You step into Jimmy’s bedroom, slamming it with your open hand. “James Edward Wilson! What’s that sound I’m hearing?”
The moans stop, and you see him open, confused and almost panicked. “Dude, what the heck!? I thought you’d put on--”
You gasp. “Tina!? What are you doing in James’s room?” You push the door, searching it. “James, you better step out, or I swear I’ll ground you until your next life!”
“What?” He giggles nervously, but as excited as you are, you keep your face straight. “David, this isn’t funny.”
“David?” You grimace. “I thought he was in his home.”
You see him open his eyes wide as you accuse him. “I told you he was at his home – I saw him leave. I hope you weren’t planning to knock me out to play hooky with Jimmy, you lecherous wench!”
“David, it’s...!” You see Jimmy shivering, but you keep your game face. “Snap out of it! I know it’s weird at first, but if you think it’s you, then--!”
“Tina, what are you talking about?”
“David, it’s me!” He pulls Tina’s head off his face, scared. “Jimmy!”
You gasp, covering your mouth with the same hand as you hold the pen. “James! What’s the meaning of this!?”
“David, listen! You’re not Mom! Snap out of it!”
You act as if thinking, only to surprise him. “So that’s it. David was trying to wear me. He says he was using a brown pen, trying to get my... But it seems it backfired.”
“What do you mean?” It’s then when Jimmy starts stammering. “Mom, listen up! I can explain!”
“He said you used this pen on him,” you say as you brandish it. “And that you put him on, like he tried to put me on, and went to his house... That explains everything! You put on poor Christina to fool me”
“Mom, listen... This wasn’t supposed to happen. I dunno why David decided to put you on or how he screwed it up, but this isn’t you. I bet he used that pen while wearing you! That idiot!”
Idiot? You seethe. “So this is his?”
“Yeah, he was showing me them! He told me we should use them on you guys!”
You motherfucking...!
“But look – I can fix everything! Just give me the pens and I’ll get David off you!”
“Oh, don’t worry,” you tell him. “I’ll probably find a way to fix things – but I didn’t teach you to be this way. I think you should be punished for doing what he told you blindly.”
“Why not him!?”
“Who says he’s not?” you tell him. “This’ll teach you to make your own decisions.”
“No, Mom, wait!” He tries to stop you, but you point the pen at him, menacingly.
“I wonder what Tina’ll think about you wearing her...” You click the pen, and you see his face distort as he deflates inside Tina’s body, plopping to the ground.
You blow the pen, grinning. “Sucker.” You move towards his head, kicking it. “What the hell, man!? Throwing me under the bus!?”
You carefully tear Tina’s skin on her back, checking inside; you notice another deflated skin, in a different skin tone, coated in a slimy sweat. You rip it off to notice Jimmy, his eyes gone and his mouth agape as it hangs from your hand. (You could swear his face permanently froze with fear.)
Tina’s safe for now, but having her wake up on a strange place won’t help, so you choose to keep her as she currently is – at least, until you can question Jimmy. You resolve to hide her in Julia’s room while you sort the punishment.
As you enter inside, you watch the new surroundings with wonder. (You’ve barely stepped inside your parents’ room, but never into your friends’ own.) You take your time to check it out, wondering what secrets Julia has kept from her children.
You move directly to her closet, figuring this would be a good hiding spot for Tina. As you revise them, you notice nothing out of the ordinary at first – lots of ample blouses and skirts, stretchy clothing, sandals and pumps, fitting a woman of her age and girth. Perhaps one or two oversized shirts, but you’ve seen her using them.
After finding a hanger to hide your sister’s skin (and apologize profusely for it), you notice a little gleam from the corner suggesting something else hidden. Your doubts are immediately answered before you could even stretch your arms. Those are for special occasions, darling.
As you catch them, you notice a pair of large, knee-length boots – and those were hiding two extra pairs, one of them with the thinnest stiletto heels you could find. You wonder what these “special” occasions might be when you hear a laugh in your head.
Can’t a woman feel pretty and sexy when dating?
You feel a shiver run down your spine. Missus Wilson’s dating!?
Figured I could remake my life since Jimmy’s about to graduate. I devoted my life to raising them, and I don’t regret it – but that doesn’t mean I need to remain alone when the nest empties.
Your eyes instinctively rest on a duffel bag well out of sight, on the opposite side of the closet. You pull it out with a heave, knocking some jeans out, and set it on the floor to check.
You didn’t expect her to hide this saucy clothing. Though still tame, you notice a couple leather and vinyl skirts, a few waist cinchers and even a corset, alongside some long-sleeved blouses with fabric so thin when stretched it’s almost see-through. There’s also a box with bold makeup which you certainly haven’t seen her wear, ever.
You can see the daylight creep inside her room, letting you know you still have plenty of time to experiment. Your mind can’t stop thinking of the possibility. How would I look if I wore this?
You’d look great, darling. Once again, Julia’s voice comforts you with her motherly tone, though with a flirty mood. I can make a man ten years younger than me swoon – I don’t doubt I could make a man twenty or even twenty-five years younger feel like he hit the jackpot.
Could it be that Jimmy’s perverted thoughts came from his mother?
I know my Jimmy’s on that exploration phase – I was there. As long as he doesn’t treat a woman like shit, I don’t mind if he gets high on seeing porn. In fact...
Your eyes seem to focus on the lowest of her dressers. She tells you Jimmy can be quite curious, so she added a trick to make it seem like it’s jammed. She tells you the trick, though, and after taking a pair of wedges on the back of the drawers, moving out all the fragile things atop them and giving it a good yank, you open up her secret treasure.
If Jimmy was seeing this now, he’d be giddy. Lacy underwear, a couple small and tight thongs, see-through nighties, a few flasks of pheromones, rubber pads to fill up and lift breasts, saucy magazines and, to your astonishment, a couple sex toys.
You grab and study the largest of them all – a big, thick and notched dildo – wondering how it must feel when shoved inside. You feel a very pleasant sensation running through you. Planning to do something with Hank, my dear?
Hank? you question her.
I call it “Hank”. I figure a man with that name should have a schlong that size. One of the reasons I don’t need a man desperately in my life.
You chuckle at the turn of events. Who would’ve thought Julia has such kinky thoughts stored deep inside her?
I’m not a robot, she answers. While my kids need me, I’m a mother. And though I’ll still be there for them, I need to let them go, so they can find themselves. In the end, I’m still a woman, and I have my own needs. And I can’t leave them unsatisfied.
You didn’t expect that confession. If it weren’t because you don’t see her – because she’s in your mind, not outside – you’d think she’s hitting on you.
I’m not, she responds, since you definitely thought of it. You’ve grown to be handsome, David, but I still see you as the little kid playing with my JImmy. I can’t see you as anything else. But then again – you don’t see me as your mother, aren’t you?
She’s not entirely right, but not entirely wrong either. You do feel guilty of using her against Jimmy, since you’ve always seen her as “Jimmy’s mom”. But she’s right in that, as you crossed into puberty, you started noticing her in a different way. That thought faded as you started noticing other girls – such as Jessica, who's got nothing to envy Julia.
But now that you’re inside her, those thoughts are resurfacing. Can she read your mind, as you’re reading hers?
I’m only suspecting, my dear. Those red cheeks when I bent, the moment I started seeing the first whiskers in your face. And when I hugged you as soon as your voice dropped. That can only mean one thing. “Gosh, who would have thought missus Wilson was so hot!”
You’re certainly thinking about it now. The scent of her fabric freshener and the sweat from cooking almost all day have merged into a delightful odor that assails your brain, as you feel her full-support bra and her panties squeezing you. You feel her jeans hugging your hips snugly. You’re feeling all she feels on a daily basis.
You see the duffel bag, the open drawer, and wonder. What does she feel when she wears that?
Want to try?
If she’s insisting... You grab one of her leather skirts, her knee-high boots, her sultry blouses and her lingerie. You undress, changing into some of her kinky underwear, ready to squeeze her body into one of the cinchers.
You’re ready to see the wilder side of Julia Wilson. You’re ready to traumatize your best friend with his mother’s hidden side. But as you feel the garment squeezing you into a thinner figure, and you add a pair of stockings to the outfit, and finish your transformation with a delicate layer of makeup, you’re not prepared for an eventuality.
The door’s ringing. And you know how Julia hates leaving people waiting.
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