Alright, let’s seeee heeeere…Got the seasonings, ketchup, honey mustard, tonight’s dinner, scented candles, my cherry almond lotion that I love so much because it’s the best lotion flavor to ever exist in the history of ever, I’ve got desserts, my wine, aaaand I think that should do- waaait, still gotta get the forks. That would’ve been problematic.
I head over to the cutlery aisle and just my luck, I’m getting the last one. I reach over to grab it and add it to my collection, but as I do, I notice a woman approaching, eyeing the box of forks. So I immediately snatch it from its post and place it in my cart. Speed is everything. Surely, she’ll understand. She walks up to me, smiling before saying,
“Ah, dang it. Guess I should’ve gotten the vase last.”
“Yeah, I guess you should have,” I reply, “Otherwise, you would’ve had these in your possession instead. But that’s not what’s going on, is it? No, I got here first and now they’re mine.”
“Uh…yeah. That’s how it works. 9/10s of the law and whatnot, I guess.”
“Yup. Guess it’s gonna be quite a while before they restock. Maybe you can manage your time more wisely before you let those slip through your fingers, too.”
“Hopefully. Forks are kinda essential for the table. You know what else is?”
“What’s that?”
“Manners, you douche.”
Ok, wow. Crazy how your mind can just play tricks on you like that. I mean, there’s no way she actually said that to me.
“Excuse me?” I ask, giving her the opportunity to correct this error,
“You heard me,” she replies, “Like, congratulations. You got the last box of shitty, flimsy, plastic forks that don’t really do their job that well. What, you want a cookie?”
“Did you really just suggest that I don’t have any manners not five seconds ago, only to display lack of manners within yourself, madam? Hypocrisy is an ugly color, you know?”
“First, the expression is ‘Jealousy is an ugly color’. But I should’ve guessed that intelligence isn’t your strong suit. Secondly, you can’t be that much of a pompous prick without someone having something to say about it. It’s not cool, dude.”
“Oh, and it’s ‘cool’ to just skip over the fact that I was only joking? Someone needs to loosen up a bit. Which is kinda surprising. The way you carry yourself, I would’ve guessed that you were all too familiar with the concept of ‘loosening up’.”
“Wow, you must be the life of parties. I mean, the ladies have gotta be crazy about you.”
“You see, you’re being sarcastic, but you couldn’t be more accurate. I’ve got so many chicks on my jock that I had to get divorced in order to really enjoy them all. And parties are kinda like my second house.”
“Really? You’re seriously doing this right now?”
Oh, she’s one of those. That explains everything. Well, luckily for her, I’m in a generous mood.
“Yeah, go ahead and act like you aren’t interested in that lifestyle,” I say, seeing through her facade, “I can read girls like you like a book. You’re so predictable. You watch a few movies that involve the quirky outcast girl and model yourselves after them. Doesn’t work like that in the real world. Now, since you caught me on a good day, I can show you what life outside of fantasy land is really like. And, who knows? Maybe one thing leads to another and you can be one of my regulars. You’re not that bad looking, so play your cards right, you can set your name down for Mondays. Fair warning, I’m someone who likes it freaky. If you think you’re not into that, don’t worry. I’ll show you that you are.”
She just looks at me, considering the opportunity of the lifetime in front of her. I don’t blame her. There’s a lot to consider. She’s probably thinking of how she can bump it up to Friday. I mean, I’m not gonna say it’s impossible, bu-
“Gee, mister,” she starts, “I’ve never had someone be that thorough with me before. You’ve got me all figured out. Such a dissection of my character, and you’ve only spoken to me for two minutes. How could you possibly be able to gather that much attention from someone in that amount of time.”
“It’s a gift. You either got it or you don’t.”
“Woooow. Well, I’ve got a trick of my own.”
“I’m sure you do. But if you’re not gonna answ-”
“It involves the sight of unspoken tones
You say you see those that aren’t said
But what about those that are meant for the dead?
For, behind closed doors are information for the sneaky
Which is why you should be wary when you traverse minds that are freaky
So I give to you the sip of knowledge
Of what goes on in the lives of the NEET, the housewife, and the one who should be preparing for college.
Drink up, you son of a bitch.”
She then gives me a slap across my face, causing an echo of the impact to be heard around the store before walking off. Now, while she should spend a bit more time in her poetry class, I will admit that she sure packs a wallop. Good Lord. But something else catches my attention. Was her hand…glowing? Was I just slapped with glitter? Whatever. Her loss. Bright side, I’ve got an interesting story.
I head over to purchase my things and head to my car. As I make my way home, the previous event starts playing in my head again. What the hell was that girl on? She could not have been sobre. I mean, “The sight of unspoken tones”? What does that even mean? Bullet dodged, I guess. I’ve learned my lesson about sticking my dick in crazy.
I make it home and put my things away, sniffing my candles and the greatest flavor combination for lotion to ever be conceived. But after setting down my pizza to preheat the oven, I get an overwhelming sense of drowsiness coursing throughout my body. My arms are getting heavy, my balance is shot, and my vision’s blurry. What is going on? I slept a full eight hours.
I head to my couch, sitting down on it. Ok, since I can’t possibly function with all of this going on, I guess I’ll take a quick power nap. But no more than a half hour. I try to reach into my pocket to pull out my phone and set the timer, but my arm’s not moving. I try moving it more, but nothing’s happening. I then notice that my entire arm is suspended above me. Wait, no. Both of my arms are above me. And I can’t move my legs. And…am I…naked? Am I dreaming?
As I have that thought, I’m suddenly introduced to a blinding light. After adjusting to the brightness, I try asking who’s there and what they’re going to do to me, but I immediately discover that my mouth’s been taped. What’s happening?! I then hear a familiar voice giggling. No. Not her. Why? I thought I got rid of you! I look to the source of the noise and, sure enough, it’s Ashley in the flesh. What do I need to do to get the hell away from you?!
“Well, hello, there, my sweet baby boy,” she starts, “So I’ve been thinking and you’re right. It’s only natural for this to happen.”
What the hell is she talking about? I haven’t said a single word to her in years.
“I mean, I can’t say I haven’t had the thought,” she continues, walking towards me, “Intrusive thoughts are a hell of a drug as I’m sure you’re aware. Plus, this happens all the time. And I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. With all the time that you’ve spent with me, the jealousy you’ve displayed towards your father, the lack of a girlfriend, it all just seems so blatant now. Makes me feel silly for not seeing it.”
Ok, she’s obviously lost it. Where am I? How did I-…Hang on, I know that poster. That’s the vintage signed Russel Wilson poster that I got for William for his sixteenth birthday. And that’s his manga collection. And that’s his collection of games. All in the same exact places that I saw them last. Why am I in William’s room? My thoughts are interrupted as I feel Ashley sit on my lap, straddling me.
“So let me give you what you’ve been wanting for so long,” she continues, bringing her hands to my bare chest and slowly leaning down, “I wish you told me that you wanted this last week so that I would’ve given you the best birthday gift you could’ve asked for, but this’ll have to do. Consider this a late birthday gift.”
She gives me a small kiss on the nose before giggling and slowly moving her hips, grinding her dripping wet pussy on my exposed growing shaft.
“Ooo,” she coos, maintaining her slow pace, “It seems someone’s excited to receive their late gift, huh? Well, how about I really show you what you’re in for?”
She stops grinding before planting a kiss on my cheek and trailing down to my neck, to my chest, to my stomach, to my abdomen, and finally stopping at my crotch. She looks up at me as she inches her mouth closer to my hard shaft. Why am I hard? Why don’t I hate this? And…why am I getting so lost in her adorable ocean blue eyes?
I can feel her warm light breath on my length as she continues teasing me. But once she’s millimeters away from it, she grins at me before giggling and saying,
“Is this what you wanted, baby boy? You want dear ol’ mommy to take you into her mouth? It’s a bit too soon, don’t you think? There’s plenty of things to do before any of that, sweetie.”
What does she mean? She slithers off of the bed and reaches down, digging around in a bag for something. My mind is just scrambled, trying to piece together what the hell is actually happening right now. She answers some of my inner questions, pulling out a candle, a lighter, two suction cups, an ice tray, a collar and leash, and a vibrator.
What the fuck? I’m not into this. I hated when she even suggested we do this. It’s why we broke up. This is way too freaky for me. So why am I getting more excited the more I look at everything?
“Looks like you can’t wait to get started, honey,” she says with a giggle as she grabs the candle and ignites it with the lighter before placing it on the nightstand.
I try voicing my disapproval through the tape, hoping that she’ll get the hint that I don’t want any of this. But she brings a hand to my already covered lips, saying in a low seductive tone,
“Shh. I know, baby. So let mommy take care of you, Willie.”
William? Wha-…What kind of sick, twisted, disgusting thoughts travel in her head? What kind of roleplaying has she been wanting me to act out? She interrupts my confused thoughts by applying the suction cups on my chest, covering my nipples before twisting them. It’s not so bad at first, but after moments of them being attached to me, I feel them pulling away at my chest. It’s so uncomfortable. I try squirming to get them off of me, but that’s only making it worse. I hate this. But why does my body like it?!
“Yeah, baby, squirm for mommy,” Ashley taunts, bringing an ice cube to my chest, circling the suction cups, “You like that, huh? This is what you wanted from mommy? Were you jealous of mommy trying these things out on everyone but you? Yeah, I know, baby. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore, do you?”
I can’t take much more of this. Between the discomfort of the suction cups and the freezing cold ice cube, I’d rather she just kill me. But for some reason, my body is just begging for more. Ashley grabs my shaft with her free hand, slowly stroking it as she hums her tune that she’d sing when we dated. She then giggles before finally taking the ice cube off of my body and popping it into her mouth, chewing it. What’s wrong with this woman?
She then grabs the candle, twirling it as if it were a cup of wine before leaning down and licking all around my body, trailing the crunched up ice all over me, making me squirm even more in discomfort. It’s so fucking cold. Why is it colder? She then brings the candle to my stomach, slowly dripping the wax along my torso.
I try screaming in agony, but for some reason, it’s coming out as a moan of pleasure. Why is my body betraying me like this?! It hurts so fucking much! But-…but…it hurts…so…good.
“Ooo, yeah,” she teases, trailing the drops of blistering hot candle wax along my body, “Moan for me, baby. Feel that hot candle wax all over your sexy little body. Yeah. Feels good, huh?”
She places the candle back on the nightstand before leaning in closer to my face, speeding up her strokes on my cock, whispering,
“Yes, baby. Let mommy know how good it feels. Yeah, you feel so good right now, don’t you? You like mommy doing all this to you? Hm? You like mommy making you so cold, then making you so hot? Almost makes you wanna cum right now, huh? Well, do it, baby. Cum for mommy right now. Coat her hand in your warm, tasty, creamy baby batter. Let me taste it. Yes. Yes. Yes. Do it, baby. Do it. Cum for me. Cum for me. Cum for me.”
I can’t help but to be enthralled in her demanding voice. Everything thus far has been surprisingly good. But her voice, her demands, her actions in general, it’s just putting me in a trance. I-…I-…I need to do what mommy says. I’m so close. I’m gonna give mommy exactly what she wants.
But before I can follow her directions, she just…stops. No. No, I was so close. It felt so good, mommy. Why would you stop? Wait, am I…whimpering? Ashley chuckles before saying,
“Oh, don’t pout, baby. It wouldn’t be much fun if you just came right here and now, would it? Surely, you wouldn’t wanna end the fun so soon for mommy, would you?”
I frantically shake my head at the question. She chuckles before grabbing the collar and leash, saying,
“Good. Now, tilt your head up for mommy.”
I do as instructed, lifting my head up as she puts on the collar. She wraps the leash around her hand, stopping at about halfway through, pulling me towards her, testing the limits of my bound arms. She then sits up and spreads her legs, presenting her practically dripping pussy to me. I’m almost salivating at the sight of it. I just wanna devour her.
My wish is then granted as she forces my face into her pussy as she moans in pleasure. I waste no time, licking, sucking, and kissing away at her delicious pussy. Fuck, this taste. I missed it so much. She was always so sweet. I could taste her forever and die a happy man.
“Oh, yeah, that’s a good boy,” she moans out, grinding her pussy against my mouth, “Yeah, eat mommy’s pussy. Let me feel that little tongue. Taste it. Lick it. Suck it. Yeah. You’re doing so well, baby.”
Her moans of approval and words of encouragement are just turning me on even more. I love making mommy proud. Why would I ever turn something like this down? This has to be the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life. Thank God I have the chance to make it up now.
I look up at her, discovering her sucking on the vibrator, getting it nice and wet with her saliva. After a few moments of lubricating the vibrator, she slides it out of her mouth before turning her attention back to me, giving me a smirk before reaching backwards. I then feel the plastic toy pushing against my virgin asshole, taking me by surprise. But for some reason, I don’t even tense up. I just accept it, almost as if I’ve done this before. It slides in almost easily, making me moan in her pussy, elevating the pleasure for her.
“Fuck, baby,” she moans, “You’re so good at this. Looks like you’ve had some practice. You’ve been practicing for mommy, haven’t you?”
She grinds harder and against my face as she pushes the vibrator deeper and deeper inside of my anus until it’s fully inside. She then brings her hand to my head, gripping onto my hair as she moans louder and louder as she pulls tighter on the collar. After moments of licking and grinding, she lets out a final moan, lightly convulsing as she cums on my tongue. She slowly stops her movements, giggling as she rides out her orgasm. She then leans back on her arms, catching her breath, saying,
“Such a good boy…Taking care…of mommy…like this. I’m so happy to have such a considerate boy for a son…But it wouldn’t be fair if we just left it at this, would it? My baby boy needs a reward, doesn’t he?”
She takes a moment to compose herself before maneuvering herself to the foot of the bed, getting in the same position she was when this all started. Her head is right in between my legs, looking up at me with her gorgeous eyes. This time, she finally gives me what I’ve been waiting for. She takes my raging hard cock in between those luscious lips of hers, taking it deep inside of her mouth. I tilt my head up, moaning in bliss as she bobs her head up and down the length of my cock.
Her mouth is the greatest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. She’s never sucked me like this before. She’s taking it so deep and it feels sooo good. And she’s only making it better by never taking her eyes away from mine. God, looking into her eyes while she does this just makes this feel way better than it should. After a few more minutes of sucking my cock, she takes it out of her mouth, stroking it as she says,
“Mommy’s mouth feels good, doesn’t it? You like how mommy’s mouth felt wrapped around your dick, baby? Yeah, felt nice, right? Well, you know what would feel even better?”
She giggles as she straddles me again, grinding her warm pussy on my lubricated cock.
“Brace yourself, baby,” she says, reaching back, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, everything after this will feel like pain in comparison.”
I really want her to make good on that promise. She then heads off to a good start by switching on the vibrator, immediately sending immense waves of pleasure all throughout my entire body. Fuck, this is so amazing. I’m learning so much about myself. My body almost feels like it’s addicted to this.
As I’m still basking in the absolute delight from the toy, Ashley raises her hips, positioning my cock to the entrance of her pussy before lowering herself onto it, penetrating herself. She lets out a stunning moan, enjoying both my cock and the vibrations the vibrator is causing. She then leans down, inching her face away from mine as she starts sliding up and down my shaft.
I’m feeling things that I never even thought were possible. And it’s through activities I thought I’d never even be caught dead doing. And even more unbelievable, it’s with someone I thought I hated more than anyone on Earth. But I’m glad I was wrong about all of it. I love this so much. I love her so much. I want her back. I wish I could say it.
Once again, she manages to hear my inner thoughts. She rips off the tape from my mouth, causing more pleasurable pain, saying,
“Come on, baby, cry out to your mommy. Let me hear it. I need it, baby. Say it.”
“M-mommy,” I moan,
“Louder, honey. Mommy needs you to scream it.”
“Mommy!”
“Louder!”
“Mommy!!!”
She yanks off the suction cup from my right nipple, making me groan in pain. She then pinches my already aching nipple before twisting it, saying,
“Louder!”
“MOMMY!!!!” I obey, screaming for joy.
She then takes advantage of my agape mouth and brings her chest to it, popping her right tit inside. I instinctively start sucking on it, earning more moans from her.
“Yeah, baby,” she moans, “Suck on my tits. Ooooh, fuck! Yes, baby. Suck harder. Suck on it like you’re trying to drink mommy’s milk. You wanna go back to the good ol’ days? You wanna go back to only drinking mommy’s milk straight from her nice soft titties? Tell mommy you love sucking on her titties. Tell me how much you love them.”
I briefly take her tit out of my mouth, saying,
“I love them, mommy. I love your titties so much.”
I then pop her left one in my mouth, massaging her right as I start thrusting into her. With each thrust, I feel myself getting closer and closer to my limit. I’m gonna fill her to the brim with my cum. She’s gonna be so proud. Mommy’s gonna be so proud of me.
“That’s it, Willie,” she moans, “Cum inside of mommy. Fill her up. Shoot your warm cum deep inside of your own mother. You can do it. Do it for me, baby. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
After a few more thrusts, I do as told, letting out a loud groan as I arch my back and release my sperm inside of her pussy. She moans with me, savoring the feeling of my essence flooding inside of her. She starts moving her hips, ensuring she squeezes every last drop from me before turning off the vibrator and lying down on my chest.
That. Was. Perfect. Way better than anyone I’ve ever been with. I think…I think I’m falling in love with her all over again. I think she’s just reminded me why she’s the one for me. I want her. I need her. I…I need to fix this. I take a breath before saying,
“L-…listen, A-”
All of a sudden, I hear a loud noise coming from another room, scaring the shit out of me. Oh, right. Forgot all about her loud ass ringtones. She groans in agitation before saying,
“Be right back, sweetie. I need to permanently fix something.”
She climbs off of me and heads to her phone. Talk about bad timing. I was actually looking forward to cuddling with her. Well, I mean, whatever the closest thing to cuddling is when your arms are bound to the headboard of a bed. She then comes back with her ringing phone, to my surprise. Why is she bringing a conversation here at a time like this?
“You’re not gonna believe this,” she says in an irritated tone, “I thought I was rid of this douchebag.”
Who is she talking about? She answers the phone with a harsh,
“What?…What th- Where do you get off calling me mom now?! You had your chance with me. Now you’re done with me. Just like you wanted…Ok, just keep playing dumb with me. I don’t give a damn about your stupid ass stories and fantasies, Matthew. ‘Switching bodies’…Yeah, yeah, keep going. Just keep making a fool of yourself. See if I care…Mhm…Oh, really? Oh…Oh, no. I’d never do such a thing. You switching bodies with your son is no time for mockery. Someone call the police.”
Wait, what? Is she serious? She’s really found herself conversing with someone talking about switching bodies with their kid? What kind of people does she associate herself with?
“Uh, who’s that?” I ask, confused,
“Your father,” she replies, rolling her eyes, “I think he’s trying to get me back by telling me about some fantasy where he switched bodies with you, while sleeping.”
…Huh?…What? That…That can’t be-…No. No, that’s…Someone’s gotta be fucking around here. You mean to tell me that the day she gets this bizzare call from a nutjob is the day that she drives me from my house to here and ties me up in our kid’s bed while I’m sleeping and calls out his name just to be extra kinky?…Wait…Hang on…“The sight of unspoken tones” “Secrets meant for the dead” “What goes on between the housewife and NEET”…Oh, God. OH, GOD!!!
“Yeah,” Ashley continues in a deadpan tone, “Uh huh…Sure…Yup…Oh, yeah, I believe you…Please, would someone who believed you be as shocked as I am right now? Like, woooooah. Craaaazy…Ju-…hmm.”
She then turns to me, grinning from ear to ear.
“You know what?” she says in a sultry tone, walking towards me, swaying her hips, “Since you’re involving your son into this, it’s only right that you tell him that to his face, right? Right.”
She climbs onto the bed, typing on her phone as she brings a leg to one side of my head, straddling my face. She then points her phone at me, saying,
“Ok, go ahead, Michael. Tell your son all about your little dream.”
“Wait, wait, hang on, IS THAT ME?!” I hear my voice saying from my phone.
Before I can reciprocate the reaction, Ashley lowers her hips onto my face, making me taste her freshly cum-filled pussy. She grinds on my face, focusing the camera on me.
“Go on, Michael,” she moans, “Tell our baby boy what you want to happen so badly. Tell him how you just wish you could be in his place, licking away at my dirty little pussy filled to the brim with his thick creamy cum. Go ahead. Let’s hear it.”
OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!!! I’m in my own son’s body! I’m having sex with his mother in his body! And he’s watching in mine! And this can’t be a dream! I felt everything! I feel everything! Everything’s too vivid! And I’m still here! This is too damn freaky! SO WHY DOES IT FEEL EVEN BETTER NOW?!
“Yeah, baby,” Ashley continues, grinding harder, “Clean up the mess you made inside of mommy. Eat it all up. Do it while daddy watches. Yeah. Oooh, fuck.”
Ashley then pulls herself off of me, leaning back on one arm, while holding the phone with the other.
“I bet that’s gonna do wonders for your next dream, you dumb motherfucker,” she says, smugly,
“Mom, listen to m-” I hear before she interrupts him with,
“Ah, ah, ah, not another word. I’ve already given you enough of my time. I’m done with whatever this is. You can go jerk off with the image of your son’s face in my cunt for all I care. Just leave me out of your spank session. Byyyye.”
She hangs up the phone before tossing it aside and turning her attention back to me with a sinister look in her eyes, saying,
“Well, that was fun, huh? Really got your endorphins rushing, didn’t it? Don’t even try to deny it. I can feel you on my butt. But don’t worry, baby. You’re not alone. And I think I’ve got the energy for round 2. And I think your father would love nothing more than to see his dream come to fruition, don’t you?”