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

Chapter Tags: [PIV][Facefuck][Phone Call]

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!

Even as Vanessa filled Brooke with his hard cock as he took her from behind, he couldn't stop thinking about what was coming. Each slap of his balls against her clit, each wet squelch of her pussy being forcibly vacated and filled repeatedly, they all echoed his own thoughts back at him.

Three days.

Just three days until the shooting stars would come and go in a final, one night show that was sure to be dazzling and magnificent and set their lives on new trajectories again. Just three days left; three days until either they swapped back or they didn't; three days until everyone had to know what was going on.

Three days.

Vanessa dug his fingers into Brooke's plush cheeks, eliciting a moan from the redhead. Her back arched, grinding her pussy against his crotch. "Fuck, yes, Corey!" Her voice was ragged, her moans long and rough. They'd been going at this for hours, taking breaks between orgasms. It was getting rough to keep going, but Brooke seemed insatiable - especially when Felicity was out of the apartment for the time being.

The stimulation was overwhelming, especially as Brooke started to quiver and shake. Her front half slumped forward into the sheets, her face subsumed into a plush pillow that did little to stifle the shrieks of pleasure she was letting out as her body ripped through the orgasm Vanessa had just fucked into her. Even as her pussy tightened and caressed his cock, milking out his own meager dribble of ejaculate - the amount and intensity reduced by his own multiple orgasms that day - Vanessa's thoughts were distracted and tugged away from the pleasure.

Three days.

Brooke slid forward, and off his cock. Despite her crazy hair, red face, and her gaping pussy that kept twitching as cum gushed out of her, Vanessa was stunned at how normal she suddenly looked. Her expression had calmed, and she looked back over her shoulder lovingly. The moment seared itself into Vanessa's memory: his used, horny, desperate girlfriend who'd been incessantly hounding him like a nympho out of control for months now looked... happy.

She looked happy.

Vanessa took an extra moment to really take in the scene, before getting off his knees and stretching his legs. The cramps that had been building up in them from this last round of doggy style fucking had gotten out of hand. He took a few steps around the room, trying to get the blood flowing again to his extremities. His path had taken him over to the dresser, where his phone lay. It was one in the afternoon, and Vanessa was reasonably sure that Felicity had left at nine that morning. Four hours straight of fucking. The painful twinge in his cock and the dull throb of empty balls confirmed that even he had limits.

Suddenly, the phone started to ring. The caller ID showed Vanessa's name and picture - a picture of his old body, smiling on some old summer vacation the family had gone on long ago, before all this mess happened. Glancing over at Brooke and seeing her reluctant face, Vanessa frowned.

"It's my mom," he explained, meekly. "I have to answer it."

Brooke grumbled and walked out of the room, wet squelching sounds as her insides churned and worked the multiple loads of cum around. A small surge of pride swelled up in Vanessa, his dick already back to its semi-hard state despite the ache in it. Quickly, before the phone stopped ringing, he answered the call.

"Hello? Mom?"

There was a soft inhale of breath on the other end, and then he heard Corey's soft, feminine voice. His old voice. "Hi! I don't want to interrupt or be a bother, but can we talk?"

Vanessa looked around the empty room and shrugged. "I guess so, what's up?"

"I... I know about Noire." The air sucked itself out of Vanessa's lungs, and the room started to tilt slightly. "She came by late last night. She's... Well, she's an interesting woman, and told me some interesting things."

"Look, mom--"

"She knows. She knows everything, even the fact that we used to be each other." Vanessa froze, his whole body tense. "I think she's ok with it. But you didn't tell her yourself."

Slowly, carefully, Vanessa chose his words before answering. "I didn't think that would matter if we were going to switch back."

"Who said we're going to switch back?"

"Look, just... That doesn't matter. She was fine with it all?" Vanessa paused for a long moment, his voice dropping to a mere whisper. "I'm not sure how I'm going to tell Brooke any of it."

A long pause made him check if the call had disconnected, but eventually Corey responded. "I know. I almost think we should all sit down. All of us talk to her at the same time. Give her support and show her it'll be ok."

Vanessa looked up at the doorway to his bedroom he shared with Brooke, spotting a flash of red hair ducking behind the corner of the doorframe. She was clearly listening in; he had to choose his words carefully. "I think that could be best. Maybe a family dinner together?"

Immediately, Brooke was by his side, her slender hand running down his bare chest while she looked into his eyes. Concern was written across her face. Any other girl, in any other situation, would be crazy for thinking her boyfriend had a thing for his mother, but things weren't normal. Vanessa felt a pang of guilt. Brooke leaned into his ear, nibbling on his lobe softly. "We don't have to go to a family dinner," she cooed, softly. Her hand reached down to his cock and she gripped his shaft firmly. "We can just stay home and make our own family..."

Vanessa couldn't help but to groan, and Corey snickered on the other end of the line. "I'll assume you missed what I said based on that noise. I said, family dinner would be great tomorrow." She paused, and Vanessa could only imagine the pair of heavy breathing that was coming through the phone line from her end now.

"Hang up with her," Brooke whimpered, putting on her best pout. Vanessa bit his lip, shaking his head. "Fine, but then this is your fault..."

"Huh? What--" Vanessa's voice cracked as Brooke dropped to her knees, her tongue already swirling around the thick, swollen tip in front of her. Her grip tightened on the sensitive shaft, and Vanessa could feel his heartbeat shuddering through his confined cock.

"Well well, someone's having a bit of fun, hmm?" Corey's voice came through the phone crystal clear, and Vanessa dimly had the mental faculties to turn down the phone so that only he could hear Corey's taunting words.

"Y-yes..." Keeping his responses short and to the point was probably for the best, Vanessa reasoned. He was trapped in a precarious position, and upsetting either woman wouldn't help anything.

"You don't sound out of breath... Oh, is my former girlfriend sucking you off?"

Vanessa groaned, his balls already churning and clenching. "Mom, please... I have to go..." He audibly gasped as Brooke squeezed even further, popping his sensitive head into her mouth to suck on it. Her lips pulled forward from the effort, her cheeks drawing inward. All the suction she could muster was going straight to the overstimulated tip of his cock as though she intended to drink the cum out of him like through a straw.

"Now, I haven't talked to you in a few days, you can't go yet!" There was a wicked tone in her voice: she knew what she was doing, and the torture this would be for the poor boy's sanity.

"Mom... Brooke needs my attention..." His voice was little more than a whimper, his hips gyrating forward and back. Brooke looked up at him with her own grin wrapped around his cock. Dimly, he realized that Brooke and Corey were playing the same game with him, teasing and taunting him into breaking taboo. Only, Brooke didn't know how much like Corey she was acting.

"No, I think you can give her attention while talking to me. I know you want both of us, and the thought of us all playing together?" Vanessa's moan was involuntary at the thought, his cock jumping and throbbing as Brooke slowly worked more of it into her mouth. "See, I know you want me on the phone with you."

"What... What are you doing right now, mom?" Vanessa was struggling to keep it together, an orgasm trying to crest in his body, denied by the tight squeeze on his dick. Brooke looked pleased, her other hand cupping the contracting balls that yearned and needed to cum.

"Would you be turned on if I told you I was touching myself? Your naughty mom pushing her fingers into her pussy, thinking about your hard cock?" Vanessa listened closer for a moment, taking in the soft, ragged breaths Corey was taking. She really was playing with herself, he realized. He whimpered, imagining her exploring her own body while watching them.

Who knows, he realized, that might actually happen.

The thought drove him wild, and his breathing turned quick and short. "Oh my, is my baby boy getting close?" It didn't help that Brooke was bobbing up and down his shaft, her grip like iron around his cock and balls. He could feel himself thudding and slamming against her petite hands, but she held tight. Vanessa started to see spots, groaning. He needed release, he needed this torture to be over.

Corey's voice drifted over from the phone, sounding distant and far away. "You want to cum in her, don't you?" It sounded dreamlike and ethereal, and Vanessa couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Do it, cum in your pregnant girlfriend because your mom told you to, fill her up with your hot seed while I listen..."

"Mom... I... I..." Vanessa couldn't finish the sentence that was stuck in her throat. With a hungry growl, he tossed the phone aside onto the bed. Grabbing both of Brooke's wrists, he ripped her grip off of his cock and balls.

Her eyes sparkled with delight, even as Vanessa grabbed the sides of her head and started fucking her face with rough passion. Choking, sputtering sounds filled the air, her eyes fluttering as she was used for his pleasure. It only took a handful of thrusts before Vanessa let out a cry. He pushed his length deep enough into her that her throat bulged and held it there, his swollen tip blocking her airway as he pumped shot after shot of cum down her throat.

After what felt like an eternity, Vanessa realized that Brooke was feebly pushing her hands against his thighs. Air, he realized. His girlfriend needed air. Slowly so as not to hurt her further, Vanessa withdrew his cock from her mouth. A thick gurgle of saliva and semen bubbled up her throat, and with a soft burp, Brooke drooled out the thick white liquid.

The sight was dizzyingly hot. Vanessa staggered back, his balance off from the extreme orgasm he just went through. As the room started to spin, he slowly sunk down to the floor across from Brooke, staring at her without really seeing her.

The thick cum dripped down her chin and onto her breasts and swollen belly. Slowly and without breaking eye contact with Vanessa, she scooped up some of the frothy seed onto her finger and slurped it into her mouth, licking the digit clean. Vanessa groaned, feeling his balls churn one final pump of cum out that merely oozed out of his cock and down his shaft to his sack.

In his daze, he hardly registered Brooke getting up to her feet. His senses returned quickly, though, when he saw her make her way over to the bed toward where he'd thrown the phone. His feet and legs wouldn't cooperate, the limbs little more than jelly as he tried to stand, pushing himself along the floor with a frenzied panic.

"Hello? Mrs. Hatcher?" Vanessa froze as Brooke spoke into his phone. She paused, her eyes distant as she listened to Corey on the other line. "Yeah, Corey is a little... occupied at the moment. But I heard we were all doing a family dinner?"

Another pause. Vanessa swore he could feel his heart slamming in his throat. Brooke grinned, eyes wide as she stared at him. "Oh, that sounds... delicious..." She drew out the word, licking her cum-glazed lips. The fingers on her unoccupied hand dipped down, caressing her swollen mound which still leaked the results of their earlier lovemaking. She swirled her fingertips through the viscous nectar, nodding along to some unknown statement from Corey.

"Really, that late? That's pretty late for dinner, Mrs. Hatcher. Usually I'm in bed and already... stuffed by then..." Vanessa gasped, finding a surge of strength to leap onto the bed and wrestle the phone from Brooke.

"Mom!" he exclaimed loudly, cutting off any further comments from Brooke. For her part, the redhead just giggled and laid back on the bed, watching her boyfriend carefully. "Look, I have to go, but we'll see you tomorrow!" Before Corey could say anything that possibly would mortify him further, Vanessa hung up the phone and set it aside before turning his attention to Brooke. "What the fuck was that about?"

Brooke coyly smirked at him, running a finger along her slim lower lip. "What do you mean?"

Vanessa grumbled, shaking his head. "You were being weird with my mom."

"Yeah, and you were talking to your mom instead of fucking me." With a roll of her eyes, Brooke waved her hand and continued. "I had every right to make sure she knows you're mine. Besides, you found it hot." Her hand finished its gesture as it swept down toward his crotch, and his still-hard cock.

Vanessa couldn't argue with that, instead climbing up the bed to straddle Brooke as best he could despite her swollen belly. "I need you to promise you're going to behave tomorrow at this dinner. It's... It's going to be important to me."

The sassy grin on Brooke's face slowly fell away as realization about how serious he was dawned across her expression. "Is everything ok, Corey?"

Vanessa nodded, sighing. "It will be. I just... I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"

"I love you, Corey. Anything could happen, and I'd still stand by you and be yours."

"I hope you're right..."