Story Tags: [Bodyswap][Cheating][Incest]

Chapter Tags: [Shower][Blowjob][Cumshot][Swallow]

This story is being concurrently released by me, drippingink42 (Laura Rice), on other platforms as part of my Falling Heavens Erotica collection. I thought this might be of some interest to people here, let me know what you think of it!

Corey groaned as he rolled over in bed, slowly getting up. He didn't wake up in a panic and knew he wasn't in his body, but it still felt uncomfortable and wrong. The severity of the change hit him, sinking in that he'd lost nearly twenty five years of his life when he became his mother along with all the muscle mass he'd built up at the gym over the years. Aching, he stretched and stood up, putting on a snug set of bra and panties.

It wasn't that his mom was fat, he considered as he looked in the mirror. It was more an issue that she hadn't taken care of herself, and everything was a bit softer than it should have been. Corey poked his head out of the master bedroom, and upon spying no one around, walked through the house to the garage. There sat his workout equipment, ready to be used by his old male body. He frowned, wondering if his mom was going to be getting exercise, or if Corey would have to catch back up after they swapped back.

He hopped on the treadmill and turned it on, nearly immediately getting swept off his feet by the high speed it was set to. "Fuck," he mumbled, "Why is it up so high?" It dawned on him that this was his normal running speed, something his mother's early-forty year old body wouldn't be able to keep up with. After dialing down the settings to a more comfortable pace, he finally got going.

Every little movement of his body was causing a distraction. Never before had Corey dealt with substantial ass cheeks sliding against each other while also bouncing and shaking behind him. Speaking of bouncing though, his ass was nothing compared to his chest. His bra did a decent enough job holding everything in place, but his mom's breasts were so large that they had their own momentum with every step he took. It was exhausting trying to keep up with them, and at one point Corey resorted to holding his chest while running to try and keep things stable.

By the end of half an hour, Corey was exhausted; panting and dripping with sweat, he climbed off the machine and staggered back into the cool air conditioning of the house. A shower, he decided, would be the perfect thing to start the day. Practically drooling at the thought of the cool water relaxing his muscles, he made his way to the bathroom and slipped in to start the shower. A few minutes into the shower, the door to the bathroom clicked shut. Corey froze, hesitating before calling out.

"Who's there?"

"It's just me," his former male voice answered, sounding bored. The sounds of a guy using the restroom first thing in the morning filled the air. It was hard to believe it was Vanessa, his mom, acting like such a guy already.

Corey sneered at the noise, "Do you really have to do that while I'm in here?"

The toilet flushed, and there was a moment's silence. "Why? Does it bother you? Besides, it's not like we have anything to hide from each other." Suddenly the shower curtain pulled open, and there was Vanessa peering in. "Hurry up, I need to clean up."

Corey rolled his eyes, trying to pull the curtain shut again. To his dismay, his mother had a better grip on it and the strength to back it up. "You can wait, just let me finish up."

"You're going to take all the hot water, ugh. Here, just move over." Suddenly, Vanessa climbed into the shower with a grunt, her naked body pressed close against Corey's in the cramped space. Immediately, as if by instinct, Corey's hands flew up into position to cover his breasts and pussy from the intruder.

"Hey, get out!"

"No!" His mom sounded indignant, almost irritated to be bossed around. "Just pass me the soap and we'll get this over with."

Corey raised a brow, glancing up and down at Vanessa. She was rock hard, and grabbing the soap would mean turning his back to her and moving one of her hands away from her body and exposing herself. "No. Get out, I'm not kidding around."

Vanessa groaned, rolling her eyes. "You think I'm going to do something stupid like that?" A blush raced across her face as she thought of something, but she shook her head. "Look, I'll just grab the soap." She took a step forward, then another as Corey pressed himself against the back wall of the tiny shower. Their bodies pressed close together, Corey biting his lip as his mom's hard cock pressed between his thighs. Finally, after an excruciatingly long couple of seconds she grabbed the bottle of soap and backed off, letting him take a deep breath.

"What the fuck was that?" Corey gasped, glaring at his mother.

To her credit, she tried to look mostly innocent - save for the twitching cock still pointing at her son. "You didn't get out of my way," she drawled, dragging out the last word. "Not my fault." Vanessa pumped some soap onto her hands and started lathering up, coating her body in suds. "So, are you going to work today?"

Immediately, Corey's mind was distracted by the question. "Fuck... yeah, I guess I am. Any tips?"

Vanessa shrugged, looking her son in the eyes. "Just talk to Jamie, tell her you're having an off day. She'll cover for you and you can watch what she does and pick up the ropes. It's an easy job."

Corey nodded. "Thanks, I appreciate that." His guard faltered, and his hands had drifted down to his sides. Then he noticed how his mother was looking at him. He felt trapped, like a piece of meat before a predator. Something in her eyes glinted hungrily, and she took another step forward, immediately trapping Corey against the wall again. He could feel her hard cock - his as of two days ago - slip between his thighs again, more easily this time thanks to the suds. "What are you doing?" he whispered, breathily.

Vanessa lifted a hand, cupping the side of Corey's breasts. "You know, you're pretty hot. I never noticed how I looked before, but now..." She pressed close, forcing her mouth on top of Corey's. Roughly kissing him despite him just standing there shocked, her hands groped his chest.

The shock wearing off, Corey grabbed hold of his mom by the shoulder and pushed her off of him. "No," he said firmly, his maternal voice kicking in. "I don't know what's gotten into your head, but we agreed we weren't going to do anything with anyone. That especially counts for each other. We're mother and son, for fuck's sake!"

As though a spell had broken, Vanessa staggered backwards. "I... Fuck, I don't know..." Suddenly she got out of the shower, still covered in soap. The bathroom door swung open and shut again. Corey sighed, looking down at his own curvy body, handprints of suds slowly dripping off him. Tears formed in his eyes, but he managed to keep himself together.

"Fuck, that was close." he whispered. "Any further, she would have just..." The thought unsettled Corey. It was clear his mother was going through things, suddenly in a younger body with more energy and raging hormones, but to come onto him like that? It was uncomfortable to think about. With a meditative quietness, Corey finished up his shower and started getting ready for work.

***

"Oh, hey Vanessa! Feeling better?"

Corey looked at the woman greeting him at the front desk of his mother's work. "Oh, hey Jamie," he said, trying to remain calm. He took a seat next to her and sighed. "I wasn't sick, just some personal stuff came up."

"Is it the divorce?" Corey's jaw hit the floor, and Jamie just continued. "You knew it was coming, you told me it was any day now the paperwork would show up. So... did it show up?" Corey nodded, looking away. Suddenly, there was a pair of breasts in his face as his mom's coworker was hugging him tightly. "I was so worried about you," she went on, not letting go. "You're going to be ok, right? How's Corey handling things?"

After a long hug, Corey was finally given space to breathe. He thought about how to answer Jamie's question, how was 'Corey' handling things? "Oh, he's going to be fine. He's a bit... moody... but otherwise he's figuring things out."

"'Moody', huh? Well, sounds like he needs to get laid."

Corey groaned; Jamie was likely closer to the truth than she realized. The fact of the matter was, even he was feeling a need that wasn't going away. This morning - as terrifying and powerless as he had felt - had left him hungry for someone's attention. It wasn't like he could go hang out with his girlfriend, or do anything like that. He remembered that Tyler would be spending the night... at least he'd have some company.

Jamie was just staring at him, and Corey realized he'd spaced out. He let out a light giggle, shaking his head as his long blonde hair flowed around his shoulders. "Sorry, I'm just out of it. It's been a long couple of days."

With a grin, Jamie waved him off. "Don't worry about it, I've got this today. Should be a slow day anyway. Just sit back and look pretty!"

True to her word, Jamie took care of nearly everything. Sure, Corey was expected to deal in the idle gossip of the workplace, but that was intriguing enough and kept his interest. By the end of the day, he'd even learned some of the tasks his mother was supposed to be handling and was working alongside Jamie, albeit at a slower pace.

It turned out, working with Jamie was admittedly fun. Sure it was still work, but it was more engaging than dull college classes he'd been attending previously. Jamie had a bubbly personality and tended to share stories excitedly, gesturing so wildly that her curly brown hair bounced and went wherever. Corey often found himself lost in her seagreen eyes, having to snap to attention and try and recover whatever pieces of the conversation he was missing. Honestly, Corey realized, she was someone he could find himself loving, if she wasn't as old as his mother and if he was back to being a guy. He could see why his mother spoke highly of Jamie, why they'd hung out and gone drinking together.

The clock counted down the minutes until five, when freedom would set free the office staff and he would be allowed to leave. He turned to see Jamie leaning forward in her chair, examining him as though he was some subject under a microscope being dissected.

"Something is different about you, Vanessa." Corey froze, eyeing up his mom's coworker. He thought he'd done a good enough job posing as her, that he would be able to avoid scrutiny. "Your energies are all off. It's like you're a whole different person today!"

Confused, he tilted his head and said, "Energies? What are you talking about?"

"Energies, like your life force and all that. You know what I mean!" After a long pause, Jamie frowned. "Look, I know you don't believe in it like I do, but look at the evidence. You come in to work and I need to teach you the basics like you haven't been here for five years? You talk to people here like you've never met them before, and you have been eating up the nonsense they've been rambling about way more than usual. Also, you usually do your makeup. Not much makeup, but a subtle touch whereas today, you've got nothing on." Jamie gave a knowing look. "Just saying, this divorce has messed you up more than you realized."

Stunned, Corey numbly nodded. "The divorce, yeah..." He trailed off, not wanting to say more. It seemed Jamie had already come up with her own answer to why he was acting unusual when compared to his mother's normal behavior. He sat there, listening to her continue to explain what must have happened to her psyche and all the damage Tyler must have caused.

At the mention of his father's name, Corey stood up mid-sentence, giving an apologetic smile. "I... I have plans tonight," he muttered, almost feeling ashamed to admit he was making plans with his own dad. "I gotta get going, but we'll continue this later, ok?"

Jamie nodded resolutely. "Don't worry, we'll get you back on track!" She practically cheered at Corey, and he felt a soothing wave of relief as he turned and headed out of the office and headed home. It wasn't fair to Jamie, he thought, that she was so close to the truth. He'd have to be better about talking with her, hearing her out.

Except... she'd been strangely close to figuring out what had happened. Did she know; had his mom let her know and they were just messing with him? No, that wouldn't make any sense. He had to trust that she didn't want her life a mess when they switched back, and wouldn't do anything with anyone that would make the two of them seem crazy. So it must have been the 'evidence' Jamie pointed out. Corey hoped that in the next few days - if he was still swapped that long - he'd be able to catch on and play the role of 'Vanessa' better. Some of it would just take time and adjustment, but one thing she had mentioned stood out to him.

Makeup. By default, Corey assumed he'd be lousy at it, after all, what guy is born good at makeup. He was an athlete, not a theater kid or something. Except now... Now he had a role to play, and part of that role was that everyone expected him to wear makeup. Corey sighed as he pulled into the driveway at home, noticing that Tyler's car was missing still. Perhaps he'd have enough time to start practicing makeup, so he could be ready for the next day of work?

Trusting his gut, Corey decided to risk it, and rushed upstairs to the vanity in the master bedroom. Even his mother seemed to be out, which would be for the better. He looked over the wide array of products - both strewn across the top of the desk and in the various drawers - that came in all forms. Brushes, sponges, creams, gels, sprays, sticks, powders, pencils, and more assorted items that boggled his mind.

Fortunately, he had a secret weapon. Looking up videos online that explained the basics of makeup, different steps and the order to apply everything. Corey let himself become engrossed in the task, finding it almost meditative. Sure, he had to pause and rewind each video several times, and he often had to remove and reapply parts of the makeup that he wasn't pleased with, but it started to come together.

By the end of his time, Corey found his hands moving naturally across his face, reaching for bottles and palettes and tubes he never knew the names of before - now naturally using them. He sat back, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked... Well, it was passable, at least, if not a little heavy. Tomorrow for work he'd use less, go for a more subdued look, he resolved.

"Ah, hi there Vanessa." Tyler's voice rang out clear across the room. "I didn't want to bother you while you're getting ready, but..." He paused as Corey turned to look over at him. "Oh, wow..." Slowly, he crossed the room as though anxious of scaring away his wife. "You haven't worn a look like that since when we went clubbing together."

Corey paused, confused. His parents... went clubbing? That was unlike anything he ever heard them doing. He looked up at his father, who was still studying his face. A rough, firm hand reached out from husband to wife, caressing a cheek that was burning red. "Do you... like it?" Corey whispered, uncertain why he was desperate for his father's answer.

Tyler, without hesitation whispered back, "I love it." He leaned in, kissing Corey on the lips. Corey let out a moan as he started to kiss back, feeling his dad invade his mouth with his thick, warm tongue. Down below, Corey could feel the empty feeling come back, and started thinking about something else that would be thick and warm.

The pair broke the kiss, both breathing heavily and watching each other. Tyler stood up slowly, and Corey's gaze flicked to the pants right in front of his face. "I..." Words failed him, as his hands drifted up to the crotch in front of him. His fingers grazed against the denim and he could feel the warmth within. Corey looked up, seeing his dad breathing heavily, eyes closed.

It was now or never, Corey thought. This was why he made the wish that had swapped their bodies, so that he could repair his parent's relationship - and part of that was restoring their sex life. Before he could waver on his commitment to his mission any further, Corey got to work undoing the belt buckle and pants in front of him. Within moments he had his fingers wrapped around both the pants and underwear of his father, and with one fluid movement he yanked down everything.

Like a loaded spring, Tyler's cock flew out into Corey's face. Corey gulped, looking at the massive manhood pointed directly at his face. It was intimidating, but at the same time strangely inviting. He leaned forward, giving the tip a soft kiss. It twitched and pressed against his lips, but otherwise it was an entirely normal feeling - normal, except for the excessive moan his father made.

"Ah, Vanessa..." he groaned. "I... I've missed us being together." A strong, heavy hand came to rest on the back of Corey's head, as though Tyler needed support and balance for what was to come. Corey thought for a moment back to the porn he'd watched, and what he would enjoy as the man in a situation like this. Corey kept a chuckle from rising up - his first sexual experience and it was giving his dad a blowjob while he was in his mom's body. Did that count as losing your virginity, he mused, before wrapping his lips around his dad's shaft.

Uncertain of what to do, Corey sucked a little bit, urged on by the moan that emanated from above him. Sucking along the hard shaft as he slid his mouth back and forth, Corey found himself bobbing his head on another man's cock. Back and forth he ran his head, his tongue working along the underside to get to the more tender flesh that was there.

A moan, a whimper, a gasp: a more experienced cocksucker would have recognized the signs from a mile away. But even as the pulsing length in his mouth jumped and moved about eagerly, nothing occurred to Corey until suddenly the hand on the back of his head gripped tightly. Corey tried to pull back, he didn't want to swallow cum on his first ever blowjob but it was too late. Tyler was too strong, and Corey's new body was too weak to resist him. Corey was pulled forward, his throat invaded and filled with his father's meat. He gagged and choked and sputtered, trying to breathe despite the swollen flesh keeping his airway closed.

Then, he felt it: burning hot liquid splashing against the back of his throat as his dad came. It poured straight down into his stomach, coating every surface with the thick liquid. After what felt like an eternity, Tyler finally released him and Corey fell back gasping for air. His eyes watered, and he looked up just in time to see the cock in front of him fire more ropes of cum. The cream landed on his face, slowly sliding down and cooling in the open air before crossing his lips and entering his mouth.

Instinctively, Corey licked his lips to try and clean himself up before realizing he just slurped down his father's seed. The same seed that conceived him, years ago. He froze, feeling the liquid coat his tongue. It was bitter, salty... but there was something about it, some earthy and masculine musk about it that was intoxicating. Corey dragged a finger up and across his face, scooping up more of the cum to suck it off when he realized he had an audience still. His dad was standing there, watching him feed himself cum.

Corey slowly slid the finger into his mouth, sucking off the cum while maintaining eye contact with Tyler. A low moan escaped his lips while doing so, and Tyler's erection practically leapt to full mast again. For a moment, Corey was tempted to go for round two, but then his stomach gurgled. Apparently, a dinner of semen wasn't enough to sustain him, and the pair chuckled together.

"I'll go get something together," Tyler said, pulling up his pants and heading out of the room. Just before leaving, though, he turned back. "That... You were hot, Vanessa. Thank you. Even this look... it makes me remember our good days." It was sincere from the bottom of his heart, Corey could tell. Before he could reply though, his father vanished into the rest of the house.

Corey swiveled back to the vanity mirror, gasping at the state of his makeup. It was nearly all ruined. His eyeliner had streaked down his face, his lipstick had more than smeared all over his cheeks and jaw, and it was clear where the rivulets of tears had run through his foundation. He felt a sad loss for his makeup, but then his dad's words kicked in.

He'd found Corey hot. How much of that was nostalgia and how much was aftersex glow was hard to tell, but Corey'd been successful in his mission, at least in the night's progress. A warm, happy feeling filled his chest. So far, so good, he thought.

"Hopefully mom will appreciate what I've done, see the happiness she was missing out on," he murmured. A strange, bitter feeling filled him though as he realized that he didn't want to miss out on that happiness himself. She didn't exactly deserve his hard work; after all, she wasn't the one putting in the effort.

Corey shook his head, banishing those thoughts. When they swapped back, he'd have happy parents again. That's what mattered. Though for tonight... Corey looked in the mirror at his ruined makeup before getting up from the vanity to scrub away at it in the bathroom.

For tonight, he'd let himself have a tiny bit of pride over his accomplishments.