You finish up and head outside with your ipod. You begin to clean up the garage. You work for about twenty minutes before you stop to break. “I need some water.” You head towards the house. As you pass one of the windows you spot your mom standing in front of the mirror in the dining room talking to herself. She is wearing a rather tight fitting T-shirt and some more running shorts. Her hair us up in a ponytail and she has some sunglasses on her head, almost as if she were about to go somewhere. What is weird is that her expression seems to be changing from one of control, to one of fear. You sneak towards the house, being careful not to get spotted. As you enter the house you see your mom. “I really didn’t have any cash on me! I always help out those who are less fortunate. If you get out of me, I would be happy to go and see what I can do for you.” Your mom says almost pleading, a hint of fear in her voice. She then shakes and convulses for a moment and then begins again, this time, she sounds less afraid and more…cocky. “Yeah right, like I haven’t heard that one before. You mean to tell me, that you own all of this and you didn’t have a single bill in your purse? Come on Rebecca, we know that’s not true. Matter of fact I can read your memories. You had some cash on you…well well you had five dollars. What do you have to say for yourself you selfish bitch? Your mother shakes again. “Alright, I’m sorry I lied, just please let me go, I’ll give you anything you want, just please leave me alone.” Your mom pleads. She then convulses again. “No way, I am having way too much fun with your body to just up and leave it. You can think of it as paying me back for lying to me.” She shakes again and immediately tears come to her eyes. “Please, I am begging you, just leave me alone, I will give you anything, anything you want anythi-“ your mom stops short and begins to shake, starting from the bottom of her feet. “No please, please, anything you want, anything, just please stop!” more of her body is shaking now. “Don’t do this, please, money, do you want money I will give you-“ her entire body is shaking now. “Don’t do it, please! PLEASE! PLEEEA-“ your mom wails, then stops shaking. Her head lulls back and forth and then faces the ground. After a second she raises her head and smiles. She reaches up to her boobs and begins to play with them. Jiggling them up and down, kneading them, pinching her nipple through the shirt she was wearing, moaning and rolling her eyes in her head. “Don’t you get it Rebecca; I already have what I want.” She said. She continued with her breast play. “Holy shit…it was Jezzer. Jezzer is inside of mom, making her do stuff.” A million thoughts are racing through your head as you look at your possessed mother. There she was smiling as wide as can be playing with her breasts. “What do I do, I mean he has control of her. If I do anything he could…he could do anything he wants with her.” You felt a pang of guilt and jealousy. Guilt for envying Jezzer and his possession of your smoking hot mom and jealousy that he could play with any woman’s body and make them do anything he wanted. You had to admit, watching your mom act so slutty over the past couple of days had made you attracted to her. You and never really cared about her tits or body until she or rather Jezzer was putting them on display for you to see. You decide to look at the bright side. If you befriend him, you could have a LOT of fun. “Alright, here goes nothing.” You say, preparing yourself to go talk with your “mom”. “Hey ma, what ya doing?” Your mother’s hands drop from her boobs and then she freezes. “Um…hi Tim, I’m doing well, I was just…um.” “Just playing with those big tits of yours?” you say. “No, it’s not like that, I was, I was ummmm” Jezzer is at a loss for words. “It’s ok “MOM” I know what’s going on.” Your mother just looks back at you, emotionless. “I know it’s you in there Jezzer, making my mom do all these weird things. You must have taken over her yesterday in the garage. Like I said, I’m fine with it. It turns me on seeing my mom do that stuff.” Jezzer is motionless still. “Ok, how about this, I am not going to call the cops on you.” As soon as the words leave your mouth your mom’s body lets out a sigh of relief. “You don’t know how scared I was kid.” You walk up to your “mom” and put an arm around her shoulders. “No need to be, let’s go sit down in the kitchen and talk this out over a cup of coffee.
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