"Mom, how could you? I mean....you hate Jezzer. Did he do something to you?"
Your mother devilish grin turned to a frown. Pushing Jezzer off to the side, she patted to her side, indicating for you to sit down. "Timmy-boy there is so much to explain. I mean you have to think of the future. I love Jezzer and nothing will stop that. Especially his big cock. It fills me up. No other cock can live up to it."
You shook your head in disgust. Heading over to the door, you turned around to face your mother. "No, Jezzer gave you roofies or something. I am calling the police right now."
"Oh, is Timmy jealous that Jezzer is getting all of my attention." She pointed to the obvious erection growing in your pants. "Well I can fix that..."
Wait, did your own mother proposition having sex with you? Your body said yes, but your mind said no. This was incest, a big social taboo. Your mother started to play with her nipples, slightly moaning as she teased herself. One of her hands ran down her stomach down to pussy. This was every teenage boy's dream. A woman, aching to be filled. A chill up your spine. With your head face down in shame you sat next to your mother. Sauntering in front of you, she bent down and started to unzip your pants. You swear your dick was at a 90 degree angle and ready to explode. Her dainty fingernails, painted a nice shade of silver, gently grasped your penis. Her mouth inched forward, close enough where your penis head could feel her hot breath. You wanted this, no needed this.
Closing your eyes, you prepared yourself. Your own mother was going to give a blowjob. However instead of pleasure, her hands squeezed and twisted your dick. Unimaginable pain shot through your body. Jumping up, you feel off the body and onto the ground. Your dick fell straight into the ground and you thought your erect penis had snapped into two. Clutching your swollen dick, you looked up to your mother with that eerie grin, laughing.
"Looks like Timmy-boy has a thing for his mother! I bet the boys would have a field day with this. A literal mother fucker!" Her sexy tone was no longer there, instead it had been replaced with a rougher one. Almost like Jezzer and his jabs at you.
Tears started to stream down your eyes. What the hell was wrong with you. This was just too much. Your mother bent down and patted you on the shoulder. "Ah, is Timmy-boy crying? Sad that I didn't suck your dick?"
She grasped your free arm and lifted you off the ground. Leading you to the door, you gave no resistance, almost shell-shock.
"All will be explained, but I need to clean up first." Your mother pushed out of the guest room. You almost barged right back in to confront your mother, but like a whipped dog you sat down on a couch in the living room. Nervously you zipped up your pants and waited.
Five minutes later, your mother exited the room, thankfully no longer naked. She sat down across from you in a chair. "Now, Timmy-boy, you are wondering if your mother has gone crazy, am I right?"
You shook your head.
"Well, I haven't. This is just the new Rebecca. Do you like it?"
You looked at her with defiant eyes. You were met with your piercing green eyes, that devoured your soul. They weren't your mother's eyes. Your mother gave a deep, throaty laugh.
"Timmy-boy you still haven't gotten it. Who do I remind you of?"
"Jezzer."
"Got it in one, Timmy-boy." A catchphrase of sorts for Jezzer. "Your mother certainly raised a bright boy. Though I am Jezzer."
"What do you mean your Jezzer?"
The next part seemed unbelievable, your mother went off on this story how she, meaning Jezzer, had found this stone after you ran him off this morning. Upon touching it, Jezzer had turned into a ghost. At first it seemed like only going through walls was his only ability. Phasing through your garage. He found your mother alone. Perfect opportunity to get back at the bitch. He caused the dead rat to come out of its hiding place and scare your mother. This is when he found out another ability of his ghost form. As she moved back and grabbed a hold of the hammer, Jezzer phased into her.
Now his soul inhabited her sexy body, while her soul was now tucked safely away, in a sleep mode of sorts. After he returned inside, while you slaved away doing your chores, he inspected your mother's body through. You didn't even have to think that hard at what this lecherous drunk had done. However self-pleasure wasn't going to check it. That gave him the bright idea. Flying out of your mother, he returned his own body and rang the doorbell. Another discovery had been made, when he returned to take over your mother's body, her soul had returned from its sleep mode. Your mother seemed embarrassed that she had spent the last hour, toying herself, like she was teenage girl again. Looked like when Jezzer was in the captain's chair, your mother thought it was her own actions. Lots of ideas now.
After you brought the empty Jezzer inside, he had his own personally fuckdoll. You stopped your mother before she started on the finer details. You asked her about the washing-bowl incident. She explained it perfectly and seemed quite angry about it. Your eyes widen. As far as you knew, only Jimmy, Jezzer, and yourself knew about that. This was outrageous. Standing up, you started to walk over to the phone, before your mother stood up. A sort of wispy, shimmer came out of her body. Her eyes returned to blue you knew.
"Tim..." Your mother gasped as that shimmer returned to her body and with it, green eyes. "Believe me now, Timmy-boy?"
Staggering back you collapsed back onto the sofa. No, a homeless man had taken over your mother's body and had used it to fuck himself. This couldn't be happening, but it was. What could you do? No one would believe you. Getting up from her chair, your mother sauntered over to you, then bent down. Her boobs were right at eye-level, clearly intentionally down.
"I feel bad at making you cry, Timmy-boy. But I got you back, mostly for that damn Jimmy and the washing bowl incident." She grabbed one of your hands and gave her own breast a nice squeeze with your own hand. "How can Jezzer make it up for you?"
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