Jessica wants to do it. Not cuddling, not kissing, not even a blowjob from her part or a handjob from yours. She wants sex – full frontal, sticking it to her deeply, until you explode in her. You can’t deny you’ve dreamed of this moment ever since you became a couple. Yet, the moment she finally agrees, she adds a caveat. She wants to do it as someone else from her family – either her sister or her mother.
You’re baffled by her decision, but even if you don’t feel entirely comfortable, you feel she’d take it as an offense if you didn’t accept. You feel even less comfortable if you were to suggest she wore Katie, as you really can’t see her as anything other than Claire’s friend.
But her mother... “How about the latter?”
“What latter?”
“You said you wanted to do it, no? Then you suggested--”
“You secretly got something for my mom!?” She slaps you and you flinch, but then she cackles. “Oh, David! What made you choose her, though?”
“Well, not gonna deny your mom’s hot. But if you wanna know the reason... “ You rub Jessica’s torso – or rather, Mrs. Hunt’s torso – and smirk. “I think I know how you’ll look when older. And you’ll look just fine.”
“David!” Your confession shocks her. “You think I’ll look like Mom?”
“You’ll look hotter,” you say to appease her – or not, as you genuinely believe she’ll age gracefully. You kiss her, admiring and praising her beauty. “You’ll have a hot body, all toned, free of wrinkles--”
“Aw, shut up!” She slaps you playfully before stepping away. “I’ll have to take Katie off, though, so you’ll have to wait. Want to undress me or go straight into the action?”
“You said it’d be like your mom seducing me, so how about we play as if you found me here, and then--”
“I know what I’ll do,” she tells you, winking. “Just wait for me there, alright?”
The mere thought that Jessica’s preparing for some roleplay makes your thing wake ragingly erect, threatening to tear your pants. (You feel like taking them off, but “Mrs. Hunt” would find it odd.) As you fight with it, it becomes reality - as Mrs. Hunt, wearing a tanktop and the buttoned blouse and cargo shorts you found earlier, knocks on the door.
“David?” she asks, very amused. “I didn’t see you here. When did you come in?”
“Just now” you claim, teasing her. “I thought Jess was here.”
“You just missed her,” she tells you in a sultry voice. “She told me to entertain you.” She rubs her manicured finger on your shirt, lifting her brow suggestively. “How about I be a good host and show you what’s to be a man?”
“What will Jessica think?” you tease her further.
“If you don’t say anything...” She grins, and you can see from her expression that she’s enjoying this. She’s trying to convince you that she’s a forty-year old mature woman that has the hots for you, and yet you can’t stop thinking about her. Perhaps that’s why she’s so motivated to seduce you. “...she doesn’t have to know.”
“You don’t really care I’m your daughter’s boyfriend?”
She grins and chortles. “I want to see if you’ll be good for her, David. Do you think I look good?”
You swallow hard. She’s using your words against you. “You... I mean...”
“Don’t worry, my dear!” She pulls off her blouse, nudging closer. “Be honest. Do you find me attractive?”
“All I’m thinking is that Jessica will look hot when she’s older.”
She scowls, but can’t hide her grin. “My, my! What a way to flirt with me!”
“It’s a honest one,” you tell her, carefully navigating your way – she may be playing as her mother, but deep down it’s your girlfriend. “She got a lot of traits from you, ma’am.”
“Want to see the original blueprint?” She starts playfully taking off her tank top but something breaks the mood. You look at her, worried, and she catches on. “Something wrong?”
“You think your mom would say that? Y’know, the ‘original blueprint’ thing?”
She chews her lip, frowning. “Yeah. Dropped the ball on that one.”
“How about, ‘want to check which traits she inherited?’ Or perhaps--?”
She grins, tapping your lips with her finger. “Fruit tastes better when mature. How about...” She pushes you into Jessica’s - her - bed, purring as she mounts you. “...you let her ripen and take me instead?” She looks at your groin, laughing. “Oh! Someone must be very excited with the idea.”
“I won’t deny it.” Your groin is about to explode, and you wanted any excuse to take off your pants. “You’re very convincing.”
“I’m glad you’re on board.” She unbuttons your pants, and as she pulls them off you, you feel the immediate relief from your trouser snake stretching, as if from a long sleep. She notices it and hums with delight. “My, David! You’re so well-endowed!”
“Thanks for taking them off, ma’am. My groin was getting a little cramped.”
“Wearing tight pants?” She chuckles. “I relate – I also wear tight garments.” She finishes removing her tank top, followed by her bra. “Oof! They needed to be free! But they could use a good rub, don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” you grin. “I think they deserve a rub.”
“I think something else deserves a rub, darling.” She takes off her pants and underwear, finally allowing you to see her full naked body. From the moment you first saw her, your eyes couldn’t escape her wide hips- after all, it’s one of the reasons she wears short pants at all times. But now you can see her firm, large ass, and breasts that refuse to sag despite the age.
Your first instinct is to grab her ass. They’re as firm as you saw them, making you wonder if she does some exercise while Jessica and Katie are at school. And it’s not a timid grip – it's firm, almost claw-like, holding to them while refusing to release them.
“Ohhh...” She purrs. “I wasn’t talking about that, though.”
“I wasn’t gonna stop there.” You bring her down, shoving your erect manhood into her innards. You barely have time to moan before you twist around, standing on top with a beautiful mature woman laying on her back as your prize.
“Mmm... So adventurous, David. I never imagined you wanted me so much.”
“You never offered.” You pull her legs closer towards you, growling with desire. “But now that you’re offering, I wanna pound you silly.”
“Dear,” she taunts you. “You’re a virgin! Can you withstand pounding this mature woman into submission?”
“I can try.”
“Then I want to see you try.” She embraces you, swallowing your tongue with hers. “Make me a woman, David. Make me feel young again.”
Hearing those words felt like pulling a ripcord on your groin. You’re so close, you can see the very faint signs that Jessica’s mother is as old as she’s meant to be – subtle expression lines in her eyes and lips that become invisible with the least amount of makeup, or the dryness of her hands as they scrape rough through your skin.
But as you plunge deep into her womb, feeling her spasm and quaver, you care little. The scent of her perfume assaults your nostrils, driving her pheromones deeper and deeper into your brain. And when she starts to moan, they destroy any thoughts of doubt and dissent.
And she may not be the real Mrs. Hunt, but Jessica can certainly make you believe. “Oh, God! It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man!”
Was Mr. Hunt that bad? You think, but you have enough clarity of mind to keep it deep inside your lips. (The last thing you want is for Jessica to react in utter disgust.
Soon, you feel like all your blood has concentrated into your groin, your heart is being wrung dry – but your brain is in bliss. You feel the warmth of Mrs. Hunt’s body spiking, the hardness of her nipples on your lips and tongue, her nails digging deep and her legs clamping you. You won’t be able to hold it anymore. “I... I think I’m gonna--”
“Load it all up, darling.” You feel the warm breath of her lips in your ear as she whispers. “I want you to make me mine before you take my daughter away.”
You feel the last restraint loosen, and with a grunt, you squeeze your load into her. You see how her neck arcs and she squeezes you all over, and when you finish, you’re both panting, your eyes locked. Though you cannot see Jessica’s blue eyes in her look, you feel like you can pierce through her disguise and see her – your beloved, exhausted after your first time together.
Then, you hear a gasp. Jessica instinctively grabs the black pen and doesn’t hesitate to point at the door. As you turn, you notice Claire – your sister – fainting, but as she collapses, her skin flattens, until all that remains is a pile of clothes and an empty, outstretched hand.
Your companion huffs in relief, cackling nervously. “That was a close one.”
“You think!?” You move away from her, ready to check on your sibling. Just like you saw with Katie, all that’s left is an empty husk, her clothes haphazardly hanging to it. “Jess, I don’t like this.”
“It was either that or explain why you’re fucking my mom,” she reminds you. “And I doubt this is permanent.”
“You doubt!?”
“It’s only logical! What kind of monster would permanently turn people into skins without a way back?”
“The kind of...” You pause, as you notice Jessica’s just as scared. “Nevermind. What are we gonna do, though?”
“Well...” She approaches you, rubbing her finger on your neck. “Claire and I can always check if your mother wants to play with us.”
Play? It takes some time for you to realize what she meant. She wants you to wear Claire, visit your home, and do the same to your mother.
Is she going too far?
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