Hi everyone, I’m excited to announce my first short story The Swapping Stone is available at Smashwords for just $2.99! Some of you may have read it on fictionmania when it was called “Mrs. Bresner” but I’ve massively edited it and added a bunch of hot, sexy scenes.

M2F! F2M! Hot sex and masturbation! Teens! MILFs!

If you like my work and want to see more of it please support me (and enjoy yourself!) by purchasing The Swapping Stone.

I can’t put pics in the ebook but as a special bonus-y preview-y type thing I’m including the first chapter here with the pics I would have chosen. Enjoy!

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Mason

I sit alone on the couch drinking a generic soda and watching terrible daytime TV while James and Lauren make out in her room upstairs. I don’t know why I keep coming over here with him, it always ends the same. I sit down here while they go upstairs to ‘study’. James doesn’t actually use quote fingers when he says the word ‘study’ but he may as well.

I really shouldn’t have expected anything else but sometimes when you’re 18 and lonely you’re willing to go anywhere that involves girls. Especially if you really like one even if she does happen to be dating your friend. And especially especially if your friend knew you liked her before they even started dating and…well, what do you do?

I drink some soda and watch TV as I absent-mindedly flip the strange red gemstone I found out in the street yesterday around my fingers. It looks like a toy ruby, oversized and too perfect, but it has a hefty weight and an odd warmth that seems to come from inside.

Sometime between decent cartoons and reruns of terrible shows I hear the front door open. A woman’s heels click down the hall towards me, which means it’s probably Lauren’s mom, Mrs. Bresner.

I sit up a little straighter and try to project an image of cool maturity, as if that will ever get me closer to first base with her anywhere other than in my fantasies. She’s probably somewhere in her late thirties but the only sign of that is a slight plumpness of figure and some small wrinkles around the eyes. Just looking at her you’d never know she has an 18 year old daughter. The years have rounded her beauty slightly but given her a pleasingly full figure, appealing for its authenticity. Her wide almond-shaped green eyes hold a hint of mischief and her small, ski-sloped nose is perfectly adorable.

Today she has her dark-blonde hair pinned up with just a few strands arcing down over her left eye. She absent-mindedly strokes the strands back behind her ear while she looks down at the mail and sucks on her lip, lost in thought. From below her skirt I see her legs, beautiful and taught from her morning jogs. And from under her jacket I can see a mere peek of her rounded breasts, large and perfect, pressing against what I imagine to be the world’s luckiest bra and—oh crap she’s looking at me. I quickly look away, then look back just to show that I hadn’t been leering, then look down just in case she had caught me.

“Hi Mason,” she says.

“Uh, hi Mrs. Bresner.” I say as I shift in my seat, trying to make up in coolness what I lack in subtlety. The effect is ruined only by my nervous hoarseness and my drink, which slips from my hand and falls to the floor.

I jump out of my seat to try to catch it but only manage to lose hold of the stone and it skitters across the wood floor as the soda pours onto the hardwood floor.

“Sorry, about that.” I mumble, flush with discomfit.

“I’ll get some paper towels.” She says as she quickly click-clacks to the kitchen. She returns with a full roll and we both kneel on the floor to sop up my embarrassment.

I try to start some conversation. “I guess it’s good that it’s wood.” Rhyming, awesome. I decide to just shut up.

“That’s all right. It’s not the first time something’s been spilled on this floor.” I glance up at her as she wipes the floor and end up staring straight down her top as her breasts sway back and forth hypnotically. I quickly look back down.

“Ha, yeah.” I chuckle, nervously, as we wipe up the last of the spill.

“What’s this?” she asks, picking the red gem off the floor.

“Oh, that’s just a rock. Some cool looking rock I found.” I hold out my hand for it. She puts the rock in my hand and in the brief moment we’re both holding it there is a blinding red flash of light as the world shifts and suddenly I’m looking at myself.

I don’t mean metaphorically looking at myself, I mean I am literally looking at my body from the outside. A wave of vertigo makes me lose my balance and I just manage to put out my arms before I hit the ground. But they aren’t my arms. They’re skinnier, less hairy and my hands are a woman’s hands, the shiny nail polish, longer nails and the delicate fingers a dead giveaway.

“What ha-?” My voice stops me cold because it’s not my voice. It’s Mrs. Bresner’s. Suddenly I’m aware of the breasts hanging beneath my top directly below my line of sight. The same breasts I had been ogling only seconds before were now mine.

I look up at, well, me. Or my body, anyway. It looks just as shocked as I feel. My former body’s mouth opens and closes slowly, but no words come out.

“Mrs. Bresner?” I ask.

My body nods.

I look down at my hands, Mrs. Bresner’s hands, open and close them experimentally, examine their smooth and utter female-ness. My gaze is drawn down to my breasts and I become fully aware of their weight hanging off my chest. They’re snugly nestled within a frilly-looking bra that just peaks out from under my top. I gasp, feminine and airy. Somehow I’ve swapped bodies with Mrs. Bresner! I force myself to look away and back up at my former body.

“Holy crap.” I say as the full realisation hits me. Hearing Mrs. Bresner’s voice coming from my own throat further underscores the point.

“What happened?” Mrs Bresner asks from within my body. “I mean I know what but…how?” I’m reminded of hearing a recording of my own voice and I shake the thought off. Strands of blonde hair flip down in front of my eyes and I push them back behind my ear, Mrs. Bresner’s ear.

“Maybe the stone?” I say.

My former body looks around, finds the stone and holds it up. The glow is gone and it’s now a dull red.

“Here, grab it again.”

I touch it, expecting to be thrown back, but there is only an almost imperceptible flash of red, like the bulb of a dying flashlight.

“Why didn’t it work?” The former me asks.

I have a hunch. “Let me see.” I take a close look at the stone while trying to ignore everything that’s off about my body from the look of my hands to the little nose at the corner of my vision to the breasts. Again, breasts, I keep coming back to them. They are definitely the weirdest change I’ve noticed. So far.

I turn the stone around in my hands, it’s dark and cold, but deep inside I think I see an almost imperceptible glimmer of light.

“Maybe it’s-” I begin. It’s odd hearing Mrs. Bresner’s voice from inside her body, slightly different to how it sounds from the outside. “Maybe it’s out of batteries or something. It used to be warm and almost glowing but now it’s dark.”

“It’s a– like a–” my body splutters, then closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Ok. How do we recharge it?”

“Um, I don’t know. We wait? I guess?”

Mrs. Bresnan stands unsteadily. “Wait? Like this? And just pretend to be each other? Until when?”

“I don’t know, I just found this thing! I don’t know how it works! Maybe we’re stuck like this until we learn an important lesson or something.” An edge of hysteria creeps into my voice. I try to stand but I’m thrown off by the high heels on my new body and fall back onto my new, more padded butt. I haul Mrs. Bresner’s body up onto the couch and sit back. I try to take my heels off by placing one foot over my knee but my skirt slides up. I catch a flash of something pink and lacy as I quickly put my foot back down and try to adjust my skirt by pulling the end and leaning back into the couch while wriggling my butt back and forth. I look up to see my former body stifling a laugh.

“What?” I scowl, “I’ve never worn a skirt and heels before.”

“Ok. I’ll do it.” He kneels down and unstraps my heels. “Look, this is weird for both of us, I know. But I don’t think there’s anything else we can do except let this thing charge back up.”

“That was just a guess.”

“Well, it’s a good a guess as any. It’s not like there’s a hundred stories just like this on the internet.” He slips my heels off and caresses my leg experimentally. “Weird seeing your body from another angle.” he murmurs.

I pull my leg back. I know the body I’m in belongs to her and she’s seen it a million times and yet there was something in that caress…

I change the subject. “You’re taking this rather well.”

“I don’t have much of a choice now, do I? I guess I could scream and panic, God knows I want to, but where would that get us? The best thing to do is just stay calm.” He stands and hands me the heels.

“So…we just, what? Pretend to be each other?”

He shrugs. “Yes.” He sucks on his lip in thought. Her mannerisms aren’t as attractive in my body, though. I look down at my skirt and smooth it out, then let my hand run past the end and over my knees. I run my fingers experimentally across the graceful smoothness of Mrs. Bresner’s legs, something only moments ago I would have never thought possible. It suddenly dawns on me that with my legs apart like this Mrs. Bresner can see straight up my skirt. I clamp them together, then realize just how stupid that is and relax. Surely, Mrs. Bresner has seen what’s under her own skirt.

“Obviously you can’t go to my work tomorrow.” My former body puts his hand up to his chin and recoils slightly, as if startled. He paces unsteadily, as if trying out his balance, as he rubs his cheeks. “Stubble is weird. Ok, so, we’ll both play sick, I’ll keep an eye on the stone and we’ll trade back as soon as it’s glowing again.”

“What if it takes longer than a day? What if it never recharges?”

Before he can answer the bedroom door upstairs opens.

“Put your legs together.” He manages to get out before James and Lauren come down.

I clamp my legs together. Again. Fucking skirts.

“Hey, Mrs. Bresner,” James says, looking at me.

“Hi, James” “Hey man—James” My former body and I say at the same time. We glance at each other as James and Lauren give us quizzical looks.

“How are you?” I manage.

“Good. We were just going to catch a movie tonight.” He says.

“Is that ok, mom?” Lauren turns to me.

There is a pause just slightly too long before I remember I am her mom now.

“Yes. Sure. Good idea.”

“I don’t know-“ Mrs. Bresner in my body begins but is cut off by James.

“Come on, dude, let’s go!” James says.

My former body looks at me for help. I shrug. “Have fun, I guess.”

James and Lauren practically pull Mrs. Bresner out of the house. I hear laughter as the door shuts and silence descends. I sit for a moment and try to take everything in. I force myself to stay calm and breathe deeply in and out but this only makes the rise and fall of my breasts more noticeable under this top that suddenly seems too tight and this skirt that I can’t get to stay down. I have to change into something more comfortable.

I stand up and teeter to the stairs, not quite sure of my new body’s balance. Leaning on the railing I make my way upstairs and eventually into what seems like Mrs. Bresner’s bedroom.

I close the door and take a deep breath. Holy shit, weird doesn’t even begin to describe it. Weird is running into your teacher at a video game store, switching bodies with your crush’s mom is fucking crazy. And yet…I hold up my hand, or rather I hold up Mrs. Bresner’s hand. My fingernails are glossy and well trimmed, my new hands thin and feminine. A mirror. I need a mirror. I see the bathroom and head towards it with a little more grace than I had showed when I climbed the stairs. Not a great accomplishment, admittedly, but it’s a start.

I flick on the bathroom light and get the first close up look of my new body. Mrs. Bresner stares back at me from the mirror, her mouth slightly open in surprise. I close my mouth and watch my mirror image do the same. I lean over the sink and take a good close look at Mrs. Bresner’s rounded oval face, her perfect arched eyebrows and her full lips. She’s every bit as adorable as she seemed from far away. Maybe even more so.

I look out from behind her green eyes and run Mrs. Bresner’s hands over my face: down her cutely upturned nose, my nose now, over the small freckles then down to my new lips and across my cheeks. My skin is so incredibly smooth. Even my tongue feels different as I run it over my new teeth and watch the mirror image of this beautiful blonde do the same thing. Something about the absurdity of the situation hits me and I giggle, higher pitched than I’m used to, and my nose wrinkles adorably.

“Hello. Testing. One, two.” I say in Mrs. Bresner’s voice. “This is so weird” I say out loud, just to hear myself again. It feels odd, hearing someone else’s voice come from my lips. I guess technically it’s someone else’s voice coming from someone else’s lips. But there’s something alluring about it. And speaking of alluring…my gaze travels down the mirror towards Mrs. Bresner’s breasts. I’m still bending over and my breasts are on full display in the mirror. Am I ready for this? I always wished I could touch them, just not like this.

I slowly trace the line of my bra from my shoulder down to my new breasts, then gently cup both of them in my hands; they’re heavy and fill my hands completely. I examine them from my new perspective. A small stretch mark here and there dapple the otherwise smooth skin, but they don’t detract from her beauty. Rather, they create an aura of authenticity. These are natural. I give a gentle squeeze. It feels wonderful, but the pleasure comes from my getting to squeeze these breasts that have always been out of reach rather than any pleasure from my borrowed body. I bend my head down and pull one of my new tits up to lick it as I watch my mirror image do the same. I smile, and watch Mrs. Bresner’s cute face light up. A comfortable warmth emanates from between my legs. I may look like a woman but I definitely think like a man.

I unbutton my top and let it drop to the floor. I pull my undershirt off over my head and watch Mrs. Bresner’s reflection as I make her hands fondle her tits in the mirror. Little surges of pleasure run down my spine and I shiver slightly. The warmth between my legs grows. My legs! Holy shit, Mrs. Bresner has amazing legs and an ass to match. They’re mine now and I’m seized with a greedy urge to check them out. I fumble with the skirt before finally managing to unzip it and let it drop to the ground, revealing my pink panties. They’re semi-translucent and I can just make out the trimmed hair surrounding my hidden womanhood.

My new legs, Mrs. Bresner’s legs, have a vulnerable fullness with a hint of muscle beneath. I run my hand down them; they’re deliciously smooth and warm.

I turn my head to get a good look at Mrs. Bresner’s cute ass, which gently bubbles out behind me. I shake her butt back and forth, mesmerised by the jiggle and the feeling of fullness. I run my hand down it and give a squeeze. Oh, that feels nice. I squeeze again as the warmth between my legs spreads and intensifies. I watch Mrs. Bresner’s body in the mirror as I lean over the sink and arch her back to stick her ass out and wiggle it slowly, taunting myself with my new body. Goddamn, Mrs. Bresner has an even better ass than I thought. I give it a smack.

“Ohh.” A throaty moan escapes my lips as my full ass wobbles a bit. That smack felt quite nice. From that and my feminine moan the heat from between my thighs take on a slight urgency. Watching Mrs. Bresner’s body getting turned on is turning me on causing each small pulse of pleasure to multiply itself.

I smack my ass again, harder this time.

WAP.

“Oooh” A wave of pleasure rolls through my body. I bite my lip and the sight of Mrs. Bresner’s body in the mirror biting her lip in that subtley sexy way brings on another surge of warmth and a pleasurable tension. I quickly stand up and fumble with my bra. How the fuck do women do this backwards? I swing it around, unhook it from the front and drop it onto the floor as my abundant breasts bounce free. I slide off my panties and admire Mrs. Bresner’s naked body in the mirror.

“Hey,” I breathe to the mirror in my sultry new voice, “You wanna fuck me?” It’s amazing watching myself controlling Mrs. Bresner’s body. Making her body do and say things I’ve only imagined. “I want you inside me.” I say, Mrs. Bresner’s raw sexuality oozing from every word.

I slide my hand down to my vagina and gently press my fingers between the lips of my pussy for the first time. I tentatively slip a finger inside myself, exploring my warm moistness, gently rubbing this way and that.

It feels good but not great. I’m missing something. I experiment, rolling my fingers around, back and forth, lower and higher until— I shiver fantastically and close my eyes. Yes, that’s the spot, that little nub. I rub my new-found clit back and forth with two fingers, harder, and reach up with my other hand to squeeze one of my nipples.

“Oh, god,” I purr in Mrs. Bresner’s sexy voice, savouring my mounting pleasure, my pussy becoming wetter at my touch. “Oh, yes, yes.” My body loosens up and I slip some fingers deeper inside myself. I moan as I slide my fingers in and out of my rapidly dripping pussy. I oscillate between rubbing my clit and sliding my fingers inside myself, growing wetter, hornier with each second. I feel a need for something more and I realize in Mrs. Bresner’s body I need to be penetrated. I need it badly.

I quickly move to the bedroom, my tits swaying with each step and roughly pull open the nightstand drawer that I somehow know holds her favorite little pink vibrator. I grab it and fall back onto the bed, with my knees in the air, rubbing my clit as an amazing tension mounts. With my other hand I fumble to turn the vibrator on. The steady buzzing begins and I slide the vibrator back and forth gently over my clit, letting the vibrations drive my ecstasy. I tease myself with the vibrator, slipping the tip into my pussy as I continue rubbing my clit and my juices drip through my fingers. When I feel about to burst I thrust the vibrator in deep. I instinctively push my ass up off the bed, trying to go as deep as possible. I stare down the bed at my sexy female form, past the breasts and the little stomach to watch myself play in my borrowed body. I’m getting turned on as much by watching my new pussy get penetrated as I am by the actual penetration. I thrust the dildo in and out, over and over, as my pussy juices drip down my thighs and an incredible tension flows through my whole body. I am my own fantasy, penetrating myself inside my fantasy body.

“Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhh.” I moan in Mrs. Bresner’s voice as my knees buckle and the wonderful tension forces my legs taut against the sheets, each thrust into my glorious pleasure strains me further until “Oh God! Oh God! Oh!” my body releases, the pleasure crests and breaks over me, again and again while I thrust the rod into my aching pussy trying to fill myself, pushing my body onwards as each surge sends me higher than the last until I reach the peak and scream out my guttural fulfillment.

I ride the diminishing wave of pleasure down slowly, pushing the vibrator gently in and out of my pussy as I massage my tits, made larger by the pull of gravity while I lie on my back. I look down my new body all the way to my pussy, watching as I make Mrs. Bresner’s body continue masturbating from my new perspective. But unlike when I cum as a guy, there is a sense that I’m not done. There’s still a yearning in my pussy, like the first orgasm was just an appetizer and I want more.

Then Mrs. Bresner’s husband walks into the room.

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There’s lots more after that. Here’s a pictorial preview of some other scenes:

 

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