“Mom, what are you doing?”, you hear a male voice calling you from behind.
You panic and freeze up. You can feel your heart pumping faster and louder, and you wonder how it hasn’t exploded yet.
“Mom? Is everything all right?”, the voice asks again, this time in a more caring and concerning tone.
That soft tone surprises you as you did not expect someone being concerned about a stranger breaking into their garage but then, a realization hits you.
“Wait, did he just say mom?”
You narrow your eyebrows and question your own ears. It takes a moment for you to completely calm down but as you slowly regain control over yourself, you look down at your hands, which are still on your tits that you have fondled just a moment ago. Your worries are disappearing as you sense an opportunity. A sinister smile creeps on your face. A smile most unfitting for the face of the middle-aged mother, whose body you just stole.
“I’m the fucking ‘mom’ now, huh?”, you laugh at how ridiculous and messed up this whole thing is.
But you are no mother, and you don’t plan on acting like one either. You are a thief inside the body of a fucking hot MILF and you sure are going to enjoy it. You look past the orbs of flesh that are now attached to your chest and look around for the blowpipe that has caused all of this. And there it is. Still in the hands of your unconscious body.
“Shit!”, you curse quietly to avoid your ‘son’ getting suspicious that there is something wrong with his ‘mother’.
“I didn’t think about my body!”
You internally curse, one profanity after the other and while you are thinking about how to deal with your old body, your ‘son’ shouts one more time at you to get your attention, “MOM!”
He completely throws you off and you realize that your unconscious body has to wait. Right now, you need to deal with your ‘son’ first and buy yourself more time to think. You roll your eyes and then finally turn around to look at your, now, ‘son’.
“What do you want!?”
Frustration and annoyance are clearly written on your face as you powerfully yell back at him. He freezes up for a second and looks deep into your eyes. As his initial shock subsides, he quickly backs down.
“I just wanted to check up on you, mom”
He is more timid now and you can hear slight traces of fear in his voice. You are surprised at how obedient he is as he seems to respect your authority greatly. You grin. This is just precious, you think. You are now the matriarch of this household, something you could have never imagined ever becoming in life, especially you being a ‘mother’ of all things. You use this new found power over your ‘son’ and your quick thinking to your advantage, and position yourself in a way to cover up your body on the garage floor. You grab the golden blowpipe and hold it in front of you and look at your ‘son’ with a stern look.
“What the fuck is this, young man?!”, you say with confidence and authority in every single word.
He is frightened. He fears and respects you. You enjoy being in so much control.
“Uhm, that’s … uh”, he stutters, having difficulties explaining himself to his ‘mother’.
“This is obviously not a toy. So what the fuck is this dangerous weapon doing in my house?”
“Mom, I...”
“Don’t give me that shit”, you interrupt him without giving him a chance to talk back.
You cross your arms and look furiously at him. You can see that he is nearly shitting his pants with fear. On the outside you are this caring and concerned mother but on the inside you are laughing your ass off at how much you have this kid on the ropes. He stands there motionless and looks at you with big puppy eyes but you are having none of his shit. You tap your arms with your fingers impatiently.
“What the fuck are you waiting for!? Go into your room and jerk off or something!”
You hold the blowpipe in front of you again and announce, “I am keeping this in the meantime. I don’t want any of my kids to ever bring such a dangerous weapon into my household ever again!”
He looks down and avoids your gaze.
“Did I make myself clear!?”
You use every ounce of authority you now possess to put him in his place.
“You are grounded! End of discussion”
He just stands there silently for a few seconds but then quietly reenters the house without resistance. Once he is out of sight, you rush to the door and close it to avoid any further complications.
“What a good ‘son’ I have”, you laugh under your breath since you don’t want to risk your ‘son’ checking in on you again.
You lick your lips and glance at the golden item your are holding right now. All this power in the form of the blowpipe and it’s in your hands. You could get drunk on it but before you can enjoy your loot, you still need to take care of another matter.
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