bent from wearing it in a ponytail without taking care of her hair first or after.

She probably wears her hair in a ponytail to bed, too. Victoria thought.

She wore a sparkling red strapless open-back dress that hugged around her curves and pushed up her tantalizing cleavage. She was gorgeous, but not anyone Victoria’s mother would care to know.

“Daphnee, I’m so happy you could take the time to reconnect.”

Victoria was dumbstruck as her mother stood from the table to embrace the dark-skinned woman. The kind of person her mother told her and Joshua to never associate with.

Doubling her shock was what her mother said next.

“Victoria, this is Daphnee. She was my senior back in your mother’s boarding school days and a close friend.”

She’s older than me?!

Deina and Daphnee embraced before giving each other a greeting kiss and took their seat next to one another.

Victoria’s eyes were downcast. She couldn’t face the sight before her.

Deina and Daphnee pretended not to notice Victoria’s mood. The two mothers continued their casual chatter as Daphnee—Rodger’s dad, passed Deina—Joshua a capsule to slip into Victoria’s drink.

“Your daughter is so lovely, Deina. I’m jealous of her hair.”

“Isn’t she? She’s my pride and joy, after all.”

Deina poured her friend a glass before holding her own for a toast. Daphne raised hers, and the two women waited for Victoria.

When her mother rubbed her leg again, she remembered where she was and saw the two women before her. Victoria hurriedly raised her glass, and the girls toasted to their evening and savored the champagne.

The evening went on, food was served, the three ladies made small talk, and from any onlooker, it was a lovely evening between family and friends.

Victoria became increasingly aroused as her mother teased her tight with her nylon stockings. Victoria had almost dropped her silverware multiple times and had to drown her moaning in more champagne.

Why is Mommy doing this? I—no, I can’t let anyone know. I can’t make Mommy angry again.

Victoria struggled to keep her composure as she set her plan aside, having finished her meal. That’s when she noticed the panty vibrator in her purse.

D-did I end up keeping it?

Victoria couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mother, Ms. Daphnee, if I may be excused.” Victoria stood from the table and grabbed her purse.

“Of course, dear. Did you need us to go with you?”

“N-no, I’ll be alright!” Victoria almost blurted out.

Deina and Daphnee watched as Victoria escaped to the bathroom.

“Do you think it’s working?” Victoria’s mother spoke.

“Emily tells me he gave her a dose the same day she last saw you. And she took another dose just now.”

Rodger’s father was a bioengineer who loved to watch his experiments in the wild, from the bodysuits to the subtle alterations in someone’s hormones.

Daphnee was more than eager to help his son and his son’s best friend when he was told he could gather live research data.

One such experiment reignited the hormone development process that a person experiences during their sexual development stages, the hormones that develop a person’s sexual desires, fetishes, and kinks.

Victoria was none the wiser as she entered the luxurious marble bathroom. Satisfied that she didn’t see anyone fixing their makeup, she went to the furthest stall.

Victoria leaned against the door, raised the hem of her mini-dress, and dropped her panties to her ankles. The vibrator suddenly turned on, and she pressed it against the pink wet folds of her femininity, going from the base up to her clit.

She held the vibrator against her clit, and she stifled a moan by biting down on her lip.

Victoria wanted this. She’s wanted this since she woke up this morning. Determined not to be interrupted this time, Victoria slid two fingers into her labia, spreading the walls as she pushed deeper.

She continued to finger fuck herself while she ran the vibrator across her stomach, nipples, and back to her clit.

It was finally here—the release denied to Victoria multiple times today.

She pushed back against the door, pressing her high heels into the marble floor. She didn’t care who heard her at this point. She let out a long, pleasurable moan as the cascade of pleasure came one after another.

Moments later, the bathroom stall was a mess.

***

Victoria eventually returned to the table. Looking a little worn out, her mother was worried and asked if she was alright.

Victoria assured her mother that she was fine. She couldn’t tell either woman that she kept the panty vibrator on after leaving the restroom. Let alone hint to her mother that she still had it at all.

Deina and her friend continued to chat like any other night of friends catching up and finding joy in each other’s company.

Eventually, it became late, and Daphnee said farewell while the mother and daughter waited for the valet to bring the Mercedes around.

Joshua was satisfied with how he recreated all the ways his mother made his life a living hell when she would become disappointed in him.

The quiet car rides home from school, how she would slap him for getting anything less than an A grade, blaming him, telling Joshua that it was his fault that his mother acted the way he did.

When Victoria and her mother stepped into the car, Deina became quiet. Victoria wanted to say something, but as she did, the vibrator jolted, causing her to recoil. She held her mouth, hoping her mother didn’t notice.

Victoria was paranoid as she thought about how her mother might hear the vibrator over the quiet electric car.

Joshua remained quiet the entire ride home, leaving Victoria to her merciless thoughts.

Once they returned home, Victoria immediately escaped to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.

Joshua was pleased with himself as he brought the bottle of champagne to his bedroom. He sauntered up the stairs, swaying his motherly hips as he did, taking in the day now left behind him.

He still needed to do one last thing before the night was over.

Joshua reached his manicured fingers into the nape of his neck as he peeled away at the seam of the Deina bodysuit. His mother’s face distorted, and her breasts and hips deflated as Joshua pulled himself free from the inside of the suit.

He wanted to kick the second skin aside like a cheap suit but placed it away carefully as he pulled out another folded bundle of silicone flesh.

This bodysuit came in two parts; the mask with long blond hair, a cute face, and a button nose. And the body that was a bit more narrow than his mother’s.

Victoria had never had children before, so her breasts hadn’t had a chance to swell, but since his little sister’s overall shape was smaller, it made her breasts just as pronounced.

Joshua had always been scrawny. He blamed half on genetics and the other on his mother not feeding him breakfast or dinner on some days. But that just meant he had an easier time fitting into these suits than Rodger did.

He aligned the Victoria bodysuit with his own, encasing himself inside before donning the mask.

“Ah, Ah~” Joshua tested his voice. It rang slightly higher than their mothers with a charm to it.

He then made a sigh, “But I’m not charming. Bitchy is more my style.” He said to himself. Even though he sighed, he mimicked Victoria’s air from the restaurant and could feel the bodysuit responding to him.

He then looked over at this sister’s laptop with a seductive grin. “Hello, internet. I hope you’re ready because your new favorite camgirl, Vivi, is about to take the stage.”