Funnily enough, when Jonny moved in, he was worried that there would be nothing but duds in his building, and have to settle for a quiet weekend in as he got settled. Unpacking could wait, though; because right now he was Michaela Thompson, the busty mixed-race teen that lived in the apartment below him. At this point in Jonny's 'career' with his powers, he effectively was his host immediately upon taking possession of them. All of Michaela's memories were instantly his: her first crush, her cup size (a healthy double D), her hobbies (mostly vapid fashion stuff, Jonny thought), the reason for her attitude (still upset about Catherine's divorce and not warming up to her step-father Frank)... they were so clear now to Jonny. Because he had effectively seen all of Michaela's life through her eyes; he was effectively a perfect copy.
He was experiencing new things in Michaela's body as well, though. Namely, cupping his 'mother's' naked chest while she moaned like a whore in the girl's punked out bedroom. Jonny took great pride in manhandling Catherine's mountainous bosom with Michaela's small hands, growing messy as the lip gloss smeared off of the tit and onto his hand.
"Wow Mom, I wish my tits grow this big." Jonny was really getting off on the mother/daughter scenario he set up with his clone.
"You've... *huff*... got a fat pair yourself." Catherine struggled to speak.
"Hmm..." Jonny briefly let up on his host's mother, pulling up Michaela's cut t-shirt to reveal her tantalizing rack contained by an expensive-looking Victoria's Secret bra. "I guess you're right." Mother and daughter both shared a lecherous grin as Jonny helped himself to jiggle Michaela's rack, a sensation that truly never got old. "Smaller than the milf, but much more firm."
Jonny then hiked up his skirt and sank both hands into Michaela's perky asscheeks, relishing the sensation. Catherine hungrily took advantage of this and started groping Michaela's brown titties herself. Jonny certainly didn't object to both him and his clone getting the most out of Michaela's body.
Jonny certainly didn't feel bad for what he was doing; those sorts of qualms disappeared many years ago when he first got his powers. That had never changed. He was just in love with what was happening to his hosts, and not just from his perspective. Michaela here just finished dressing up to go and meet with friends, and she certainly paid no mind to her kinda annoying mom stopping in to check on her last-minute. She had no idea that Catherine was possessed by Jonny, and if Michaela knew his track record she'd be terrified of what was coming next. Regardless, she couldn't stop Jonny, and now he and a clone controlling the body of her mother had her all to themselves.
"Yeah, your tits feel firm as hell." Catherine chuckled, hefting one of her own pale breasts for reference. "Can't totally sink your hands into them like mine, though."
"Just watch." Jonny took that as an invitation, and deftly unclasped Michaela's bra. It fell to the ground, her breasts barely sagging at all. Jonny then treated Michaela like her mother earlier and greedily squeezed and cupped her titties, already feeling a dampness in his panties.
"Wow, guess you can." Catherine was impressed, and the clone was similarly aroused by Michaela feeling herself up.
"Spank me!" Jonny commanded, bending over, propping his body up against the closet door. Ironically, Michaela liked this kind of rough treatment from her dates, so Jonny was sure he'd get the same reception from her body right now.
'Catherine' eagerly obliged, hiking up her daughter's skirt. The lacy panties looked great on Michaela's ass, but the clone carelessly pulled them down and gave her asscheeks a few slaps.
"Not like that, you little bitch!" Jonny barked, unsatisfied. "This girl likes it rough!"
"Ah alright, 'Michaela'." Catherine responded in a knowing tone, and put her all into a very loud, forceful spank. Jonny involuntarily moaned - this was better than he expected.
"More." Jonny said. His assertive tone had fell through though, and he sounded more meek than he expected.
The topless MILF behind him was happy to help further, putting her weight behind several more harsh slaps. Catherine's breasts jiggled wildly with every motion, and she stopped every few slaps for a brief rub between her legs. Jonny bit into Michaela's lower lip, tasting a faint hint of her lip gloss's cherry as her mother absolutely ravaged her from behind.
"Fuck, I'm gonna..." Michaela's lower lip had started to bleed as Jonny felt his mind go hazy.
His cunt was sopping wet, and he struggled to even hold himself up against the closet door with his host's slim arms.
"You've been a bit of a handful lately, Kayla." Catherine said, using her daughter's nickname she had since she was little. This gave Jonny a second wind, and a bit more clarity. "Your tits and ass especially are a handful... just like momma."
"Oh... ffffuck...." Jonny was slipping back into incoherence. His nubile host's body was giving out.
"Maybe you've got such an attitude..." Christine gave 'Michaela' one final spank, with far greater force than she had mustered before. Jonny let out a squeal like an animal in heat, having given up trying to suppress his cries. Who cares if the Thompson's neighbors heard - he wasn't really them.
"A-Alright, now I'll-" Jonny, hands quivering, reached back to Michaela's pussy, knowing that a quick fingering and playing with her clit would be enough to send him into sweet bliss.
Michaela's hands didn't make it however, as Catherine shoved her head towards her daughters behind and stuck her tongue into her cunt.
"O-O-OOOHHH MY GOOOOOD!" Jonny was absolutely screaming, almost enough to crack glass with Michaela's now shrill voice. The sensation of Catherine's nose in his bumhole and tongue going wild in his pussy was like nothing he had experienced before in his ten-plus years of body snatching.
In an otherwise ordinary apartment building, he had found something new. Sensations he had never felt before. And he absolutely loved it.
"I-I-I-I'M GONNA CUM!" 'Michaela' shouted, barely able to stay lucid. "I'M GONNA CUM IN MICHAELA T-THOMPSON'S HOT LITTLE BODY!!!" Jonny gave up trying to hold his body up against the closet door, collapsing face first into Michaela's carpet as her dainty hands shot to her breasts once more. But this time instead of the satisfying squishing and groping of her titty flesh, Jonny grabbed onto both of Michaela's perky nipples and pulled. Hard.
This sent Jonny over the edge. For less than a second, he blacked out. But then he came to.
Pleasure. Raw, aching pleasure. Michaela's entire body was wracked by the most intense orgasm Jonny had experienced from anyone's body.
It lasted a bit longer than usual, but for Jonny that little moment felt like an eternity. He screamed in Michaela's voice until he ran out of air. He absolutely clawed at her DD-cups trying to rake out every last drop of euphoria. And above all, the MILF with her face in his cunt didn't stop at all, happily lapping up her daughter's juices.
Eventually, Jonny's screams turned into quieter moans, his hands slowed down, and Michaela's pretty face with makeup all done was shoved into the carpet. Jonny was drooling somewhat, out of focus from that unbelievable experience.
"Christ man, that looked like something else." 'Catherine' laughed as she pulled back, sitting on her cushiony ass on the carpeted floor.
"That... was..." Jonny was absolutely out of breath as he mustered the strength to roll over. "This chick is something else. Ten out of ten. Easy."
"Really." Catherine looked a bit confused. "Best host yet?"
"No, not quite." Jonny pulled himself up to sit up straight. That was a topic with no clear answer. Nearly every body had its perks, but Michaela's sensations were extremely acute. Possibly not the most sensitive host he'd had but she definitely delivered given sufficient stimulation.
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