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

Chapter Tags: [PIV][Cuck]

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!

"You two were in bed together all night." Vanessa spit the statement out like it was poison. Slowly, Corey froze, toothbrush still in his mouth as he turned to his mom. He had to look up a little, his old body a towering presence with those long legs of his. Corey tried to get the images out of his head from their time in the shower together yesterday, suddenly finding himself uncomfortable being this close.

"What...?"

"Don't play dumb," snapped Vanessa, still facing the mirror and only giving Corey a side glance out of the corner of her eye. "What were you thinking of doing with your own father?"

Corey took a deep breath - something was clearly bothering his mother, so he had to be the bigger person and just deal with it. "He spent the night, and I have to play the role of his wife, don't I?"

Vanessa spun on her heel, looking Corey up and down. "Did you fuck him?"

Ah, there it was. Corey wasn't sure if it was jealousy or anger or something else entirely, but clearly something was consuming his mother. He stood up straight, looking her in the eyes. "No, we didn't fuck. Happy now?"

With a grunt, Vanessa spat out her toothpaste and walked out of the bathroom. "Good," she called out without turning to face him. "He's my husband, don't forget it."

"...Your husband that you were going to divorce..." Corey mumbled, finishing up his own morning ritual. There was no time before work to do a quick workout, so he'd have to get that later. Instead, he hurried back into the bedroom, to the vanity where all the makeup sat waiting for him. Slowly, he dove into the products, remembering his lessons from yesterday but this time with an emphasis on using less of everything.

The benefit of still learning how to do makeup was that he didn't have much brain power left to think about anything else. The downside is that when another thought popped into his head, he found himself distracted, staring off through the mirror to wherever his thoughts took him. After much longer than yesterday, he finally finished the makeup - but not until after thoughts of his mother and father had intruded multiple times over.

His mother, for being pissed off moments ago. For slipping out more and more, and likely not for classes. For the pervasive... smell coming out of her new room. Something was going on, something awful that was pulling her away and down into some dark pit of despair.

And his father... Well, the pair had indeed spent the night together, though Corey had chosen to remain essentially fully clothed in an oversized shirt and some sweatpants, and made sure they were as far apart on the bed as possible. Still though, there had been a warmth, a temptation Corey had felt all night as he struggled to sleep - struggled to ignore the attractive man laying beside him.

Fuck... these feelings were getting too strong, too complicated. Corey took a final look at his makeup, appreciating the more subdued look than the night before, then headed to the window. The early morning light was streaming in as he turned his eyes heavenward. Toward the sky, and the invisible stars beyond it. Shooting stars caused this swap, Corey reasoned... maybe they could fix things?

He swallowed heavily. What if - with the right words, the right wish - he could make everything better? Swap them back, fix his parents' relationship, and who knows what else? Corey rushed to his mother's work, doing his best to ignore the foreign feelings of his body bouncing and swaying as he ran on high heels that felt just a little bit too natural already. He wasn't sure why, but he knew he had to hurry: time was of the essence.

By the time he made it to the office building he worked in - for the moment anyway - he immediately went for the reception desk. Sure enough, Jamie was sitting there, talking with a coworker about the idle gossip of the day. One glance at Corey, though, and she was immediately by his side.

"Vanessa!" Jamie let out a loud whisper, immediately pulling her coworker into a deep hug. "What's going on, you look... Well, you look freaked out!"

Corey didn't know where to start, so he just blurted out, "Do you think shooting stars are magical?"

Jamie paused, then chuckled awkwardly. "You've never asked me anything about my beliefs. Now I know something is really going on." She steered the pair of them to the desk, and Corey realized just how many people were around trying to ignore the small scene unfolding. With a deep blush, he followed Jamie to the desk to continue the conversation in more hushed tones. "You're thinking about the shooting stars from the other night, weren't you?"

Stunned, Corey nodded. "Y-yeah, how'd you know?"

"Because it was quite the display, and everyone thinks about making a wish on a shooting star. But they wouldn't do that if they knew what a shooting star really is."

Corey started coming back to his senses during Jamie's pause. Why was he asking her? How would this help at all? Still, she hadn't mocked him at all, so he figured he'd better hear her out. "So, what are they then?"

Jamie smirked, shaking her head. "How could a star just fall like that? It's not just some piece of rock burning up in our atmosphere - at least, that's not what our ancestors believed. They believed it had to be something powerful sneaking off from the heavens to earth, and if you witnessed it sneaking across the sky it would grant a wish in exchange for your secrecy. But these were intelligent beings, they didn't always like to grant the wishes of mortals and would often twist and warp those desires.

"So while we know what shooting stars are now, scientifically, the energy... the raw idea of what our ancestors thought they were has permeated into the world, and made them something more." Jamie's gaze turned serious. "You should never wish on a shooting star. It will almost always turn out bad for everyone involved." A long pause, as Jamie stared into Corey's eyes. "Wait... you made a wish, didn't you? Oh god, Vanessa, did you make a wish on the shooting stars a few days ago?"

Corey turned in his seat, facing the computer in front of him. He couldn't find the words to answer, and even if he knew what to say his throat was too dry and hollow to form any thoughts into speech. So numbly, he just nodded.

Jamie looked at him, before turning back to her computer. "Fuck."

***

The phone on the nightstand buzzed, and Vanessa scrambled to grab it. The disappointment that flashed across her face was wasted on the empty room. It was Brooke. Just Brooke. Vanessa hurriedly typed a response without thinking too much about it, and then set down the phone again.

Thoughts of this morning filtered through her mind. She hadn't meant to get so angry with Corey. In fact, she could see what he was doing - trying to save the relationship and all that - and it seemed to be working. Her husband... Corey's temporary husband, as weird as it was to think about that, seemed happier, and had left the house in a much better mood than usual before he'd gone to his work. He even kissed Corey on the lips before leaving.

The thought of that kiss, spied discreetly from the top of the stairs, stoked that strange and foreign emotion in Vanessa again. It wasn't quite anger, though it threatened to emerge like that. No, it was something more primal, more basic than that. A low growl rumbled through her chest, as she realized what it was.

Jealousy. She wanted that attention, wanted that love and attraction and desire and fuck this was too much to think about. The lust swirled through her head, intoxicating her horny, male body. She could feel her cock come to full hardness thinking about... What was it she was thinking about? Wanting to fuck her old body, instead of Tyler fucking it?

A brief moment of clarity filtered through her head. This was absurd, she told herself, trying hard to dismiss the forbidden feelings building inside of her. Something deeper inside her seemed to answer back, merely whispering that it wouldn't be all that bad if she did do something with her old body. After all, playing with your body is just masturbation, right?

And Vanessa loved to play with herself.

One hand had become busy stroking her cock without even realizing it when the phone vibrated again. This time, it was Noire texting back, finally. Vanessa had texted the day before, and had been waiting for this reply since then.

? > "Come by the shop if you want to meet up"

Vanessa dropped the phone with a gasp, scrambling to make herself decent. Pants, she found out, were especially hard to put on with a throbbing erection being shoved into them. They felt tight and restrictive, unwilling to move or accommodate her package. Her finger tips stroked her cock through the smooth denim as she bit her lip. The temptation to play now, one more time before heading out, was intense. Vanessa caught herself though, ripping away her hand and shrugging on a plain white shirt before heading outside.

The air was brisk, and before she knew it she was jogging to the sex shop again. This time, in the daylight and with people around, she felt superhuman. Being able to just... run without stopping? The endurance in Corey's body... her body... was unbelievable. She felt the air whipping through her styled sandy blond hair, cut short on the sides and longer on the top. Without breaking her pace, Corey ran his fingers through his hair, feeling its smooth texture for herself.

Before she knew it, she made it to the sex shop. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door only to find that Corbin was missing. Instead, a woman sat behind the counter. A woman, roughly the age Vanessa had been before the swap. Her features were striking, intense to look at. Her silver hair was buzzed short, and she wore heavy makeup. Dark makeup that included black lipstick.

Vanessa looked away, blushing. "Hi... I'm here to see Noire?"

The woman leaned forward, her small, pouty lips stretching wide into a grin. "Ah, you must be my mysterious texter. A bit eager, weren't you, with all those texts?" Vanessa suddenly found the floor far more interesting to look at than anything else in the room. "It's ok, I've been eager to see you too. Can I get a name, sweetie?"

Vanessa paused, hesitating to use a name. 'Vanessa' certainly wouldn't work, but using Corey's name felt... wrong, like a betrayal. She managed to look up at Noire, giving an awkward smile. "Sam," she finally said.

"Nice name, Sam," Noire purred. "Except, we ran your debit card that night, so I know your name is actually Corey." Vanessa froze in place, unable to move or even look away. "Don't worry, I won't do anything untoward with your information. I just want us to start off on a footing of trust, ok?"

Vanessa nodded, eyes wide with anxiety. "Please... don't tell anyone."

Noire laughed, sitting back on the stool stationed behind the counter. "Dear, why would I tell anyone? We're consenting adults, I don't give a fuck about your homelife. Here, I'll tell you a secret, to make up for me knowing your name. Corbin? The guy behind the counter you met last time? He's my husband. He likes getting off on knowing I fuck other people. Sometimes he even listens to guys like you getting it on with me."

Vanessa stood, mouth agape. Words refused to form into a coherent thought as she looked at the mature woman in front of her. Slowly, her thoughts began to gather. "So... He knowingly sent me back there to you, knowing you'd suck me off? And then when I told him you wanted me to get your number..." Realization rushed through her face, and she was left blushing.

"Even better," Noire said while nodding, confirming Vanessa's previous thoughts, "he's currently in the back, in the gloryhole room. He wants to listen to us, if you're ok with that?"

The question, the open invitation as it stood, hung in the air. After a moment, Vanessa nodded. "Yeah... Yeah, I think I'm ok with that." Noire came around the counter and wordlessly offered Vanessa her hand. She took it, being led back into the same room she'd been in previously. As soon as the door was closed, Noire took that as her signal to start stripping.

Age had been kind to Noire in ways that Vanessa couldn't help but to compare to her own body. Sure, Noire's medium sized tits weren't as perky as they likely were in her younger years, but now they hung pendulously, swaying side to side with a grace and fluidity that was lacking in most women her age. Her body was soft without being overly fat, instead speaking to a feminine grace. Her pubic mound was trimmed, cropped as low as the hair atop her head. She looked stunning, to Vanessa's eyes, and she couldn't help but to stand still and watch the show as Noire finished shedding her clothes.

Vanessa came to again a moment later, her own clothes hitting the floor of the small 'changing room'. She stood fully erect - both her posture and her cock - and took an awkward step forward toward Noire. Her breath was ragged, as devious thoughts filtered through her mind. This woman in front of her eyes... It was all for the taking. Her hands drifted out, lifting up and cupping the moderately sized breasts in front of her.

Noire let out a sigh, smiling up at Vanessa. "You like feeling my tits like that?" Vanessa silently nodded, giving a bit of a squeeze. "Speak up, dear." Noire's eyes flicked to the hole in the wall, where on the other side her husband waited.

"They're... so soft, and they feel great..." Vanessa's voice stammered, hardly able to keep focused. "I... I want to kiss them, may I?" Noire nodded, and in an instant Vanessa was peppering them with soft kisses, even daring to suck on them. While her lips focused on one breast at a time, her hands played with both. She drifted back and forth, taking a pierced nipple into her mouth and sucking gently.

Noire gasped, lacing her fingers through Vanessa's coif of hair. Her back arched, pushing her round boobs into her partner's mouth. Vanessa's play turned rougher, a growl leaving her throat as she fondled harder, biting softly on her soft and sensitive flesh. Noire pulled Vanessa's head up, looking her in the eyes. "You're..." A soft gasp from her, as she recognized the expression in Vanessa's gaze. "I knew I picked well with you."

"I want to fuck you..." Vanessa panted heavily, biting her lip. She took another step forward, pinning Noire to the wall. Her erection was trapped between them, a pounding reminder of what they were here to do. "Please... let me fuck you..."

"Everything you want to do... is fair game..." Noire's own breath was rough, expectation and excitement filling her voice. A soft moan, muffled by distance and a wall, came through the gloryhole. Vanessa's eyes flicked to it, then back to Noire. She just nodded, confirming for Vanessa that Corbin was indeed listening to - and enjoying - everything that was happening.

Somehow, that only fueled Vanessa's desire more. She slipped a finger down between Noire's thighs, checking her puffy mound. Thick lubrication coated her coarse digit, and left a long, dangling strand connecting her finger to Noire's pussy. The sight nearly drove Vanessa wild as she took her cock in hand, lining it up with the gothic woman's drenched slit. Without hesitating or any delay, she pushed in, slowly feeling her cock submerge into the warm abyss.

Vanessa was wild-eyed with pleasure, the sensations overwhelming her. Virginity - both her son's and her own for this body - shattered, along with any idea of boundaries in her head. This was what she needed, what she would live for after this. She pushed further in, her cock throbbing and twitching inside the tight cavity that seemed to squeeze and conform around every vein and curve entering it.

Pressing hard, Vanessa forced herself deeper into Noire's tight womanhood. The pair both let out a moan, their eyes locking as lust consumed both of them. Vanessa's sound turned into a raspy growl, her lips pressing against Noire's neck. Soft nibbles mixed with hungry bites with the occasional suction made Noire whimper and writhe. Each movement of her body gyrated her hips, working Vanessa's cock in deeper.

"Unnff... Corey..." she moaned, feeling the shaft inside of her reach the tight gates of her womb. Yet Vanessa pushed more, still a substantial couple of inches outside of her lover's pussy. "Ah, that's... too much... Fuck you're so big!"

Vanessa pulled back her hips, withdrawing her dick from Noire's tightness before sliding it back in. Her entire world focused down into one spot; a spot that was feeling intimate pleasure from her partner's body. She quickly established a rhythm, fucking Noire with most of her cock. She was mindful not to go too deep, not to break that barrier that separated her from Noire's most fertile space.

Still... Noire had given blanket permission for anything to happen. Vanessa leaned in, her voice deep and husky. "I'm... I'm going to breed you... knock you up, make you mine..."

Noire let out a loud whimper, nodding her head as she continued to get fucked against the wall. "Yes... Yes... Fuck me, breed me, I'm just a slut to be used!"

Vanessa started fucking harder, the pair's breathing picking up. They were both getting close to their climaxes, nearly there. On each thrust, the swollen tip of Vanessa's manhood pressed harder against Noire's cervix, stretching the tight ring of muscle over and over again. "You're... my slut..." Vanessa growled, her hand snaking up to Noire's throat and giving a soft squeeze. "Beg me... to cum in you..."

Softly crying out, Noire's pussy gushed with juices. She whimpered, trying to focus through the cloud of pleasure as her climax hit. "Ah-ahh! C-cum in me! Cum in me with your raw dick! Oh god you're going to fill my pussy and my womb up! Ahhnnn!" Her words descended into thoughtless babble as Vanessa gave one final thrust, her cock managing to shove ever so slightly into Noire's womb.

A tightness formed in Vanessa's balls, as she held tight to Noire's hip and throat. Suddenly, the restriction she felt eased up, and she could feel a thick shot of cum shooting through her cock and into the woman she held against the wall. Burst after burst, more and more cum rocketed through Vanessa, sinking deep into Noire's womb. Vanessa shook, her eyes losing focus as she orgasmed stronger than any masturbation session previously. For a dazed moment, she wondered if she'd ever feel this pleasure again.

She had to, Vanessa resolved. There was no way she was going without this. Even as she finished unloading herself in Noire, her grip loosening on her, she could feel the need between her legs again. Making eye contact with her partner, she grinned, giving a soft thrust.

Noire moaned loudly, nodding as her tongue hung out past her painted black lips, a long strand of saliva dangling there. Within moments, both Vanessa and Noire were moaning wildly again, distantly joined by the moans of a third.