Becoming the Bitch by Sissipus (Transgender, Hetero sex (Gay incest?))


"What the . . ." Groaning, I rolled over and buried my head beneath the pillow. It was no use. I could still hear the sound of the vacuum cleaner running over the floor above me. "Son of a fucking bitch!" Cursing, I threw the pillow across the room and I reluctantly rolled out of bed.

Barely glancing at me over the vacuum, Mom greeted "Morning." 

"Yes, it is." Glaring at her, I scowled "For the record, it's 11:00 a.m. in the goddamm morning."

"What the hell's your problem?" Turning off the vacuum, she crossed her arms and complained "You just got up and already you're snapping my head off."

"Yeah, just got up after about two hours sleep. It's called working midnights, ma." Flicking on the bathroom light, I reminded her "I worked till 8:00 am, got home about 8:30 am and went to bed about 9:00 am." Grabbing the toothpaste, I finished "It is now 11:00 am. Get it?"

"Well, I'm sorry," she drawled. "Why don't we all reorganize our schedules around you? You seem to think you're the centre of the universe anyways."

"Drop the fucking sarcasm." Yanking a towel from the closet, I told her "You could have at least waited a few hours to vacuum."

"Hey, the housework has to be done," she barked back. "I can't wait all day while you lay around in bed."

"No, but you can spend all afternoon playing bingo and smoking up a storm with your friends. God forbid you should have to think of someone else for a change."

Ripping the cord from the wall, she growled "Don't you ever talk to me like that. You don't know the first thing about what I do all day."

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry. Smoking, bingo, coffee, soaps and all that other shit must really take its toll on you." Turning on the water, I suggested "Try working a real job for a day and see what it's like. That is, if you can find someone willing to hire a highschool dropout." Shaking my head, I slammed the bathroom door behind me and climbed into the shower, drowning out her reply.

How much longer would I have to put up with this shit? I hated living at home, but I couldn't afford to move out until my student loans were repaid. Even then, when I had been going to college five days a week, working three nights a week plus weekends, and spending what little free time I had left doing homework, she had bitched and complained. She was a bitter jealous bitch because some guy knocked her up in highschool before running off, and was too proud to go back to school herself. Gwen, my older sister, had had the right idea when she moved out last year.

Angrily rubbing the shampoo into my hair, I wondered how Dad put up with her. They spent 10 percent of their time actually talking, 40 percent ignoring each other and the rest arguing. Again, I promised myself that I would move out as soon as possible and never come back.

                              * * *

"Where are you going?" Sitting at the kitchen table, a cigarette clenched between her yellowed fingers, mom launched into one of her famous interrogations.

"Well, since I'm up," I scowled, "I figured I'd go out and get some errands done."

"You know," she complained, taking a drag on her smoke, "I'd love to have your life, just for a day."

"Hmph. You want it, you can have it." Shaking my head, I told her "If you think spending twelve hours a day on your feet, covering for a bunch of lazy, fat-assed union members is so great, go for it." Slipping on my sunglasses, I told her "Contrary to what you seem to think, I don't just sit on my ass all night and do nothing."

"Yeah, well you try doing all the housework, laundry, shopping, and shit every day, and then you can complain."

"Sure thing, ma." Grinning, I told her "As soon as I decide I need a vacation."

Stubbing out her cigarette and lighting up another, she choked "Oh, get the fuck out."

"Gladly."

                              * * *

"Gooood morning!"

"Huh? What?" Rubbing my eyes, I tried to see what time it was, but couldn't find the clock.

"Get up, sleepyhead. There's a sink-full of dishes for you to do, three loads of laundry, and the floors all need washing."

"Not funny. Fuck off." Rolling back over, I complained "I get one day off this week and I'm not getting up so I can waste it doing your bloody chores."

"Un-uh. They're your chores, now." Sounding entirely too pleased with herself, she told me "Since you're the mommy, it only seems fair."

"What?" Sitting up, I looked beside the bed and found myself standing there. Confused, I closed my eyes, figuring I just wasn't awake yet.

"Come on, get up, Mom." Snickering, I heard my own voice telling me "I'm going for a drive, and expect to come home to a good supper and a clean house. So does your father."

Reluctantly opening my eyes, I found that I was still there. "What the hell?" Throwing the covers off myself, I climbed out of bed, nearly falling face-first onto the carpet. My entire weight was off-balance. "Oh, shit." Looking down, I found that I had grown a huge set of tits overnight. Panicking, I reached under the nightshirt I was wearing (where had that come from?) and found I had a gaping pussy as well.

"How do you like it?" my other self asked. "Better than those cheap bimbos you bring home some nights, eh?"

If I hadn't been so scared, I would have been sick all over the rug. Already running for the bathroom, I ignored everything else. Slamming the lightswitch on with the palm of my hand, I noticed my nails had been painted pink and were about an inch long. "Oh shit, this can't be happening." Braving the mirror, I found my mother looking back at me. It was my mother's body - albeit more than I had ever cared to see - and I was inside it. "What the fuck is going on?" I demanded, hoping I didn't sound nearly as scared as I felt.

"Beats me," came a voice from the door, "But I like it." Smiling, mom told me "All I know is I woke up in your body, and I plan to enjoy my day off." Laughing, she told me "Sorry you won't be able to go to bingo, but there's just too much work to be done. Bye."

Unable to respond, I just stood there and stared at myself in the mirror. Raising a shaking hand, I cupped one breast and let out a gasp of pleasure as my cold fingers brushed a painfully erect nipple. "How can she be enjoying this?" I wondered, scared more than anything. Then, enjoying the feel of my other finger as it sank into my moist mound, I realized I could enjoy it as well. "Fuck her," I decided, "We'll both take the day off." Slipping another finger into my pussy, I just smiled.

                              * * *

Feeling the hot water of the shower wash over my strange new body, I soaped up my hands and used washing up as an excuse to explore. Paying special attention to the tits that had landed mom her job as bartender, and the pussy that had given birth to two kids - one of them being me - I was nearly overcome with pleasure. Women had so may ways to make themselves feel good and it just wasn't fair. What was worse, mom rarely took advantage of it. Snooping around her bedroom revealed that she didn't own a single sex-toy, porn mag, XXX vid, or any kind of sexy lingerie. Add to that the fact that I could count on one hand the number of times I'd overheard her and dad fucking this year, and it was clear she was neglecting her body. Oh well, I planned to take today and make up for years of neglect. She might develop an overnight reputation as a wanton slut, but it would be fun. For me, at least.

First, however, I had to finish this amazing shower. Taking the shower head down from the wall, I held it between my legs and directed the spray directly at my clit. "Oh, yesss! Fuck yes!" Feeling waves of ecstasy ripple up and down my body, I reached for the bottle of shampoo and rammed the narrow neck up my twat. Then, crouched down, I fucked myself with the bottle while I massaged my pussy with the water, rapidly approaching orgasm. When it finally hit, it was like nothing I had ever felt before.

"Oh, ooooh, unh, unh, uhuhuhuhuhuh, oh shittt!" Screaming in pleasure, I felt my pussy muscles contract, firing the shampoo bottle out, as my whole body became wracked with spasms of pleasure. It was so intense, I literally saw stars, and it was all I could do to keep from fainting. Dropping the showerhead in exhaustion, I dipped a hand into my twat and scooped out some of my juices. Then, smiling, I did something I was sure mom would never do - I licked and sucked my woman-cum off each and every finger.

                              * * *

"Hi, can I help you find anything?"

"Actually, yes." Keeping a protective hand on my purse, I asked "Where do you keep your vibrators?"

Showing me to the far right wall, the saleswoman proceeded to explain the advantages of their most popular models. Not yet comfortable in women's clothing, a little worried about my make- up job, and feeling funny with a purse in my arm, I welcomed the distraction. Paying close attention, I tried to ask the dirtiest, most intimate questions I could about the selection. Maybe, just maybe, it would get back to her.

Hoping mom had paid her credit cards off lately, I selected the longest dildo they had, the thickest they sold, the most powerful vibrator in stock, a couple buttplugs, some ben-wa beads and a butterfly clit massager.

"Will that be all?"

"Oh, hell no, hon." Dumping my purchases on the counter, I asked "What do you suggest in the way of really slutty, kinky lingerie."

Starting with some crotchless panties, she moved through the sheer stuff, the lacy stuff, and finally the leather, latex, and PVC outfits. Enjoying the latter pieces, I picked up half a dozen outfits, some handcuffs, a ball-gag, some masks and a bullwhip. I didn't know how much I would be able to experiment with this afternoon, but when Dad stumbled upon it, mom would be in for one hell of a night.

As she ran my (mom's) credit card through the machine, the clerk asked me "Do you know how to use any of your new equipment?"

Was she coming on to me? Mom had made it very clear she disapproved of lesbians when my sister brought home her first lover, and would probably have stalked out of the shop in disgust. So, just to spite her, I told the woman "Actually, no." Smiling my best flirtatious smile, I told her "Too bad you don't offer instructional sessions."

Flashing a perfect set of teeth, she leaned over the counter and began idly fingering her left nipple through her blouse. "You know," she grinned "I was just about to break for lunch. If you like, I could help you out."

Returning the smile, I brazenly reached out to tweak her other nipple and laughed "I'd love to."

                              * * *

"Shit, it's 4:00 already." I'd spent longer exploring the pleasures of sapphic sex than I had planned, but didn't regret a second of it. April - the twenty-something clerk - had turned out to possess an experience far beyond her years. Fingering the purse beside me, I laughed as I wondered how Dad would react when he found the tape of his wife making it with another woman. What would he say when he saw the mother of his children wearing a black PVC miniskirt and handcuffs, fucking her own ass with the handle of a black leather whip while another woman pounded her pussy with a strap-on dildo? Would he puke or cum when he heard his frigid little wifey scream in ecstasy and beg for her dyke lover to use her and abuse her harder and harder?

Feeling around to make sure the tape was safely hidden beneath the seat, I realized I would have to make a copy for myself before planting it where Dad would be sure to find it. I had no idea how he would react, but I couldn't let him destroy the only evidence of mom's wanton ways. In addition to being great jerk-off material, it just might serve as the basis for some nasty blackmail.

I wished I could have spent more time exploring my purchases, but the quality of April's instruction had more than made up the lost quantity. Deciding I should pick up some take- out on the way home, I reached under my skirt and switched on the pocket vibrator she had left in my twat as a gift. Smiling all the while, I even fingered my clit to orgasm as I ordered our burgers and fries, giving the drive-thru kid a horny fucking treat.

                              * * *

"So, how'd you enjoy your day?" mom asked me. "I see you didn't do a lick of housework, so you must have kept yourself busy some other way."

"Mmm, that I did," I replied. "Give it a few days and I'm sure you'll find out all about it."

"Yes, well, you're likely in for a few surprises next time you go out as well."

Shrugging, I knew than whatever she had done would pale in comparison to my own experiences. Smiling, I told her "Well, it's been fun, but I think it's time for this game to end."

"So, what do you want me to do about it?" Leaning back in her chair, she lit up a cigarette, polluting my lungs with her filthy habit.

"Hey," I scowled, "Get that out of my mouth and switch us back."

Mom just shrugged and took a deep, long drag. "Don't know how." Hiking up her pants in a bad parody of a studly cowboy, she told me "Maybe things will be different when you wake up. Me, I've got to get to work."

Oh, shit. She was gonna get me fired! She didn't know the first thing about what I did. "You can't," I told her. "Call in sick or something. Please."

"Sorry, but I want to get the full experience of being Carl." Turning, she began walking away, but stopped suddenly. "Oh, I guess I should warn you . . . " she smiled mischievously.

"Warn me of what?"

"Well, my period's due to start any day now, so your Dad will probably want to fuck tonight before you get all messy."

"No way," I told her. "I think I feel a headache coming on."

Still smiling, she told me "If you're feeling brave, offer to give him a blowjob. That usually exhausts him for the night. Otherwise, he'll want to fuck you while he plays with your tits and chews on your tongue. He can get pretty rough."

"Please, ma, enough." Certain she was behind this whole perverse day, I begged "Switch us back, please. I'm sorry I put you down, I am."

"I told you, I had nothing to do with it." Without another word, she turned and rushed down the stairs, leaving me to my nightmare. Swallowing loudly, I figured I had better do everything I could to discourage the old man.

                              * * *

When I finally crawled into bed an hour later, I was wearing curlers, a mudpack, and mom's flannel pj's with the feet in them. Also, I had refused to brush my teeth, hoping bad breath would act as a final deterrent.

"Mmm, honey . . ."

"Night, Da- ah - darling." Barely catching myself in time, I told him "See you in the morning."

Snuggling up close beside me, Dad smiled "You little tease. You know how I love to lick that lime shit off your face and rip out your curlers with my teeth." Already nibbling at my neck, he added "And that cute little outfit turns me on like you wouldn't believe."

Fuck! How was I supposed to know he had this perverse fetish for curlers and crap? I'd hoped to turn him off, but he was actually turned on by it all. Either that, or he was desperate. Either way, I was in deep shit.

"Mmm-hmm." Fondling my tits through the thick material, he suggested "Why don't you chow down on Mr. Stiffy while I remove your curlers." Already pushing me down the bed, he added "Then, once I've cum all over you pretty little face, I can lick you really clean."

No, I couldn't. Despite my new body, I was still a man, There was no way I could go down on another guy's cock. And there was definitely no way I was gonna do my own father. Unfortunately, my body seemed to have other ideas. The treacherous thing was getting aroused despite my protests, stiffening my nipples, swelling my clit, and dampening my pussy. As disgusted as I was with what he wanted me to do, I felt hornier than I ever had as a guy.

Trapped in my mother's weaker body, I couldn't resist the pressure dad had on my shoulders. He was forcing my down the length of his body, and I could already smell the musky scent of his cock. "Open wide, baby," he cooed, "Daddy's got a big surprise for his little girl."

Staring at the tip of his cock, I quickly weighed my options. Either I sucked him off, or I let him fuck me silly while we slobbered all over each other's faces. Deciding that fellatio would be easier on my conscience (barely), I closed my eyes and took his rigid member into my mouth.

"Oh, fuck, yesss! Suck me, baby, suck me good." Thinking back to that afternoon, I pretended he was April and that his cock was just another of our pussy-juice-coated dildos. If nothing else, it allowed me to repress the urge to gag. Alternately sucking and blowing, I tried to lick all the tender spots that girlfriends had licked on me. I figured that the better the blowjob, the quicker he'd come, and the quicker it would all be over.

"Mnnggghhh." Gasping in surprise, I felt one of Dad's toes enter my cunt. Opening my eyes in surprise, I was struck by the image of my lipsticked lips riding up and down my father's cock, disgusted by the thought that I was trying desperately to milk him of his cum in record time. Having him stimulating my pussy was all I needed. That felt incredible, and I was afraid I might confuse the two sensations and begin enjoying the blowjob as well.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Methodically ripping the last of the curlers from my hair, Dad told me "I'm nearly there, Deb, almost ready to cum! Arrgghhh, not much longer." Panting, he begged "Deepthroat, deepthroat. Take my shaft, kiss my balls and that'll finish me of."

It was a good thing mom's body had the reflexes to honour his request, because the thought made me want to throw up. However, if that's what it would take to end this, I'd do it. Taking a deep breath, I plunged his cock into my mouth in one fluid motion, not stopping until I could feel his pubic hair tickling my nose. I'd only given his balls a few cautionary licks when he pushed me away and groaned "Here it comes, babe, here comes your creamy treat!"

Holding my head in place, Dad panted through clenched teeth as his cock exploded, showering my face with his cum. Again and again and again, his gooey white seed splashed against my face, coating my cheeks, forehead, nose and lips with his cum. It was all I could smell and, to my disgust, all I could, taste. Unfortunately, mom's body loved the taste and I found myself licking my lips clean without even thinking about it.

"Come here, you cum-faced whore," he growled, dragging me up the bed. Rolling us over until he was on top, he licked my face clean, pausing occasionally to share the taste of my cum and lime facial with me. How could he be getting off on this? Dad had never shown any sign of being gay, but this clearly was not the first time he had enjoyed the taste of his own prick-juice.

Finally, clean off all but his slobber, it was over. I was disgusted and ashamed of what I had done, but at least it was over. Thanking him for a great night, I rolled over and pretended to be asleep, hoping he would take the hint. At first, it seemed to be working, but just as I began to drowse off I felt something press against the opening to my pussy. Afraid to open my eyes, I gasped as his stiffening rod penetrated my gash, making use of the lubrication that had built up during my blowjob. Kissing me on the back of the neck, he cooed "You just lie there and enjoy it honey. I want to thank you for the best blowjob ever, and I think an orgasm is just what the doctor ordered."

Digging my face into the pillow to keep from screaming, I felt tears of shame roll down my cheeks. First, my efforts to turn him off had backfired drastically. Then, a desperation blowjob became his best ever. Now, my own father was fucking me, which could only end with him flooding my womb with his sperm. Disgusted and ashamed, it was all I could do to lie there and just wait for it to be over.

                              * * *

"Uh, oh! Look what Debra did."

"Huh?" Waking up, I glanced up to see myself standing beside the bed. We hadn't changed! I was still my mother! My well- fucked, cum-filled mother! Nevertheless, feeling the wetness between my legs, it was all I could do to resist the temptation to dip a finger in the cummy mess and lick it clean. Her body possessed some powerful urges, and didn't seem to care who was in control.

"Get up," mom urged. "Hurry up and get your ass into the bathroom before you bleed all over the place."

"Oh, shit!" I groaned. "He tore me open, didn't he?" Sobbing, I told her "It was too big! I couldn't stop him!"

"No, you silly twat," mom sighed "It's your period."

Oh fuck, oh shit, of christ. I couldn't handle this. "Help me," I pleaded, "I don't know what to do."

"Oh, all right." Leading me into the bathroom, she promised "I'll help you with your first tampon, but then it's up to you." Sitting me down on the toilet, she suggested "Take a good piss first, then we'll clean you up and pop your Tampax in."

"Why didn't we switch, mom?" I asked. "Are we trapped?"

"Don't know," she shrugged, "But it isn't the end of the world. Hell, I got you a two dollar an hour raise last night."

Finally, something good was going to come out of this. "How?" I asked. "I'm not even in the union yet."

"You are now." Smiling, mom pulled a box of tampons from the medicine cabinet as she began to explain. "Those three guys in D- zone are some well-hung bastards." Fondling the plastic applicator of my very first tampon, she kissed the tip and explained "I blew them all during lunch, and they gave me your union membership and the raise."

"No," I sobbed, shaking my head "Please say you're kidding." I could see now, that even if I did manage to get my old life back, I wouldn't be safe. Either as mom or myself, some guy was going to be expecting the worst from me.

Handing me the unwrapped tampon, she laughed and confirmed my fears. "The only catch is they expect such service everynight. Of course, their cum tastes much better than your father's, so you should enjoy it."

Roughly inserting the tampon, mom gave my tits a quick pinch and then backed away. Dropping her pants, she whipped out what used to be my cock and asked "Want to practice a bit? After all, it's not too often a guy gets the chance to suck his own cock."

The combination of circumstances, shame, guilt, and female hormones was too much. Breaking down completely, I wailed and shook upon the toilet, afraid to spend another day as my mother and equally afraid to return to my old life. Arms wrapped around me, I rocked back and forth in despair, not caring who saw.

Still smiling, mom zipped up her jeans and turned to leave. As she passed through the bedroom she called back "As soon as you're done feeling sorry for yourself, you might want to do a load of laundry. Bloodstains set in quickly, you know." Laughing, she walked out without another word, leaving me to my nightmare .  .  

                      Part 2: Consequences

                                

                              * * * 

"See ya later, hon!"

My eyes clenched tightly shut, I buried my head in the shower's downpour. I couldn't answer him. I just couldn't. After what he had put me through last night, I didn't want to ever see him again.

"Hey!"

Startled, I stumbled backwards, just barely catching myself on the soap-ledge. "Son of a bitch!" I screamed at him. "Get the fuck out!"

Confused, Dad asked "What is it, Deb? Is something wrong?"

Ha! Something wrong? Talk about your understatements! The only problem was, I couldn't explain. Either he'd never believe me or, worse, think me crazy and send me off to see some shrink. "Ah, no," I lied, forcing myself to sound calm. "You just startled me. Sorry."

Sceptical, he asked "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, thanks." Pushing myself away from the wall, I started lathering up my long, auburn hair, hoping he'd take the hint. When he still didn't leave, I forced a smile and told him "Go on, enjoy yourself. You've been talking about this fishing trip for weeks."

Dad grinned. "Biggest damn catch in years, according to Ted. We gotta go." Then, more serious, he asked "You sure you're okay? I mean, I want to be here for you if . . ."

"Get going," I replied, meaning it. "I'll be fine. Just, you know, woman stuff."

"Ah, say no more." Dad held his hands up in mock-horror as he stepped back. "See ya later, hon. I'll call you."

"Yeah, bye." The moment I heard the bathroom door close, I slid down to the floor in despair. Hugging my knees, I just sat there, wishing the water could wash away my shame; desperately wanting its scalding heat to burn away the embarrassing agony; needing some kind of release from the living hell that had become my life.

Less than two months ago, I'd been a college graduate with a decent job. Things hadn't been great, but they could have been a lot worse. I hated living at home, and didn't get along with my family - especially my mother - but was only a year away from paying off my student loans and moving into a place of my own. That's when it happened.

Mom and I'd had another fight - nothing unusual - and had said some nasty things to each other. No big deal, right? Wrong! Somehow - I don't know how or why - we awoke the next morning to find ourselves in the other's body. Suddenly, I was my mother, and my mother was me. Maybe it was some cosmic joke, or some supernatural attempt to make us understand each other better. Whatever, it failed miserably. We both abused the situation, and it seems we're stuck with the consequences.

Crying softly, I grabbed my washcloth and began gently rubbing my teeth, gums and lips. Raw, swollen, and even bleeding in places, my mouth was awash with pain, bringing fresh tears to my eyes.

During my first day as Mom, I'd purchased a bunch of sex toys and bondage equipment, hoping Dad would discover the stuff and punish Mom appropriately. Of course, when we didn't switch back, I hid all the stuff, but Mom must have found it and moved it to where Dad couldn't miss it - his underwear drawer.

Last night, he decided to indulge me in what he thought was my new fantasy. Climbing into bed, he rolled on top of me, pinned me to the mattress, and grinned. "Is this want you want, nasty, nasty girl?" he asked, handcuffing my wrists to the bed. I'd demanded to know what he thought he was doing, but he silenced me with the blood-red ball-gag I'd purchased. Far too tight, it was what had done so much damage to my mouth.

"Bastard," I spat, watching a pink swirl of blood disappear down the drain. Grabbing the spongeglove Mom warned me to use for my 'intimate cleansing needs' I soaped it up and began rubbing between my legs. "Owww! Shit! Ooohhh, it hurts!" Every swipe across the inflamed, naturally pink flesh was agony, but the pain of remembering was worse.

Intrigued by the toys, Dad had started by fucking my cunt with the thickest of my dildoes. No working up in size, no preparation, he'd just slammed it home, trusting in my natural lubrication to do the work for him. Then, tiring of that, he'd shoved the largest of my buttplugs up my ass, again dry and without lubrication. I remember crying out, almost passing out thanks to the fiery burst of pain, but he actually thought I was enjoying it!

Unable to stand the pain anymore, I dropped the glove and laid down in the tub. Hands beneath me, I tried to raise my pelvis up so that the scalding water was raining down into the gaping hole of my pussy. "Fuccckkk! Arghhhh!" That hurt too, but I had to clean out every trace of his penetration. I couldn't stand the thought of his damned seed inside me.

I'd thought Dad's cock was big the first time I'd had to perform my wifely duties. Terrified that he would split me in half, I'd only been saved by the fact that Mom's body was used to him. However, turned on by our bondage 'games', his cock had swollen to truly grotesque proportions. Combined with the pressure from my ass, it had been a tight fit inside my pussy, and he'd shown no mercy. If only I'd been able to enjoy it, to relax, perhaps I could have come through it in better shape.

By the time the water turned cold, I knew it was no use. No matter how hard or how much I scrubbed, I'd never be clean. Turning off the taps, I climbed out, wrapped a towel around myself and sat on the floor. Surprisingly, after dad's none-too- gentle whipping, the cold hard tiles were a welcome relief. "What am I gonna do?" I asked the empty room. "What am I gonna do?"

                              * * *

"Debra, hi!" Smiling, the blonde visitor leaned forward and kissed my cheek. 

"Hey, Shar." A genuine smile on my face, I invited her in. "Why don't you grab a coffee? I'll join you in a moment."

"Thanks."

Closing the door behind her, I rushed to put the vacuum cleaner away. Of all Mom's - now my - friends, I liked Sharlene best. A few years older than Mom, she had an open, carefree nature about her. She liked to drink a bit too much, had poor taste in guys, and could swear like a sailor, but even as Carl I'd liked her. Actually, I'd had my fair share of fantasies about the two of us but, while she liked to tease, that was as far as she'd go.

"Shar?"

"In here," she called from the living room.

As I joined her on the couch, taking the extra cup of coffee from the table, I was actually happy. Determined not to waste the rare mood, I asked "So, what brings you by?"

For a moment, she remained silent, as if she wasn't sure what to say. Finally, she replied "To be honest, you." Sipping her coffee, she asked "How have you been? I mean, really."

Damn. Just by asking the question she forced me relive the horrors, the memories, and the moods. Why couldn't we just have a nice, friendly chat? "Why do you ask?" I replied, coldly.

"Come on, Deb. You know fucking well what I mean. You've been distracted, depressed, moody - a lot more so that usual. I'm worried about you."

"I'll be fine," I lied. "Thanks for asking."

"Shit, Deb, don't do this to me. We've been friends for too fucking long." Putting her coffee down on the table, she slid closer. "You know I won't give up until you tell me, so why don't you save us both the trouble."

As much as I hated her for interfering in my life, I loved her for being so concerned. Caught between a desire to throw her out and a longing to confess, I chose the later. "It's . . . shit, it's my whole damned life," I told her. Staring into the black pool of steaming coffee, I explained as best I could, without revealing the more incredible details. "Things haven't been the same for a long time. Carl and I haven't spoken in weeks, I feel like shit, and Phil . . ." How the Hell could I explain that? He still thought of me as his willing wife but, for me, every night we spent together was nothing less than rape. I hated him for it, loathed him really, but deep down knew he didn't deserve it.

"Fuck, I knew it," Sharlene nodded. "That bastard's done something, hasn't he? Has he hurt you?" Grabbing my hand, she demanded "Tell me, Debra, tell me so I can help you!"

"No, it's not like that," I protested. As much as I hurt, he was still my father, and - from his point of view - he hadn't done anything wrong. "I just, well, can't do it any more. The fucking, the sucking, the whole package. Maybe it was fun once, but now all I feel is shame and disgust."

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry." Grabbing my hands, she admitted "I was always afraid of this. I wanted to be wrong, but saw it coming long ago."

"What do you mean?" I asked, silently cursing the tears in my eyes.

Sharlene sighed. Moving closer, she laid a comforting arm around my shoulder, clearly uncomfortable herself. "I know where all this is coming from. I wondered for a long time, but didn't really know until last year."

"I - I don't understand." I sensed she had misunderstood my problems, but there was no way to correct her without telling the rest of my story. 

"Deb, honey, you have to let me finish. I know you don't want to hear it, but you have to. It's the only way to save you." Taking a deep breath, she told me "Debra, honey, you're a lesbian." I must have gasped or something, because she squeezed my hand before continuing. "I sensed it a long time ago, but you really gave yourself away when you exploded and kicked out Gwen."

"What are you talking about?" There was no way my mother was a lesbian, and I felt the need to defend her. Even after our fights, I couldn't let such accusations pass without argument.

"Deb, hear me out. Gwen's being a lesbian wasn't what got you so upset. What REALLY bothered you was the fact that her being around forced you to confront your own feelings. I know it sounds like some psychobabble bullshit, but it's true." Looking me directly in the eyes, she told me "You've been fighting this since before we ever met. You were so determined to deny it, you got married and had two kids - just like any good, normal heterosexual woman."

It did sound like pure psychobabble. However, a small part of me had to wonder if she was right. "Shar . . ." What could I say? Even if she were wrong about Mom, she might be right about me. I was trapped in a woman's body, hostage to its hormones and emotions, but my mind was pure man, pure Carl. As I thought back on the last couple months, I realized my only positive sexual experience had been with that salesgirl in the adult toy store. What if I was trapped forever? If I couldn't force myself to enjoy sex with another man, what choice did I really have?

Just remembering how good this body could feel made me want it again. Taking a big chance, I smiled, leaned forward, and pressed my lips against Sharlene's. She was clearly surprised, but it wasn't long before she yielded, returning my kiss with equal passion.

"Mmm, that was nice," I whispered, breaking away. "I . . . I want you, Shar. I need you." Flushed and excited, I pulled off my sweatshirt, hoping I hadn't misread her. 

"Deb, we can't. I can't." As she shook her head softly, I saw a single tear escape her dark blue eyes. "We're friends, I can't take advantage of that."

"Please, Shar." Grabbing her hands before she could leave, I smiled. "You're not taking advantage, trust me. I . . . I won't say I love you, not yet, but I feel closer to you than anyone I've ever met." Strangely enough, that was true. "This is something I want," I told her, "But only if you want it too."

"Shit, I do want it," she sighed, "But I don't want you to hate me for it tomorrow. I need you more as a friend than as a lover."

"Shar, shh." Kissing her again, I promised "We can be both." Still, she seemed hesitant, but when I raised her hand to cup my breast, she finally gave in.

"Oh, I've wanted this for soooo long," she moaned. Pulling back for a moment, we both disrobed, heeding some signal we felt, rather than heard. Then, naked, we embraced once again and fell back onto the cushions of the couch. Unlike my first taste of lesbian delights, this felt natural, romantic - not quick and sleazy. Whether Mom was a closet lesbian or not, my new body was reacting in ways it never had to Dad.

For a long while we just laid there, exchanging soft kisses while we explored each other's bodies with our hands. Sharlene was slightly taller than me, and just a little bit skinnier. Our breasts were of a comparable size - a little bigger than average, and sagging just a bit - but her nipples were twice the size of mine. Intrigued, I decided to start my oral explorations there.

"Mmmm, Deb . . ." Sharlene was breathing just a bit heavier now as I slid down her body to take one of her swollen nipples in my mouth. Kissing it, I sucked gently while probing its stiff centre with my tongue. Meanwhile, my hands were kneading her fleshy globes, feeling their soft heaviness.

"Ooooh, that feels wonderful . . ." After a few minutes of my loving caresses, Shar smiled and nudged me aside and beneath her. "I want to taste you," she gasped, running her tongue down my body. "I want you to feel the touch of another woman."

"Yes, do it," I urged her. Eyes closed, I played with my own breasts while she lowered her head between my thighs. As she began nuzzling the outer lips of my labia, her touch was so delicate, I barely felt a thing. Moving towards the hidden treasure beneath, she slowly increased the speed and pressure of her tongue, causing me to gasp and moan in pleasure. Clearly, this was not her first time.

Feeling a little guilty, I just laid there and enjoyed her tender, loving ministrations. Except for the two of us, the world had ceased to exist. "Ahhhh, god, Shar!" Now she was nuzzling my clit, sucking it just as I had sucked her nipples. Before long, I felt my whole body begin to vibrate with delightfully alien sensations. It was as if my pussy and my breasts were directly connected, and the pleasure just kept mounting. "Unngghh, ungghh, ooohhhh, Shhhhhaaaaarrrrr!" When the climax finally hit, I literally saw stars. Awash with pleasure, I was feeling things I had never imagined possible.

"My god, Deb - was that your first orgasm?" Raising her red, glistening face from between my legs, Sharlene grinned in delight. "Have you never felt that before?"

I had no idea about Mom, but that was definitely the first orgasm I had experienced in her body. A hundred times more intense than anything I remembered from my life as Carl, I was beginning to see that there might be some advantage to being a woman after all. "I . . . I don't know. All I know is I've never felt like that before."

Pleased, she slithered up my body and kissed me softly. I could taste my own juices on her lips, but they seemed to taste better just because she had coaxed them out. "I'm glad I could share that with you," she whispered. "I've wanted to for so long."

"Thank you." Now it was my turn to nudge her aside and beneath me. Desperately wanting to repay her for that fantastic gift, I kissed my way down her body, savouring even the taste of her sweat.

"Deb," she asked, "Are you sure? This is a big step."

If I'd ever had any doubts, her honest concern was all the reassurance I needed. She had done what she'd done out of friendship and love, expecting nothing in return. How could I call myself a friend if I didn't at least try to repay that debt. "Yes," I grinned, "I want to do this. I want to taste you, to explore you, to make you feel as good as I do now."

With that, I delved into her own moist snatch, making up for my lack of experience with my honest desire to please. Much to my delight, that was only the beginning of our afternoon of adventure.

                              * * *

Dad returned from his fishing trip a week later. The dirty, smelly laundry he brought back, I could deal with. His horny, I- missed-my-wifey, self I couldn't. Luckily, I was feeling rotten, and the sight of me puking all over the bathroom floor was enough to cool his libido.

"See you later, Deb." Concerned, he kissed me on the cheek before leaving for work. "Hope you feel better."

"Uggghh, not bloody likely," I groaned. As soon as he stepped out the door, I fell forward to rest my head on the table. I felt like shit, and worrying about him all night hadn't helped any.

"Hey, ma!" Slamming the door behind her, Mom grinned. "Ah, what's the matter with the little girl?"

"Fuck off. I don't need you right now."

"Ooh, looks like PMS." Grabbing a cup of coffee, she hopped up on the counter.

As tired and sick as I felt, I was still alert enough to know that the plant was closed weekends. So, if she wasn't destroying me at my old job, where the hell had she been until seven o'clock in the morning? "Where the fuck were you?"

"On a date." Grinning mischievously, she pulled a pack of smokes from her pocket. "I had a great time."

I desperately wanted to believe she had been with a woman. Even though it wasn't my body - or my life - anymore, I was still concerned with how people saw me, or her, now. "Really? Who was the lucky tramp and how much did she cost you?"

"Funny, ma, real funny." Dumping her coffee down the sink, she blew a cloud of smoke in my face on her way to the fridge. Cracking open a beer, she told me "Not that it's any of your business, but Dave and I had a great fucking time."

I should have known. "Another faggot, eh?" Slamming my fist down on the table, I yelled "You won't be happy until you've completely ruined me, will you?"

Ignoring me, she sighed "You should have seen him. Big, black, and hung like a horse. He tasted great, he felt great, and talk about stamina! Woo-hoo!" Grabbing her crotch, she turned around and thrust out her ass. "Wanna feel how LOOSE you are?"

I just closed my eyes and shook my head. Hearing how she was destroying my life was one thing, but seeing her abuse my body was too much. I mean, drinking, smoking, partying hard, sleeping with a different guy every night. It was enough to make me wonder whether or not I wanted it back. The bitch of it was, while I certainly didn't want my ruined life back, I was no happier in her body, her life.

"Well," she belched, "See ya later. I gotta shower and then meet Al downtown. I'm gonna get your prick pierced." Leering at me as she passed, she suggested "Maybe I'll let you sample the new you when I get back."

Whatever response I may have had in mind was forgotten as I bolted for the bathroom, sick again.

                              * * *

A month later, I was feeling no better. Worried, Dad insisted I see the doctor, but our loving 'son' suggested the gynaecologist instead. Dad agreed, and Mom made the appointment for me. It was a humiliation I didn't need, but what could I do?

"I'll be right back, Mrs. Chambers."

With a polite but insincere smile, the nurse left me alone in the examining room. Feeling naked in the throw-away paper gown, I rubbed at my sore breasts. I'd just experienced my first mammogram, and wasn't eager to repeat the experience. "Yeah, 'this might pinch a bit' my ass," I complained to the empty room. Whoever came up with the idea of squishing a woman's tit in a vice then bombarding it with x-rays must have been a real sadist.

Too nervous to wait patiently on the exam table, I wandered around instead. Scared that something was really wrong, I stopped in front of the full-length mirror and examined myself. For the first time I took a hard look at Mom's body.

Brushing my hair back over my shoulder, the first thing I noticed was the few strands of grey. Had they always been there, or had I brought them on? Feeling silly for being so vain, I nevertheless leaned forward to examine my face. Framing my brown eyes, tiny nose, and full lips were more wrinkles and creases than I remembered. Again, I had to wonder how many of them were mine.

"Grey hair and wrinkles aren't making you sick," I told myself. Taking a step back, I took in the big picture. My thighs looked a little flabby, I'd put on some weight, and there were a few nasty stretch marks around my midsection - including a long discoloured one on my right side.

"Nothing serious there," I frowned. Following the diagrams beside the mirror, I raised my right arm and used my left to examine my breast. Still sore from the mammogram, I winced but continued. Not finding anything, I switched arms and breasts. My left breast was slightly smaller than the right, but there were no lumps to suggest anything was wrong there.

"Debra, nice to see you again." Smiling, the middle-aged doctor motioned me back to the table. "My nurse will be back for some more tests later, but I want to do a few things in the meantime."

"Okay." Embarrassed, but frightened enough to submit, I let him raise my feet into the stirrups. I thought I'd be okay with it, but as I watched him pick up his instruments I panicked. "What the hell is that?" I asked, staring at what looked like a prop from a cheap sci-fi movie.

"Just relax," he told me. "It's nothing you haven't been though several times before."

How could I explain that I, in fact, hadn't? Suddenly, I gasped, feeling the cold metal penetrate and stretch my vagina well beyond what should have been normal. Maybe it had shrunk since the last time I'd been forced to perform for Dad, but this was almost as painful as it was humiliating. His emotionless prodding and curious, clinical stare didn't help matters.

"Well," he said, removing the torture device, "I'll need the test results to be sure there's nothing else, but I don't think there's anything wrong."

What was he talking about? What was the something else? Why did he need so many tests? I'd already let his Nurse stick me with needles, I'd pissed in a cup - without the easy aim of my old cock - and he'd cruelly invaded my ass and my pussy. What more did he need? I tried to let myself be reassured by his smile, but it didn't work.

                              * * *

"Oh, shit, it won't be long now, babe."

Unable to tell him what had really happened with the gynaecologist, I'd lied and told Dad it was something in my diet. Unfortunately, his relief also meant he no longer saw any reason for us not to have sex. If I wasn't sick, then there could be no harm. Sex was the last thing I wanted, but how could I say no? He'd been a loyal, concerned husband, and I'd denied him for longer than Mom ever had.

Fondling his balls, I resisted the urge to pierce them with my nails. That sensitive sac was the source of so many problems, and the solution seemed so simple. Forcing such thoughts from my head, I removed my hand before it could do any damage, concentrating instead on sucking his cock. Lying between his legs, I released him for a moment so I could take a breath.

"Mmm, ready for a fuck?" he asked. "Is that what my girl wants, huh? Does she want her hubby to take her deep?"

"No!" I hadn't meant to sound so forceful, but it just slipped out. "That is," I amended, forcing a smile, "I want to taste you. I want you deep up here, not deep down there." It killed me to encourage him in any way, but I had to maintain the illusion of being his loving wife. At least, for now.

"Well," he grinned, "The doctor did say you needed to change your diet. What better prescription than a healthy dose of fresh cum?"

I quickly took his manhood back into my mouth before I could say something I might regret. Wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible, I arched my back and lowered my head for a better angle. The suction hollowing my cheeks, I went down on him harder than ever before. I had my eyes closed, unable to watch, so I was shocked to suddenly find my nose nuzzling his hairy sack.

"Oooh, Deb . . ." Grabbing my head to hold me close, he groaned in pleasure. "You . . . you haven't deepthroated me in months. I . . . thought you for . . . forgot how."

He was right. I had his cock halfway down my throat and wasn't even gagging. Damn, Mom must have been a real pro if her body still remembered how to do it. Hell, I'd only had one girlfriend who could even attempt it! Bobbing my head back up and then back down, I really concentrated on feeling his warm hardness penetrate my throat. It was such a feeling of power, of sexual mastery, I managed to forget my disgust for a few moments.

"Shit, Deb, back up, back up!" Grabbing the sweatsoaked bedsheets, he warned "Here . . . it . . . cums!"

I had planned to let him cum on my face, knowing how much he liked it, but there wasn't enough time. His first jet of cum went straight to my stomach, while his second ricocheted off my tonsils. After that, I just held him in my mouth, feeling and tasting the hot, salty, nutty seed as it painted my insides a creamy white. The thought of what I was doing disgusted me, but Mom's body seemed to really like the taste. It must have been a chemical thing because I couldn't not enjoy it.

Finally, he finished cumming, and I felt his cock grow soft in my mouth. Swallowing the last helping of cum, I released him and sighed, feeling an unwelcome heat between my legs. The instant his cock was free of my hot, moist orifice, the disgust and humiliation returned, hitting me hard. As I kissed him goodnight and rolled over to sleep, I knew it would be the last time I gave in to his sexual advances. Not matter what it took, I was finished being the dutiful wife.

                              * * *

"Howdy, ma!" Grinning, she plopped down beside me on the couch and kissed me like a lover, rather than as a mother who'd once been her son.

"Oh, fuck." Pulling away, I scowled, tasting cum on her breath. Was it her own, or another boyfriend's?

"So, what'd old doc Sherwin have to say?" Grinning, she laid back and began stroking her cock through her jeans. "Did he use that little mirror to let you look through the speculum? I always loved being able to see so deep inside me. I still remember one early morning appointment - there were still a few puddles of cum inside."

"You're pregnant," I told her bluntly. "This accursed body you left me with is gonna have a fucking kid."

"What?" Eyes wide, she sat up and, for the first time, looked at me with honest concern in her eyes. "Is he sure?"

"Well, if he ain't, it's not like I'm gonna go for a second opinion." Scared, I told her "Ma, unless we switch back, I'm gonna end up mother to my own brother - or sister. I can't do it."

"Doesn't look like you have much choice," she shrugged, feeling my stomach.

"Ma, please. I'm sorry for everything I said, everything I did. If you have any love left for me, you'll change us back." Crying, I cursed her body's hormones as I promised "I'd rather deal with my old damaged body, rather have people think me a faggot cocksucker, than have to go through with this."

"You're really scared, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yes." It felt so strange to have a normal, ordinary conversation again, I didn't know what else to say. "Please, end this," I asked.

"Carl, I had nothing to do with this bizarre change. Whatever happened, I was as shocked and powerless as you." Gently grasping my hand, she told me "I'm sorry you haven't been able to adjust, but I've come to like your body. Sure, I miss old- fashioned fucking, but it hasn't been that bad." I could tell she was sincere as she suggested "You have to accept what's happened if you're ever going to be happy."

"But I don't WANT to have your baby!" I protested. "It's not fair."

"Carl, honey, it's not my baby." Smiling, she reminded me "You had you first period just a few days after the switch, and I know you had another a month later." Nodding at the shocked expression on my face, she told me "Yes, honey, this is YOUR baby."

Now I didn't know what to think. I'd spent the past few days hating her for leaving me with this burden, but she had nothing to do with it. I may not have wanted to fuck my father, but I had, and I had to accept the consequences. "What am I gonna do?"

"Don't worry, I'll be here," she smiled. "I'll help you through it, and your father will stand by you, count on it."

I could see that she was really happy. Not taking joy in my discomfort or enjoying a mother's revenge - she was happy for me. Confused, I whispered "I . . . I haven't told him yet."

"I understand, but you have to, you know."

"Mommy . . ."

Hugging me close, she cradled my head against her shoulder and rocked me softly. "Just cry it out," she cooed, "Don't feel embarrassed." For a long while we sat like that, neither of us saying a word. It was a kind of intimacy we hadn't shared for years, and it really helped. Finally, she choked "I . . . I'm sorry, too. I never meant to hurt you."

Even through my pain and sorrow, I could tell she meant it. That only made it harder to say what came next. "Mom, I'm sorry if this hurts you, but I can't stay with Dad. The pain, guilt, shame - they're all too much." Forced to accept the fact that I was stuck with this life, I had some tough choices to make. If this life was mine to live, then I'd have to live it as I saw fit.

"Honey, you're just upset." She still sounded like the mother I missed so much, but the way she let me go and scuttled away told me a different story. "You can't have this baby alone. You NEED him."

"Ma, I don't need him." Shit, how was she gonna deal with this? I had hoped to keep the news a secret, but now I had no choice. Getting off the couch, I began pacing back and forth across the living room. "There . . . there's somebody else. Somebody I think I love, whom I can stay with. Someone who will not only support me, but give me what I need. Give me what Dad can't."

"No, you can't do this." Angry, she told me "I'm not going to let you ruin what I have with your father."

"What you HAD," I reminded her. Before she could continue, I blurted out "Mom, it's Sharlene." The look on her face was a mixture of shock and disgust. "We've been lovers for almost two months now, and we're talking about living together." Nervous, I tried my best to explain, but clearly wasn't getting through to her.

"You bastard!" Leaping off the couch, she slapped me across the face, sending me sprawling to the floor. "How dare you? I was willing to forget the slut in your little video, but this is too much. This is no first-day experimentation!"

"Ma, I love her," I cried. How could she be so upset with me being a lesbian, when she'd had nothing but gay experiences in my body? It made no sense. "Shar was right," I gasped, understanding.

"Don't you ever speak that name in this house again. That fucking dyke is no friend of mine!" Hovering over me, she scowled "I forbid you to see her again. You WILL stay with your father and you WILL let him raise your child."

"No, Mom, I won't. Don't you understand? I can't!"

"That's it." Snarling, she picked me up and threw me over her shoulder. "I'm gonna straighten you out once and for all." I fought as hard as I could - punching and kicking and biting and scratching. Unfortunately, there was no way I was gonna overcome the strength my old body possessed.

Heading straight for my old bedroom - now hers - she kicked the door shut behind us. The moment she threw me down on the bed, I rolled off the other side and bolted for the door. Terrified of what she might do, I knew I had to get out of there.

"No you don't!" she screamed. With the long stride of my old legs, she had no trouble meeting me at the door. Slamming my head into the wood, she growled "You're not leaving here until I've fixed you, like I SHOULD have fixed your sister!" Again, she slammed my head into the door, not quite knocking me out but leaving me too dazed to resist. Tossing me back onto the bed, she tore off my clothes and tied my hands to the headboard with my stockings.

"M-Mom, don't. Please." Fighting the dizziness and pain, I offered "We . . . we can work this out."

"Oh, we're gonna work it out, alright. We're gonna work out every deviant, disgusting, dyke thought in your pretty little head." Stripping, she watched me with an insane smile. "Your father has been far too nice, far too gentle with you. It's time you learned how to really please a man."

She was actually gonna do it. She was gonna force me to make love to myself. "No, please!" I begged, hysterical. "Don't do this, don't! You're upset, Mom you're no-"

Shoving her dirty sock in my mouth, she barked "First thing you have to learn is to be QUIET!" As she grabbed the roll of duct-tape beside the bed and taped my gag in place, I spotted her new tatoos. On what had once been my right bicep were the words 'cocksucker' while her left read 'assfucker.' It wasn't enough for her to ruin my life, she had to advertise her spiteful perversions to the world too.

Satisfied that I was bound and gagged securely, she hopped up on the bed and sat on my stomach. Eyes wild, she obscenely fondled my old cock and asked "Do you like what I've done with it? Do you?"

I was stunned. She hadn't been joking when she'd told me she was gonna have my dick pierced. There was a long metal stud jammed through the head, the round ends poking out from the top and bottom. Not only did it look grotesque, it looked painful as hell.

Pressing my tits together, she spat on her hand and wiped it on her cock. "Al got a stud just like this one, but through his tongue. Now, everytime he sucks me, our jewellery does a sexy little dance." Still grinning, she thrust her hips forward and began fucking my breasts.

While her hands were too rough, and the metal stud was cold against my skin, I couldn't deny the fact that it felt good. As scared and disgusted as I was, the sheer kinkiness of being fucked by, well, myself was arousing. I didn't want it to be, but it was.

"See, see!" she laughed, triumphant. "Your nipples are hard as a rock. You are enjoying this!" After a few more thrusts, she released my tits and shuffled backwards down my body. "Mmm, ready to be fucked, huh? Ready to take your own cock inside your pregnant pussy?" Rubbing the studded head across my clit, she moaned "It may be weird, and it may be incest, but I fucking love it!"

With that, she penetrated me with my own cock, her stud scraping its way inside. If anything, it felt worse than Dad's. Unfortunately, the moment I thought of him, the mysterious arousal faded. Ashamed and disgusted, I could only watch as my Mom fucked me with what used to be my cock. In a sense, I was raping myself.

"You obviously haven't been keeping your father happy," she sneered. "You're far too tight. Men like a pussy that's soft and squishy and really, really loose. If you're gonna be a woman, you gotta have a proper cunt!" Using one hand to squeeze and pinch at my nipples, she leaned over and reached into the drawer of the bedside table.

"Look what I've got," she smiled devilishly. Slapping my face with two of the dildoes I'd purchased so long ago, she laughed at the shock in my eyes. "Thought you got rid of these, didn't you? Well, I saved them from the trash, along with a few other goodies." Still laughing, she laid the buttplug between my tits and the ben-wa beads across my face.

"Unnggghhh! Oooohhnnn unnnninnnnn ooooihhhh!" Screaming into my makeshift gag, I thrashed around, unable to dislodge her. As much as Dad had hurt me with these toys, at least his intentions had been good. Mom, though, was clearly out to hurt me deliberately.

"What's that?" she asked. "You want them all at once? My, you are a nasty little slut." Pulling out of my cunt, she forced my legs apart with her knees. "Your little salesgirl bitch seemed to like these," she reminded me. Taking the string of beads into her mouth, she made a show of slobbering all over them. Then, removing them slowly, one by one, she grinned "Let's see if they bring you as much pleasure." Before I could even scream, she began inserting the little blue treasures up my ass, slapping me between each bead.

Strangely, they didn't feel all that bad. Perhaps, under other circumstances, they might even be pleasant. Unfortunately, what came next was something I knew I could never enjoy. Snatching the buttplug from between my tits, Mom placed its rubber base against my gagged mouth. I could see that it was the monster Dad had inflicted upon me. "Watch," she told me, "Watch what I've trained your body to do!" Turning, she lowered her ass over my head until the plug was against my old asshole. Then, with hardly any effort at all, she seemed to suck it inside, landing on my face with a sickening splat.

"Not the biggest I've taken, but you get the idea." Moaning and groaning, she began gyrating her hips, making it seem as if I were fucking her with my face. God, she was really enjoying this! It had been the worst pain Dad had put me through, but my old body was taking it like it was nothing. Disgusted, I realized she hadn't told me half the degrading things she'd done since the switch.

Rising off my face, Mom made sure I had a front row seat as she pulled the plug out of her ass. "Now do you see how much I love you," she whispered in my ear. "I even lubed it up for you." Terrified, I bucked my hips off the bed, trying to dislodge her. "Stop it!" Growling, she backhanded me across the face repeatedly until I gave up. "Good little sluts don't resist!"

Without further ado, she rammed the shit-covered buttplug up my ass, forcing the ben-wa beads even deeper inside. Being stretched so much, so fast, was agony, but the lubrication did help. Unfortunately, while the physical pain was milder, the emotional scars cut much deeper than ever before.

"You see," she told me softly, "You have to keep yourself good and loose in both holes, especially now. Once your belly gets all big and swollen with your baby, Daddy won't be able to fuck you like he enjoys." Kissing my nose, she began playing with my nipples. "Instead, you'll have to let your loving husband take you up the ass. It's your duty."

We had passed well beyond the point of just taking revenge against my acts of lesbianism. No, she was using me to lash out against Dad and me both. Hell, she was taking revenge against any guy she'd ever slept with. Clearly, she wouldn't be happy until I learned to be the willing, submissive slut she'd felt the need to be for so long. Knowing that helped me to cope with the immediate situation, but suddenly the future was a far scarier place.

"Mmm, you like that feeling, don't you?" she asked. Reaching down between my legs, she began turning the buttplug around and around. I was loose enough now that it didn't hurt, but I still didn't see how she could enjoy it. It just felt like taking a shit, only kinda in reverse. "You do like it, don't you?" she demanded, angry. Hoping it would satisfy her, cool her down, I nodded weakly. Anything, to get this ordeal over with.

"Good! My little girl is learning." Clapping, she took one of the dildoes into her mouth and made a show of sucking it. Then, sighing, she pulled it out and complained "These plastic pricks just don't compare to the real thing. Oh well." Shrugging, she told me "They'll do - for now."

Feeling the much smaller dildo sink into my moist pussy was the first bit of pleasure she'd let me have. I had enjoyed my occasional experiments with the dildoes, loving the smaller size and total control I had over the experience. Closing my eyes, I forced myself to relax, hoping she'd let me have some fun. It wasn't to last.

"Don't get too comfortable," she leered. "That's just the beginning. Did you really think a dildo was all you needed? Of course not!" Grabbing my nipples between her fingers, she twisted and pulled with all her strength. "You need a man, slut, not some cheap toy!" With that, she pressed her cock against the entrance to my pussy, forcing it to open wider than ever before. "Arrggh, so fucking tight. TOO fucking tight." With one last, agonizing thrust, she was inside me, joining her plastic companion.

Holding the dildo against her cock, she began fucking me with both invaders at once. It was a confusing, almost schizophrenic experience. The bottom wall of my pussy was sending mild signals of pleasure to my brain, caressed as it was by the smooth dildo. The top was sending signals of pain and pleasure at the same time, the metal stud threatening to rip a hole through my pink inner flesh.

To my relief, she didn't last long. Filled with rage, anger, excitement, and a forbidden lust, Mom was unable to control herself. As much as I know she would have liked to prolong my agony, she couldn't hold back. With a final, silent grimace of ecstasy she exploded within me, filling my pussy with what I now knew would never again be my cum.

"Whew." Wiping the sweat from her brow, she leaned down and kissed each of my tits. "That was a good lesson, but I'm afraid you didn't seem to be paying attention." This time, when she laughed, I could hear a maniacal echo inside it. She was dangerously on edge, and I knew the worst was yet to come.

"Be right back, mommy." Climbing off the bed, she explained "Gotta get my smokes and a beer. I might as well enjoy myself while you learn to suck some cock."

As I watched her exit the room, I completely broke down. Bawling my eyes out, I was powerless to keep my body from trembling. I'd been so close to escape this afternoon, and now I was trapped in a worse hell than ever before. Now that she'd had me once, Mom would never let me be free. No matter what it took, she'd keep me for her and Dad's pleasure. For the first time I contemplating ending my life.

                              * * *

". . . wake up. Deb, Deb? Please, Debra, please wake up."

Groggy, I opened my eyes to find Shar kneeling beside me. Her hair was a mess, her makeup was ruined, and she was crying, but she was still the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. "Sh- Shar." It was an effort to even force that much beyond my abused throat. "Wha-"

"Shh, don't speak." Pressing a soft finger against my lips, she smiled. "I'm taking you away from here. We're going home." As she helped me off the bed, I could see she had cut through my stocking bonds.

"Wait," I croaked. Pulling what was left of the restraints from my wrists, I dropped them on the floor. Beneath, my arms were red, raw and swollen from my struggles. Leaning against her for comfort and support, I gasped "Tha-thank you." Taking a painful breath, I added "L-love you."

"I love you too, Deb." Sniffling, she smiled "Now, let's get the fuck out of this shithouse before the other asshole comes back." Leading me out of what used to be my bedroom, she had to push my old body aside with her feet. Unable to speak, I looked to her for an explanation. "I came to see how you were doing, and Carl flipped out. Started calling me names, ranting and raving, he said he wasn't going to let me ruin you like I'd ruined Gwen."

My god. It wasn't enough that Mom had used me to get revenge against the men of the world. No, she had to accuse Sharlene of being some lesbian seductress - as if she were responsible for Mom's own confusing and conflicting desires.

"I knew right away you were in trouble, and tried to force my way in. He slammed the door shut, but I smashed through your living room window and chased him up the stairs. Don't ask me how I knew, but something told me that I had to save you." Wrapping her coat around my bruised and naked body, she rushed me out the front door and into her car.

"Wha-what do?"

To my relief, she understood the half-question. "I kicked his knees out from behind, then jumped on his fucking balls. Damn, I love highheels." Her laughter was contagious, and it wasn't long before I joined her. "While he laid there cursing and crying, I grabbed the lamp from his room and smashed him over the head with it." By now I was laughing hysterically. I knew it wasn't healthy, and was only a way of putting off the tears, but I was truly enjoying the justice of it all.

As my friend, my lover, carried me into her - no, our - house, I knew I was home. I needed her, but it went much further than that. I sensed we were meant to be together, and I wasn't about to let anyone ruin what we had.

"Come on, honey. Let's get you cleaned up." Gently lowering me into the tub, Shar took off her own clothes and climbed in behind me. Turning on the taps, she let the water run and took me in her arms, resting my head between her breasts.

She was so sweet, so tender and so loving, I would have been happy to sit there forever. "Shar," I rasped, "Have to . . . tell y-you . . ." I'd been afraid of what she'd say, but I loved her and wanted her to know.

"I know," she whispered, kissing the back of my neck. "And we'll raise her together."

"How-" I began to ask, but collapsed into a minor fit of coughing.

Holding me even tighter, Shar lent me whatever strength I needed. "Carl told me," she explained.

Relieved, I started crying again, only this time they were tears of joy. Looking over my shoulder, I kissed her before asking "How . . . know HER?"

"Debra, darling. No matter what anyone says, she's our child." Kissing me back, she smiled through her own tears. "How could she be anything but a HER?"

She was right. Nodding, I settled back into her embrace and let her wash me clean. Not only of dirt, sweat and blood, but of pain, shame and guilt. With her I was free to become a whole new woman, and I found myself liking that idea. A lot.  

                         Part 3: Justice 

                              * * * 

"Sure you won't join me for dinner?"

"Thanks, but no." Grabbing her dufflebag from the backseat, Gwen slammed the door. Trying her best not to laugh in his face, she waved to the cabbie and turned for the house. "Even if I were straight, I'd have to be awfully drunk to sleep with you," she muttered under her breath. True, the little dark-haired man had smelled almost as bad as he looked, but she knew that wasn't what was bothering her. What had her on edge was the prospect of returning home for the first time in almost three years.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Letting her finger drop from the familiar doorbell, Gwen silently prayed that Carl would answer the door. Her father would be a poor second choice, but far better than having to face her mother so soon. "Come on," she hissed, nervously tapping her heel on the porch.

"Yeah?" Looking half asleep, her brother sneered "Oh, it's you."

Not exactly the reception she had been hoping for. "Jeez Carl - what the hell's your problem?" Smiling, she teased "Rough night at work, or what?"

Carl smiled back, but it was a smile that sent chills down her spine. "Actually, no," he told her. "Got fucked twice by the foreman and sucked off three guys in the shower before coming home." Leaning close, he asked "Can't you smell my cum-breath? Oh, that's right - you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" Flashing her one last grin, he turned and walked down the hall, leaving her standing in the open door.

Stunned and confused, Gwen had no idea what to think. Had she really been gone that long? Stepping anxiously inside, she closed the door behind her, only slightly comforted by the familiar smell of home. "Hello!" she called, wondering where everybody was. "Carl? Dad?" Saying it made her want to turn and run, but she even asked "Mom?"

"What brings you back?"

"Oh!" Startled, Gwen spun around to face her father. "I missed you," she said, staring up into the shadows. Suddenly near-tears - and hating herself for it - she gasped "I've missed everyone so much."

Descending the final few stairs, her father scoffed. "Ahh, poor little girl gets homesick and we're all just supposed to forgive and forget, is that it?" Fixing his brown eyes on her, he demanded "Is that what you came back for? Huh?"

"This was a bad idea." Gwen was heartbroken to find that everyone had abandoned her, but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing it. "I think I'll just go."

"Not so fast, you cunt." Snarling, her father grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall. "Look at you," he spat. "All skin and bones, with your pink hair and hooker make-up. Probably got some rings and shit through your tits and your pussy, don't you? Well," he demanded, "Answer me, missy!"

"Let me go!" Twisting out of her father's grasp, Gwen rubbed at her arm. "What is wrong with you? You've snapped worse than Carl!"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?" As he beared down upon her, all she could see was his thick, muscular arms and chest. The rest of him was succumbing to age - including a fair beerbelly - but it was his strength that she feared.

"Look, I'm gone," she promised, backing towards the door. "You'll never have to see me again, okay?"

"No! Not okay!" Furious, he accused "This is all your fault, you know. You're the one that broke apart this family. You're the one that has caused us so much pain and misery." Spittle flying in his rage, he screamed "You're the one who turned your mother into another fucking dyke!"

"What?!" Gwen desperately needed a chance to sit down and think, but now wasn't the time. Too much was happening too fast, and she couldn't deal with any of it. The changes in Carl and her dad were bad enough, but she just couldn't believe what he was saying about her mother. "You're all crazy," she whispered back.

"Yes," he chuckled, "And it's all your fault." Forcing her back against the cold, wooden door, he grinned, a smile more chilling even than Carl's. "Since this is all your fault, I think YOU should do something to pay us back."

"With what?" she screamed back. "Thanks to you guys, I'm unemployed, alone, and broke. What could I possibly . . ." Recognizing the lust in her father's eyes, she trailed off.

"I want you," he told her. "You stole my wife, so you're gonna take her place."

That was it - she wasn't staying around to hear anymore. Lashing out with her pink, stiletto-heeled boot, she kicked her father in the balls, sending him stumbling back in pain. Before he could recover, she slipped out the door and ran across the lawn, jumping the hedge in her haste to get away. Where she was going, she had no idea - she just knew she had to get away.

                              * * *

"Hon? You wanna get that for me?"

"Sure thing." Smiling, I wiped my hands on the dishtowel as I walked towards the door. Shar and I had been together for almost three months now, and things had only gotten better between us. I could feel our child growing larger inside me, and didn't even mind the bit of weight I'd put on. Actually, Shar said it gave me a 'glow' and that was good enough for me.

"Coming!" I called as the frenzied knock repeated itself. Opening the door, I smiled, then dropped my jaw in shock. "G- Gwen."

She looked equally shaken, but I could already sense that something else was bothering her. "Mom?" she asked, as if she didn't believe her eyes.

"Ah . . ." What did I say to that? Sure, I was trapped in our mother's body, but I was nothing like her. I wanted so much to take my sister in my arms and tell her everything was alright, but I wasn't her brother anymore - at least not in her eyes.

"Who is it, Deb?" Combing out her long, blonde hair, Shar wrapped her arms around me and grinned. "Gwen! So good to see you!"

She looked back and forth between us once, clearly at a loss for words. After that, it was all the two of us could do to catch her before she hit the floor, having fainted on the doorstep.

                              * * *

"You two really love one another, don't you?" Gratefully accepting the cup of coffee from Shar, Gwen shook her head in bewilderment. "After all you said to me, after all you did to me, you were really just like me."

Dammit, I wanted to let her think mom had changed, but I couldn't. For one thing, mom didn't deserve such redemption and, for another, Gwen deserved the truth. We had always been close, and I still regretted not standing up for her when our parents had thrown her out. My silence had bothered me then, and time had done nothing to soothe my guilty conscience. As hard as it might be to do, I owed her an explanation.

"Gwen . . . there's something I have to tell you." Frightened, I grasped Shar's hand tightly. "You need to hear this too." Shaking, I told her "Before I begin, I just want you to know I love you, and I hope you can forgive me for not telling you sooner." Sniffling, I admitted "I'm really scared, but . . ."

"Enough," Shar said, "Stop. I can't put you through this."

"Please, I want you to know." I was deeply touched that she could be so concerned about protecting my feelings - I only hoped that what I had to say wouldn't change that.

"I already know," she sighed. "Oh, fuck . . ." Letting go my hand, she jumped up off the couch and began pacing before us. "Shit, I feel like such an asshole. I'm the one who should have said something sooner."

"Would somebody please clue me in?" Gwen asked a-little-too- loudly. "I've had nothing but surprises and shocks since coming home, and I think I deserve an explanation!"

"Alright." Taking a deep breath, Shar simply told her "Gwen, this isn't your mother - I could never love that rotten bitch. It may be your mother's body, but inside she's all Carl."

"What?" She sounded as if she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Your mother and your brother have swapped places, traded bodies, if you like." Nervously wringing her hands, the woman I thought I loved admitted "I did this to them."

Now it was my turn to ask the questions. "Why?" I demanded, hurt and betrayed. "Why did you do this to me?"

"Because I loved you!" Sobbing, she explained how she had always lusted after mom's body, but had never really cared for her as a person. She went on to say how she had always loved me, but was unable to feel any attraction to me physically. "It was the only way," she cried. "The only way we could be together."

"Do you have any idea what you put me through?" Forgetting my sister for the moment, I focussed all my rage on Shar. "I spent months being used and abused by my father, letting him fuck my cunt and my ass, sucking his cock, playing the obedient wife." At that moment, I wanted to kill her for what she had done to me. Talking about it brought back all the painful memories, only deepening the hurt. "You let that bitch of a mother ruin my life, then you let her rape me!"

"Oh my god!" Crying, Gwen crawled onto the couch next to me and took me in her arms. "It's okay, Carl," she said, "I'm here for you." How she had found the strength to accept this fantastic revelation, I had no idea - but I loved her for it. Looking up, she asked "How could you put him through all that?"

"It wasn't supposed to happen like that, I swear!" Kneeling before the couch, Shar wiped a few blonde streaks of hair from her eyes and dropped the final bombshell. "Your father was in on it from day one, Carl." With a grimace she added "But this bastard doublecrossed me."

"What?" Sniffling, I wiped at my red, swollen eyes.

"Your father wanted a divorce," she revealed. "Your mother was - still is - a rabid, cock-loving, cheating slut. Your father knew it, but couldn't prove it. But, if she were to leave him for another woman, the court would have no choice but to see his side of things." I snatched my hand back when she tried to grasp it, but never looked away. She was going to apologize, and she was going to do it to my face. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed, "I had no idea your father would doublecross me, and no idea your mother could be so awful. I intended to rescue you right away, but your dad said you were enjoying it." Her eyes red, puffy and swollen, she finished "Strangely enough, your mom was the one to give it all away."

"You had no right," I screamed back at her. "No right at all! I want my old life back, and I want it now." When she didn't say anything for a few seconds, I grabbed her hair and forced her to look me in the eye. "I want my life back! NOW!"

"Carl, I don't think that's such a good idea." Trying to calm me down, Gwen pleaded with me to take some time and think. "You really don't want to see what mom has done."

Ignoring my sister, I scowled. "Give me my life back."

Shar nodded wearily. "Alright." Standing, she motioned for me to do the same. "Just know that I'll still be here when you change your-"

Cutting her off, I barked "Do it."

                              * * *

Whoa! Dizzy, nauseous, and suffering from a pounding headache, I tried to get my bearings. Slowly coming around, the first thing I realized was that my baby was gone. Strange that that should occur to me first, but I had a decidedly empty feeling inside me. Soon after that, I became aware of the strength and feel of my old body, but it no longer seemed to fit me as it once had. Perhaps I had gotten too used to my new life, but I intended to fix all that.

Not sure where I was or what I was doing, the only thing I knew was that I felt good. A healthy sweat was coating my body, my adrenaline was running high, and my entire body was throbbing in ecstasy. I could sense myself thrusting out my ass and rotating it around, but didn't understand how it could feel so good. At the same time, I could feel this slick, greasy substance clinging to the inside of my mouth, and was powerless to keep my tongue from eagerly lapping it up. Damn, I felt good, smelt good, tasted good and -

"Arggghhh, I love it when you clamp down like that."

That deep, masculine voice seemed to bring me fully to my senses, making me instantly regret that I had ever heard it. I was suddenly assaulted by smells and tastes and feelings that - to my horror - I now recognized. Eyes clenched tightly shut, I didn't want to look, but they popped open a moment later in surprise.

"Hey, I think our boy's taken a liking to ya, Jose!"

Looking back over my shoulder, I saw a huge Mexican pounding away in my ass, his short but incredibly thick cock sliding easily inside my well-lubricated hole. Remembering what it had felt like to have my father cum inside my mother's body, I estimated there had to be a good five or six loads of cum sloshing and squelching around inside me. It disgusted me, made me want to run screaming to the bathroom, but I could already tell it was a feeling this body had gotten used to. And, judging from my painful erection, a feeling it enjoyed!

Squeezing my chin, a bald, black stranger turned my head back around to face him. "I know that feels good, boy, but you got some work to do up here." Grinning, he yanked my jaw down and forced his cock inside. For a brief moment, all I could do was stare down at it in awe, unable to believe how fucking huge it was. Shit, his dick looked like a black baseball bat. Without being told, I knew this was the 'Dave' my mother had bragged about.

"What, you playing hard to get tonight?" he asked. "Feeling like a little pain?" Grabbing my ears, he began roughly fucking my face, forcing his cock deeper each time. There were so many things happening to me, I didn't know what to do. My body was responding eagerly to the abuses being forced upon it, and was clearly used to it. In a way, those automatic responses allowed me to distance myself from the ordeal, but the signals of pleasure being sent to my brain were something I didn't want to deal with. The cock in my ass felt right, the dick in my mouth tasted natural, and the stares and cat-calls of the other men were making me blush.

Already regretting my decision to return to my old life, I realized Gwen had been right to try and change my mind. Tensing, I felt my Mexican cum inside me, adding to the loads already coating my bowels. No sooner had he pulled out then someone else took his place. Still being violently face-fucked by Dave, I was spared the further humiliation of seeing who was now at the other end.

"Achoo!" Recovering from the sneeze, I realized it was Dave's pubic hair that was tickling my nose. Christ, there had been a time when just having the doctor touch the back of my tongue with his popsicle stick would have made me gag, and now I had a good two and a half inches of cock reaching for my adam's apple. Not only that, but I instinctively knew I could take him deeper and keep him there longer than mom's body ever could. That hard, warm, throbbing piece of meat was lodged securely inside me, and there was nothing I could do to get it out.

"Ooohhh, yesss! You're the best little cock-sucker I've ever had, Carl. You always knew how to suck like a whore, but your throat's just learning to stretch nice." Content to just bounce his balls off my face while I reluctantly deepthroated him, Dave continued to tell me just how much he appreciated it. "Fuccckkkk, pretty soon you'll be able to take that stallion you've always talked about. Yeaahhh, imagine having all that horse-cum poured down your throat, huh boy? All that ooey, gooey, slimy, salty semen for my slurping slut-boy."

No, no, no! This was too much - I didn't want to deal with it, couldn't deal with it. Even if I stayed in this body, mom's new friends would make sure I fulfilled the lifestyle she had begun. Looking around me, I could see at least another five guys stroking hard cocks, just waiting for their turn - and had no idea how many she had already taken. There was no love here, no caring, no emotion. This was pure lust, merely physical satisfaction. Gagging down a fresh load of Dave's cum, I silently cried for Shar to save me. I loved her, I really did, and not just because of the alternative. The love, the emotional bond we shared was something I craved, and was already missing terribly.

Now that the decision was made, I forced myself to calm down. I had endured worse before, and could survive another night. I had to, if I were to get my revenge.

                              * * *

What the . . . oh shit, no! She was still disoriented and unsure of her self, but Debra could already sense the change that had taken place. Dammit, she didn't want to ever be back in this body again. She enjoyed being a man - more specifically, enjoyed having her very own cock to play with. After years of paying her dues, she had finally found a life she enjoyed. Now all that was gone - stolen from her - leaving her back in this fragile, pussy shell with another mouth to feed breeding in her belly.

"Honey, are you alright?" Smiling, Shar slipped an arm around her to keep her from falling. "I told you this would happen if you didn't take it easy."

"I'm fine," she protested, but was unable to summon the strength to pull herself away. It wasn't just a matter of missing the strength her son's body possessed, she was also fighting the effects of the swap or change or whatever it was.

"Here, let me help you get her into the bedroom so she can lie down." Smiling at Shar, Gwen slipped her own arm around her mother and helped her down the hall. "Everything's gonna be fine," she promised.

Deb knew that voice - hated it, in fact - but couldn't place it. Damn it, she couldn't even think straight in this prissy prison. "I'm fine," she protested again, but when she opened her eyes, all she could see was a purple blur where the carpet should have been. When they finally lowered her into the bed, she groaned, feeling the baby shift inside her. "Oh, just leave me alone," she whined.

"Uh-oh, looks like mom's got that old moodswing thing happening." Ticking her side, Gwen joked "I thought getting away from dad had cured you of that."

Suddenly recognizing the voice, Deb forced herself to focus on the despicable image before her. Almost three inches taller than Sharlene, slim, average breasts, green eyes, and a short mess of pink curls atop her head - yup, that was her daughter alright. "What are you doing here she asked?" venom in her voice.

Hiding a smile, Gwen forced herself to pretend nothing had changed. "You losing your memory in your old age, mom? I've been here helping to take care of you all week. Hell, you were the one who called and asked me to come out."

Sharlene nodded, approving of the lie. "Yeah, hon," she said softly, "After that long talk you two had in the bath last night, I figured everything was okay between you again."

Blushing, Gwen giggled "We did a lot more than talk, let me tell you."

Furious, Deb wrinkled her little nose in disgust, clenching her hands into tight little fists to keep herself from attacking the little bitch. It was bad enough what Carl had done to her life, but to bring his perverted sister into it was too much. "I think I need to rest," she groaned, closing her eyes. If they would only leave her alone for a few minutes, that would be all the time she'd need to get away. Only then could she deal with the problem of how to get her son's body back.

"Mmmm, I know what you need," Shar grinned. "I know how to make my lover feel aaaallll better." Winking at Gwen, she climbed softly onto the bed, careful not to disturb Deb too soon. "Open up, honey - time for your medicine!" Laughing, she dropped down onto Deb's startled face, her wet pussy lips hitting with a delicious smack. "Never fails," she told Gwen, "Good helping of pussy juice always makes her feel better."

Deciding she was going to make the most of this once in a lifetime opportunity, the younger woman climbed on the bed herself. "Thank you for caring - I'm sure mom appreciates it." Barely able to contain the laughter welling up inside her, she licked her lips and asked "Do you know anything to help her relax?"

Shar mouthed "Are you sure," and was pleased to see her nod. "Oooh," she said aloud, "Your mommy always says a good clit- massage does the job for her."

Pushing up her mother's skirt, Gwen swiftly pulled off the lace panties beneath. "Not a problem," she grinned, tossing them away. Then, partly for Carl - but mostly for herself - she did what she knew her mother had always feared most. Grinning, she clamped her mouth down upon the mature pussy, tonguing her hole and sucking at her clit for all she was worth. Her laughter muffled by her mother's moist mound, she marvelled at the size of her clit, pleased to find it ran in the family. Too bad mom didn't know what to do with it!

Deb tried desperately to struggle, but still didn't feel as if she had full control of her body. How dare they do this to her? How dare they try to make her one of them? Holding onto the anger, she raged inside, needing the strength it gave her. Unfortunately, she could only maintain it for so long, eventually succumbing to what Carl had made of her.

Against her will, she was inhaling the scent of Shar's pussy, breathing deeply and reluctantly exhaling. To her disgust, her body was actually responding to the scent, arousing her physically. She was keeping her tongue curled up in the back of her mouth, but her traitorous body was still telling her it enjoyed the taste of the juices dripping into it. The most humiliating part of it all was how strongly her pussy was reacting to her daughter's oral frenzy. Mentally and spiritually degraded, she was physically nearing ecstasy.

"I don't believe it," Gwen giggled a while later, "She's dripping down here!"

"Unnghhhh, uunnnn," Grinding herself down into her ex- friend's face, Shar nodded distractedly. "L-l-love to talk . . . hon, but - oh, god! - but about to cummmm!"

"Do it, do it!" Gwen cried, excited. Eyes wide with anticipation, she waited to see how her mother would react. Shar's words kindled a fire inside her - even though she was only a spectator - but she knew her mother would not be so appreciative.

Panicked by the impending disaster, Debra was sure it would ruin her. This fucking body was already betraying her, and she didn't need some dyke baptism finishing the job. Unable to deal with the conflicting signals being sent by mind and body, she chickened out and gave up the fight, fainting into unconsciousness.

It was several minutes later before either Shar or Gwen noticed. However, that didn't stop them - no amount of time could ever make them care.

                              * * *

He shoots, he scores! Mentally replaying even the celebration inside my head, I allowed my body to do as it wished. I had to go through with the whole disgusting ordeal if my plan was to work, but that didn't mean I had to endure it. Instead, I was remembering favourite hockey games, focussing all my mental energies upon them. My mother had trained my body well, and instinct and practice easily compensated for my mental distraction.

"Oooohh, fuck yeah!" They had flipped me onto my back about an hour ago, and Dave was fucking me deeper than ever before. Supporting himself on my widespread legs, his own thighs were slamming against the edge of the table with every penetration. I was so stretched out and full of cum down there, I half-suspected I'd be numb - were I to allow myself any feeling.

"You think that's good?" Laughing, one of my coworkers was doing deep knee bends as he fucked my mouth from above. It was a strange position, but the constant slapping of his balls against my eyes gave me plenty of reasons for keeping them closed. "If we could only put some kind of spring beneath Carl's head to make him bob up and down, I'd be in fucking heaven!"

"Hey, you guys taking notes?" somebody laughed.

Seconds later, I felt myself swallowing another load of cum, although I had managed to distance myself from tasting or smelling it. Ironically, the very thing I loathed about my mother's lifestyle - the emotionless physical gratification - had turned out to be my saving grace. Because they were only using my body, my mind was free to dwell on other things. Such tricks wouldn't work in a one-on-one relationship - meaning I would have to avoid my father like the plague - because the conversation and personal attention would force me to pay attention.

"Arrrggghhhh!" Smacking up against me one last time, Dave emptied himself inside me again. Letting my concentration slip for just a moment, I was thankful to find that I was indeed numb down there. As his limp, cum-coated cock slipped out of me, the only thing I felt was the tiny gasp of air being sucked back inside.

"Well, looks like our boy's all fucked out tonight guys." Waving off the groans of disappointment, Dave said "He's too loose, too slippery. You wouldn't enjoy it anyway."

That was my cue. This was going to be the hardest thing I had ever done in my life, but it would be worth it. Forgetting the hockey game, I returned my attention to my body, cringing to feel what they had done to it. Telling myself it was for a good cause, I wiped the excess semen from my cheeks and sucked the finger clean. "Mmm, I love that taste," I lied. "I love cock, I need cock, all I want is cock!"

"Yeah!" A resounding cheer went up around the room. As dirty and disgusting it made me feel, my words were having the intended effect.

"I love men," I cried, "But this just isn't enough. I need more!"

"Hey, you saying we aren't man enough for you?" Dave asked angrily.

"No, no," I forced myself to smile back, "I never want this - fun - to end." Damn, this was harder to say than I had expected. "I-I just need more of it." Taking a deep breath, I looked each of my abusers in the eye and told them "I wanna become a male prostitute - a faggot whore, a boy-toy for hire."

"Hell, if that's what you want," a middle-aged white guy replied, "I'll pimp ya. Shit, you'd make me a fortune."

Yes, halfway there. Now, if they'd only accept my final proposal, mom would be royally screwed. "Fine by me," I agreed, "But I don't want to be a typical whore." No, because mom would enjoy that. What I had to do was place her in a situation over which she would have no control. I had to rob her of the ability to use the strength and power she so enjoyed wielding through my body. "I want to quit my job," I told the pimp, "And become your legal slave. I want to experience the thrill of being completely submissive, of being owned, with no free will of my own." Thinking of how mom would react to her surprise, I actually smiled as I said "That way, even when I'm just standing around waiting for a john, I know I'll still be pleasing you."

"Fuck, sign him up!" Dave grinned. "Providing I get a discount, of course."

Nodding, my new pimp came over and tied one of his black socks around my neck. "That'll have to do until I can get you in a proper collar, slut."

Mom was gonna be pissed. Grinning, I replied "Of course . .  master."

                              * * *

"Hi."

"What do you want?" Blocking the door, Shar glared at me, almost daring me to try something.

"I want to come back," I told her. Letting the tears flow, I sobbed "I love you Shar, I love you so much."

"Oh, honey." Taking me in her arms, she led me into the livingroom and sat me down on the couch. "I'm so, so sorry." Kissing the top of my head, she choked "I didn't want to put you through all that again."

"No, that was my fault." Drying my tears, I said "I'm sorry for getting angry - I was yelling at my bitch of a mother, more than you." Taking her hands in mine, I sighed, not sure how to continue. "I still don't agree with what you did," I finally told her, "But I can't argue with the results. I love you, Shar - really love you - and . . . and I want to have our baby." That was all true, but the baby part surprised even me. Maybe I'd been afraid to face the issue before, but I really did want to bring that new life into the world.

"I'll make it all up to you," she promised, "No matter what it takes. I do love you, I want you to know that, and I don't want to ever lose you again."

Smiling, I wiped the tears from her cheeks and hugged her close. "Just put me back where I belong, and we can forget this whole, ugly mess."

"About time you came back." Smiling, Gwen ran over and hugged us both. "I'm so happy for you two," she said, "You deserve it."

"Thanks, sis. I just feel bad we can't do anything for you." Grinning at the memory of what I had accomplished, I admitted "Well, you might enjoy hearing what mom has in store for the rest of her life, but it's just not the same."

"Don't you worry about me," she smirked, "I've got a plan." Looking to Shar, she asked "Once you've put Carl back in mom's body, is that it, or can you do another swap?"

"I can do as many as I like, but this will be the last." Sadly shaking her head, my true-love sighed. "I've already abused my power once. I . . . can't do it again."

"Come on," Gwen urged, "Do it for me - for all of us."

"Uh-oh," I laughed, "I've seen that look on her face before."

Laughing, my sister joined us on the couch and explained what she had in mind.

                              * * *

"I hope you know what you're doing." Shivering, I stood in my old bedroom, trying not to remember the last time I had been here. If things went according to schedule, I'd be back in mom's body in just a few minutes. Fortunately, they'd had more faith in me than I'd had in myself, keeping mom tied up in Shar's bedroom.

"Don't worry, Carl." Bouncing up and down in anticipation, Gwen said "It'll work - trust me."

"I hope-"

Smiling, Gwen waited for her brother's body to steady itself before asking "Carl?"

Snapping her eyes open, Debra stared at her daughter in disgust. She wanted to reach out and strangle her - she had the strength, now - but now was not the time. "Hey, Gwen," she replied, forcing herself to sound friendly.

"You feeling alright?"

"Yes," she snapped. Calming herself, she added "Never better."

Gwen smiled, enjoying every minute of this awkward conversation. "Mom sends her love."

"Y-you spoke to her?" Deb asked, hating the little bitch more than ever before.

"Yeah, we had a loonnngg talk." Purposely adjusting her bra, she said "Mom's a changed woman. Believe it or not, she actually thanked me for showing her the light. Said my decision to leave home gave her the strength to accept her own lesbianism."

Enraged, Debra bit down so hard, her lips were bleeding in three places. Oh, you'll get yours, she thought. Come morning, there are gonna be some changes around here. Aloud, she smiled back "Good, I'm happy for her." As hard as it was, she had to pretend nothing was wrong. Gwen had to feel comfortable, had to feel welcome to spend the night.

"Well, I think I'll grab a shower and go to bed." Stretching, the younger woman arched her back, nearly thrusting her breasts into her mother's face. Turning to leave, she called back over her shoulder "Oh, and don't worry - she's in good hands." Walking slowly down the hall, she resisted the urge to watch her mother's face as she added loudly "Not mention, legs and lips and tits and . . ."

                              * * *

"Wake up, cunt."

"Mmmphh?"

Standing over her naked daughter, Debra growled and slapped her again. "I said wake up, bitch!"

Opening his eyes, Phil was surprised to find Carl standing above him. Actually, he remembered, while it was Carl's body, his cheating wife was inside. But what could she want with him? "Unnn oooo nnnttt?" Just now tasting the cold rubber in his mouth, he looked down to see the same ball gag he had earlier used on his wife's body. But Carl had been inside then - how could she know about it?

With absolutely no idea what had occurred, Debra scowled at who she thought was her daughter. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson like I should have done long ago." Dropping to her knees, she slapped Phil's face with her cock, the metal stud stinging his cheek. "And don't even think of getting away," she warned. "I won't make the same mistake twice."

Confused, Phil was able to raise his head just high enough to confirm that he was in his daughter's body. He had known something didn't feel right from the start, but had never suspected this. Unfortunately, he knew enough about what was going on to truly terrify him. His wife thought he was their lesbian daughter, and was going to rape him just like he had raped his son. Struggling futilely against his bonds, he tried desperately to tell her what had happened. Somehow, he had to tell her it was really him!

"You thought you'd get away with what you did to me, didn't you?" she asked. Rubbing her cock all around her daughter lips, she secretly thrilled at the thin trail of pre-cum, knowing it would be the first the little dyke had ever tasted. "You thought you could have your way with dear old mom, and not have to pay." Reaching back to roughly tweak her nipples, Debra promised "You will pay, Gwendolyn, you will pay."

No! Eyes wide, Phil screamed uselessly into the gag. A small part of him was angry with Sharlene for doublecrossing him - although he felt no shame at doublecrossing her - but fear drowned it out. As his wife slipped first one finger, then a second, then a third into his pussy, Phil groaned in agony.

"Too tight, too tight," Deb laughed. "Boys don't like that, dear." Smiling, she placed the tip of her cock against the opening of her daughter's pussy, holding it there to prolong the experience. "You want it, don't you?" she asked. "You can feel my cock pressing against you, and you want to suck it in." Reaching down to twist her child's engorged clit, she mocked "Don't worry, precious, it's a natural desire!"

"Nnnnggghhhh!" Feeling the cock slide all the way in, Phil cried out silently, shocked to feel his maidenhead being pierced. No! It wasn't fair! Pleading with his eyes, he looked up at his wife, wanting her to understand. However, the manic grin on her face told him that he would receive no mercy. She was fucking him hard and fast, with no regard for his feelings. It should have shamed him to realize that it was exactly how he had always fucked her body - both before and after the swap - but he was too arrogant for regrets.

"Unghh, ungghh, yes! Yes! Yes!" Screaming at the top of her lungs, she exploded inside her daughter, the orgasm more intense than anything she had ever experienced before. The thrill of revenge, the joy of being her first, the unimaginable pleasure of thinking she might curse her own daughter with a child - it was everything she had ever dreamed.

Sobbing, Phil felt the endless spurts of cum splashing inside him, half-sure they would penetrate his womb and leave him pregnant. The humiliation and shame of being fucked by another man was bad enough, but he knew he'd never be able to deal with the horror of giving birth. Subconsciously, he knew that should have been the least of his fears, but he was in no condition to be rational.

"Aww, I got you all messy," Deb mock-pouted. "Would you like me to clean you up? Do you want me to scoop out all that nasty sperm?"

Phil nodded violently, relieved to find that his wife had a heart after all. Moments later, he was asking himself how he could have been so stupid as to think she had his best interests at heart.

Counting them off, Deb plunged her fingers into her daughter's pussy, one by one. "Do you like that?" she asked. "Doesn't that feel good?" Laughing, she added her thumb to the gathering before straightening out her fingers. "You probably won't ever have to take a cock this big," she grinned "But it never hurts to be prepared!"

Sobbing, Phil watched as her whole hand disappeared inside him, his gaping pussy reluctantly swallowing her like some kind of monster. Shrieking into the gag, he was sure she would tear him in half from the cunt up. Damn, he cried silently, why did Carl have to have such big fucking hands!

"Mind if we come in?"

"Guys! Hey, glad you could make it!" Removing her hand from her daughter's pussy, Deb leaned over and kissed her nose. "I can only do so much," she whispered, "So I had some friends come over to help you out."

Mashing his lips against Debra's, Dave reached down and pinched the girl's tits. "With those babies, you should have no trouble getting all the dick you want," he smiled. "We're just here to show you what to do with it."

Stripping, another guy stepped up beside Dave and laughed. "Don't worry, girl - when we're done with ya, you won't ever wanna touch another pussy again."

Obscenely fondling his cock, yet another guy came to stand at the other side of the bed. "Just lay back and enjoy," he growled, "Cause we got the cure for what ails ya!"

Terrified, disgusted, humiliated, and in agony, Phil was helpless to do anything more than watch as the guys lined up for a shot at his pussy. Unable to watch the rest, he clenched his eyes tightly shut, wanting to cry but lacking the tears. The first penetration was sheer agony - worse even than his wife's hand - but nothing compared to what was coming next.

Rolling him onto his side, the guys held him there as a fresh cock was rammed up his ass. He had told himself he wasn't doing anything wrong with Carl - his mom's body had done everything before - but Gwen's body was a different story. She'd never been with a man, so he had no experience, no reflexes to fall back upon. Finally, as somebody removed his gag and forced a sweaty, smelly cock into his mouth, he felt a small pang of regret. That wasn't to say he wouldn't do it all again, he just felt sorry Carl hadn't had time to adjust.

"Come on, quick and nasty," Debra grinned. "Spend your seed inside her, and let somebody else have a try." Prying open her daughter's emerald green eyes, she stared, no idea that it was her husband staring back at her. "When we've all had a chance to cum," she promised, "We'll let you suck on us for a while." Grinning, she promised "I just know you'll love the taste - I do!"

                              * * *

"Oh, fuck . . . yes, oh shit, yeah!" Blinking the sweat from her eyes, Debra groaned in ecstasy. After spending most of the day - plus most of the night - correcting her wayward daughter, she really needed this. Her ass propped up by a pair of sweat- soaked, cum-stained pillows, she watched her husband slam into her again, the force of his fucking causing her tight buns to quiver in joy.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you Carl?" Gwen asked, wondering how much longer she could keep up this charade. When she had first stepped back inside the house, she had been unsure as to whether or not she could go through with it. However, one brief look at her tired, abused body convinced her. The fact that it was her father inside that bruised shell was irrelevant - that rape had been intended for her.

"Hey, what the hell are you slowing up for now?" Stroking her own swollen cock, Deb grinned mischievously. "I was just about to cum. Don't you wanna see your little boy cum?"

God, this was more disgusting that she had thought. "You bet your ass," she replied, "But I wanna cum all over your face." Gwen had seen a few facial cumshots in various porno movies, and had always found them to be the most degrading act any woman could be forced to endure. True, her cock-loving slut of a mother would enjoy it, but it would be a symbolic victory for Gwen.

"Ohh, yeah! Come on, daddy, cum all over my face." Sticking her tongue out, Deb opened her mouth wide, again thankful for the big mouth Carl had left her. In her old body she'd be lucky to get a quarter of the cum inside, but Carl's body improved the odds considerably. Drooling in anticipation of the ultimate reward, she eagerly awaited her husband's climax.

"Oh, shit . . . oh god . . . Argghhhhh!" Arching her back and tensing her shoulders, Gwen felt the first blast of semen come shooting up her cock to spew all over her brother's face. Forcing herself to remember that it was her mother in there - and not the brother she loved - she grabbed a hold of her cock to better control her aim. She couldn't deny that the male orgasm was an intensely pleasant experience, but she wouldn't trade the slow, languid buildup and delicious lingering ecstasy of her own body for anything.

"Mmm, yeah, yeah. More, more!" Crying out between spurts, Deb bathed in the shower of cum, loving the feel and smell and the taste of it. The warm, slimy blobs clinging to her face felt fantastic, and she thrilled at the knowledge of how the sperm would soon become stubbornly dried to her facial hair. Maybe it was the forbidden thrill of near-incest, or maybe it was just the joy of being back in this masculine temple, but her husband's cum had never turned her on so much in her life.

Finally, Gwen lay spent beside her, glad to be done with the whole charade. If there had been any way to avoid making love to her mother, she would have, but her plans for revenge demanded this physical reminder. Watching her mother light up a cigarette - which looked so wrong in what had once been her brother's hands - Gwen smiled. "You were great, son. Your fucking asshole has never been so loose." Slapping her playfully on the ass, she asked "Been practicing?"

Deb laughed. "Well, there were these dozen or so guys the other night, but-" Just now realizing what had been said, she pulled the cigarette from her mouth and asked "What the hell are you talking about."

Yes! It was working! Grinning, Gwen told her "Don't worry, Carl. Your mother's gone, and your sister can't hear us." Winking, she added "Not much she could do, even if she knew." Forcing herself to snuggle closer, she whispered in Carl's ear "We're free to speak of our love."

Never felt so loose? Their love? Angry, Deb took a long, deep drag of her smoke, not sure what to say to that. How could she have been so blind, so stupid? No wonder she'd had to go elsewhere to satisfy her lust - her husband had been wasting himself on their son for who knows how long. Disgusted and betrayed, she said "That's not funny, Phil."

It was just one tiny slip, but it was exactly what Gwen had been waiting to hear. Pressing her advantage, she laughed "Christ, I've been fucking you up the ass since before you started highschool." Smiling, she lied "You've been slurping down loads of my cum for longer than that." Pressing her limp cock against her mother's ass, she mock-scolded "Don't tell me all those other studs made you forget your dear old dad?"

Crushing her cigarette into the headboard, Deb rolled out of bed. "I need a shower," she scowled.

As she watched her mom stalk out of the room, Gwen punched a triumphant fist in the air. After that whopping lie, her bitch of a mother would never be comfortable in Carl's body again. All this time, her mother had hated her for being a lesbian, but now the old cow would have a few new perversions to think about. Waiting until she heard the shower, she climbed out of bed and went to untie her true self. It pained her to have to look at what had been done to her father in her name, but one phone call to Shar would allow her to start the healing.

                              * * *

"Ohhhh, Sharrrrr . . ." Laying my head against the cold, hard rim of the tub, I closed my eyes and sighed. Being pregnant was giving me the worst cramps, but my lover knew how to cure them. First, she'd run a warm bath for the two of us, complete with plenty of bubbles and some romantic candlelight. I'd taken one end and her other, giving us plenty of room to play. Now we were mashing our pussies together, humping one another gently beneath the rippling waves.

"Mmmm, like that, do you?" she asked. "Strange, your mother didn't seem too thrilled with the experience." Having heard all about the Shar-Gwen-mom threesome, I laughed. How she could have hated anything so wonderful was beyond me, but I was too busy to give the issue much thought.

"Hey, that tickles." Giggling, I opened my eyes to find Shar gently sucking my big toe. I had never thought of my feet as anything sexual, but the sight of her full, red lips wrapped around my toe was incredibly erotic. She was sucking up and down, almost like she was giving it a blowjob, her pink tongue just a shade darker than my painted nails. Raising one of her feet out of the water, I shifted slightly to my side and tried to see what was so special about them.

Sure they were soft, smooth and kind of cute in their daintiness, but I still didn't see what was so appealing about them. Deciding to take the plunge, I kissed the tip of her big toe, causing her to giggle in response. It was that - that signal of pleasure - that finally turned me on. Taking the small digit into my mouth, I marvelled at how slick her wet toenails felt beneath me tongue. Thanks to the bathwater, there was hardly any taste or smell, but I was enjoying it because I knew Shar was enjoying it.

"Hey, mind if I join you?" Smiling, Gwen poked her head around the bathroom door. "This body really needs a bath, and I could use some good old-fashioned girlie love."

"Hey, if you can fit, you're more than welcome." Reluctantly pulling away from me, Shar suggested "Hon, why don't you scoot back a bit for a moment so your sister can slip in between us."

Taking her advice, I cringed as Gwen lowered herself into the tub. Even though I knew she hadn't had to endure the suffering mom had forced upon her body, just dealing with the aftermath had to be nearly as bad. Loving her for what she had done, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged tightly. "Thank you, Gwen, for everything."

"Yes, we owe you a lot." Hugging her from the other side, Shar let my sister's head rest on her shoulder.

"I don't know how we can ever repay you," I sighed, enjoying the closeness, the emotional bond the three of us had formed. A small part of me took a guilty pleasure in knowing my mother would never be able to appreciate what she'd thrown away, but most of me just wanted to forget her.

"I should be thanking you," Gwen sobbed softly. "I hated some of the things I had to do to get it, but thanks to the two of you I finally got a little revenge against those bastards who raised me."

Suddenly, Shar's head snapped up, as a wicked grin spread across her face. "Speaking of revenge, how'd you like to get back the life, the happiness your parent's robbed you of?"

With ever-widening smiles on our faces, we listened as she explained.

                              * * *

"We find the defendant, Carl Chambers, guilty on all counts."

As my father howled in outrage, I threw my arms around Shar in delight. She had one hell of a crafty, creative mind, but I loved her for it.

Thanks to her bizarre talent, my father now inhabited my old body - the one currently being sentenced to several decades in prison. My mother had been picked up on prostitution-related charges, and Shar had orchestrated the swap soon after. Next, with her own body as evidence, Gwen had charged me with kidnapping, assault, rape, and a slew of other charges. Finally, stealing Dad's body for a few afternoons, she came forward as a witness, sealing the case.

Now, he'd be going to prison for a long, long time, his 'cocksucker' and 'assfucker' tatoos sure to make him a favourite amongst the well-hung, hardcore inmates. His pierced prick would give the impression he was a wild a kinky guy, and the strength of my young body would allow him to take far more than he'd like, for far longer. Mom might have enjoyed such a sentence, but for dad it would be sheer torture. Initially, I had been afraid the actual sentencing might weaken my resolve, but after what he had done, I had no regrets.

As for my mother, her justice was just a few shorts weeks away.

                              * * *

"Oooohhh, I feel like shit." Groggy, I tried to raise myself up in bed, but was too weak to move. Brushing back my sweaty, auburn hair, I looked across the hospital room and smiled. "Shar! You're not lactating, are you?"

Holding baby Gwen to her beautiful, round, naked breast, she grinned in delight. "Nope, but she sure doesn't seem to mind."

Laughing, I told her "Why don't you put her down for a while and come comfort me." I couldn't help but gasp in delight as I watched Shar's huge, erect nipple slide out of the baby's mouth. If breastfeeding could help me even come close to matching her in size, I just might never stop! Shifting sideways on the bed, I moaned softly, complaining "You never told me giving birth would be so hard, not to mention take so long."

Snuggling up beside me, Shar chastised me for complaining. "Look at our two beautiful girls there - aren't they worth it?"

Gazing into the tiny crib, I watched baby Gwen reach out to grab a hold of her sister's infant breast. Only a few hours old - with her eyes still glued shut - but we both knew that it was a genuine smile on her face. At the same time, we both knew exactly what her twin's cries meant. She might not enjoy her sister's affections, but baby Debra would have little choice but to endure them.

"What happened to, well, you know?" I asked.

Smiling, Shar whispered in my ear "The bodies of Gwen and Phil Chambers were admitted to the hospital earlier today, apparently brain-dead and comatose."

Nodding, I turned her face towards me and kissed her deeply and passionately. Licking her soft lips and sucking her probing tongue, I gently grazed my teeth against hers. Eternally grateful - for both myself and my sister - I asked "Think we'll ever . . . well, need them again?"

Quickly hopping out of bed, my lover returned with our twin bundles of joy. Laying the little darlings against my own naked, milk-swollen breasts - which looked so huge and delicious - she told me "No, I think everyone's finally where they belong."

In the arms of my lover, enjoying baby Gwen's eager suckling and baby Debra's reluctant feeding, I had to agree. I was happy, Shar was happy, Gwen was getting a new lease on life, and our parents had gotten what they deserved. True, mom had a whole new lifetime ahead of her to repent, but we all knew she wouldn't take advantage of it. Not that it mattered - Shar and I would love both our babies with all our hearts, even if only one of them would appreciate it.  


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