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Out of Body

By: Crazzytrucker



Some may think this is crazy, but others know it's not. But Out of Body does happen. And with practice you can go anywhere you want to go and do. I have been doing it for about 4 and half years. And have learned that I can actually touch and feel other persons. This is where my story starts. I had a friend named Donald and his wife Val, they were the ones that taught me how do this. Val was a little kinky and would come to me at night and play tricks on me. Touching me, as I would try and sleep, especially when she found out I slept in the nude. At first I thought that I was going crazy. It felt as if someone was playing with my cock and balls. Then one day Don and Val were over and had a friend, DD with them. We had been drinking and Val had more then she could handle and started talking about going swimming in my private pool. DD said that she had not brought her suit, which Val in turn said that we could all go skinny-dipping. DD said that I looked a bit embarrassed, and Val turned to me and said that I had nothing to be embarrassed about, as she loved playing with my cock. 

Both Don and I looked at her and I asked her when had she seen or played with my cock? She stopped and said that it had been last Friday night. Don and I knew that I had been away last Friday night and did not get back until late Sunday night. DD said she had to go home but would love to go skinny-dipping some other day. So we all got into my car and took DD home. On the way home (Don and Val live next door to me) I asked Val what she had meant when she said she had played with my cock? She said that she had left her body (OBE) to my hotel room and had played with it and had been doing it for about three weeks now. I ask her what was OBE, and she told me that her and Don knew how to leave their bodies and do and go places that they wanted to go. She also told me that she would like to teach me how to do it. That was four and a half years ago. Now I do the same as Don and Val. 

*

Last week three young ladies moved in to the house behind me. The oldest one's name was Shelly and she was 40 years old. She had red hair. The other two girls were Deb and she was 29 and a half and blonde, and Ally was 28 with red hair like her friend Shelly. 

One day as I was on my roof putting up a new Satellite Dish, I saw the three ladies sunbathing in the back yard. Seeing their nice tanned bodies laying there with little or nothing on, I almost fell off my roof. 

That night as I lay in my bed thinking about three ladies that just moved in. As I thought of them I thought I would try out what Don and Val had taught me. I started by doing the steps that they had shown me. And a newfound freedom opened up to me as I felt my body getting lighter and lighter and soon I was floating above my own body looking down at it. So then I started on my way over to the house behind mine. The first room I went to was Shelly's bedroom and she had just went into her bathroom as she was undressing to take her shower. I watched her take off her t-shirt and then her blue jeans, standing there looking at herself in the mirror. Then she unhooked her bra and then her nice full breasts came into view. Then she started to remove her panties and I could see that she had a nice trimmed Red Gold patch. I got a nice view as she bent over to remove them off her lovely ass. I watched as she soaped and washed h her body and towel off and then went to bed in the nude. 

The next room was Deb's; she was laying in her bed nude as well a d reading a book for her college classes. So I went on to find Ally's room. AS I went into her room I heard some soft moans and a vibrator going on. She was lying with her legs wide apart and was rubbing her clit with her dildo with one hand and rubbing her nipples with the other hand. She was talking to herself as if someone was there helping her. Telling them to rub faster and hard on her tits and to move the cock in her pussy faster and harder. At first I was spellbound then I tired to rub her breast, she stopped and opened her eyes to see if someone had come in on her and was rubbing her tits. I kept rubbing them and soon she was back in her dreams. As she began to talk about her dream lover I did all that she was telling him to do. I began to rub her clit and then I would put 2 fingers into her pussy. Getting braver I moved over her and slowly began making her feel my hard cock rub her pussy. She began to hump up into the air as if to get it deep into her. Her eyes where opened looking into her mirror. I looked to see what she was looking at and saw the vibrator as she was humping the air and called out to put the cock deeper into her. 

As I made her feel my cock go into her, she began to hump hard and faster until I felt her body go ridged as the orgasm hit her and it rolled over her consuming her totally. I watched as she rolled over and went off into a deep sleep. When I got back to my body I fell asleep and had the loveliest dreams I have ever had. This began a nightly trip to their home every night. I made love to all three of these lovely ladies. 

This is a New World to travel and a lot of nice young ladies out there for me to see and feel and make love too. So ladies some night as you are lying in bed and feel that someone is touching you and you don't see anyone it just might be me coming to give you some sweet loving.

Out of Body Experience



Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without the express consent of the author (me!).

Synopsis: Mary and Tara are college dorm mates. An inexplicable event leaves them in control of one another's bodies, but still feeling the sensations of their own.





Out of Body Experience



"This fits me even better than I thought it did," she hummed.

I was incredulous that she was still thinking about her fucking outfit. "Can we- can we not obsess over clothes right now?" I grumped.

"For a dream, you sure are whiney," she teased.

"A dream? This isn't a dream, Tara!"

"Whatever it is, you need to re-lax..." It was so bizarre hearing my voice talk with such unconcerned confidence. Even during all of this! I mean, everything was still sort of slow and floaty... but I knew at my core that this was fucked up. That it wasn't right.

"We need to get back to normal," I said defensively. We were facing each other now.

She placed her hands on my shoulders, and I felt a squeezing sensation in my hands. "Mary," she said flatly. Her arms suddenly rose up and her palms were on my cheeks, like she was holding my face still to look straight in my eyes. I could feel the hotness of Tara's face in my own hands...

I just stood there, compliant. "What?"

She gazed at me harshly, but her firm grip started to soften, and her thumbs began to run in little circles. "Your hands are really soft," her expression suddenly lightened. She slid her right hand up and into my hair, and her left down along my neck. Gently exploring.

"Tara, this is... don't you feel weird about this...?" I stammered.

She smiled—to herself! Her eyes weren't even focused on mine; she was just roaming over my body. Her body. "Definitely. I can feel exactly how I should be touched."





Out of Body Experience



"You can," I interrupted her. "But... But me too."

"How?"

"I don't give a shit!" I blurted out. "Use your fingers, do something!"

A flash in her eyes. Complete, totally astonishment. "O-okay."

And she brought a hand away from my hip, slid it underneath the waist of my pajamas, underneath my underwear, and found my twitching slit. As soon as she touched it, I felt the wetness against my fingers, and the pleasure shooting between my legs. I gasped out a sharp, "Yes!" and immediately released her hair.

It took no time for her to start again. I felt my tongue slide all the way up inside, as far as she could make it go. I rolled my head against the pillows. Her fingers found her clit, and I croaked an excited, "Fuck!" She twirled her fingertips in fast little circles. Much faster than I normally do it to myself. But there was nothing I could do to stop it. I squirmed on the bed, another hand masturbating me, pussy filling my mouth.

Oh my god, it felt so hot. I would have never thought... Never have imagined. I almost couldn't take it. "Tara," I gasped, not understanding that I had started moaning along with her. "Tara, slow- slow down a- ah!- a little..."

God. She didn't. I think she started pressing harder. My jaw started to feel tired; she was lapping at me with her whole tongue, every few seconds sucking against me. I can't even explain this. Jesus. It was building inside of me.

She was erratically rolling her hips against her hand. Her voice hummed inside of me. Muffled, uncontrolled. I couldn't help bucking against her face. Her fingers were- shit! I've never done it like that. She was actually going to make me- make me...

I felt my throat tighten. Her body began to convulse, and she screamed between my legs.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out. "Fuck-fuck-fuck...!"

My face contorted, my eyes straining wide, staring at the ceiling helplessly as my body was overwhelmed in climax. My nails were in the back of her neck, and I began to claw—feeling the pain behind myself. Whiteness around the edge of my vision, pouring in around me. Sounds slowing down, muting. Everything was so bright. I couldn't even hear myself cursing and crying in pleasure. It was the most fucked up, confusing, powerful orgasm of my life.

And then I blacked out.





Coaching to be Fucked



It had happened to me before. I had experienced a similar set of feelings. The feeling that my body did not belong to me and that I shared it with someone else. That it was like a third party, an inanimate object that my mind could leave and look back upon.

Yes, it had happened just after my eighteenth birthday now it was happening again, a quarter of a century later when I was in my early forties. 

Back then, it had resulted in three or four rigid fingers being buried deep inside me, now it was the stunningly hard cock of a young man. Then, I had been finger-fucked to a series of shattering orgasms, the like of which I had not previously experienced; now I was cock fucked to levels of climax that I had forgotten existed.

In my late teens I was a pretty good tennis player. Then, I had neat little B cup lumps on my chest, not the D and sometimes DD dumplings that hang out there now. They ruined my tennis. You try running with two big things like DD cup tits flopping all over the place; how the hell Serena does it I have no idea! Anyway, I almost, but not quite made Wimbledon. I did, though, make the county squad when I was eighteen and represented Essex Ladies in national tournaments; we didn't win it the years I played, but usually did make the quarter finals.

I was eighteen and in my gap year, between school and university so I played a lot. I also trained a lot and attended live in training camps at the national tennis centre at Bisham Abbey once a month or so.

We had four coaches. A tennis coach, a fitness coach, a sports psychologist and an agility coach. The tennis guy looked after your court work, the fitness your stamina and speed, the psychologist, the only female, worked on your mind and motivations and the agility one on your body.

At camp, it was intense from tennis and training aspects, but very relaxed in other ways. The coaches were often in the changing rooms and after a while, the dozen or so girls that were usually there, sort of forgot about them. So, it would be nothing for a couple of us to be naked after coming out of the showers and a few of us to be in our undies as we got dressed or undressed. The coaches didn't even seem to notice. But then, firstly, they had groups of girls there every week and presumably they got used to it and, secondly, all lady tennis are lesbians in any case aren't we? Actually that's not far from the truth, but I'd say more 50/50 than anything else!

Those weeks at camp were hard work. We either, trained or, played tennis for at least six hours every day and then had theory, techniques, tactics lessons and massage in the evenings. Even with the lesbians there wasn't much flitting from room to room at night, we were so tired!

It was during my third or fourth camp visit that my 'body experience' started happening. The coach and I started referring to my body in the third person, "it will become suppler" "if we do this to it, that will happen." It was as if we were referring to something that didn't belong to me, not my own bloody body.

It was the same when he demonstrated how certain muscles work. His hands would be on me, pushing and squeezing without any consideration of the man/woman aspects. He would massage me, focusing on my upper thighs, telling me to clench and relax them as his fingers were almost touching my pussy, which was covered by just a slither of cotton. I became aroused of course. It didn't seem to matter though. After all, it wasn't really me was it, just my body? 

After a few times like this the atmosphere between us became closer, but it wasn't just him and me. No there most certainly was three in this relationship; Steve, me and my body.

Looking back a few years later when I was living with Kevin and was very much in love with him, I often wondered whether Steve, the coach, was really nothing more than a sleazy perv who preyed on young tennis women, perhaps having a different one, like me, each week or even several each week. I hadn't then, and don't now, have any answers to those questions.

At the time, I was putting everything into tennis and my social and love lives just didn't exist. I hadn't had sex for ages, actually since my eiteenth birthday party when Dave and I bonked in my back garden and I was suffering from the inevitable frustration.

It was early summer when things really got going with and Steve, my body and me started our threesomes!

I, and the other girls in the group I trained and practiced with, had got to know him quite well and we had all become more and more relaxed in each other's company. He was always in and out of the dressing room, more and more frequently he saw us undressing, getting in and out of the showers or completely nude; we didn't mind, but looking back that was odd! We also were pretty relaxed about what we wore. Often playing in loose tops, short skirts or shorts or even in bikinis, I guess we showed off to him, the other coaches and, of course the lesses.

I was lying on my front. Steve was kneeling beside me. He was holding my legs just above my knees. I was wearing a short tennis skirt and a singlet, with a normal bra under it, not a sports bra that I we all always wore in tournaments. He was lifting my legs from the floor while pressing on the small of my back. The exercise was to stretch my thigh muscles and make me more flexible at the hips. As he lifted my legs a little, so my skirt slipped up. I was wearing panties, not a thong. I felt his hands pressing on my bum.

"Now I'm going to lift the legs and apply pressure against this," he said. "Make the gluts work hard." See, he used 'the' not 'your', again the third person.

It hurt, yet at the same time excited me. 

"We have to get more power from this," he said, adding as he squeezed my buttocks. "From your bum."

It just went on from there. It seemed that once he had touched one of my intimate places, the rest became fair game. 

I was on my back. His hands were on my waist, then my stomach, and then his fingers touched my pubis. It didn't seem to be wrong, not even when he pressed me there, not even when he slipped a finger further down and touched my lips through the panties. My body jerked

I grunted then groaned. For some reason, I mumbled. 

"Sorry Steve."

"Don't be, there's no need." He replied, not removing his finger.

I moaned again, it felt so lovely. He pressed harder, I opened my legs, he slid his finger between them. My eyes were tightly closed, my mouth was open.

"You have to look after your body, Mandy, in every way," he said.

"How? What do you mean?" I asked rather ridiculously.

"You are so tense, so taught," he went on running his fingers along my lips.

"Am I?" I groaned back, now not even trying to hide my excitement.

"Yes, you aren't looking after its every need are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're neglecting some of its needs, aren't you?" He said, one of his hands cupping 

my breast and pinching my already hard nipple.

I got what he meant.

"Yes, yes Steve I am." I managed to blurt out, just before he slid his hand inside my knickers and found my wetness.

It was absolutely fucking amazing and I started to cum immediately.

"That's good, that's what it needs Mandy."

My head was rolling from side to side and I was gasping for breath as I felt his fingers slip inside me. 

"See isn't that good, doesn't it like that?" He asked

"Oh yes," I managed just before having an explosive orgasm.

Each day after that he made me cum. We never actually fucked and I never actually touched his bare dick. I did rub his hardness through his shorts and sometimes ran my hands over his chest but he didn't undress or seem to want anything back from me.

No, all he wanted to do was to use 'our' body, to help it, relieve it and take the tension away from it. And the way that Steve did that was to shove three fingers right up my cunt, often twice a day, and hand fuck me to shattering orgasms.

Chapter 2

When you have big tits, doing things like going on a running machine in a gym can be embarrassing. Equally, visiting a pool, a spa, jacuzzi, sauna or steam room can be unsettling. The leers, stares and ogling become tiresome.

I had been going to a gym in Docklands for several years. Just before Christmas last year, I had thought "Why go?" It only drives me mad. I resent the stares from the obvious pervs and get too steamed up about those from anyone that is even the slightest fanciable. But then why not? After all I am celibate and hadn't let anyone near me for months. But I never did anything about those I fancied or accepted the occasional invitations for coffee or a drink. Instead, I became increasingly resentful of being stared at. Stared at when: I laid on a mat stretching, my singlet pulled tightly across those big lumps on my chest; they leaped about as I cycled, rowed or ran on the various machines and in a swimsuit, one piece of course, as I swam or sat in the sauna or steam room. 

So I decided to leave. 

In the apartment we have a spare bedroom, or study, that Sara and I use as a junk room. During December, I cleared that out, gave it a quick paint job and had a handyman clad two walls in mirrors. We re-carpeted it, hung a forty two inch plasma on one wall and installed a portable A/C unit. I ordered a bike, a running machine, some weights and other gym stuff as Christmas presents to myself and Sara, she wasn't impressed. 

A few days later I watched enthralled as the delivery guys assembled the equipment. As part of the package for spending thousands on the machines the suppliers had 'kindly' thrown in a couple of medicine balls and one of those big gym balls. I was all set. So by New Years Day, my gym was set up and ready to go.

"You should have a personal trainer," a friend advised. "He'll explain what to do and he or she will measure your progress, "otherwise how will you know how you are getting on?"

"Mmmm true," I responded, realising the truth in what she said and recognising the potential difficulties of pushing myself by myself.

"And on top of that," she said, sipping her wine, crossing her legs giving a flash right up to her panties and smiling. "He'll probably be young and handsome, with a body to die for and he'll fuck you rigid whenever you want it."

"Yeah" I smiled, joining in the light banter between the girls I was with at the golf club. "Chance would be a fine thing."

Despite that, I realised when I got home that it might be a good idea. Not being fucked rigid, although, at times, that had such appeal nowadays that I had to attend to myself on an almost daily basis. It was having someone to keep a check on me: I am such a lazy bitch at times.

I spoke to the gym I had been using and they said they would e-mail me some names, suggesting that I call them and have a chat. 

"They are all freelance trainers and don't work for the gym," the receptionist explained, adding. "Do you have a preference for male or female?"

I said I didn't and they said they would send two of each.

"Hmmm, quite a problem," I thought looking at the email that came through almost immediately. It had four names. Luke and Harry, Sally and Mo. With brief details of their experience.

I wasn't sure whether to go for the safe option of a girl or, the slightly more appealing one, of a guy. On balance I thought male. 

I called Harry first and got no reply so I left a message for him to call me. To this day I haven't had a call back. I also left a message for Luke who returned my morning call that evening.

He was very attentive and we arranged a meeting at my apartment the next morning. 

He explained that he was training in a particular aspect of fitness called Corrective Holistic Exercise Kinesiologist, CHEK. He told me that this was a holistic approach, based more around stretching than strong CV stuff although, he did of course use running and cycling machines, nodding at my new kit.

"What are you trying to achieve?" He asked.

"How do you mean?" I replied looking at the impossibly young looking PT.

"Well, do you want to run a marathon, just be generally fitter, be more supple, improve your stamina, be stronger or what?"

"Oh I see what you mean," I replied, quite conscious that his eyes were roving over my body as he asked those questions and then added.

"Or lose weight as most of my clients do."

I smiled.

"Why, do you think I need to?"

Diplomatically he replied. "We all do a little."

His use of suppleness took me back to the tennis camps and made me realise that was probably what I needed more than anything to improve my golf swing. I explained that and he told me that he had been golf pro at a driving range and that he specialised in fitness as it applied to golf.

"I'm actually a qualified, by CHEK, golf biomechanic," he said flashing me a lovely smile.

We had a long chat about golf as I made him a cup of tea, now having made my choice of trainer.

"So how do we start?"

"Well the first step is I perform a thorough analysis of your posture, suppleness and muscle elasticity," he explained.

"When would we do that?"

"Are you appointing me?" He asked.

"Yes, yes I am," I replied, a little quickly.

"Great thanks, that's cool. We could do it now if you want. It takes about half an hour and I write you a detailed report about what I find and the exercises I propose."

We agreed the terms and that he would perform the 'examination' there and then.

"Should I change?" I asked, wondering if my sludgy coloured, elasticated waist-banded combat pants and long sleeved khaki tee shirt would be appropriate.

"No you're fine like that," he said, again running his gaze over my body. 

Was he focusing on my tits, I wondered? Or was I, since putting on weight over Christmas and becoming a DD as opposed to my normal D or even C cup, becoming paranoid about guys ogling me. After all that was the main reason I had built this bloody gym in my flat and had stopped going to the public gym and pool.

Luke went out to his car in the courtyard and came back with a brief case and two pairs of scales.

As a starter, he measured practically every aspect of me with a tape measure. Thankfully not my 'vital statistics', but my shoulder width, length of arms, hands, feet and legs, my waist and hips, and the girth of my thighs, calf muscles and arms. He had me stand against a wall, my head and heel touching it, made me do sit ups and press ups, touch my toes, lift my knees and loads of other movements. He then made me stand on the scales, one foot on each one.

"This determines your weight distribution," he explained, showing me that I placed almost 2 kilos more on my left side than on my right.

He explained the purposes of all the measurement and calculations were to establish a bench mark against which future progress could be measured, to work out where it needed more suppleness and the exercises we would need to get that.

As he spoke about my body in the third person my mind again went back almost a quarter of a century.

"We need to know as much about it as we can, so we can control it, not it you."

The first couple of sessions were fine. He got me into the swing of his way of doings things quickly and I kept my promise of doing the exercises he set me. We had agreed on two one hour sessions a week for four weeks, going down to one a week after that.

Luke was in his early twenties. He was quite tall, probably six two against my five feet seven, had short, blonde hair, against my long, chestnut mane and his physique was slim, angular and taught against my fullish, rounded and rather soft, well a bit flabby really, figure. 

Why the hell I was comparing him to me as I got ready for his fifth or six visit? I had no idea, but I was. And, I realised, he was on my mind more and more. Far more than he should be. Far more than it was healthy for a personal trainer to be. But we were getting on great. Not just working together on my body, but also laughing and joking as we developed our relationship. 

In the shower getting ready for my next session with him, some of the phrases stuck in my mind. "Working on my body." "Developing our relationship?" God what was I thinking? For fucks sake he's twenty three, he's nearer my daughter's age than mine, and he is young enough to be my son. 

Stop it, I insisted to myself, put that out of your mind, forget it, I stressed, nevertheless slipping into a pretty thong and a normal, not sports, bra under the tight singlet and hipster gym trousers. They were full length and tight round my bum and hips and left a fashionable strip of bare belly flesh between them and the hem of the singlet.

The 'relationship' between anyone and their coach has to be close and open and that was how mine and Luke's was shaping up. I was able to say things like. 

"My boobs get in the way of my golf swing." 

He felt comfortable enough to be able to explain. "Big boobs can be an advantage for they mean you have to hold you arms straight when you swing." Again, see, talking about them, my tits, as though they were separate from me.

And, of course, a coach or a personal trainer has to feel free with the material that he has been commissioned to work upon, which in this case is a body, my body.

At first he was tentative, when he would bend my leg, arrange me in a stretch position on the floor or draped over a ball. The first few sessions he held me loosely as though being afraid. But then I noticed, or my mind imagined, subtle changes. He became bolder and more assertive with his hands. He touched me more frequently, his hands went nearer to my more intimate places, we were developing our 'relationship!'

It was, I have to admit, driving me fucking crazy. Not so much at the time, not when we were together in 'my gym', not when I was in my gym gear and he was wearing his tight, white tee shirt and blue tracky trousers. No, at those times my concentration was on performing the exercises he ordained. It was after them, sometimes almost immediately he left, more often that night in my bed, when my imagination ran wild. When I thought of having his erection between my breasts; breasts that I was squelching together. 

What do I mean erection and breasts? At those times, if it was just after Luke had left, it might be on the mat in the gym or even on the secluded balcony outside, or if it was later, in my bed, it wasn't erection and the were not breasts. No, it was Luke's cock that was between those two big tits I was pressing together. It was his big, hard, hot cock that was between my soft, full, luscious titties, sliding up and down the surrogate cunt I was creating for him as my other hand found my wet, throbbing pussy. Yes it was his young, what I imagined would be, stunningly hard prick that was fucking my tits as I fucked myself.

It was with the backdrop of those thoughts that I was getting ready for him. Ready for my personal trainer, my young coach, my imaginary lover.

"Was that purposeful?" I had wondered as the back of his hand grazed the side of my boobs.

"Did he have to press so firmly on the base of my spine, just above my bum?"

"Had his hand gone just a tad further it would have touched my lips inside the thin trousers and little thong?"

"Was his shoulder pressing against my tits an accident?"

"Did I shove my boobs out more obviously? Was I thrusting my crotch at him?"

"Was the touch on my tummy or thigh more of a caress than a hold?"

These sorts of events and thoughts had been occurring more recently over the past two or three sessions. Was it me? Was it him? Was it both of us? Or was it just my sexually frustrated imagination? Surely he wouldn't risk it? Surely he could not take the chance? Surely if he tried it on and got it wrong he would be finished as a PT? But maybe they all try it on; maybe women like me welcome it, expect it or want it even? Who knows? And then again there is the age thing? I know many young guys 'just love older women.' But then had they seen sagging tits, tummies with a swell to them, bums that had fallen a bit and wrinkles round the eyes. Sure, older women may be conceptually more exciting to young guys due to their experience, but what about the feel of their skin, the extra flab or, not in my case fortunately, but with many my age, the cellulite. Not all twenty somethings want to get into forty somethings knickers, even if, as in my case, they are pretty, little, sexy thongs.




Out of Body Experiences



Part 1

You know the line, "I wouldn't fuck her with YOUR dick?" Well, I can actually pull that one off. Confused? Let me explain. I knew I was special at a young age. It appeared I could suggest things to people and they would do what I wanted. Sort of like in Star Wars when Obi Wan said, "These are not the droids you're looking for," I could say something and people would just go along with my suggestion. 

It started with my being able to get babysitters to let me do things(stay up late or have multiple desserts) even when my parents advised against them. No matter what I wanted, all I had to do was focus my attention on the sitter, concentrate on what I wanted, and I got my way. As the years went by I tested my "powers" on teachers to get them to let me turn assignments in late, clerks at mini-marts to get free stuff, and during various other situations. I was always able to get my way. One time I got caught cutting class in high school and was able to get the vice principal to not call my folks, or even give me detention. For good measure I even got him to give me ten bucks just to prove to myself I could do it!

I know it sounds like I could use my ability to get away with murder with my folks but it didn't seem to work on them. Well, to tell you the truth, I never actually tried it out on my dad. He was a workaholic. And when he wasn't working he was a golfaholic so he wasn't really around all that much. That was ok, though, because I was kind of a momma's boy anyway. Whenever I attempted to get my mom to let me do something I was fairly sure she wouldn't let me do, she didn't. I wasn't sure if she had the same ability I did, but I know my gift didn't work on her, that was certain. I guess since it hadn't worked on her, I just never tried with my dad because I assumed it wouldn't.  

It would also seem that the world would be my oyster if I could make people do things with just the power of my will but I had a conscience. I read lots of comic books as a kid and Spider-Man was my favorite. I always thought that line from Spider-Man was pretty cool. It goes, "With great power comes great responsibility." In the beginning I had to test my abilities to see what I could do, but after I was sure of what I could do, I didn't want to abuse the gift I had. But, believe me, it was hard not to use my powers to benefit my desires...especially when I hit puberty. Oh, sure I may have gotten a couple girls to show me their tits, but I didn't use my powers to screw any of them.

I had always been successful in getting people to do little things I wanted, but the summer after I graduated from high school something happened that made me wonder what the full extent of my abilities were. My folks invited some of the neighbors from our block over for a bar-b-q. Most of the couples were around my parents' age but our next door neighbors, Brandon and Jessica, who had moved in the summer before, were younger than the rest of the couples by at least ten years. I would guess they were around thirty. 

Shortly after they moved in I would regularly see Jessica sunbathing in her backyard through the spaces between the boards in our fence. She was a blonde with a tight body, perfect breasts(not too small, not too big), a great ass, and a face that reminded me a little of Elisha Cuthbert. They didn't have a pool, but that didn't stop Jessica from laying out on the grass in a lounge chair to work on her tan. She always had some skimpy bikini on, and I had hoped someday I'd catch her getting some sun in the nude, but no such luck. That was ok, though, it left little to the imagination and let me tell you, my imagination did the rest. 

Some of the guests at the bar-b-q, including Jessica, swam in our pool. She was wearing a bright yellow bikini that accentuated her nice tan. The rest of the evening, when not swimming, she had a wrap around her waist so she wasn't walking around in only a bikini. As it was, every husband stole peeks at her hot body every chance they got and their wives were visibly annoyed that this hot young girl was parading around in front of their spouses in her skimpy bikini. Every once in a while a breeze came and her nipples would stiffen. I'm sure all the men, and women, noticed. I sure did. 

As the party wound down, and most of the guests had headed home, I went and got ready for bed. As I lay in bed with visions of Jessica's hot body dancing in my head I could feel my erection grow in the gym shorts I had worn to bed. I pushed down the front of the elastic waistband, wrapped my fingers around my growing member, and began to slowly stroke it. I closed my eyes and pictured what was likely happening in the master bedroom next door. I had housesat for Brandon and Jessica when they had gone away at Christmastime so I knew what the inside of their house looked like. 

I imagined Brandon was on top of Jessica in their king-sized bed, with her legs spread apart, shoving his dick inside her as she moaned. I could see it all so clearly in my mind's eye. As I worked my cock I imagined it was me who was fucking Jessica, not Brandon, and I tightened my grip to simulate what I'm sure her tight little box must feel like. I was intensely focused on the visual in my head. In my mind it was like I was actually there. And when I opened my eyes I found I was not in my bedroom anymore. I looked around and saw that I was lying on Brandon and Jessica's bed! 

Needless to say I was freaking out! How the hell did I get there? All the lights in the room were off but I could see quite well because moonlight was shining through the windows. Also, there was no door leading to the master bathroom from their bedroom and the bathroom light was on. I could hear the shower running and assumed Jessica was in it. I was in a daze, still trying to figure out what the hell was happening. One minute I'm jacking off in MY bed, imagining I'm in THEIR bed, and the next I'm actually lying in their bed! This was beyond strange. 

I looked down and saw that I was wearing boxer shorts...and I NEVER wear boxer shorts. I don't even own a pair. I pushed back the sheet, got out of bed, and tiptoed toward the bathroom. I stopped at the edge of the doorway and peeked inside. Yup, I was right. There was Jessica...taking a shower. And I had a front row seat to it. I could see her in all her naked, lathered-up, wonderfully tan lined glory through the clear glass door of the shower. All of the fantasizing I had done didn't do justice to just how hot she looked naked. Again I could feel my erection grow...only this time, it wasn't my erection. I looked down and it wasn't my dick poking through the opening in the boxer shorts, it was someone else's.

I looked inside the bathroom, to the right at the bathroom mirror, and then I realized what had happened. Instead of seeing myself standing in the bathroom doorway, shirtless, with my boner sticking out of my boxers I saw BRANDON standing in the bathroom doorway, shirtless, with HIS boner sticking out! Holy shit, I had somehow taken over his body!! I stared at myself, or should I say Brandon, in the mirror for a few moments until the sound of Jessica in the shower woke me from my daze. My eyes moved back to her and I watched as she lathered herself up with a nylon net sponge like my mom had, moving it up and down her arms, over her breasts, and down her stomach. I reached down and began to stroke my hard-on as I silently watched Jessica move the sponge down over her little landing strip of neatly-trimmed pubic hair, between her legs, and back around to her butt. 

Looking back on it all I remember feeling like a peeping Tom, and I was scared to death that she would catch me looking at her in the shower. But in actuality I had every right to be there because I WAS Brandon. That was MY house, and I was watching MY wife take a shower. As I stood there my mind was all over the place. My head was swimming as I tried to process it all. I was standing in my neighbor's bedroom, watching my hot neighbor naked in the shower, stroking my...or rather BRANDON'S hard dick...but it was really MY dick. I mean, it felt like I was stroking myself down there, but not to my hand, because it wasn't the same dick I'd been jerking off since I hit puberty, it was some other guy's. He was fairly well-equipped, about the same length as me, but his pole was a little thicker. 

As I pondered the strangeness of it all, I still couldn't tear my eyes away from the hottie that was before me. I stared intently at Jessica as she rinsed the conditioner from her hair and the soap from her body. Then, without warning, she turned the water off. I suppose if I hadn't been so busy trying to process everything that was going on I would have realized that Jessica was going to be done with her shower once she had rinsed off, but that thought never occurred to me. Panic set in and I had no idea what to do.

My first instinct was to race back to bed so that's what I did. I quickly got back in bed and pulled the sheet over me. As I lay there on my back with my heart racing I realized that my dick was still fully erect, sticking through the opening in my boxers, and creating a pup tent with the sheet. I reached down and tucked it back inside my boxers, moving the waistband down over the swollen head to keep it pinned to my body. 

I laid there silently, with my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, as I tried to figure out what to do next. I didn't know how the hell I had gotten there and I wasn't sure how I was going to get back to my own body. I could hear Jessica moving around and curiosity got the better of me. I opened my eyes slightly and watched her as she dried off. She was gorgeous. Her bare white breasts swayed and bounced as she moved, her solid tan lines making it look like she had a flesh-colored bikini on. My hard-on twitched periodically, straining against the waistband of my boxers as I watched Jessica dry and comb her hair. 

Just as Jessica was done combing her hair my erection broke free from the waistband and once again poked through the opening in my boxer shorts. The sheet rose as my cock pointed skyward and was VERY visible as Jessica stepped toward the bedroom and turned off the light. I closed my eyes and didn't move. As Jessica moved into the bedroom she spoke.

"Did you fall asleep already?" she asked, disappointed. She must have noticed my erection under the sheet because she said, "What have we here?" as she pulled the sheet back, exposing my lower half. "I guess I'll just have to figure out some way to wake you up," she said sexily as she moved next to me on the bed. 

Jessica wrapped her hand around my cock and gently stroked it as I continued to act like I was asleep. She moved her hand up and down my throbbing pole. On one stroke up she smeared the slippery pre-cum fluid that was oozing out of the tip of my cock around the swollen head, and then moved back down the shaft. I then felt her shift her body as she moved her head down to my crotch. Her wet hair hung down onto my skin as she moved her mouth down to my cock. She licked the head and ran her tongue around it, then placed it in her warm, wet mouth.   

OH MY GOD!!!! I couldn't believe my luck! Not only did I get to see my smoking hot neighbor naked, here she was going down on me! Jessica's wet hair dangled down onto me, lightly mopping my skin as she moved her mouth up and down on my cock, taking more and more of me as she went. It felt wonderful!!! None of the girls I had been with were anywhere near as talented as Jessica was. This woman really knew what she was doing! She pumped the shaft as she bobbed up and down and I figured it was about time to act like I was waking up.

I was afraid that if I tried to speak it would sound like me and not her husband, so I didn't want to say anything. All I did was stir a little and moan, "Mmmm..."

Jessica took me out of her mouth and said, "Hello there, sleepyhead," and she stroked my saliva-covered dick with her hand. 

I didn't say a word in response, I just moved my hand up to the back of her head and gently pulled it down toward my cock. Jessica took the hint and again began to suck it. I finally opened my eyes and I reached down to massage her gorgeous breast as she swallowed my rod. I played with her stiff nipple and thanked God that I was finally getting my hands on her tits. I had fantasized about it frequently and here I was feeling it with my hand...or at least Brandon's hand.

I became emboldened and moved my hand down between Jessica's legs. I ran my fingers between her lips, feeling the moisture grow, then slipped a finger inside. I moved my finger in and out of her and she let out a muffled moan as she continued to suck my cock. Jessica's pussy was soaking wet in no time. I began smearing her juices up and down her slit, and then started working her slick little nub. She began to squirm and would stop working on my rod so she could focus on what I was doing to her clit.

Jessica was REALLY enjoying it. At one point she continued to stroke my shaft but stopped sucking altogether so she could focus entirely on her own pleasure. I could tell each time she stopped bobbing up and down on my pole to enjoy my handiwork(pun intended) that it wouldn't be long before I got her off with my fingers. Soon her grip on me tightened and she cried out, "Right there...just like that....oooh, yeah...yeah...," and she climaxed.

When the powerful waves of her orgasm waned she hungrily swallowed my cock and tightened her grip as she stroked it. As much as I wanted to keep enjoying her ministrations, I knew I wouldn't last much longer...it just felt too good. Soon Jessica had me shooting my load in the back of her talented mouth. She swallowed every last drop as she pumped my shaft, emptying me completely.  

"Wow, babe, that was hot," she panted breathlessly as she moved up to snuggle. 

"Mmmhmmm," I replied, still not wanting to say anything.

"I am SO ready for sleep now," she said, and gave me a little kiss before putting her head on my shoulder, draping her leg over mine, and putting her hand on my chest as she settled in to sleep. I laid there silent. Amazed at what had just happened. I just got a blowjob from my hot neighbor and she didn't have to cheat on her husband in order for me to get it. Now, the only problem was, how the hell do I get back to my own body?

I laid there holding Jessica until she fell asleep, trying to think of what I should do. I figured if I had focused on Jessica and Brandon's bedroom, and it got me into Brandon's body, all I had to do was focus on being back in my own room and it would do the trick. I focused on the thought of lying on my own bed, as hard as I could, not letting any other thought into my mind. I think I nearly burst a blood vessel in my head tensing up, trying my hardest to focus on that picture in my head, but when I finally opened my eyes I was back in my own room, in my own bed.

I don't think my body had moved the whole time I was in Brandon's body next door because my dick was still in my hand, it just wasn't hard any more. It swelled up again soon enough, though, because as I lay there I relived the events that had just transpired and was sporting a raging hard-on in no time at all. I jerked off to the memory of Jessica sucking my cock and came very quickly. After I cleaned myself up I tried to figure out what happened. 

Previously, when I had gotten people to do what I wanted, I was basically taking over their body for a split-second or so and getting planting the thought that I wanted. This had always occurred when people were conscious. Seeing as how Brandon was lying in bed when I took over his body, I assumed he had fallen asleep when Jessica got in the shower. I had been so intensely focused on their bedroom, and had visualized it so clearly, that somehow I took over Brandon's unconscious mind, and body, completely.

But this realization only led to more questions. Did Brandon's mind go to my body when I was in his? If so, and he had awakened, would it have pushed me out and back into my own body or would he have woke up in my bedroom in my body? If the person I go into has been drinking or doing drugs, will I be drunk or stoned when I'm inside them? An inquiring mind wanted to know! 

I wasn't sure what to do with my newfound gift but it wasn't long before I got the opportunity to test how well I could do it when I was actually trying to take over someone else's body.

Part 2

The following weekend my Aunt Susan and Uncle Ted came to visit. They're a couple years older than my folks and have visited our family every year for as far back as I can remember. Aunt Susan doesn't look much like my mom but you can see a little similarity. She's a full-figured brunette with huge boobs that I'd been drooling over for years. I was hoping that I'd get my hands, and mouth, on them during their visit given my new discovery. At times, when Aunt Susan responds to a comment that someone says, she gets a devilish look in her eye, raises one eyebrow, and blurts out a sexual innuendo. I always thought she looked pretty sexy when she did that and, given her brassy demeanor, I always assumed she was pretty aggressive in bed. If I played my cards right I thought I might get a chance to find out during this visit. 

They made the long drive in one day and, after sitting around and chatting for a while, Aunt Susan and Uncle Ted headed to bed. They were pretty tired after their journey so they turned in pretty early. Whenever they came they stayed in the guest room, which is right across the hall from my bedroom. About an hour after they'd retired to their room for the evening I went to my bedroom, laid on the bed, and began to focus on the guest room and Uncle Ted. It took a couple tries, and a lot of concentration, but when I opened my eyes the third time I was in the guest room looking out of Uncle Ted's eyes. 

Aunt Susan was sound asleep right next to me. I found that Uncle Ted sleeps in the nude because when I pulled the covers back I/he wasn't wearing any clothes. I had a couple things I wanted to check out so I put on a pair of shorts and quietly stepped across the hallway to look in on myself. It was quite odd to open my bedroom door and see myself lying on the bed. My eyes were closed and it looked like I was asleep. I took the opportunity to see if, when I spoke, I had my voice or Uncle Ted's. I quietly said a few words and found it sounded like Uncle Ted. That was a good thing. Now I knew I could talk and I would sound like the person I looked like.  

After I had gotten my answers, I quietly stepped out of my bedroom, closed the door, and went back to the guest room. Once there I stepped out of the shorts I had put on and got back in bed. I pulled back the covers to reveal Aunt Susan lying there in her nightgown. It was nothing special, just a cotton nightgown that buttoned down the front. She was sleeping on her side, which made it difficult to get to get to the buttons on Aunt Susan's nightgown, so I gently pulled her shoulder toward me and she shifted onto her back. 

I waited for a moment to make sure Aunt Susan wasn't waking up. She didn't stir after lying on her back so I slowly, carefully unbuttoned the front of her nightgown. After I undid a few buttons I peeled the nightgown away, exposing Aunt Susan's huge breasts. Even in the dim light through the window I could make out the large nipples on her beautiful boobs. I had been fantasizing about those big tits for years and now I was finally getting to see them in all their naked glory. Now it was time to touch them. 

Knowing I was in Uncle Ted's body, I became bold and moved my hand to massage her breasts. The smooth, soft skin of her fleshy mounds jiggled as I gently kneaded them. I could feel her nipples stiffen beneath my palm as I massaged one, then the other. I traced circles around her hard nubs with my fingertips, and couldn't resist the urge to devour Aunt Susan's tits any longer. I leaned down and softly began to lick and suck each nipple, twirling my tongue around them, and taking them into my mouth. 




Out of Body Experiences



Aunt Susan began to stir and mumbled, "Mmm...not tonight Ted. I'm exhausted. Tomorrow, babe." With that she covered herself up and rolled back onto her side.

I was a little disappointed that Aunt Susan wasn't up for sex, but it wasn't a complete loss...I got to cop a feel and suck on her incredible tits, and looked forward to part two if I was able to pull it off. I laid back down, closed my eyes, and once again concentrated on being in my own room. When I opened my eyes I was back in my own body. Jumping back to my body seemed easier than jumping into other peoples' but I guess I just needed to practice. I figured that once I got the hang of it I would be doing both with relative ease.

The following day my dad and Uncle Ted went golfing and were gone pretty much all day. My mom and Aunt Susan went shopping and ran around all day, then we all gathered around the table for dinner later that evening. After a long day out in the sun, and drinking most of the day, my dad and Uncle Ted were ready to crash after dinner. They both headed to bed, which left me with my mom and my aunt. After catching up with Aunt Susan for a while my mom checked the channel guide to see if there was anything on TV. Mulholland Drive was just about to start on HBO and we all agreed to relax and veg while watching it. I had seen it before so I knew it was quite a sexy movie. My mom would jokingly say, "Close your eyes Chris" when a naked woman would come on the screen and we'd all laugh. About halfway through the movie I said I was tired and was heading to bed so I went over to my mom, gave her a goodnight peck on the cheek, and said goodnight to them.

I needed a little time to set my plan in motion so I left my mom and aunt to finish the movie without me. You see, in the past Aunt Susan had joked about Uncle Ted taking Viagra so I figured I might have to do a little prep before jumping into his body and making my move. He was exhausted and had been drinking all day. The last thing I needed was a bad case of can't-get-it-ups when I took over Uncle Ted's body. I laid on my bed, focused on the guest room like the night before, and when I opened my eyes I was in Uncle Ted's body again. I got out of bed, went through his toiletries, and found his bottle of Viagra. I took one of the little blue pills, got back Uncle Ted back in bed, and then jumped back into my own body. Now all I had to do was wait for Aunt Susan to go to bed. 

I surfed the internet for a while as I waited for Aunt Susan to go to bed. About an hour or so later I heard her say goodnight to my mom and shut the door across the hall. I got up, locked my door, and laid down on my bed. Once again I closed my eyes and jumped into Uncle Ted's body. When I opened my eyes I could see Aunt Susan across the dimly lit room. She was facing away from me and had just taken off her top. As he had done the night before, Uncle Ted was sleeping in the nude. The Viagra had taken effect and he already had a raging hard-on when I jumped into his body. 

After slipping out of her skirt, Aunt Susan reached behind her and under her bra as I got out of bed.

My swollen member bounced and swayed as I moved up behind her and said, "I thought you'd never come to bed." I reached around her body and cupped her large breasts as I kissed her bare shoulder. I enjoyed how they felt the night before, but she had been lying on her back so it was different. Now she was standing up and I could feel the true heft of those beauties. I pressed my naked body against hers, pinning my erection between us. 

"Oh, my...I see you're up in more than one way, Ted. Or should I say I FEEL it?"

I continued to kiss Aunt Susan's shoulder and neck as I massaged her mounds, tugging on her stiffening nipples as they rose. "I do believe we have plans tonight," I said, reminding her she had put off sex the night before. 

I began to suck on her neck and moved a hand down her stomach, slipping it inside the front of her panties. When my fingers found her pussy she was already dripping wet. Obviously watching Mulholland Drive had an effect on her.

"Oh, my," I whispered in her ear, "you're already wet. What have you been doing?" 

"Jackie and I were watching Mulholland Drive. It's got some pretty steam scenes in it."

"Like what?" I ask as my fingers slowly run between her wet lips. 

"Some girl-on-girl stuff, and Naomi Watts masturbating," she answers.

"That DOES sound hot," I respond. "Nothing like a little lesbian action to get the motor running." 

"I'm sure if you were watching it with us you would have imagined it was Jackie and me getting it on. You know you've always had a thing for my little sister." 

Wow. That was surprising. I was taken aback to hear that Uncle Ted lusts after my mom. I guess it's common to be attracted to your sister if they're good looking, but I didn't expect Aunt Susan to say what she did. I was briefly at a loss as to how to respond, but I've always been pretty quick on my feet and I replied, "I've got a thing for her alright," as I backed away from Aunt Susan slightly, took her hand, placed it on my erection, and added "and here it is."  

Aunt Susan wrapped her fingers around my pole and began stroking it as I continued to rub her pussy, then she turned around and dropped to her knees in front of me. She took the swollen head of my cock into her mouth and began to work the underside of it with her tongue as she swallowed it. 

"Mmmmm...," I moaned as she sucked my throbbing cock.

Aunt Susan deep throated my entire rod, bobbing her head back and forth as she swallowed me whole, then pulled me out of her mouth and said, "I bet you wish it was Jackie sucking your dick right now." 

All I could think to say in response was, "Oh, yeah...suck it, Jackie."

I was in heaven as she worked my cock with her mouth and hand, and kneaded my balls with her free hand. As good as my neighbor had been at giving blowjobs, she had nothing on my Aunt Susan. She could take all of me and really knew what she was doing. 

Aunt Susan pulled me out of her mouth and spoke. "I want to ride this big cock of yours, Ted. Do you want to fuck me? I won't tell Susan...or my husband."

"I want to fuck you so badly. It'll be our little secret," I replied as I took Aunt Susan's hand, helped her up off her knees, and led her to the bed.

I laid down in the middle of the bed on my back and Aunt Susan moved on top of me, straddling me just below the waist. She guided the tip of my cock to her pussy and eased down onto me, the warm wetness of her sex enveloping my pole. Inch by inch she slid down, until I was all the way inside her.

"Ooh...your cock feels so good inside me," she cooed as she placed her hands on my chest and began to ride me. I reached up and massaged her huge swaying breasts as she ground down on my cock. I pulled Aunt Susan down a little and moved my head up so I could suck on her wonderful mounds. I moved back and forth from one to the other, licking, sucking, and nibbling her nipples as she fucked me. I thrust my hips to match her movements, driving my cock deep inside her as she ground down on my pelvis. 

It's funny. I'd lusted over my Aunt Susan's body, with her big tits and great ass, for years. And now that I was finally getting to live out my fantasies, ones I'd masturbated to every time she came to visit, here she is pretending to be my mom. I was flip-flopping between seeing, feeling, sucking, and enjoying all my Aunt Susan had to offer, and imagining it was my mom.

Aunt Susan sat up, reached down, and started rubbing her clit with one hand, as she reached behind her with the other and began kneading my balls. She picked up her pace on my cock and began furiously running her fingers over her clit. I knew she was going to cum soon so I started talking to help put her over the edge.

"That's it, Jackie. Ride my hard cock. I've wanted to fuck you for years."

Aunt Susan began moaning loudly. The combination of that, and watching her huge tits bounce and sway as she rode me, got me hotter and hotter and I began to wonder which one of us was going to cum first. I grabbed her hips and pushed my pelvis up, going as deep as I could into Aunt Susan's pussy, as I felt my orgasm build. My cock swelled as the pressure built in my balls and I announced, "Oh, yeah...I'm gonna cum...aaaaarrrgh..." and shot my load deep up inside my aunt. That was enough to push her over the brink and Aunt Susan shuddered and bucked on my pole as she came too. Her expert pussy muscles milked every last drop of cum from me, then Aunt Susan fell down on top of me, panting and trying to catch her breath.

"Wow, that was hot," I said as I wrapped my arms around Aunt Susan, my hard cock still inside her. "That must have been some sex scene in the movie. Maybe you and Jackie can act it out for me sometime," I joked and I laughed.

"You wish," she replied.   

Aunt Susan slid off and snuggled up beside me, falling asleep fairly quickly. After she had dozed off I jumped back into my body and sighed. What a great lay Aunt Susan was! It was everything I had hoped for, and more. I instantly got hard thinking about what had just transpired and knew that my balls needed emptying too. I stroked my throbbing cock until I shot my load out onto my stomach, cleaned myself up, and drifted off to sleep. 

Uncle Ted and Aunt Susan stayed with us a couple more days, then headed back home. Over the week that followed my night with Aunt Susan I discovered she had planted a seed in my mind with all her talk about fucking my mom. Before she was just my mom, but now I began to look at her in a different light. I started to noticing the way her bathing suit clung to her curves, how her breasts bounced and swayed and how her nipples jutted out slightly as she walked around the house in a t-shirt and no bra, and I took notice of her nice ass whenever she bent over. Her hair is a lighter brown than her sister's, and she's got a smaller frame, with smaller hips and tits, but my mom had a pretty hot body. And I was noticing it more and more as the days went by. 

I began setting things up, and putting myself in better position to catch peeks of that hot body. Sometimes, when my mom was taking a shower, I'd tiptoe into her room and open the blinds slightly. Then I'd go in the back yard and rake leaves or fish debris out of the pool, keeping an eye on her bedroom window in hopes of seeing her naked. Other times, I'd open her bedroom door a crack as she bathed and tried to peek in through the opening. She usually had a towel wrapped around her so I was only able to catch a glimpse of her bare butt as she dropped her towel and walked toward her closet once. Mostly I saw her walking around her room in a bra and panties, but I still got hard seeing her in her underwear and would frequently jack off to visions of her in my head at night. 

After lusting after her for a couple weeks I decided to try and do something about my urges. One Saturday, after my dad spent most of the day golfing out in the heat, my mom said he had showered and pretty much passed out on the bed when he got home. I could tell she was annoyed because it meant they didn't get to spend any time together and I think she wanted to go out to dinner. Instead, we went for a swim, watched a little TV, and she headed to bed fairly early herself. 

I know my mom always likes to rinse the chlorine off her skin and hair after she swims so I knew she would take a shower before heading to bed. After she went into her room I headed to mine, locked the door, and laid on my bed. I waited a couple minutes and then closed my eyes, focused on my dad on the bed in the master bedroom, and concentrated. If my dad had the same abilities as me he may be immune to what I was trying to do. Worst case scenario, I figured I'd open my eyes after a couple tries at jumping into my dad's body and I'd just go to sleep. I focused intently for a minute and when I opened my eyes I was no longer in my room. I could hear the shower running and I was in my parents' bed...IT WORKED!! 

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom doorway. I saw my mom's naked body through the frosted glass of the shower door. It was reminiscent of the first time I had jumped into my neighbor's body, but the glass wasn't clear so there was still a little left to the imagination. I could only make out my mom's tan lines, with blurry nipples on a white skin backdrop, and a dark patch framed in the white where her bikini bottom covers down below, through the distorting glass. It was still quite sexy, with a voyeuristic thrill, and hot enough to have my dick hard instantly. I watched as she rinsed her hair and body and body and decided to join my mom in the shower. I took off the t-shirt and shorts my dad had put on, stepped over to a chair in the corner of the bedroom and tossed them on it, and turned to head to the bathroom when my mom turned the shower off. So much for that idea...

I heard the shower door open and slowly stepped to the doorway. My mom was bent over, drying herself off, and had no idea I was there. She stood up, wrapped the towel around herself, and looked up to see my dad standing naked in the bathroom doorway, his raging hard-on pointing right at her. 

"Well hello," she said as she stared at my hard cock, " I thought you were dead to the world."

"I took a little nap but caught a second wind," I replied, as I stepped toward her. 

I walked across the bathroom to my mom, undid her towel, exposing her nude body to my hungry eyes, and set the towel on the counter. I briefly drank in the sight of her perfect breasts and her neatly-trimmed landing strip of pubic hair, then I took her in my arms. Our open mouths met and we kissed passionately. Out tongues swirled and danced together as I reached down and massaged her sweet ass, pulling her to me, pressing my erection against her bare stomach.  

We continued to kiss passionately as my hands moved over my mom's bare bottom, explored her back, then made their way to the front of her body and her wonderful breasts. As I groped at her boobs, she reached down and took hold of my throbbing meat. She stroked it as I broke contact with my mom's mouth and moved to her nipples. I cupped my mom's breasts from underneath, offering them up to my hungry mouth, as I licked and sucked her stiffening pink nubs. 

After thoroughly going over my mom's nipples with my mouth I turned her toward the counter and pushed her up onto the towel I had laid there. I then dropped to my knees and stared between her spread legs before me. I could smell her slightly musky scent and buried my face in her pussy. I worked my tongue up and down her slit and lapped at her stiff clit each time I passed it, sucking and flicking it with my tongue, before licking and kissing up and down her pussy, planting kisses on her inner thighs as well. My mom moaned as I hungrily ate her out, squirming on the towel she was sitting on as I worked between her legs. In no time she was crying out, "Oh...oh..." as I was bringing her closer to orgasm with my mouth. As my mom reached her climax she moaned, "Ooooooooooohhhhhh...." and clamped her thighs around my head, her whole body shaking as she ground her pussy against my mouth.   

After my mom came, I stood up and guided my aching cock to her sopping wet sex. I ran the swollen head up and down, coating it with her juices and shoved it inside her with one deep thrust. I panted, "Oh God, you feel so good," and I pumped my cock steadily in and out of her. I reached down and played with her nipples, our eyes locking onto each other, as I fucked my mom. She reached behind herself to brace against the mirror as I pounded her pussy. Every few thrusts I would shove my cock into her all the way and just grind it deep inside, then pull back out and continue.

A few more thrusts and I pulled out of her, had her get down off the counter, and turn around. I bent her over, with her hands supporting herself on the counter, and I moved up behind her. I reached down and guided my dick between her legs, entering her from behind. I grabbed onto her hips and began to drive my hard cock inside her with powerful thrusts. He butt jiggled with each thrust as I rammed into my mom's pussy with great force. I looked up into the mirror and saw she had her eyes closed, her mouth open, and a look of pure ecstasy on her face. I could also see her beautiful breasts sway and jerk with every thrust of my hips. 

The sight was too much and I felt myself reach the point of no return. I shot a huge wad inside my mom's pussy, pumping out more cum with each thrust. My dad must not have cum in quite a while because it felt like I'd never stop cumming. I eventually pumped every drop out with thrust after thrust inside my mom's hot box. 

I stood there panting, my hands on her hips, my spent dick still inside her, when my mom said, "Thanks Chris, I REALLY needed that."

Oh, shit...she just called me by my name...

Part 3

There I was, standing there inside my dad's body, with my dad's dick still hard and sticking inside my mom's pussy, and she called me by my name.

"Uh, uh..." I stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Don't worry, Chris. It's alright," she assured. "I knew it was you from the start... and I still let it happen. I wanted it to happen. It's been a very long time since your father fucked me like that. And I can't even remember the last time he went down on me. He's always too busy working during the week, and he spends all weekend at damn the golf course. By the time he gets home he's too tired to do anything with me. The vibrator and dildo in my nightstand have been my sex life for some time now. Oh, and I see you've discovered that you're...special."

My mom was looking at me in the mirror as she spoke, still naked and bent over the bathroom counter. All the blood rushed from my erection as she spoke and my dick fell out of her as she finished talking.

"Yeah, I did. Do you have some kind of weird powers too," I asked.

"Yes I do. I noticed them when I was young. I can get people to do what I want them to, but I do my best to try not to use them. It just doesn't seem right to."

"I feel the same way," I replied excitedly. "It just wouldn't seem right to abuse our gifts."

"Then how do you explain your taking over your dad's body and doing what you just did," asked my mom.

I realized what I had said didn't ring true given what just happened. "Well, it's kind of a long story," I stammered. 

"I've got all night," she answered as she got off the counter and walked to her dresser, got a t-shirt and panties, and slipped into them. 

I followed my mom, grabbing the clothes my dad had been wearing and putting them on as I spoke.

I told her of how I realized when I was a kid that I could get people to do things I wanted them to do simply by suggesting it to them. I had tested what I could do over the years but for the most part I avoided using my gift unless I really had to, like if a bully was going to beat me up or something like that. We sat next to each other on their bed as the discussion continued.

"Did you ever use it to get girls," she asked, "be honest. Remember, I'm talking to your father, but it's really you inside him, so I know you've done it at least once. And how do you get inside other people and take control of them? All I can do is make people do what I want." 

"Well...that's kind of a funny story. Remember that bar-b-q we had when the neighbors all came over?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I was lusting over our neighbor Jessica's body all night," I started.

"So were all the other men who were there," she interrupted, "I've got to admit, she even caught my eye that night, she was looking hot in that bikini."

"Anyway, after everyone had gone home, and I went to bed, I was thinking about her while I...um...took care of business. I closed my eyes and imagined I was next door in Jessica's bedroom with her and when opened my eyes I was lying on their bed inside Brandon's body."




Out of Body Experiences



"What happened next," she asked with quite a bit of anticipation in her voice.

"Jessica was in the shower when I jumped into Brandon so I crept to the bathroom doorway and watched her lather herself up and rinse off."

As I spoke my mom leaned toward me slightly, putting one hand on my leg, as her other hand disappeared under her oversized t-shirt.

"I bet you were...or Brandon was, actually, hard as a rock. How big is he?"

My mom was obviously getting turned on hearing about my experience.

"He was pretty well endowed, I guess. Anyway, I was really nervous, and didn't know what to do. It was all so new and unexpected. I raced back to the bed when she turned the shower off and pretended to be asleep but while I was laying there my boner made a tent out of the sheets as Jessica came to bed." 

I could see my mom's hand moving under her t-shirt as she listened. She was playing with herself as I recounted my story. "Did she see it...your hard-on?" she asked.

"Yeah, she did. And she wound up giving me a blowjob while I fingered her. It was so hot."

It was amazing to me that I could talk with my mom about this kind of stuff, but I'd been dying to tell SOMEONE about what I could do for years. And it was even worse now that I found out I could jump into peoples' bodies while they slept. Who better to understand all of this than someone who could do what I could...at least to some degree.

"Was that the only time," she asked expectantly.

"Well...there was one other time. But you have to promise not to get angry if I tell you."

"I won't. Go on..." she coaxed.

"Well...I'd always thought Aunt Susan was REALLY hot...," I started.

"You jumped into your Uncle Ted and screwed my sister, didn't you Chris?" she blurted out. "That explains why he didn't remember it. She told me about that when they were here. She was annoyed with Ted over that one...hahaha."

"I wondered what would happen regarding that. I figured the person I jumped into wouldn't remember what happened because they were sleeping." 

"How did that night go," she inquired. 

My mom obviously wanted to finish what she started and needed to hear more so I obliged. "I went to bed early so I could jump into Uncle Ted and take a Viagra."

"Good idea. He wouldn't have been able to get it up if you hadn't. He sleeps in the buff, doesn't he," she asked, 

"Yeah, he does," I confirmed.

"Sue tells me everything."

"She does? Has she ever told you Uncle Ted lusts after you and she pretended to be you when I had sex with her?"

"No, she left that out. Tell me more."

"I jumped back to my body after having Uncle Ted take a pill, then I waited until Aunt Susan went to bed before jumping back. She was pretty turned on from watching Mulholland Drive..."

"It WAS pretty sexy," she interjected.

"I know, I've seen it. Anyway I jumped back into Uncle Ted as Aunt Susan was getting undressed. I came up behind her, already naked, since as you know, that's how he sleeps, and began kissing her neck and shoulders. I reached around and massaged her boobs as I kissed her, and when I moved my hand down between her legs she was REALLY wet." I paused, reached down between my mom's legs, replacing her fingers with mine, and said, "Like you are right now." 

"Go on..." she said urged.

I started rubbing my mom's pussy as I continued recounting that night. I told her how Aunt Susan thought Uncle Ted watched the movie with them he would have imagined it was she and her sister getting it on instead of the actresses in the movie. I also told her Aunt Susan said Uncle Ted has always had a thing for my mom.

"When Aunt Susan was giving me a blowjob, which she's really good at, by the way, she stopped and said she bet I wished it was you who was sucking my...er Uncle Ted's dick. I played along and started calling her 'Jackie' from time to time after that."

"What happened next," she asked, her breathing getting more rapid as I spoke and played with her pussy.

"As she was sucking me she told me she wanted to fuck me. She said 'I won't tell Susan...or my husband...it'll be our little secret' pretending to be you who was with Uncle Ted. Then I laid on the bed and she got on top of me and rode me like a rodeo cowgirl."

"God, I'm so hot right now. Don't stop what you're doing. Tell me more."

"She said my cock felt good inside her and I said, 'That's it, Jackie, ride my hard cock. I've wanted to fuck you for years."

I picked up the pace on my mom's clit as I spoke and she cried out with another orgasm as she pictured the scene...or pictured riding Uncle Ted's cock, I'm not sure which one. After she came for the second time that night I told her both Aunt Susan and I had orgasms and I jumped back into my own body after they laid down to sleep.

"Whew, sounds like you really enjoyed yourself with my sister. Thanks for finishing me off, by the way."

"My pleasure, mom. Anyway, after all of Aunt Susan's talk about having sex with you I started to think about it more and more...and I just couldn't help at least trying to see if I could jump in dad's body. You know, in the past I used my abilities to get a couple girls to show me their breasts, but I always fought the urge to get them to do more. And believe me, it wasn't easy. I feel like I'm horny 24/7!"

"Just like with your special abilities, I think you get your overactive libido from me. I frequently feel horny, too. Your dad used to be able to keep up, and we screwed like rabbits when we were younger, but then he got too busy with his career and hobby to satisfy my needs."

"His loss," I responded. "If I were him I'd be all over you all the time."

"Thanks...I wish it was like that."

Just then a light bulb went off in my head. "Hey, that gives me an idea. Given that we both have overactive sex drives, why don't we help each other out. Whenever one of us is in the mood, and there's no husband of girlfriend around to relieve our sexual tension, if the other is available we should go to them. I'm sure the other person will already be ready and raring to go, so it works out for both of us."

"Oh, I don't know..." she hesitated.

"It's not like we haven't already had sex. We just did, only I was in dad's body when it happened. And you like you said, you knew it was me anyway so what would be the difference? We certainly both enjoyed it. What do you say?"

"I guess that DOES make sense. Alright, it's a deal. Now why don't you get your dad's body to bed and get to sleep," she said and she kissed me on the cheek.

I laid down on their bed, focused on my room, and in a second I opened my eyes and I was back in my own body. As with the other times I had jumped into other bodies, my mind replayed the events that had just transpired. I thought about seeing my mom in the shower, going down on her, and all the other things that just occurred. I automatically began to stroke my cock as I viewed the movies in my head, then I remembered the deal my mom and I had struck.

I pulled my shorts back up, got out of bed, and headed for my mom's room. She was laying on her side, facing away from my sleeping dad. She heard me come in and as I walked over to her side of the bed she whispered, "What's up?"

"This," I replied as I pushed the front of my shorts down. My mom stared at the raging hard-on bobbing up and down about a foot from her face.

"Looks like you're calling me on our deal," she said as she reached out and lightly ran her fingers over my rod. 

"I was lying in bed thinking about what had just happened, getting majorly hard. I was just going to jack off, but then I remembered our arrangement. I never got to cum because I was inside dad when I came before."

"Well, let's see what we can do about that," she said. This was the first time she had seen me fully erect as a man and she stared at my hard cock as she sat up. My mom began to stroke it and moved her mouth down to meet my swollen member. She started to lick up and down the shaft, getting it nice and wet with her mouth, and then took me inside her talented mouth. I reached down and played with my mom's nipple as she sucked me. She couldn't take it all like Aunt Susan had before, but they both sure knew how to suck a dick.

Looking down in the dim light of my parent's bedroom, watching my mom suck my cock as my dad slept just a few feet away was majorly turning me on. She worked my shaft with her hand as she sucked and I felt the familiar rush that told me I'd soon be cumming in my mom's mouth. I put my hand on the back of my mom's head and thrust my hips slightly a couple times, then my body stiffened as I shot my load in her mouth. She milked and sucked my dick until she'd taken my entire load, then pulled it out of her mouth.

"Better," she asked.

"Much," I quietly replied. "Good night, mom," I said and leaned down to give her a good night kiss. This time it was on the lips. After a soft peck she opened her mouth and invited my tongue in. We kissed passionately for a moment, then I headed back to my room. 

When the following Monday morning rolled around I awoke to my mom sitting on the bed next to me. The covers were pulled back, my shorts were pushed down, and she was stroking my morning wood. My mom was wearing some sexy lingerie. Dad was at work and she was obviously in the mood and didn't want to wait for me to wake up.

"Good morning," she said, continuing to stroke my dick. "I came to check on you this morning and found you were already up, even though you weren't awake. That's pretty much all it took to get me going."

I had to pee like a racehorse so I said, "No problem, but first I gotta pee."

I went to the bathroom and peed, always a challenge with a boner, and when I got back to my bedroom my mom was lying on her back on my bed. "Come and get it," she said with a sexy smile. I peeled off my t-shirt and shorts, moved on top of her on the bed, and kissed her. I then kissed my way down her neck, and down to her chest. I undid the top of her lingerie, opened it up to expose her beautiful breasts, and began sucking and licking on them. 

I moved my mouth from one nipple to the other as my mom moaned, "That's it Chris, suck on them. It feels so good." 

After working on her tits for a bit I kissed my way down her stomach and moved down between her legs. I pushed aside the thong bottom of her outfit and began running my tongue up and down my mom's slit. I lapped at her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit for the most part, and her moans got louder and louder. No one else was home so she didn't have to be quiet. All her moaning really started to turn me on and I buried my face in her pussy, trying to make her cum with my mouth. Soon she reached her peak, her hips lifting off the bed as her orgasm hit. I kept working on my mom's pussy until she said, "I need you inside me." 

I sat up and moved my still-hard cock between my mom's legs and pushed it inside her. I pushed in and out of her pussy with a nice, steady rhythm, then began to pick up the pace a little. I pushed her legs up, grabbing her calves and pushing them toward her head, and began ramming my cock in with more and more force. I shoved my rod deep inside my mom's pussy with each powerful thrust, my balls slapping her ass as I pounded. 

My mom began crying out, "Oh yeah, Chris...fuck me...fuck me harder," and I pounded in and out with all the force I could. 

I was so turned on by my mom's urging, and her pussy felt so good, that I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. "I'm cumming," I announced as I thrust deep inside her and shot my wad, emptying my rod in her hungry pussy. 

We hooked up two more times that day, once in the pool before my dad got home and once on the couch in the living room after dad had gone to bed. That was the beginning of the most sex-filled two years of my life. I attended community college locally and when I wasn't screwing girls my own age, I was having sex with my mom. I didn't jerk off again until I moved away to college a couple years later.

My Uncle Ted wound up getting his wish of fucking my mom, with me inside him, of course. But that's another story for another time.