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

Chapter Tags: [Sexting][Masturbation][Public]

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 crashed into her chair at work, immediately slumping forward with her gaze locked onto the faux tile floor. She registered the sound of a chair sliding over toward her, but couldn't bring herself to look up at the source of the sound. A hand clasped her shoulder and pulled her upright. It was Jamie, looking aghast as she took in her coworker.

"Van-- Corey!" she exclaimed, barely dropping her voice for Corey's real name. Corey managed half of a smile before Jamie continued. "You... Geez, have you been crying all weekend since I left?"

With a wince at the sharp words, Corey looked away, moderately ashamed. She had, in fact, been crying Saturday night and all day Sunday morning, and she knew she looked haggard and worn down. She gave a soft chuckle, still avoiding eye contact. "It's that bad, huh? I tried a little extra makeup to cover up the bags under my eyes."

"Honey... It's not the makeup that's the problem, it's how you're acting." Jamie tried to offer a calming smile, waiting patiently for Corey to look at her again. When she finally did, she continued, speaking softly. "Look, I know it wasn't ok seeing him, er... her... uh..."

"Him," Corey supplied. "I know it's weird, but Vanessa has been a guy, and I've been a girl. We've adjusted."

"Him, then. It's painful to see him and your ex--" Corey visibly flinched at the term, but Jamie continued, "--doing what they were doing in front of you."

"It's not what they've been doing," Corey whispered, her voice suddenly hoarse and failing to work the way she wanted. "I've known they have been having sex for months now, the night before Vanessa and I... Well, I heard them doing it. No, that's not what hurts."

Jamie waited, letting Corey's silence drag out. After a couple minutes of sitting quietly and ignoring the people walking into the building past their desk, Jamie gave a soft nudge into Corey's arm. "What hurts then, hun?"

A long, heavy, sigh emanated from Corey as she collected her thoughts - and bolstered herself to avoid crying again - before she spoke. "She's pregnant," she croaked out, her voice cracking. She sniffled, feeling the tears fall. "She's pregnant, and it's my fault."

Jamie looked around. This early in the morning, there was plenty of traffic into their building, and people were noticing Corey's waterworks getting started. Quickly she stood, taking Corey by the arm and shepherding her deeper into the building, down a back hallway and into an old, unused conference room. Clicking the door shut behind her, Jamie took a look at Corey, blonde hair spilling about in an unkempt and out-of-control manner, makeup looking patchy and rough, and eyes looking red and puffy. Corey could feel herself being examined, and wished she could curl up and disappear from view.

"Sit there," Jamie said, gesturing at the table. Hesitantly, Corey slid up onto it and shuffled back a little so that her knees were against the edge. "You're getting a quick makeover."

"What? Why?"

"When I feel upset, someone pampering me and taking care of me always helps. Besides, this way you can tell me what's going on in private, and I can help restore you to the standard you've been keeping your mom's body the last few months."

Corey chuckled, looking away. "The 'standard' I've been keeping? You mean, trying to look nice everyday?"

Jamie rolled her eyes, grabbing basic makeup supplies out of her bag and wiping off what Corey had done earlier that morning. "Yeah, that. You've been working out and doing your hair and makeup every day and looking stunning." Jamie gave a side eyed look at Corey, smirking. "If I was into ladies, well, I would have said something sooner. Now, while I work at this, you talk. Why could you even possibly feel like you're responsible for getting Brooke pregnant?"

Corey closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about why she felt that way. "I guess it's because it's my body, you know?" After the two shared a look, Corey couldn't help but to laugh softly. "Ok, I guess you wouldn't know what it's like to swap bodies with your mom and then she uses your body to knock up your girlfriend, but trust me. I feel like I need to take care of this. I wished for this to happen, after all."

Jamie sighed, taking a pause in her work. "You wished to help your parents' relationship. That was what you were thinking about, and it sounds like you did. After all, you and Tyler are still together, and the divorce is off the table."

"Yeah, but--"

"No buts; you'll 'but' yourself to death if you let yourself. 'But I love my mom in my old body!' Is that what you were going to say? Ok, yeah, that's weird and kinda a little narcissistic and you probably ought to go to therapy for that, but at the same time, you're making it work." Jamie gave a look at Corey which she interpreted as a challenge, as though with her eyes alone she was asking Corey to prove her wrong.

Corey sighed, attempting to nod before Jamie grabbed her face to hold her still. "Yeah, you're right," she said, sounding not quite as defeated as she thought. "I just... Brooke is pregnant..."

"You keep saying that, but maybe you don't feel responsible for it because it was your body?"

Stunned, Corey just looked at Jamie for a moment. "Are you saying... that I'm feeling responsible not because it was my body... but because now I'm that body's mom?"

Jamie stopped working for a second, as she herself thought it over. "I guess so? I don't know, why don't you tell me if that sounds right."

Corey let Jamie resume fussing over her face; based on her own practice with makeup, she could tell their little makeover time was almost up. "I... I'm the mom, aren't I? Vanessa has been acting like a teen, ignoring consequences and messing around, and here I am, being the mom about the situation." She took a deep, shaky breath before continuing. "If I'm the mom, that makes Vanessa my son. My son... My son, who knocked up his girlfriend and now there's those consequences."

Jamie hopped up onto the table, turning Corey to the side and started straightening her hair out with the help of the hairbrush in her bag. "Ok, mom," she started after Corey had been quiet for a moment. "What do you feel like you need to do, then? You know, if you're responsible for your kid's pregnancy like you think you are."

Corey sat deathly still, trying to ignore the shiver that ran through her body as Jamie called her mom. That on its own meant something, but that was something to be figured out later. "I guess I need to talk to Vanessa, and see if he wants or needs my help raising Brooke's kid?"

"Might I remind you that you haven't actually raised a kid before, or even lived, what, half the years of your life right now?"

Corey chuckled. "Yeah, I know. But everyone's got to have their first kid." She rubbed her belly gently, thinking about the little spark of life within. "Besides, I wouldn't be raising them alone. There'd be Vanessa and Brooke, and Tyler..."

"Does Tyler even know?" The question hung in the air longer than it should have.

Hesitantly, Corey answered, "Know what?"

Jamie sighed. "You have to tell him! Everything! Jesus girl, you can't keep this stuff secret."

"Yeah, well, how do you tell your mom's husband - your husband now! - that he's actually been sleeping with his son in his wife's body, and oh yeah, said wife in his son's body didn't exactly ask permission before taking his son in his wife's body and now there's a baby in play that probably isn't his!"

"You know, when you say it like that it just sounds confusing more than anything. Maybe a flow chart would help when you tell Tyler?" Corey turned her head quickly to glare at Jamie, but quickly started laughing when she saw her friend was struggling to keep in her own giggles. "For real, this can't continue like this. If Vanessa needs to come clean about everything, so do you. This week, before the shooting stars go away."

Corey sighed, nodding once her hair was freed from her coworkers grasp. "Hey... I know it's literally 30 minutes into our first shift of the week..."

"You want me to cover for you so that you can get stuff figured out?"

"Just this week?"

Jamie gave a long, overdramatized sigh before rolling her eyes and grinning at Corey. "Yeah, I think I can manage this place. Besides, who do you think did most of the work when your mom worked here? Because it sure as hell wasn't her!"

Corey laughed, hopping off the desk before turning back to Jamie. "You're amazing. Thank you for being my first friend I made after all of this." Jamie waved her off, but Corey planted a quick kiss on her cheek. "I mean it. Thank you."

"Get out of here," Jamie said softly, shaking her head. "Go, figure stuff out. Be the responsible mom you know you are."

Corey scurried down the halls back to the front desk as quickly as she could in her modest heels, clicking down the linoleum pathways. Before Jamie could even get back to the desk, Corey was gone, having collected her own bag and was out at the car in the building's large parking garage. She let herself in and started the vehicle before pausing.

Instead of driving off, she pulled out her phone and brought up her texting app. She found Vanessa's contact - still labeled as 'Corey' since it had been her old phone and they had been keeping the ruse up for months now. She ignored the fact that their last text was months ago, before the swap. Corey fixed the names in her phone. It wasn't like Tyler went through it, and besides, if she was to tell him everything this week it wouldn't matter what name her phone said.

Corey < Hey, you there?

Her fingers hammered off the message and hit send before she could second guess it. While waiting to hear back, Corey stared off into space, thinking about everything that was going on, and what Jamie had said to her. Before she could get too lost in thought, though, a response came in.

Vanessa > Is everything ok?

Corey < Just want to talk, you good to text?

Vanessa > Yeah, what's going on?

Corey paused, unsure how to continue. Should she play it cautious and slow, or just say how she felt? Conviction struck through her, and she got to typing.

Corey < I want you to call me mom from now on.

Vanessa > Uhh, why?

Corey < I'm pregnant with your kid, right? Between that and actually being your body's mom, I think it's a fair request

There was a long delay. Corey immediately began worrying that she made the wrong choice, that she was too forward or that this should have been done face to face. The thought of Vanessa calling her 'mom' to her face, though... Corey rubbed her thighs together. Now that sounded nice.

Vanessa > That makes you a milf, you know.

Vanessa > My milf.

Vanessa > Do you want to be my milf?

Corey hardly registered that the texts came in, she was lost in thought. When she finally did notice it, a wave of heat ran through her body that seemed to collect and build in her loins. A MILF? That... That'd be hot, she realized.

Corey < Smooth

Vanessa > Is that a yes?

Corey quickly typed before she could doubt herself.

Corey < Yeah, I do

Vanessa > Ok, mom ;)

Corey let out a soft moan reading the words. She groaned, looking around out the windows only to confirm no one was around in the middle of the workday. She couldn't understand why this was so arousing. Was she getting turned on by being a mom? Was her body urging her, pushing her toward motherhood?

Vanessa > Was that all you wanted, mom?

Corey < If you keep calling me that...

Vanessa > What, you like being your son's milf lover?

As she read the words, her pussy clenched down on nothingness and she became painfully aware of how empty she was. "Fuck," she whispered, giving another look around. It was still deserted in the parking garage, and she was near the back anyway. With a grumble, she pulled down her pants and panties to her knees, exposing her hot and throbbing pussy. A manicured finger from her offhand slipped between her lips, immediately coated in her juices. With her other hand, she typed back.

Corey < More than you know...

Vanessa > Oh, I have a good idea.

Vanessa > What are you doing right now?

Corey immediately looked around, trying to spot Vanessa - or someone that might be letting him know what she was up to. No, the garage was still empty thankfully, especially since she was two knuckles deep with her second finger already in her. Corey blushed, debating whether or not to send the message. Finally, she committed and hit send.

Corey < I'm in my car at work, touching myself.

Vanessa > Oh, you're so naughty, mom. Send a picture.

Feeling a tightness in her chest, Corey looked down. She questioned if she dared to do what he said, but the heady mix of arousal and love tipped her over the edge of rational thinking. Within seconds she had her phone between her legs, the flash illuminating her sacred bits. Before she could doubt herself the picture was away through the airwaves to her son's phone.

Vanessa > Very nice

Corey < Please delete that...

Vanessa > Why should I? My mom's got a beautiful pussy.

Vanessa > I bet you're thinking about your son fucking you right now.

Corey < Maybe...

Vanessa > Admit you're thinking about that and I'll send you a picture back.

Corey < ...

Corey < Yes, I'm thinking about my son fucking me hard

Almost immediately a picture came through. While it loaded, Corey sat anxiously, glancing around the parking garage. It finally popped up, and on display was Corey's former cock. Her son's cock, now, rather. It was the cock that had violated her, that she had become addicted to, that she craved.

The cock that had put a baby into her.

Corey groaned with pleasure, leaning forward over the steering wheel. Her fingers were probing into her slit, pressing and rubbing against her most sensitive spot. She was going to be a mom. She was already a mom, to Vanessa. Vanessa was calling her mom, and soon Tyler would be too. The thought of both her parents calling her that sent ripples of pleasure through her, leaving goosebumps in their wakes. She whimpered, digging her fingers in deeper, adding a third finger to the mix.

Vanessa > Well, what do you think?

The text alert woke Corey from her trance, and she managed to punch out a reply.

Corey < I need it

Vanessa > Oh yeah, mommy?

Vanessa > Do you want my thick cock in your pussy?

Vanessa > Do you want to be fucked by your son?

Vanessa > Do you like being your son's milf?

Corey stared at her phone, unable to type with how badly she was shaking. Violently she fingered herself, letting her digits spread and stretch and fill her hole while her thumb worked aggressive circles over her clit. She cried out but no sound was made, her throat tight as her body locked up.

Vanessa > Cum for me, mommy.

Vanessa's final text sent Corey over the edge. Her body writhed in the car seat, shaking the entire vehicle as she orgasmed. Her mind felt like mush, a slurry of erotic thoughts and overstimulated nerves. Slowly, Corey pulled her hand back from her crotch, taking in the long strands of slick arousal dripping off her fingers. On a whim, she slurped them into her mouth, savoring her own flavor.

This was the flavor of her mom's pussy, she realized, before correcting herself: it was the flavor of her own pussy. Corey decided she had a delicious taste, sucking clean every finger before freeing her hand to air dry. She was still out of breath and panting heavily when she checked her phone again. There were several more texts from Vanessa, urging her to cum and finish.

Corey < Now that's no way to talk to your mother, young man.

Vanessa > It was that good, huh?

Corey < Yeah, tho I need to see you again

Corey < Soon

Vanessa > I'm with Brooke, we can't meet up today.

Corey set down her phone, giving her eyes a rest. She could do this. Vanessa being with Brooke wasn't some earth-shattering thing, she could make it through this. In her post-orgasmic haze, her emotions felt more intense than usual. Tears threatened to form in her eyes.

Corey < I want to be mom for Brooke's kid too

Vanessa > What?

Corey < I can help raise her kid, one big family

Vanessa > I'll have to talk with her about that. I don't know what she'd say.

Vanessa > Talk to you later.

Corey sighed, setting her phone aside. It hadn't gone as well as she hoped, but at the same time it could have gone much worse. Feeling overwhelmed by the whole thing - along with exhaustion from her orgasm - Corey reclined her car seat, pulled her pants back up, and closed her eyes. Almost immediately, she was drifting off to sleep, dreaming of being called mom some more.