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

Chapter Tags: [PIV][Lingerie]

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!

Vanessa collapsed in her son's bed, body aching. It turned out that seeing Noire was an all day affair: the woman was truly insatiable. Vanessa, on the other hand, felt sated for the first time since swapping bodies with her son. Her fingers ran over her bare skin, feeling all the spots where she'd been pinched, stroked, bitten, kissed, and sucked on. Strangely, after a day of wild sex, her son's body felt more like her own now, rather than some strange form she was forced into.

It was a strange feeling, being comfortable as a man. She expected some more mental resistance to the idea, having never identified as one, but ever since the swap things had felt natural, and were only becoming more like that over the last few days. A small fraction of Vanessa felt anxious - not at being a guy, but at being ok with it. Did she even want to swap back?

Why should she, she questioned to herself. After all, her life - her old life, that is - wasn't going great. She was a receptionist, in a failing marriage, and nearly twice as old as she was now. This life... This life was so much better. No stress, no problems, just sex and relaxation.

A knock at the door frame woke Vanessa out of her reverie. She glanced over to see her old body standing there. Her son. What a strange concept, she thought with a smirk. She folded her hands behind her head, looking him up and down. "Hey mom," she said, emphasizing the title. "What's up?"

Corey sighed, shaking his head, golden hair tumbling about. "Can you please get dressed?"

With a glance down at her nude body, Vanessa just looked back at Corey. "Why? Don't like what you're seeing?"

"Ew, gross. That's my body, you know, and--"

"Mine, actually."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Well," Vanessa trailed off, thinking about how to phrase the thoughts she'd just been having. Better to ease him into it, just in case. "It's not like either of us know how to switch back or anything, right? Ever since that wish I made, we've been stuck. So I figured I better start thinking of this as my body, as my life."

Corey froze, thinking for a moment. One thing she said stood out from the rest, and he was clearly processing it over and over. "Wait... You made a wish, too?" Vanessa nodded. "I made a wish that night, and I assumed it was that wish that swapped our bodies. But what if we both made wishes? What if we both needed to wish again to change back?"

Vanessa looked at Corey unamused, perhaps even a bit irritated. She stood up, stalking over to Corey. "Who said we're going to change back?"

Corey looked his former naked body up and down. "We have to..." His voice was little more than a whimper. His eyes started to tear up as he choked out, "Why wouldn't we?"

Vanessa just winked and walked away, body rebelling in mild discomfort as she pulled on shorts. "Why'd you come in here, anyway?" she asked, changing the subject.

By the time she turned back to Corey, he was already facing away from her, trying to hide tears. "Because... Because Brooke is here, and she wants to see you..."

Vanessa hesitated for a moment before grumbling and throwing a shirt on. "Go to your room, mom," she sneered. "I want some alone time with my girlfriend." Stunned, Corey gasped before storming off.

Finally, Vanessa had her space to herself again, though now she had to deal with her son's girlfriend. "My girlfriend," she reminded herself under her breath with a smirk. As much as she ached, as much as she wasn't sure she had any sexual reserves left in her... She knew she'd try, at the very least, to bed Brooke.

She walked downstairs, and the second she opened the door in darted Brooke, wild eyed and clearly anxious. Brooke slammed the door behind her shut, panting and out of breath.

"Did your mom get a good look at me?" She asked, frantically. Vanessa took her in as she shook her head. Brooke was wearing a heavy coat despite the seasonally warm weather. Before Vanessa could say anything, though, Brooke was off like a bolt, running up the stairs for Corey's room.

Vanessa followed, baffled and confused. She shut the door behind her as she turned to look at the seemingly-frightened girl. Brooke looked a little relieved as the door closed, but something was still clearly consuming her.

"Did... Well..." Brooke paused, collecting her thoughts. "You love me, right?"

Vanessa froze, her mind immediately jumping to Noire and the lovemaking they had all day. She couldn't ruin this, not just because it was Corey's relationship, but because it was her relationship now. "Yeah, of course I do sweetie, what's going on?"

"Well, you have barely been answering my texts, and you didn't even text me today. You've been acting really different, and so I... I looked at your location using that app we both have. I saw you went... to a sex shop." Words failed her as a small sob choked out.

"Baby, I--"

"No, no. It's ok... I know we talked about waiting, but... Felicity said some guys need release, that they can't wait." Brooke looked up at Vanessa, her eyes glistening pools as she wavered on the verge of crying. "I can't... I can't lose you over us having sex or not."

Brooke unzipped and shrugged off her coat. She was wearing nothing but red lingerie. Silks covered her body in patches and strips, providing no decency at all for the girl. She'd walked here, like this, and was practically begging to be taken. Vanessa felt her cock stirring again, tenting the shorts she was wearing. Fuck, Brooke was hot, Vanessa thought to herself. Her shy awkwardness, her virginal shame as she stood here, wrapped up like a present to be torn into.

"Please... say something..."

Vanessa realized she'd been staring; worse, she'd been drooling. She shook her head of the fog that was descending over her rational thoughts, and focused on the girl in front of her - her girlfriend. "You're amazing, Brooke," she whispered, taking a step forward.

Brooke blushed, rushing into Vanessa's arms. Suddenly, everything touched was soft - not in the way that Noire was, with curves and breasts and ass galore. Instead, Brooke was soft in the delicate, squishable kind of way. She was little more than a stick, with small bumps for breasts and only slightly larger mounds for her ass. What struck Vanessa more, though, was how warm and loving Brooke's hug felt. She was holding onto a girl that loved her, and it felt... It felt amazing.

Brooke made eye contact with Vanessa, blushing red. "I-I can help you out of your clothes, if you want..." Vanessa nodded, watching Brooke slowly strip her down with shaky hands.

Vanessa paused, taking hold of Brooke's wrist. "We don't have to... I want you to say if you want it, ok?"

Brooke nodded, taking a deep breath. "I... I want to wait, but I don't want to lose you even more. So... I want it."

With a grin, Vanessa advanced toward Brooke, causing her to back up. Step after step, she retreated until finally her back was to the door. "Say it. Say that you want my cock in you."

Her eyes going wide, Brooke wasn't sure she could say it. Still, trapped between them was Vanessa's cock, throbbing and twitching against both of their navels. Vanessa could see in Brooke's eyes as the girl sized up the manhood in front of her. It was perfectly positioned to demonstrate how deep it would go inside of her, deep enough to stretch her guts and even threaten to pierce into her womb. For long moments, the pair's heavy breathing filled the silence, until finally Brooke spoke.

"I want your cock in me," she whispered.

Vanessa obliged. Immediately, Brooke was spun around to face the door, the soft silky thong pulled aside roughly and Vanessa's cock already aggressively pushing into the virgin pussy.  Brooke let out a loud noise, something between a cry of pain and a gasp of pleasure, but it was ignored by Vanessa. All she focused on was filling the girl in front of her.

Brooke wasn't lubricated enough, wasn't ready for the fucking she was about to receive. Vanessa felt Brooke's insides dragging along her cock, making each thrust rough and painful. Vanessa whipped her head up as Brooke let out a loud cry of pain and discomfort. Brooke looked back over her shoulder at Vanessa, a look of agony on her face for a split second before she tried to cover it up with a weak smile. Vanessa kept up her pace though, seemingly uncaring about how Brooke felt during all of this, filling and emptying the limited space in her girlfriend's pussy over and over again, being careful not to penetrate too deeply yet.

Slowly, she could feel a wetness forming around her cock, in time with the lewd moans Brooke was starting to make. The gasps and whimpers and whines were fading away, replaced with a desire for more that rang out with each moan. Vanessa grabbed Brooke by the neck, squeezing slightly as she fucked the helpless girl harder. Brooke sounded like a slut, moaning wildly from being fucked against the door.

Vanessa smirked, reaching around to pinch Brooke's nipple. From the sudden squeeze in her pussy and the loud, banshee-like wail of pleasure, Vanessa knew Brooke was hooked. Vanessa thrusted harder and deeper, feeling resistance. A devilish thought crossed her mind: Brooke was a virgin, this was her hymen she was currently pushing against. Just a little more pressure and...

A sudden tearing sensation, and Vanessa slid all the way into Brooke's pussy. Both of them let out loud moans, their bodies shaking in arousal. A warm wetness trickled out of Brooke's sex, her virginal blood shed. Vanessa held her for a moment, drinking in the sight of the deflowered girl before her, the trail of bright red that spilled from Brooke. She resumed thrusting deep and hard. Within moments, Brooke was shaking, letting out moans and screams and whimpers without restraint. The clench of her pussy, the noises she was making... Vanessa lost herself to her own orgasm. Distantly, she tried to figure out how many she'd had today. Too many to count, though each had been delicious.

Vanessa staggered back, uncomfortably pulling out of Brooke. Her cock was stained, tainted with blood, while a mixture of juices - male and female - trailed down Brooke's thighs. Brooke turned around, eyes wild.

"Why the fuck have we been waiting to have sex? Fuck, let's keep going!"

***

Corey groaned, turning over in bed so that he was face down while ignoring the discomfort of his breasts being smooshed by his own weight. He didn't know how he felt about the noises coming from the room over. In a way, it was hot, hearing his girlfriend and his mom having sex. But mostly, it was devastating. They'd been saving themselves for each other, and their first time was supposed to be special. Now, Corey didn't even get to be a part of their first time. The betrayal he felt, the absolute heartache at losing this moment with his love.

Tears threatened to form, and only Corey's sheer willpower kept them away. He didn't want to have to redo his makeup again after having finally gotten it right. Thoughts flitted through his head, images he'd thought about a thousand times before. He'd planned on marrying Brooke, eventually. Holding her close on their wedding night, slowly peeling away the beautiful white dress with all its frilly layers to get to the beautiful girl underneath wearing little more than lacy lingerie. Then he'd strip that off too, leaving his girlfriend-turned-wife bare and exposed. Then the love they'd make together...

He let out a muffled yell into his mom's pillow to try and drown out the violent-sounding fucking from the room next door, before feeling the bed sink down a bit next to him.

Looking up, Corey saw Tyler sitting there awkwardly. "Hey Vanessa," he said, looking over at the wall the room shared with Corey's old room. "They're uh... yeah... aren't they?"

Corey rolled over a bit, putting his head on Tyler's lap to look up at him. "Yeah, they really are. It's been an hour and they're still going."

Tyler chuckled, brushing some golden locks out of Corey's face. "That's my boy!" At Corey's scowl, Tyler just laughed more. "Hey, if I remember right you seemed to appreciate that kind of stamina of mine back in the day."

Something stirred under Corey's head, his thoughts jumping back to the night before - to the blowjob he'd given his own father. Again, the warm needy feeling filled his core, and he became aware of how empty he felt. Corey turned over back onto his stomach, head propped up so he could look at his dad's lap.

At the throbbing cock bulging in his dad's pants.

Corey took his hand, running it over Tyler's thigh. "What if we–"

Tyler's chuckle cut him off. "You hear our son and his girlfriend getting it on, and you want to do it too? That's kinda freaky, you know that?"

Corey blushed hard, looking away. "We don't have to if you don't want to…" he said demurely.

Tyler went quiet for a moment before responding. "I didn't say that."

The two of them made eye contact, Corey's heart fluttering. He was filled with a strong, foreign-feeling emotion. Was this… love? Was he falling in love with his own father? He tore his gaze away, unzipping Tyler's pants and aggressively pulling them off, forcing Tyler to stand awkwardly while naked from the waist down.

Tyler looked Corey up and down, spying his wife's body posed on her side facing him. "My turn," was all Tyler said, before grabbing Corey by the hips and spinning him around. The pair wrestled for a moment, the yoga pants Corey had thrown on a sudden casualty as Tyler pulled them off hard enough to tear them. Corey let out a girlish squeal, scrambling to his knees to try and cover himself. He started to turn to face Tyler, but the latter just clicked his teeth and took hold of Corey's hips again. "Stay still, you little minx," he cooed, holding Corey's ass up in the air and off the side of the bed.

Corey distantly realized what position they were in: standing doggy. And as Tyler's cock rubbed against Corey's pussy, he also realized that this was really about to happen. He really was going to have sex with his own father, while in the body of his mother.

He tensed for a moment, and Tyler wordlessly paused. Was this really what he wanted? Was it wrong to do this? Another moan filtered through the wall, and Corey felt a bead of lubrication run down his thigh. He wanted this. Especially as Tyler stroked circles along his lower back, he knew he wanted his first time - both as a woman and in general - to be with this loving and caring man.

Corey looked back over his shoulder and nodded. Then, it felt like his world was being split apart. He had no frame of reference, no way to understand what was going on and what feelings he would feel as something invaded his warm, tight slit. It felt... Well, it felt incredible, Corey realized. A long moan burst forth from him, his mouth hanging open as wide as his pussy.

Tyler was being gentle, pushing in slowly and cautiously. Not that there was much need for concern, as Corey instinctively wiggled his hips and pushed back against his dad, burying his rod deeper and deeper. His pussy was wet, dripping with arousal as he slowly sheathed his dad inside of him.

"You're eager, hun," Tyler remarked. Corey nodded his head, blonde hair falling about in his vision. He wondered what Tyler thought of him, how he looked, if he found Corey sexy right now. The hard cock inside of him seemed to suggest that Tyler was certainly enjoying it. Even the noises he was making - the little grunts and panting and soft moans - helped reassure Corey and let him know how good this was for both of them.

Corey's ass ground up against firm hips, and he realized he'd taken the entire shaft into his pussy. He clenched down with all the muscles he could down there, feeling the shape of his father's cock imprint on his vaginal walls. Tyler paused for a moment, breathing heavily before starting to rock his hips back and forth. It wasn't anything intense, just a gentle humping that left both parties moaning quietly.

"Harder," Corey whimpered, unable to keep the lust out of his voice. He could hear it himself, how husky and raspy he sounded. He didn't care at the moment though, especially as his dad fulfilled his request. The sound of Tyler's balls slapping between Corey's legs filled the air, as the both of them made louder sounds of passion. Tyler's fingers dug into Corey's hips, his sounds becoming choppy and sputtering.

Tyler was getting close. If this didn't stop, a guy was going to cum inside of him, Corey realized. He felt like the thought should scare him, but instead, the idea of someone finishing inside of him was erotically pleasing. It was almost too much to think about, thoughts of being knocked up and pregnant - and being fucked again while pregnant - coaxed a loud, pornstar-esque moan out of Corey.

"I'm... I'm going to cum..." Tyler panted, giving little warning before his cock throbbed violently - hard enough to tug Corey's insides out of shape - and started cumming. Corey's head jerked up in surprise at the sensation of hot thick fluids filling his pussy. Between all the hair that had fallen in his face, Corey saw his old body standing in the doorway. Glaring, as though angry about something. Why... Why was Vanessa watching them? Another shot of cum, along with the sudden shock of getting caught sent Corey over the edge into his own orgasm. He collapsed down onto the bed, moaning wildly as his body shook. Thoughts failed to come to him as he writhed, his pussy clenching and squeezing every drop of cum out of his father.

By the time their orgasms finally finished, Corey looked up in a daze only to find the doorway empty; Vanessa had left. He didn't know how to feel about it, but he did know he wanted more especially as Tyler's cock slid out of Corey's pussy. With a whimper he looked back over his shoulder, breathing heavily and trying to put a seducing look on his face.

"Damn... You really want more? I don't think I have anything left..." Tyler himself looked disappointed, frowning at the negative news he had to deliver. "Tell you what, I'll make dinner, you take care of yourself, and then afterwards if you still want some I'll help you out." Tyler winked and gathered up his pants, making a quick escape to the bathroom.

Corey sighed, rolling to his front and brushing his face clear of blonde hair. He could feel the cum dripping out of his womanhood, cooling and leaving a trail down his cheeks. He would need to clean up too. The thoughts he had during sex though, especially about pregnancy, stood out to him. Did he want to get pregnant? Carefully, Corey ran a hand over his belly. It wouldn't be the worst thing, he thought carefully, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to think those thoughts when instead he should be focused on changing back.

After all... the marriage was saved, wasn't it? Things were repaired, they were starting to communicate and they were having sex again. As long as his mother kept things up when they got back to their own bodies, it would be fine. So if the reason for his wish was done, why hadn't they swapped back? Maybe, he figured, they'd both have to make new wishes the next time there were shooting stars in the sky.

Corey got up slowly, waddling his way to the bathroom to clean up, before heading back to the bedroom room to throw on a pair of sweatpants. He smelled like sex, but given that everyone in the house had been consummating relationships, he figured it wouldn't be a problem. He slipped downstairs to the dining room, finding Vanessa and Brooke already seated while Tyler was bringing in the food. Brooke was missing her coat, instead wearing an oversized shirt and sweats that had belonged to Corey's wardrobe as a guy.

While Brooke babbled on in her cute way that Corey adored, he was forced to pay attention to Vanessa, who had a strange look on her face. It looked something like anger, though it was different. Predatory, as though with one wrong move Vanessa would snap and consume Corey where he sat. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the gaze. Even Brooke had stopped talking and was watching her supposed-boyfriend. The only thing that stopped Vanessa's stare was Tyler finally sitting down and serving the food.

It was a long, quiet dinner. No one was in a speaking mood, and the entire time was spent with only the sounds of chewing and drinking. As soon as Vanessa had finished her food, she stood up and left, leaving Brooke to scramble after her. Corey just looked at Tyler and sighed, shrugging, helping to clean up the table. In the distance, the front door opened and closed, presumably Brooke leaving for the night. Corey wouldn't have minded if she had stayed - that bridge was already crossed now, he supposed. Instead, he made his way to the master bedroom to wait for Tyler to join him.

Instead, Vanessa poked her head through the door. "We need to talk tomorrow."

Corey nodded, careful of what he said. While the menacing glare was gone, instead in its place was an icy expression that was equally impossible to read. "We'll be home alone, so we can figure things out."

"Good." Vanessa paused, as if about to say something else. Instead she turned away to go back to her room. Corey sighed, shaking his head. He had a feeling tomorrow wasn't going to go well at all.