Coming to your room, you realize how mess your room was. Clothes thrown askew, various wrappers on the floor, and empty glasses on your desk along with a half-eaten piece of pizza were only the tip of the iceberg. Typical of a teenager boy, but you could see where your mother was coming from. Had been a while since your room had gotten a proper cleaning. What hell, since you were off from school you might as well clean your room, especially with how odd your mother was acting, did not want to get on her bad side when she was in a mood. Letting out a deep sigh, you started to get to work.
An hour later you made real progress, you were able to see the floor. All your dirty clothes had been put into a hamper and a stack of dishes were on your desk. Your trash can was now almost filled after collecting the various bits of wrappers and other odd and ends. However you stopped dead in your tracks as you heard something from downstairs. No, you must be hearing things. Slowly you opened your door to hear a dulcet voice belt out Killer Queen. The voice belonged to no other than your own mother. Sure you had heard your mother hum the occasion tune, but nothing like this. Peering down the stairs you caught your mother dancing as she sang. This was even more mind-blowing, considering how much of a reserved person your mother was. More importantly as her shapely ass moved back and forward with the tempo of the song. As she spun around, her breasts bobbed up and down. Once again you were mesmerized by the sight in front of you. What had happened to your mother? This was not the prim and proper Rebecca Gately you were use to seeing.
"Mom?" You timidly called out.
"GUARANTEED TO BLOW YOUR MIN-" She stopped dead in her tracks, realizing she had been caught red handed.
Her cheeks were flushed as she caught her breath. Her blonde hair was in a complete disarray after her dance session. You looked past these things as you noticed, more appropriately what she was wearing, one of your t-shirts with the words Iron Maiden emblazoned on it. The shirt looked ready to burst at the seams due to the strain her breasts were putting on it. In addition she had stolen a pair of your sweat pants. As you made direct eye-contact with your mother, you noticed a glint in her eyes. Like a wild spark if you had to put it into words.
"There is my favorite SON!" Your mother exclaimed.
She started to run up the stairs, almost tripping along the way, before embracing you with a big hug. Her breasts smashed into your own chest. Since puberty, your mother had never given you such a close hug. The only thing separating you two were your cloths. As you felt her breasts squish into you, an familiar feeling started to grow in your pants. Your penis had become erect and was now brushing up against your your mother. Casting an eye down, you could see your erection poking into your mother, more specifically her groin area. As she let go of you, hoping she hadn't noticed, you acted like nothing had happened.
"Been hard at work?" She asked with an excited and quizzical look. The biggest smile was plastered on her face, almost as though she was on the verge of laughter.
"Yeah...I have been cleaning my room like you ask-"
"BORING. Remember this is silly mommy. Who cares about that stuff?"
Silently you internalized what just happened. Not caring about cleanliness? What had happened? Soon your mind was deep in thought on trying to explain what happened to your mother.
"Earth to Tim." Your mother gave a playful knock on your head. "Don't want you to turn into a space cadet. That is my job!"
"Sorry...I just..."
"I asked if you wanted to play some Call of Duty?"
Then it hit you like a brickwall. You remembered the night before. This morning you had tried to rationalize it as a dream or a hallucination, but you had to try.
"Jimmy?"
Your mother started laughing. "Damn, Tim I wonder when you going to put 2 and 2 together. Do your think your mother would act or be seen like this?"
Of all the people, why did Jimmy have to choose your mother? You always suspected that Jimmy had a thing for your mother, but never had the courage to ask. Couple of times you caught him staring at her cleavage or butt, but choked it up to teenage hormones. Jimmy quickly explained he wanted to pull a prank on you and it had worked, declaring he wished you could see your face. Fair enough. But you asked him about the clothes. Something more comfortable. Apparently whatever your mother had been wearing before was not that. Not wanting to dwell too much on your friend taking over your mother's body, you both entered your room.
Jimmy gave whistle as saw its improving state. "Mommy is so proud of her darling son! Taking responsibility."
"Cut the shit, Jimmy are we going to play or not?" Your face a deep crimson as he handed him a controller.
Soon enough you were both deep into a round of CoD. Every so often you would look over, expecting to see Jimmy, but instead it was your mother. Too bizarre. The person next to you might look like Rebecca Gately, but that was where the similarities ended. Taking a closer look, you noticed that he wasn't wearing a bra. Your mother's nipples were clearly poking through the shirt. Oh god...had Jimmy seen your mother naked? Surely, since he had changed into clothes. Guess a bra was one of those uncomfortable pieces of clothing Jimmy had referred to. Jimmy wasn't the most hygienic person and that trait had carried over to your mother's body. With one of her well-manicured nails, painted with glossy nail polish, Jimmy would subconsciously pick your mother's nose then flick it off to parts unknown. There would be the occasional fart or burp, which he had shown this morning at breakfast. Part of you wish you had a film camera to blackmail your mother later on.
He was so entranced with the game, that Jimmy even shoved your mother's hand down his pants and started scratching. Your eyes had widened at that act. Jimmy was wearing nothing under the sweat pants. For a brief moment you saw a flash of golden pubes. Embarrassed your eyes darted away and toward the screen. Jesus, Jimmy can't you be a little self-conscious? The hardness started to reappear in your pants. Your own mother. After that you started to concentrate more on the game.
Like any other day, Jimmy threw the controller off to the side, having become bored of the game, probably after getting killed so many times. Wandering off he found the discarded piece of pizza on your desk and started munching away. You turned back around and had to do a double take.
"Come on man. I didn't say anything about being in my mom's body, but don't disrespect it."
"What did I do?" Jimmy asked innocently, with a mouth full of day old pizza.
"You know my mom is conscious about her health. I don't want her wondering why she gained all of this weight out of nowhere."
"Fine." Jimmy pouted and threw the piece of pizza off to the side.
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