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

Chapter Tags: [CBT][Pain][Feet][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!

"If you keep glancing around like that, people are going to pay more attention."

"Hey, I can't help it if I'm anxious!" Vanessa switched from his near-frantic vigil of the area around him to rapidly bouncing his leg. Noire across from him smiled, reaching out and taking his hand. Nearly instantly, he felt better in her cool grasp, running his thumb over the back of her hand. "Thanks," he whispered, smiling at her.

"So, couldn't get enough of me on Sunday? You wanted to finish what we started here?" Noire's grin stretched wide across her face as she leaned in like she was about to devour him.

Shooting another quick glance around the semi-crowded cafe, Vanessa could feel his heart rate climbing. "Noire!' he hissed, giving her a glare. She only leaned back in her chair, looking as calm and confident as ever. Then, he felt it. A pressure against his crotch. "What are you--"

"Shush, little Corey, just enjoy it," Noire whispered. "They're too busy drinking their designer coffees and whispering about their own lives; just let me have some fun."

Vanessa slipped her hand down under the table only to confirm what he already was feeling. There was Noire's mostly-bare foot, clad only in fishnets, rubbing up on his crotch. He sighed, feeling his cock harden in his pants. It was already uncomfortable, being trapped in the relatively tight jeans he was wearing. "Look, I just want to have a serious conversation with you."

"And I just want your dick in me right now. This is called compromise." The look on Noire's face turned serious while she kept massaging his crotch. It was as though she had a mission, trying to stimulate him as quickly and aggressively as possible. Already, Vanessa was left panting, screwing up his face. If this continued, he'd surely blow his load in his pants, and then be forced to walk home with that mess. Fortunately, that thought - combined with thinking about what he needed to tell Noire - helped reel him back from the edge.

Vanessa sighed, looking his lover in the eyes. "We need to talk, Noire. I mean it." When she merely nodded, he continued. "I... I haven't been entirely honest with you. Ugh, where to start?"

The steely look in Noire's eyes softened, and she squeezed Vanessa's hand. "Look, whatever it is, we'll figure it out. You just need to say it. If we're going to raise a kid together--"

"Yeah, well, it's not just your kid we're talking about here," Vanessa grumbled before realizing what he had said. "Fuck," he muttered, hanging his head.

"Who else's-- That girl you were with at the shop, this is about her, isn't it?"

The grip on Vanessa's hand had tightened so slightly that after a moment he wondered if he had imagined it at all. "Yeah, about her and... Well, I better start at the beginning." Vanessa looked back up at Noire. The woman had gone still, her heel pressed against his crotch. He gulped, anxiety rising again as he forced himself to tear away from her gaze. "She's... Well... Noire, she's my girlfriend."

The truth blurted out in a single breath, and Vanessa couldn't bear to look at her anymore. "Does she know about us?" Noire's question was simple, though there was a tension in her voice. When Vanessa didn't answer, Noire pulled her hand out his grip and used her fingertips to lift his chin to make him look at her. "Does. She. Know. About. Us."

Vanessa finally looked Noire in the eyes, giving the smallest shake of his head. "No... I haven't told her yet." Noire's grip on his chin tightened. "I'm telling you first, and I'm going to tell her next. I swear."

Noire's gaze challenged him, digging through his eyes to look into his soul and determine if he was lying or not. Satisfied, she pulled her hand back, taking a sip of her coffee while keeping her gaze pointedly away from Vanessa. "So you got both of us pregnant. Were you going to raise two kids with two different moms? Or were you planning on tossing me aside?"

Horror pierced through Vanessa's chest, leaving behind a kind of pain he would never be able to describe. No, he couldn't imagine himself leaving any of his girls, but that hadn't caused the agony he had just suffered. That had come from the split second thought that he could leave her: he could leave all his girls with a single wish. It was physically painful to think about, but the thought worked into his brain like a parasite.

Still, he had to reassure Noire. Even though she kept her face as cool and controlled as she could, Vanessa could still pick up the hints of the potential heartbreak ready to consume her. The way she glanced around as though insecure, the way her foot had started to bounce against his crotch, the slight tremor in her hand as she took another sip of her coffee. "No, I'm not going to leave you. Or her." He reached back out, taking hold of her hand in his and giving it a squeeze. "You're both my girls, and I will take care of you. Think about it, Noire. I didn't have to tell you, I could have kept this secret and separate. I brought her to the shop knowing you might see her and ask questions, and I am telling you because I want you to know."

Noire grumbled, the noise sounding like an angry sigh. After a moment, she turned back to him and frowned. "You're young, so I don't know if you get it. This lifestyle? Having multiple partners? It takes a lot of communication, a lot of trust. You can't just screw anyone you want and get away with it." She took a deep breath and continued. "But, if you're going to tell your girlfriend about us, if she's ok with you having another lover... I suppose we're ok..."

Vanessa gave a soft, genuine smile. "I'll talk with her. She's a bit, hmm, obsessed with me, and might not like it, but she'll understand." His smile turned bashful and he looked away. "You know, you were my first, Noire."

A sound of surprise escaped her lips, and she pressed her foot down firmly against his pants again. As his wilting cock hardened for the second time, he could feel each individual toe of his lover's foot curling to grip his budding erection. "Oh," she responded, a bit of mirth in her voice when she finally spoke. "Is that so? Before your little girlfriend?"

Vanessa nodded. "Yeah, even before Brooke and I did anything. You were my first blowjob, and then that second time we met... that was my first time like that, too."

"Brooke, hmm?" Noire licked her black lips, smirking. She shifted in her seat, using a single finger to tug her top down a little lower. The pale curves of her breasts rose up, looking especially full thanks to the tight top that was pushing on them. Vanessa swore she could make out the very edge of what appeared to be a nipple - the woman wasn't wearing a bra, it seemed. "Tell me, does she know you're seeing me today?"

"Huh? I thought you were upset--"

"Shh, Corey." Noire's foot was stroking up and down his bulge, making Vanessa tighten his grip on his coffee cup. "I might not be the girl you're dating, but if I'm your first, that makes me your girl in a special way that no one can ever take from me. Like I'm your sexy teacher, and you're my little student. Besides, I think I can share you with one other person."

Vanessa immediately looked away, and Noire leaned in wordlessly. He could imagine her thoughts, her disapproval. "There's another..." he whispered, trailing off.

Immediately, Noire's foot crushed against his cock before slipping lower to pin his balls against the chair. Vanessa made a strangled noise as he barely caught himself from crying out and making too much noise in the public cafe. Pleadingly, he looked at Noire, unable to beg for her to ease up. Before he could summon together his thoughts into a coherent sentence, Noire spoke up. "Tell me everything, now."

Squirming, Vanessa could feel his cock throbbing shamefully in his pants. He was baffled, unable to believe that this was turning him on. Was Noire's aggression and dominance actually a turn-on? Even through the pain of having his balls crushed by her, Vanessa still craved more. He let out a whimper, looking her in her eyes. "There's... one other girl," he choked out. "You're going to judge me for this, but you'll see why I couldn't tell you."

Noire sat impassively, sipping her coffee. "Just say it," she said, her voice cold and neutral.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Vanessa tried to imagine this going well. He couldn't find a way to say the words that would make everything make sense, that would let him keep Noire in his life. He rested a hand on her nearly-bare foot, using the cool touch of her skin to steel himself. "I... My mom and I..."

The pain intensified between his legs. Silently gasping, Vanessa looked up at Noire with his mouth agape. The room tilted back and forth, the pain and pleasure driving his mind wild. "Your mother?" Her voice was challenging, but not judgemental. It sounded like she wanted Vanessa to explain more than anything.

"I... We..." For a moment, Vanessa was about to tell Noire everything: the bodyswap, the intense hormones that came with it and drove him wild at first, the inexcusable acts he made against Corey, their new and budding relationship as more than mother and son - or son and mother, depending on the perspective. But doubt and fear crept into his heart. How do you tell someone - someone you love, especially - that you have been pretending to be a different person the whole time you've known them? That you had stepped into the identity of your son, and formed relationships and gotten people pregnant and been intimate? That your entire relationship was built on a lie?

No, he wouldn't tell Noire or Brooke about the body swap. He couldn't risk pushing them away or freaking them out. He couldn't fuck things up worse than they had to be. But he had to tell her about Corey's pregnancy, which meant telling her about the line he'd crossed. Vanessa looked off out a nearby window. "I couldn't control myself around her. She's a beautiful woman." He hung his head in shame. "I was an idiot and an asshole, and I thought..." He closed his eyes for a moment before looking back into Noire's eyes. "I thought I could take what I wanted, that I didn't need permission." Tears filled his eyes, his voice wavering as he spoke. "I was wrong, and an idiot, and now my mom is pregnant because of me."

Fury filled Noire's gaze. Her foot jammed into Vanessa's crotch, sending sharp pains through his loins and gut. "You're so disgusting!" She hit his balls again, leaving him doubled over on the table with his coffee spilled aside. Through the haze of pain, Vanessa realized people were turning to look. The tears that had been welling up started to spill, running down his face and onto the table. "You fucking 'took' your mother? You didn't think her consent or feelings mattered?" She leaned in, dropping her voice as it filled with icy chill. "I don't care that you find your mother hot. I really don't. I care that you treated her like a piece of meat."

Noire slapped her hand across Vanessa's cheek before standing up again. "Wait," he pitifully begged. Slowly he staggered to his feet, shambling after his lover as she made her way out of the cafe. "I... I can't lose you, Noire!"

By the time Noire stopped to turn around and confront him for following her, she'd already made it halfway down the block. "Stop following me! Leave me alone! You're so fucking disgusting!" She took a step forward toward Vanessa. "You know what? You've managed to fucking knock up three different girls, and you just act like everything will work out. I feel like shit knowing I have your baby in me now. What if it grows up to also defile its mom? Like father, like son, after all."

Vanessa collapsed onto his knees, sobbing. "Please, Noire... I've already talked to my mom, we've patched things up. I'm trying to make things right. I told you because I trusted you."

Noire looked frustrated for a long time. Finally, she turned her back to Vanessa, only uttering "We'll see about that," before walking away.

Vanessa cried until it hurt to breathe, curled up against the side of a building. The pain in his chest from the rejection of one of his girls left him suffering. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Noire, or even Brooke or Corey for that matter. Eventually he pulled himself to his feet, staggering down the street.

'We'll see about that.'

What had Noire's last words meant? Vanessa turned them over in his mind, trying to work them out. Despondent and beside himself with sadness, he pulled out his phone and tried to call Noire. After the second ring, it went directly to voicemail. He tried again, but this time it didn't even ring. He shoved his phone back into his pocket, slowly making his way through the suburbs back home to Brooke.