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

Chapter Tags: [PIV][Noncon]

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!

Content Warning: Non-consensual acts

Vanessa was pissed. She'd gotten halfway to seeing her girlfriend, Brooke, before turning around and walking to the sex shop. But when she'd gotten most of the way there, she turned on her heel again, striking off in another direction.

No, she didn't want to see Brooke or Noire. She was too pissed, too infuriated to deal with anyone except the problem: her son. She'd spent the day stalking around campus - which had been deserted for the weekend, thankfully - musing over what she ought to do to punish him.

"Ugh! Fuck him!" Vanessa screamed, startling a nearby street cat. "Fucking around with my husband... Who the hell does he think he is?" she asked rhetorically. He's acting like he's me, she realized, thinking to herself. A moment of guilty pain twinged through her as she thought about what that meant. Corey was actually being responsible, trying to patch up a relationship that was dying. It wasn't his fault he didn't understand that it was falling apart for a myriad of reasons.

But, it was his fault that he fucked his own father! Indignation and disgust roared through Vanessa again. Her son, a fatherfucking pervert? What the hell was wrong with him, the little slut! Vanessa felt her rage rallying in her, driving her toward home. She'd confront him, she decided, she'd make him feel as disgusting as she saw him.

By the time she finally managed to walk home - cursing the fact that her son never got a driver's license - it was already beginning to grow dark, like a shadow looming over the Hatcher household. Vanessa ignored the foreboding aura that seemed to permeate everything around her, charging straight in through the front door.

"Well, I can stay the night if you want me to..." Tyler's voice drifted from upstairs, getting louder with his footsteps as he approached the stairwell.

Then, Vanessa's old feminine voice rang out. "No, it's fine sweetie. We had such a great day together, but I think I need a little space. To think things through, ok?"

Tyler paused at the top of the stairs, not yet noticing Vanessa at the bottom. "I thought it'd be nice to watch the shooting stars together? The news said it'd be a great couples activity."

Corey reached the top of the stairs as well, putting an arm around Tyler's waist. Disgusting, Vanessa thought, mentally recoiling from the imagery. Corey seemed to finally notice Vanessa's presence, looking down the stairs at her. "I know hun, but I need to think things through. Maybe next time there's shooting stars, we'll make a date out of it?"

A long pause of silence, before Tyler nodded. "Next time." He kissed Corey, on the lips. A prolonged kiss that held them close together. Corey's eyes closed, and Vanessa took the moment to slip away into the kitchen. She didn't need to see any more, her blood was already boiling. The front door closed after some more muffled talking, and then silence descended over the house.

Vanessa simmered. Corey was so fucking disgusting, she though to herself, making out with Tyler like that. She let out a growl of anger, disgust, and subconscious arousal. She did notice, however, the bulge in her pants. It was uncomfortable, threatening to break free at a moment's notice. That, she decided on a whim, head intoxicated and clouded with hormones and anger, would be the tool for her revenge against her son.

***

Corey looked around, searching for his mother. He found her standing by the back door, shoes on and looking agitated. Cautiously, he broke the ice in the most gentle voice he could manage. "Going out for a run, mom? We should talk about the shooting stars..."

Vanessa wheeled around, facing him. Fury shone in her eyes. "Fuck you!"

Staggering back, Corey gaped at Vanessa. "Wh-what? Vanessa, what's going on?"

"'Vanessa,' huh? We're on a first name basis now, are we Corey?" She took a step forward, breathing heavily enough that her chest puffed up. Corey retreated a single pace, eyeing her carefully. "So, you think you can just fuck around and everything would be fine?"

Corey paused. "You saw what happened last night. Vanessa, look..."

"Of course I fucking saw! You disgusting little fatherfucker!" Corey winced at her words, backing up as Vanessa bore down on him. "You think that's ok? Just because we swapped bodies, you think that you have full access to your mother's pussy? That you can just let any guy fuck you?"

"Calm down, we can talk about this..."

"What's there to talk about, you already fucked him, you pervert!" Then, Vanessa swung her hand back in a wide arc across the air, catching Corey across the face. His eyes immediately watered as he gasped in shock and pain. Even Vanessa looked surprised it happened, but quickly her anger rose up again to displace it. Anger that threatened to do it again... or worse.

Corey had to get out of there, had to escape. But his mother's old body - his body, now - was tired, weak. He'd been walking around all day on a date, and was still dressed in heels. He'd never make it out of the house to anywhere safe. But within the house...

Corey turned and sprinted as hard and as fast as he could. While he didn't have endurance, he hoped the slight head start would let him get away. He ran, hitting the stairs and having to scramble his way up on all four. A sharp ripping sensation tugged through a pair of his fingers on his right hand, and he looked down to see his manicured nails broken off. Dizzy with the pain radiating from his hand and his face, he crashed into the wall at the top of the stairs before turning down the hallway.

Instinct was driving him through his fear, and he crashed into his room - his old teenage, male self's room. Immediately he wheeled around, snapping off the spike heel on one of his shoes and twisting his ankle as he turned to lock the door shut. Almost immediately after the lock clicked shut, he could hear Vanessa crash into the door. Her fists rained down on the thin wooden panel, shaking it in its frame. Corey let out a whimper, choking on the flood of emotions.

"What the fuck is happening," he gasped, limping away on the broken shoe from the door toward the window. He bumped into the sill, glancing up to see the dark expanse of sky outside of it. The first of the shooting stars appeared, glinting through the darkness as they streaked by. It was happening, the only way he knew of that could change them back, but...

But Vanessa would never treat her husband well, not again. They had issues before, and Corey getting Tyler to fuck him was going to re-establish things between his parents. He choked on a sob as he realized just what had happened. He gave up everything - his loving girlfriend, an easy life as a college student, everything - and stepped into a failing marriage that could never be saved unless he stayed. Even if they did swap back, could he really look Brooke in the eyes again? Could he let his father try and be close to such a seemingly hateful woman?

Corey sagged against the wall under the window, sobbing as he sat on the carpet. This wasn't his room anymore - it likely would never be his again. Brooke would likely never be his girlfriend again. He'd be a housewife, with half of his life gone and past that he never got the chance to live. He never got a chance to pick his partner, even, he realized. Tyler had been chosen for him by Vanessa, and unless he wanted to hurt the man again with continuing the divorce, Corey wouldn't be able to leave him.

The door burst in, Corey's old body standing in the pile of rubble it created. Corey managed to look up at her, at Vanessa, and sobbed harder. Almost immediately Vanessa crossed the room, lifting Corey up and pressing him against the window.

"You fatherfucking slut!" A smack across the face. "That's my fucking body, how fucking dare you!" Another smack. "You want to be a little pervert, I'll show you!" Suddenly, Corey was spun around, pressed breasts-first against the cold glass. It'd started to rain, he realized, his tears blurring his vision. Corey slumped against the pane, tears still running down his face. Devastation consumed him, having lost everything.

Then he felt it. Somehow he hadn't noticed his clothes getting messed up, his skirt getting pulled up his hips. But he felt the warm flesh against his ass, a hard throbbing member he knew all too well, albeit not from this angle. "No..." he whispered, trailing off in horror.

Vanessa grabbed his hair. He thought it looked cute earlier when he put it up in a high ponytail, but now that it was used to hold him in place it felt dirty. Sexualized, even. "What's wrong," Vanessa jeered, grinding her hips against his. "You don't like the idea of doing your family?"

"Van-- Mom, please don't... Why would you do this to me?!" Corey thrashed ineffectively, a fight put back into him.

"You think you can fuck my husband? You think you can put his dick in you?" Her own dick rubbed against his ass, spreading his cheeks as it moved. "I'll fucking show you," Vanessa growled, a possessive rasp filling her voice.

Corey struggled, trying to get away but Vanessa's stronger body held him close, keeping him pinned against the window. Tears flowed down his face as he stared off, overwhelmed by the feelings of what was happening behind him as his mother pulled aside his panties, lining up her cock with his pussy.

"Please... no..." he choked out, gasping as he felt like he was drowning.

"Fuck you... 'mom.'" Vanessa's voice was cold as she shoved her shaft at Corey. It hit its mark, sinking deep into Corey's vagina. Corey silently cried out, mouth agape as his body sank against the window. Vanessa pushed in, fully sheathing her cock into her former pussy. Corey felt betrayed, both by his mother for the heinous act she was committing, and by his body for feeling a slight twinge of arousal, for the slick lubrication that was already flowing between his legs.

Vanessa fucked him, grunting and gasping as she buried her cock in him. Over and over again she thrusted, filling up his sex with with her manhood. Corey felt stretched out, detachedly realizing how much bigger his old cock was than his father's. Tears streamed down his face. He'd never be able to forgive her, never be able to look at his mother again. She was assaulting him, forcing herself on him, and why? To make a point?

Was she jealous? Was she angry? Was she just horny? Her motivations weren't clear, and it felt like Corey was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He didn't deserve this-- He didn't deserve to be violated and used and broken by his own mother.

Through his blurred vision, a flash of light streaked across his vision. Corey vaguely made out the falling stars that still illuminated the night sky. "I wish..." he mumbled, only to find Vanessa grabbing him by the side of his mouth.

"Fucking knock it off with that wish crap!" she bellowed, her deep masculine voice booming through the room. She gave a forceful thrust into Corey's rear, ramming his entire body forward so hard that the window shattered, the largest of the shards tumbling to the driveway below and leaving only tiny fragments of glass that threatened to cut at him. Corey started to tumble through it, his hands catching on the broken glass and getting slicing up. Only Vanessa's quick reaction to grabbing Corey by the ass saved him from a second story fall.

For a moment, the pair just stood there, Corey's chest, face, and hands mildly bleeding while Vanessa remained still in his hole. He started to sob, wailing out loud. "I wish you'd see some consequences for your actions!" As if centered on the house, an earth-shattering bang of thunder exploded into the night air.

Vanessa dug her nails into Corey's ass, resuming fucking him. "Fuck you and your little fucking wishes! You know what I wish for? I wish every girl I fuck is mine, forever. Permanently! Even you, you fucking nasty little slut!"

Vanessa groaned, cumming hard into Corey with her final words. Corey shook - both from a climax and from the loud thunder that had sounded again - as he whimpered and cried, his own body betraying him, cumming along with his mother inside of his pussy.

Vanessa sagged in her posture slightly, pulling Corey roughly back into the room. She dumped her old body on the floor like a used sex doll, staggering back. Corey rolled onto his back, sobbing as he looked up at his mother. For a moment, it looked like Vanessa was going to apologize, but she had the good sense to stay silent. She looked... Corey struggled to make out any emotion on her face, instead seeing the expression of someone who was dead inside. Vanessa fastened up her pants, backing away before running out of the house.

Long, quiet minutes passed with only the rain keeping Corey company. He'd been... He couldn't use the word, couldn't accept what had happened. A finger that didn't feel like his own drifted down, touching his labia. Blood and cum were on it when he pulled it back to look at it closely. Jamie's words from work the other day echoed through Corey's head.

You should never wish on a shooting star. It will almost always turn out bad for everyone involved.

Two more wishes had been made. Shockingly, Corey was more worried about what was going to happen because of them than he was about what had just happened. His life was ruined, but now... Now anything could happen.

A car pulled up to the house and a door slammed shut. Corey heard someone talking, a man, but the rain obscured his specific words. It was clear enough to know that Tyler came home, when he should have been away still. Clumsily, Corey managed to stand, wiping his hands off on the skirt as he pushed it down.

He couldn't tell Tyler what had happened. If there was any chance of changing back, he couldn't have his old life ruined, marked as an assaulter. Besides, it would only serve to enrage Tyler, and that's not what Corey needed. Desperately, he realized he needed love and compassion from someone, and who better than his own father. He turned to Tyler as he entered the room, gingerly stepping through the debris of the door. "..." Corey choked, sinking to his knees and sobbing. Words failed him, though it wouldn't matter.

Tyler rushed over, scooping Corey up into a hug. "Vanessa, what happened? Are you ok? The door... The window... You're bleeding!"

Corey's crying cut off abruptly at the sound of his mother's name. He'd have to carry that name for the rest of his life, it dawned on him. The name of his attacker was how the whole world would see him and call him. It broke him a little to think that he'd have to play Vanessa forever now, and he stared up at his husband, feeling hollow inside.

"I tripped." Corey's voice sounded like a ghost, distant and ephemeral. It was barely understandable over the sounds of the storm that whipped in through the window.

"Fuck," Tyler sighed the word. "That's a hell of a trip." He gave Corey a look, as though he didn't quite believe his story but he wasn't going to argue it. "Let's get you cleaned up. I'll help you shower, ok?"

Panic filled Corey's heart. If they showered together, Tyler would find the evidence that Vanessa forced herself on him. That she... Corey shook his head, more to his own thoughts than to answer his father.. "I can clean myself up. But... can you fix this up? Stop the rain from ruining the carpet? I'll meet you in bed, ok?"

Before Tyler could answer, Corey slipped out of the hug and into the bathroom. He felt numb, detached from reality as he tried to process everything going on. Once the shower was running and the hot - scaldingly hot - water was pelting at his soft skin, he let himself cry. Only where no one would see, only when no one would hear.

He was alone. There wasn't anyone in the world that knew what had happened to him, and who could he really tell? For a moment Corey closed his eyes and imagined Brooke holding him. She'd still love him, in this alternate reality he pictured. She'd still care and say all the right words and make it ok. She wouldn't sleep with Vanessa, and the two would get married and be happy.

When Corey opened his eyes, finally done crying, the water had turned cold. He wiped himself down, every inch inside and out to hide what had happened. He needed to be presentable for Tyler, being the loving housewife he was meant to be.

That's the only option Corey had left: Be the perfect wife to his own father, pretend his mother didn't exist despite her stealing his body, and go to work Monday like nothing happened.

Corey snuggled into bed with Tyler, sighing softly as the man's thick arms wrapped around him. Maybe, just maybe, he could make this work.