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

Chapter Tags: [PIV]

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!

"Here we go," Tyler groaned, rocking his hips against Corey's. Corey let out a moan as she felt the hard shaft slipping along the length of her slit, parting her thick labia. Rough, manly hands gripped her breasts, squeezing like they yearned to draw forth milk. Corey shook her head, trying to shake out the pregnancy thoughts.

Enjoy this, she told herself silently. This is your husband, make love to him happily. The reminder to herself felt hollow, without the passion it should have.

Corey reached up, wrapping a hand around the back of Tyler's head. She pulled him close, forcing her lips against his in a passionate kiss. She groaned, making eye contact with him. "P-put it in," she moaned needfully.

With a soft chuckle, Tyler slipped his hand down between their legs and took hold of his cock. Immediately he angled it into Corey's pussy, parting those lips with his round tip. She couldn't keep her hips still, writhing from side to side. Then, slowly, he pushed in. Corey whimpered, wrapping her legs around her husband's waist, pulling him inside. Tyler put his hands on the bed on either side of Corey's shoulders, smiling down at her.

"Fuck, babe. Are you getting tighter?" Corey could feel it, the way her womanhood gripped and clung to Tyler's shaft. She clenched her muscles, enjoying the moans she drew out of Tyler and said a quiet thank you for her workouts she'd been doing. Still, it wasn't a perfect fit, something was slightly off. She needed just a little more, in both girth and length. She needed Vanessa, she thought, frowning. Tyler began to rock his hips back and forth; if he noticed her soured expression, he hadn't let on yet. Corey did her best to lose herself in the moment, but the thoughts kept nagging at her.

It'd be hotter if it was Vanessa.  

You want your mother's cock in you.  

Vanessa is your lover.  

You belong to him.

It was almost uncomfortable, feeling another man filling her. Tears came to Corey's eyes; she'd meant to save her parents' relationship, and now it was going to fall apart again and it was all her fault. She hardly noticed as Tyler stopped thrusting, pulled out gently from between her legs, and sat down beside her. But it was the stroke of his hand across her cheek that stirred her from her thoughts, that made her painfully aware that he was paying attention to her.

"You've been... different, the last few days. Since Corey came home." The words were whispered, an opening for Corey to contribute to the budding conversation. Tyler waited before continuing, speaking softly. "If something happened, I need you to tell me. I can make some guesses as to why we've had multiple broken doors, a broken window, and scars on your body, but I need you to open up and work with me."

"Please," Corey pleaded, looking away. "I'll do anything to not talk about this. Tyler, I'll do anything; I'll even let you fuck my ass if you drop this."

Tyler immediately shook his head, pulling a blanket up over his lap and up to Corey's waist. "No, I'm not going to take bribery sex to stop talking about this."

Corey sniffled, shaking her head. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Try me."

Tears started to fall from her face. "You would hate me."

Gently, Tyler cupped her cheek and leaned in, kissing her. It was warm, passionate without being sexual. Without any words, Corey could feel the compassion and love that he was trying to share with her, trying to reassure her. "Try me," he whispered again, softer.

Corey looked up at the man she'd once called dad in what seemed like another life. She looked up at the man she'd more recently taken up calling her husband. Her brain fought with itself on how to address him, what kind of man she needed him to be right now.

"Dad," she whispered, looking away before she could spot the confusion on Tyler's face she expected was already there. "It's me... I'm Corey."

There was a long silence before Tyler spoke, his voice hesitant and wavering. "You're going to have to explain, because this just sounds like a weird joke to me."

Corey choked back a sob, shaking her head. "It's not a joke, dad. Four months ago, mom and I made these stupid wishes on the shooting stars, and we somehow swapped bodies." Tyler started to speak, but Corey held up a hand to stop him. Remarkably, he did just that, waiting for more. "We decided we had to keep this secret until we changed back so that we wouldn't ruin each other's lives. So I've pretended to be your wife. I've pretended to be mom."

Tyler fidgeted anxiously, looking at the person before him with new appreciation. "That's enough, Vanessa. This isn't funny."

Corey groaned, sitting up and turning to face him. "It's me! I'm Corey!" Her voice cracked with desperation, her eyes wide and pleading. "Ty- Dad, how else would I know that when we took that trip to the zoo, you started driving home without me. We joked I'd live with the monkeys, but I know you were freaked out and you made me promise never to tell mom!"

The blanket bunched up in Tyler's fists, his breathing irregular and wild. "You... Corey..." Before he could string together any more words, Corey surged forward, hugging his father. The embrace was tight, and Corey drank in his manly odor. It felt right, getting the truth out there. "But we fucked--"

"Yeah, we fucked." Corey gave half a smile. "You're pretty good at it, though you were my first so it's hard to compare." Corey frowned at the look Tyler gave him. "Don't be like that dad. We've been happy and enjoying each other's company - in bed and out of it - right?"

Tyler looked down at the bed, his eyes unfocused as he took in all the details of nothing in particular. "We fucked," he whispered to himself. Corey nodded, giving him a moment to sort out his feelings. Finally, he looked at her, taking her in as if seeing her for the first time. "Hasn't it been weird to fuck your father? Why would you have done that?"

"I've always loved you. You made me happy as your son, and... Well, we kissed one day, and I felt a new kind of love for you. A love where I could see us being married, where I could see myself making love to you." Gently, her manicured hand cupped his cheek before drifting down his chest. "I was happy to be with you."

"I... I've been happy with you too, Van--... Corey. Sorry."

Corey chuckled, shaking her head. "It's fine. I just told you that your wife and son swapped bodies, I expect a little confusion."

"So... Why were you crying? Did you just need to tell me everything?"

Corey immediately looked away, her heart filling with shame. "I love you, Tyler," she mumbled. "I really do. But other stuff has happened, too. Stuff that I can't hide from you any longer." Tyler stayed quiet, letting Corey lead the conversation. "After we swapped, Vanessa got... horny. I think he couldn't handle all the testosterone and how turned on he constantly was. He started having sex; remember that night we heard him and Brooke going at it? That was the first night you and I did stuff.

"Well, it made Vanessa jealous. And angry. And while you were gone the next night, when it was just me and him here, he..." Corey took a deep breath, shaking her head. Even though she'd forgiven Vanessa, it was still horribly uncomfortable to discuss it. "He felt he had a right to my body, that he could do whatever he wanted to it. So he did... whatever he wanted. It's how I got these scars, and how I ended up pregnant."

The air went still in the room, seemingly heating up several degrees. "You're pregnant?" Tyler's whisper was barely audible over the drone of the air conditioning, but Corey could still make out all the emotion within it. Anger - no, rage - boiled within the short sentence. "You're pregnant?" he repeated, louder this time, nostrils flaring as he barely contained himself. Corey pulled away, drawing the blanket up past her breasts as though it would shield her from whatever was coming. "You're pregnant?!" His bellowing shook the walls, and Corey squirmed away from him on the bed. "My wife fucking abused my son and knocked you up?!" Tyler's fist struck out against an unoccupied section of bed. In a flash he was on his feet, stalking around the room, throwing another fist against the doorframe. "What the fuck is going on? I'm going to fucking kill him!"

Corey started to sob, shaking the bed as her body heaved with sorrow. She felt betrayed, having exposed herself and been honest with Tyler only for him to start lashing out. She tried to look at his viewpoint, to see the pain and betrayal of the lies he'd been fed for the last third of a year. It made sense he'd be upset given all the news, and it made sense he'd express that in such a way. But it was still agonizing to feel targeted and let down by someone she loved.

Tyler turned to Corey, and after taking several deep breaths, walked over to her. "Hey... I'm sorry..." he muttered, the words slipping from his lips.

"I'm sorry... I should have told you. I shouldn't have kept lying all this time."

Corey could tell he was thinking through what to say and choosing his words carefully. "No. My wife should have told me what was going on, not putting the burden of these secrets onto my son." Tyler pulled Corey close into a hug, squeezing her tightly. "When I see Vanessa next, though... She's going to pay for what she did to you, Corey."

Corey's entire body flinched hearing that. "No!" she cried out, tears streaming down her face once again. "I can't let you, please, don't do that!"

Tyler went still, taking hold of Corey and holding her at arm's length. "He assaulted you. It's my job as a parent to protect you--"

"But it's your job as my husband to stand by me!" Corey pleadingly looked into his eyes. "I... I love him, Tyler. I love you, but I also love him. And I can't think about either of the men in my life hurting each other. I know... I know he fucked up. He knows he fucked up, and he's apologized. That's why he was gone for so long, and why he came back on Saturday. He's starting to make things right. Now, he needs a mom in his life to help him sort things out... and I think he needs a dad in his life, too."

Tyler sighed, pushing his brown hair back. "Vanessa's supposed to be the mom here, you know. Not the other way around. You're a lot more caring than she was in that... body." He chuckled, shaking his head. "I... This is a lot to handle. I'm sure you know that; you've been handling it alone for so long. I don't know how you've done it."

Corey leaned over, resting her head on her father's chest, running manicured fingers over his abdomen. "It's been... a lot. But you've been here, helping me through it."

"I can see why you've been working out so much. I thought you... Vanessa... were just acting like Corey... you..." Tyler paused for a moment, brow furrowed. "Fuck these names are hard."

Corey giggled, giving a kiss on his jaw line. "I'm Corey. Unless we're out in public or around people we know, in which case you can call me Vanessa. But it's like a secret identity, ok?" She rubbed his belly gently, holding on tight to her man.

"Do... Do you feel better now that you've told me? It's going to change some stuff between us, now that I know."

With a nod, she looked up into his eyes. "I've been so stressed, so scared about telling you. Jamie pushed me to tell you, to finally admit what's been going on. I hope things change. I hope I don't have to hide that I want and love Vanessa while still wanting and loving you. I hope you can stand by me and support me for that. I hope... I hope you can still love me and fuck me... and look me in the eyes and call me the mother of our child."

"But I thought you said it was his..?"

Corey nodded. "Despite appearances, I haven't actually raised any kids before. And Vanessa... I think Vanessa needs parents in his life more than he needs to parent. Besides, he'll be busy with Brooke's kid, because... yeah, he got us both pregnant." Tyler's eyes bugged out, staring at her at the revelation of Brooke's pregnancy. "But you? You're my husband, and you've raised a kid, and if you can handle finding all this out... Well, I think you're plenty qualified!"

The pair chuckled together before both trailing off into their own thoughts. "Alright," Tyler finally said. "I don't like it, what he did to you. I'm going to have a word with him, but... Well, you're my wife, Corey." He smiled at her. "I've been happier the last few months with you than I was before that. It makes sense now why, but..." He laced his fingers through hers, looking into her eyes. "I'd do anything for you."

"Even if I'm fucking your wife in your son's body?"

Tyler groaned, rolling his eyes. "Well, when you phrase it like that, that'll take some getting used to. But yes... so long as you don't forget about me."

Corey's brow lifted as she looked him over. "Are you saying you still want to fuck me?" Tyler grumbled, looking away with a hint of embarrassment. "Tyler, if you want us to have sex, you need to say so."

Tyler looked back at Corey, taking in her beauty. "Corey," he murmured. "Is... Is it ok if we..?"

She put her hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eyes. "Say it."

Tyler's grumble turned into a soft growl as he pushed his wife down on the bed, pulling the blanket away from them. "Corey, you little brat, I want to fuck you." Corey grinned wide, licking her lips, but before she could reply Tyler grabbed hold of her again and flipped her over onto her front. "If you're pregnant, I'm not going to be able to have you like this soon. So we're going to take advantage of it while we can."

Corey shivered, spreading her legs to either side of Tyler as he situated himself between them. She felt his hands squeeze his ass, and for the first time in months the intrusive thoughts didn't immediately ruin the moment. She was still Vanessa's girl, but with Tyler she felt a different kind of safety and comfort. She let out a soft moan as he played with her ass, the noise rewarded with a quick smack to her rear.

Eyes wide, she turned back to look at him. Tyler was hunched over her, breathing heavily. Making eye contact, he slowly ran his fingers between her thighs, drawing up her slick arousal onto his digits before slowly pushing them in. "You want this, don't you?"

With a whimper, she nodded. "Please," she groaned, lifting her hips up. "I need you in me..."

Grunting, Tyler withdrew his fingers. His cockhead lined up at the entrance to her sex, but it didn't push in. "Tell me you love me."

"Mmm, I love you, you know that, right?" Tyler still didn't penetrate her, slowly dragging his cock along her slit. She was soaked from anticipation, from knowing that he knew everything now. "Dad," she whimpered, getting his attention right as his tip pressed against her clit. The throb that ran through both of them at the single word left them both panting. "Dad, I need you to fuck me now. I love you so much, but right now, fucking fill me with your cock!"

For a moment longer, Tyler still didn't enter his wife's womanhood. He seemed to be thinking about things, and Corey could only imagine what was on his mind. It didn't matter though, because after a few seconds he grabbed hold of her hips and slowly sunk in. It felt divine. Corey swore he hadn't fit this well in her a moment earlier. As her pussy stretched and wrapped around her husband's - her father's - cock, the intrusive thoughts came back, albeit different.

It'd be hotter if it was with Vanessa too.  

You want your mother's and your father's cocks in you.  

Vanessa and Tyler are your lovers.  

You belong to them.

A small orgasm rippled through her as she drank in these devious thoughts. She clenched down on his cock as her muscles contracted, feeling every curve and vein of his shaft inside of her. From far away, she could hear him groaning in pleasure, his hips rocking back and forth against hers.

"I'm going to fuck you now, ok Corey?" His voice was gentle, caring, as if she was going to break under his touch. She'd have to work with him later on that, but for now as long as he properly fucked her - as long as he still wanted her after the truth came out - that was enough. Corey nodded into the pillow beneath her face, her flowing blonde hair spreading everywhere around her.

Tyler started slowly, but within moments he was thrusting hard and recklessly, keeping her filled. Every time he pushed in, his cockhead dragged over Corey's inner sensitive spot, sending a ripple of pleasure through her mind. This was perfect, this was heaven, this was the way things should be, she thought. Her mind was growing hazy, the stimulation pushing her to the edge.

Again she came, her body shaking. Her father was fucking her, and he didn't care. The thought, the knowledge, was so devious that it took control of every muscle and nerve ending in her body and set them on fire. Her sex had become so tight that Tyler had stopped moving, merely letting her contracting muscles massage and stimulate his cock.

Before she finished, though, he was already starting again, fucking her like a toy to be used. Corey slipped her hands up and under her to her chest, giving the soft mounds a squeeze. A strange pressure seemed to shift, and her hands felt wet. Without asking Tyler to pause, she looked at the pale white droplets that had collected in her palms.

"I'm... That's milk..." She murmured, before her face was pushed down into the bed by a particularly enthusiastic thrust from Tyler. Muffled by the pillow, she moaned loudly. "I'm a mom," she exclaimed, feeling a third, much larger orgasm building up.

Tyler changed his rhythm, switching to quick thrusts that paused and lingered inside her for a few moments. He was getting close; Corey could tell from the way his erection throbbed and twitched, tugging her insides around with each movement. He held onto her ass with such a firm grip that it practically screamed possession, that he was claiming her. She was fine with that, she needed her husband to stake his claim.

Corey gripped the sheets, feeling his cockhead swell and flare larger just before a hot spray of cum washed through her pussy. She moaned, feeling her body give in to its orgasm. Her mind went blank, incapable of any higher thoughts. She was a woman, her man had cum inside her, and that's all that mattered. Dimly, she was aware of the spray from her pussy along with the damp spots growing under her breasts. Her body expressed all its pleasure in every way it could.

By the time she came to after her mind-shattering orgasm, Tyler had already snuggled up beside her, stroking her hair out of her face. She gave him a smile, parting her lips to try and find the words to thank him and tell him how much she loved him. None of those words found their way out, however, as she quickly fell asleep in his arms.