- Already composed, - Mom took from the first-aid kit box with tampons. - There are three guys in the board, equipped like horses ...

Stroking the plastic applicator of my first tampax, she smacked the head of the tampon and continued:

- ... I sucked them for lunch, and they handed me a trade union card and raised my salary.

“No,” I burst into tears, “Please tell me you were joking.”

Now, even if I return to my old life, there will be no more peace for me. Will I stay in my mother's body, return my own, there will be those who want to get from me you know what.

Handing me a tampon, she laughed and confirmed my fears:

- The only condition is that I will have to serve them every night. Sperm from them, of course, much tastier than your father, if you become yourself again, you will be able to compare.

Roughly sticking a tampon into me, Maman pinched my chest and stepped aside. Unbuttoning his pants, she pulled out a member, which previously belonged to me, in my male incarnation, and inquired:

- How about a little practice? In the end, not so often the guy gets the opportunity to suck his own dick.

The combination of terrible circumstances, shame, feelings of guilt and raging female hormones was too much for me. Completely broken, groaning, I slid off the toilet, thinking with horror that I would have to spend another day in my mother's body, and that which awaited me if I became myself again. Her arms were wrapped around me, and I was desperately moving my head back and forth, and I didn’t care deeply that anyone would see us.

Mother buttoned up her jeans with a smile and walked to the door. Passing through the bedroom, she turned around and threw me:

“When you get tired of feeling sorry for yourself, maybe you’ll wash the sheets.” You know, blood is absorbed very quickly.

Laughing, Maman left, leaving me with a nightmare, which, it seems, will never end ...

Part 2

- See you later, honey!

I closed my eyes and put my head under the shower. I could not answer him, just could not. After all that I had to endure last night by his grace, I generally did not want to see him anymore.

- Hey!

I flinched, backed away and almost slipped on a fallen soap.

- Son of a bitch! - I yelled at him. - Kiss my ass!

Embarrassed, the father asked:

- Deb, what's up? Something is wrong?

Ha! Something is wrong? This is an understatement! But the main trouble - I can not explain anything to him. My father will either not believe me or decide that his nobleman will sleep, and he will surrender me to an insane asylum.

“No, it's all right,” I lied, forcing myself to speak as calmly as possible. - I thought, and you scared me a little.

He incredulously inquired:

- I am sure that everything is normal?

“Yes, thanks,” moving away from the wall, I began to soap my long brown hair, hoping that he would bite.

However, the father was not going to leave, then I forced a smile and told him:

- Come on, dear, go, enjoy life. You, like, said that you are going to fish for a week.

Father grinned:

- Yeah. Ted says that at this time of the year they are biting. Oh, how we come off.

Suddenly his voice became more serious:

- Listening, are you all right? I mean, if what happened to you, then I have to be close ...

“Never mind,” I answered in a sensual tone. - I'm fine. I just have critical days now.

- Everything, further it is not necessary, - the father has thrown up hands in feigned horror, receding back. - Bye, honey. I will call you.

“Bye, bye,” hearing the bathroom door slam shut, I crawled to the floor. So I sat, hugging my knees, dreaming that the water will wash away the shame and bitterness of the last weeks and, wishing that I was scalded so that I would forget what hell my life would turn into.

Less than two months ago, I was a last year student with a good job.This is not to say that everything was just fine, but it could have been worse. I hated living with my family, especially with my mother, but I could leave them only a year later, when I fully repaid a loan for tuition. And then it happened.

My mother and I grabbed about - the usual quarrel and talked nasty things to each other. Big deal? What a great one! Somehow — I don't know how or why — the next morning we woke up and found that we had changed bodies during sleep. Suddenly, I became my mother, and she became me. I don’t know whether this is a cosmic joke, or some super-being tried to make us understand each other better. If so, this attempt failed miserably. We both suffered from this situation and are now disentangling the consequences.

Sobbing, I took a sponge and began to wipe my teeth, gums and lips. Wounded, swollen and even in some places my mouth was bleeding to the brim full of pain, from which my tears poured with a new force.

On the first day in my mother's body, I bought a bunch of sex toys and gadgets for BDSM games, hoping my father would find this garbage and tear the mother's head off. Naturally, when we didn’t become ourselves, I hid them out of harm's way, but Mom must have found them and put them where Dad couldn't help but notice them - in the drawer of the closet where he kept his underwear.

He decided that I had a new sex fantasy, and decided last night to help me bring her to life. He lay down in bed, he climbed on to me, pinned me to the mattress and grinned disgustingly.

- Is that what you want a nasty girl? He asked, handcuffing my wrists to the headboard. I demanded that dad say what he intends to do. But instead of answering, the “spouse” silenced my mouth with a bright red gag in the shape of a ball, I also bought it. Daddy's zeal and was the reason that I have so wildly now my mouth hurts.

“Cattle,” I spat; a pinkish clot of saliva and blood disappeared in stock.

Taking a sponge, which my mother ordered to use for washing “intimate parts”, I began to soap myself between my legs.

- Oooh! Fuck, how painful! - with each movement of the sponge, a burning pain covered the lower abdomen, reminiscent of the worst thing that happened last night

Intrigued by the toys, the father began to stuff the thickest dildo between my legs. He did not prepare it in any way, considering that my natural lubrication is enough, but just planted one blow on the handle itself. Then, a little tired of the work done, he took my biggest battleplag and shoved me in the ass, and again dry. I remember how I screamed through the gag, almost losing consciousness from the terrible pain, but Dad seriously thought that I like it!

No longer able to endure, I threw the sponge and lay down in the bath. Sticking my elbows to the bottom, I tried to raise the pelvis so that the shower jet would strike straight into my open slot.

- Aaaah! Fuck me! - this procedure was no less painful, but I had to destroy even the very reminder of my father's stay in me.

The thought of what was inside his damn sperm was unbearable for me.

When I just started to perform marital duties, I thought that my father had a very big cock. Subconsciously, I was afraid that he would tear me in half, it was only the fact that my mother's body had become accustomed to him for so many years of married life reassured me. However, these "games" so excited his father last night, that his cock swelled to downright grotesque dimensions. In combination with a dildo in the ass, he entered my pussy with a creak. And so dad pushed me to them without pity. Perhaps if I could relax ... Read more →