This choice: You don't let this stop you. Jumping immediately back into her body. • Go Back...Chapter #11You don't let this stop you. Jumping immedi... by: Wassel   Regardless, you’d just been inside her body. A woman’s body. You’d actually experienced what that was like. So the idea that you’d simply be able to forget all about this power and go back to your ordinary, boring ass life was simply preposterous. There being absolutely no way that was happening. Mom or not. Your entire being now tingling with excitement as you thought about what had just occurred. The sensation of which was indescribable. Both in a physical and a mental sense. Having never before been so turned on.
That was why you pushed any thought of what was right and what was wrong out of the window and made the decision to take control of her body once again. Closing your eyes and attempting to recreate what had happened the first time. Focusing all your thoughts exclusively on your mom. That buzzing in your head almost instantly returning, and then darkness...
...Coming to a split second later, back inside your mother’s room. Although this time you knew exactly what was going on. Your gaze quickly moving downward. The sight of those slim, feminine hands holding onto a neatly folded blouse, along with those two giant mounds once again blowing your mind. You were your mother. You were once back in control.Feeling a rush of sensations as you stood there, mouth open, taking it all in. Mentally examining your new form and the differences from the old. From the longer hair, bigger butt and extremely large, heavy weights on your chest. Cajoled as they were inside her bra. The straps of which were tight across your back and shoulders. While both her panties and her jeans hugged your crotch snugly. In a manner that would have been quite impossible mere moments ago. This sensation alone being enough to excite you, without the rest of it as well.
Grinning, "This is so freaking awesome!" and hearing your mother's voice exiting your mouth as you jumped up and down in celebration. Causing her boobs to bounce along with you.
Not being able to stop yourself from grabbing hold of them, in an effort to keep them under control. The contrast in size between your mother’s slender fingers and the two massive spheres that were bulging out her top being immense. And the sensation was just incredible. Unlike anything you’d experienced with your own scrawny form. So soft and squishy. Feeling as if you could just stand there and play with them for hours. It still being utterly incredible to you the fact that, I’ve got boobs! I’ve got actual, real life boobs! Not being able to describe how amazing this made you feel. Needing to repeat it once again, but this time out loud, “I’ve got Mom’s boobs!” Hearing yourself say this with her voice somehow making it all the better.
Throwing caution to the wind then you quickly got yourself stuck in. Your hands working virtually on autopilot now as they energetically began to squeeze and caress. Smooshing both mounds together and weighing them in your palms. Having the opportunity to do to them everything you’d ever dreamed of doing to a pair of breasts. Having more fun than you’d ever had before simply jiggling them around.
Not that this was enough. Needing to see them as well. Needing to see everything! Hurrying over to the mirror and taking in your brand new reflection for a second time. The sight of your mother’s grinning face no longer filling you with confusion or horror, but instead joy. This being, “So freaking cool!” Chuckling away giddily at the sound of her voice. Still not being used to hearing it, but continuing on anyway. “I’m actually a woman. I’m actually Mom.” No longer feeling quite the same unease or weirdness about this fact. Instead being super turned on. It just being so damn kinky and exciting. More so than any stories about swapping bodies had ever made it seem.
Naturally, with full control of your mother’s facial muscles and being able to make her do or say anything, you began to make a few comical poses. Pulling at your ears and puffing your cheeks out. Making her look like a chimp. Which you had to admit was pretty hilarious and not something you would ever see her do. Nor was blurting out, "Mrs. Naismith is an drunk old bitch who can kiss my ass!" As well as various other obscenities about teachers and people at school you didn't like. Which, in your mom's voice, was both surreal and funny as hell. Not being the type to curse or speak ill of people at all. Very much enjoying the novelty.
Of course hearing your mother curse and pull funny faces wasn't really the main draw. It only taking a few minutes until your attention returned to what was down below. Your borrowed eyes scanning over the entirety of your mother's curvy figure. The red sweater clinging tightly to her giant bust. So much so that you could actually make out the feint pattern of her bra underneath. While her high-cut 'mom jeans' were doing much the same to her lower half. Marveling once again at the contrast between her wide hips, small waist, and absolutely momentous melons. Being the very definition of an hourglass figure (though her top half was still by far the largest). Feeling, as you looked at all those huge orbs and the now flat surface between your legs, another entirely new sensation in two particular points in your chest. A tingling, sort of aching feeling. As well as something pushing up against the fabric of your mother's bra. It taking you a second to realize what this was. It was your nipples. Your mom's nipples. They were growing hard! Which felt unlike your own tiny, useless little pair. These obviously being way, way bigger. Causing you to gasp, "Oh... Oh wow!" Your hands returning to your mother's breasts and this time honing in on the sensation. Locating the swelling nubs beneath the material of the sweater, and boy, did they seem large. Not to mention that toying with them felt great. Pushing and pulling the rubbery nubs around.
Naturally this only increased the wonder and arousal that you were currently feeling. Starting to notice it emanating between your legs as well. Which was familiar certainly, and yet different at the same time. Something that you definitely wanted to explore further.
For now though, you needed to see those tits. This taking precedent over anything else. And due to the fact that you were now in control of your mother's body for the foreseeable future (until you decided to jump back) there was absolutely nothing to stop you doing it. Not your conscious or any sort of feelings of guilt. Being far too excited for that. Grabbing at the bottom of the red sweater then and, without any sort of build up, you yanked it up over your head. Not being able to wait even a second longer. Being confronted by the image of her in a pretty white bra. The massive lacy cups of which were cradling each enormous pink mound. Displaying a cleavage that was beyond epic. So deep and inviting. The large mounds appearing to be rising right out of the tops. Almost as if it there wasn't quite enough room to contain them. Which, given how much material there was, was saying a lot. Thinking to yourself as you looked at this truly surreal sight, This is so cool! To actually be wearing a bra. A bra with huge big boobs in them. It by far and away being the hottest thing you'd ever seen in your life. Not being able to help but bounce your knees a little and watch as your mother's chest did the exact same thing. Jiggling up and down within the underwear and, when you started bouncing a little higher, near enough hitting you on the chin. The sensation of which wasn't exactly comfortable due to their immense weight, but it was a hell of a thing to watch! The visual of all of that pounding flesh desperately trying to break free.
Taking a moment then to examine the bra. An item of clothing you'd had zero experience with in the past. Running your fingers across the soft surface of the cups and lightly pulling at one of the thick straps. Allowing it to snap back into place. Which caused you to yelp, "Ow! That actually hurts." Though at the same time you couldn't help but laugh that you were experiencing it at all. It being so damn new and exhilarating.
Your attention moving a little further then, beneath the bra, to your mother's stomach. Which, although nowhere near as flat as yours, wasn't fat either. Having just a little bit of softness to it. Which presumably had something to do with the fact that, I came out of there. I actually grew inside that stomach. Which was an incredibly freaky, yet amusing thought.
Still, you were letting yourself get distracted again. Which, given the circumstances wasn't exactly hard. Refocusing and turning your attention back to the bra. Having to get the thing off before you received your prize. Reaching behind your back to locate the clasp and attempting to get the thing undone. Which wasn’t exactly easy. Your fingers fumbling around as you tried to figure out exactly how it worked. Women in porn having always made this look so easy. Grumbling, "Come on, you stupid thing!" as you jostled both it and your upper body around for a good thirty seconds. Which, due to the arousal you were currently feeling, made you quickly grow frustrated. Becoming tempted to just rip the thing right off...
...Until that was, one of the hooks finally came loose, followed soon after by the rest. Much to your relief. This now being it. You were finally about to see some tits.
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