My short story, The New Mom, is now available on Smashwords and Amazon:
Alyson is a self-centered, stuck up college student who uses her body to manipulate and tease men. Paula is Alyson’s mom, a chubby, harried woman whose best days are behind her and who is ashamed of her daughter’s choices. When mother and daughter switch bodies thanks to some mystical intervention, they each get to experience the world as the other.
Can Paula resist the urges of her young, sexy body? Can Alyson adjust to being an older woman and dealing with the fact that the only man now attracted to her is her own father?
This short story contains explicit sexual scenes, including some incest, and is for mature readers only.
Alyson ran her hands through Brent’s close-cropped blonde hair while she sucked on his tongue. His muscular hands wandered across the small of her back, brushing against the bare skin below her crop top. He pushed her against the wall of the hallway with his insistent kisses, both of them oblivious to the kegger raging on around them.
Brent suddenly pulled back and smiled down at her. “Come up to my room.”
She smiled back and slowly pushed his hands away. “Mmm. Another time, maybe, I really need to go.”
She slipped out of his grasp and began walking back down the hallway, teasing him with the sultry sway of her ass. He yelled after her, “What the hell? I gave you my only joint.”
She turned, tossing her long, raven black hair over one shoulder and smiled seductively. “And that’s why I made out with you.”
Alyson laughed as Brent swore after her down the hallway, his vulgar cries drowned out by the music thumping from the frat house living room-cum-dance floor. Alyson didn’t care. She’d gotten what she wanted: the thrill of teasing him. That was the real prize. She loved proving who had the real power, getting anything she wanted just by showing a little skin. Promising everything and delivering nothing. It was so easy with her dark, exotic features and her slender hourglass figure with her gently swaying breasts and oh-so-biteable ass. Men liked to think they were in charge, but they were putty in Alyson’s hands.
Alyson slipped outside and walked down the stone steps to the street. The cool night air caressed her long, tanned legs. The tiny mini-skirt wasn’t doing much to keep her warm, nor the barely there white top that practically all the guys in the frat had tried—and failed—to get her out of. Even her mother had balked when she saw Alyson walking out the door in this outfit (“What are you wearing?!”). Alyson grinned again, thinking of the quarterback’s frustration.
She pulled out her phone to order an Uber, then saw a lone young man walking back to his car and had a better idea. She ran down the steps and reached him just as he closed the door of his car. She knocked on the passenger side window and when he rolled it down she leaned on the sill, making sure to lean low so he got a good glimpse down her top of her tits.
“Hey, my friends left me. Do you think you could give me a ride home?” She asked, running her fingers through her hair and playing the part of the innocent young maiden.
It was a lie but he didn’t know that. Alyson’s friends were still in the party, but Alyson had already scored her victories and was bored.
The guy looked at her from the driver’s seat. He wasn’t bad looking, with scruffy dark hair and a handsome face. Alyson shifted, making it look natural but allowing her breasts to sway gently.
“Sure,” he said, unlocking the door.
“Thank you!” Alyson beamed, jumping in. “I’m Alyson, by the way.”
“Peter.”
His hand was warm and firm. Now that she was closer she could see that he looked familiar. “Aren’t you in my Chemistry lab?”
“Yeah.”
“Thought so. I never forget a pretty face.”
He grinned, and even in the faint lights from the dashboard she knew he was blushing. Fuck, men were so easy.
When Peter pulled up to Alyson’s house she said a quick “Thanks” and “Goodnight” before hopping out the door and heading inside without looking back. She quietly unlocked the door and slowly turned the handle before silently slipping inside. She needn’t have bothered, because her mom was still awake and waiting for her.
Paula stood in the living room, her arms crossed beneath her ample breasts. “Where the hell have you been? It’s a school night!” Paula hissed
“Jesus, mom, I’m 21, I’m not a kid anymore, I can do what I want.”
“You still act like a kid so I’m going to treat you like one.”
Alyson shot her mom a look of disgust. Her eyes flickered across her mom’s once impressive figure, now fattened and soft with age. Paula’s wide hips and chubby breasts were covered by the shabby old t-shirt and striped cotton pants she always wore to bed. Alyson shuddered inwardly. When, exactly did her mom give up on her appearance?
“God, mom, just because you don’t have a life doesn’t mean nobody does.” Alyson said, as she sidestepped her mom and headed towards her own room.
Paula could only watch her go in frustration. “You know, I pray every day that you’ll improve your life instead of throwing it away.”
“And I pray that you’ll stop nagging me all the time.” Paula said over her shoulder, before disappearing into her room.
Alyson dreamed she was floating in a void, weightless and formless while a booming, echoey voice spoke to her. Though she had no ears, no body at all, she could hear the voice as if it were right next to her.
“You have been selfish and so you shall be taught a lesson. You must learn what it is like to be someone else and to watch what you love disappear.”
“What do you mean?” Alyson asked, even though she had no mouth.
“You will see.” The voice replied. “This lesson will last one week.”
And then, very quickly in a softer tone the voice reeled off a list of conditions like the disclaimer after a drug commercial. Alyson could only catch a few bits here and there: “…your mileage may vary…” and “…side effects include increased empathy…” and “…pregnancy will cancel the contract…”. The voice ended louder: “If you agree to those terms just say what.”
“What?” Alyson asked, thoroughly confused.
“It is done.” The voice boomed.
Alyson woke slowly on that first fateful Sunday and cracked open her eyes. In the dimness of the room she could see a strange man sleeping next to her in the bed! She jerked slightly and opened her mouth to cry out before recognizing the man. It was her dad. What was he doing in her bed? Looking around, she noticed she was in her parents’ bedroom.
Alyson quietly pushed herself out of bed. Her body felt all wrong, heavier and wobblier. Looking down at herself she found she was wearing her mom’s shabby sleep t-shirt. Even in the darkness of the bedroom she could see her figure had changed. Heavy breasts tented out the front. Alyson made her way out of the bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall. She quietly shut the door and flicked on the light before looking in the mirror. There, staring back at her, was her mom.
Alyson’s mouth dropped open and her mom’s reflection mirrored her. Alyson pinched her fat cheeks, pushed and prodded at her jowls, manipulating her mom’s image, hoping it was a dream. But her image repeated her movements, and she could feel every inch of her changed features, every wrinkled line etched into her mom’s nearly fifty year old face. Alyson yanked open her shirt and gaped down at her mom’s heavy pancake breasts hanging off her chest and sagging over the top of her stomach. Each breast was lined lightly with stretch marks and hung against her soft belly. Her perfect youthful figure was gone, replaced with her mom’s middle aged body.
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