Forbidden Fruit Part I

(Special thanks to Kiama123 and Samantha Derry for supporting me during the writing of this)

incent Defern was a man just hitting his stride. The 19 year old Caucasian man had a slender frame, slicked back black hair and practically a permanent smile on his face. Especially now, now that he was so close to…very special fun. He hadn’t bothered to shave this morning…since that wouldn’t be relevant soon, and he’d gotten dressed quickly in a combo of jeans and a blue t-shirt. He was sitting on an a park bench overlooking a neighborhood, eyes focused on one house on the other side of the park.

“Bait time.” He looked down on his phone, sending a text message to his best friend Carl Orthen.
||Ey, man, come to my place, I’ve got a surprise for you.”||

||All-right, I’ll be on my way.||

Vincent didn’t need to wait long before he could see Carl leave his home, get in his car and drive away.

“Right, round trip to my place, plus some confused waiting. 30 minutes. Tops.”

Vincent got up, and walked with a brisk pace to the two-floored wooden suburban house painted a sharp shade of white with a red roof. It was a place he’d visited many times before, but this time it was with…hostile intent. He rang the doorbell and waited.

Miss Aren Orthen was a woman in her mid forties, but time hadn’t caught up with her too much yet. A tall blond woman with a warm face and an ever warmer smile. While her figure wasn’t anything of much note, her face had always been the prettiest part of her. She was in the middle of preparing a cake in black and white kitchen apparel, her hair wrapped up in a tight knot. She looked up from her cakemix in a bit of confusion, wiping some cough “Didn’t Carl just leave? Maybe he forgot something…”

She opened the door to see Carl’s best friend standing there. “Hey miss Orthen, I’m sorry to barge in unnannoucned but I’m pretty sure i’ve forgotten my phone here yesterday. So there wasn’t really any way to call ahead of time.” Vincent raised his arms in a bit of acted frustration. “I don’t even know where i left them…maybe the garage?”

“Carl just left, he didn’t really say where to though. But i’ll gladly help you look. Come on in.” Vincent’s eyes darted around the room as Aren turned around. No one to be seen at all. No one to notice. Well, for now there was too much of a view from the outside into the house through the big glass windows on the right. As he followed behind her he reached in his pocket. One quick look to the side, making sure the view was blocked. One look up the stairs to the right, one more to the left.

“So where did you say you left it again?” Aren smiled at Vincent before her smile faded. ” What is…” Vincent took the shot with his newly bought skinsuit gun, and Aren collapsed in front of him, as a pile of clothes and empty skin. Again he looked around nervously as he quickly lapped up the skin and clothing and put it in his backpack, folding it indiscriminately before quickly closing the zipper shut. He raced up the stairs, making sure not to make too much sound as he rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

He checked the time. 25 minutes to go. Easy. Vincent had been working on this two times before. Every time on a hooker he’d paid. It was not just…so much fun, but even profitable. Now he was going to do it with someone he knew. This plan had been in his mind every since he got hand of this handy device. And ever since Carl had been struggling with his forbidden fruit. The one line he could never cross no matter how much he’d like to.

Vincent opened his backpack, quickly pulling out the dressed suit. He quickly stripped her down to her underwear. “Now there’s a thing I’d never get to see in my life.” With a big smile on his face he pulled off the black underwear, taking in the look of his best friend’s mother lying there completely nude and completely deflated next to a pile of her clothes. Another check on the clock. 20 minutes.

Vincent undressed himself, the tent in his pants getting in the way untill it sprung free to it’s quite impressive size, angled slightly upward. Yet it wasn’t the nude body he was attracted to…it was being her. He’d always known that he was gay…and always intrigued with actually being a woman. And now…he was going to help out his best friend in the most special way. He picked up the skinsuit, fondling the deflated tits as a joke, his erection poking against her vagina.

“Open wide.” He lowered the skinsuit to below his raised left leg, opening her mouth wide with both arms. One of the…oddities of this is that it required the user to physically climb into the suit via an extended orifice. Vincent smiled as his leg slipped inside through the wet hole still covered in spit, the face deforming around the movements of his leg, her neck extending until his foot was fully inside the suit, her lips tightly wrapped around it like a rubber around a cock. Vincent put his fingers around the stretched lips, pulling them open wide to slip in his second foot. Now he pulled it up, pulling it up more and more as his cock was pressed against his body. A bit of rummaging around with his legs, and he could feel the two holes of the suits legs. Now…her mouth was halfway up his body. It looked like something out a horror movie.

But carried on, pushing his cock into place into her lower pelvis, giggling slightly as it fused. Miss Aren’s stretched out lips reaching up to his chest. With a firm stretch Vincent slid fully inside, hands and face dissapearing inside Aren’s mis-shaped form. The rest of her body suddenly snapped into place…except for the arms. Aren smiled as suddenly both of her arms seemed to fill out from her chest.

“All ready.” The transformation was complete and she smiled, her eyes rolling all around as she gazed in the mirror. Immediately she pulled out Vincents phone, posed sexily and took a few selfies. She sat on the toilet, spread her legs wide and started filming. She moaned, but not too loud as she began to furiously masturbate with her tender feeling fingers. Vincent had done this before, slipping into the bodies of two prostitutes, doing some of their work as them…and taking the money for himself afterwards. He definitely had had a few very fun and prosperous few weekends but this one…was going to be personal.

For YEARS, and YEARS he had heard his best friend moan about just how sexy his siter was and how he couldn’t and shouldn’t be tempted by her…but the thoughts remained. This weekend Vincent was going to make sure that he got it out of his system harmlessly and over it.

Aren stopped filming, and checked the time. 15 minutes. And he was halfway. His phone buzzed, showing a text message from Carl. ||Why aren’t you opening your door?|| The naked mother, dripping slightly from below smiled. ||Somethings come up, I had to head out. Maybe next time.||

||Alright man, just…say it ahead of time, now i wasted gas on you.||

Aren got dressed quickly, looking back at the pretty view in the mirror. The illusion complete outside of the fact that Miss Orthen was wielding a skinsuit gun and Vincent’s phone in her hand. She put her blond hair back in the crop, smiling as she noticed she still had some white cake mix on her face from…the original Aren’s cooking.

“Oh well.” She unlocked the bathroom door making sure there was no evidence of Vincent ever having been there.

Aren Orthen was exactly the same as a mere 10 minutes ago…except she was walking far more sensually then before, enjoying every strut of her legs, the slight flapping of her apron…the new knowledge that now rolled around inside her as Vincent gained full access to the memories of his best friends mother. Immediately he dug through to the naughty naughty memories, first kiss, first BJ, and such.

It took quite some self control to not stop and masturbate again.

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Aren leaned around the corner of Maxine’s room, spotting “her” daughter lounging around on her bed, watching some terrible womens show about people with weight problems. Vincent had indeed become a forty-five year old housewife but that didn’t really change his preferences in television.

Maxine was in many ways simply a copy of Aren in personality, but a definite improvement in looks. A good looking woman aged 22, literally a younger version of her mother She hadn’t bothered to do much makeup today but she was so naturally blessed that she still looked stunning. She was wearing some casual wear yellow t-shirt with “SEXY” in big red text and a cute light blue skirt. Her blond hair was kept very short into what seemed to be almost a retro 50’s bob but not entirely so. Her proportions were not specifically spectacular but certainly better then her mothers.

“Aren” looked at “her” daughter with a smile. Maxine looked up, a bit annoyed at whatever chore her mother was going to assign to her next. She rolled her eyes for a bit and sighed. “I’d done the dishes yesterday, and i’ll do the laundry tomorrow, all right? The My True Love Marathon is on and…” Maxine rummaged a bit with her blonde hair before her eyes fell on the strange looking gun in her mother’s hand.

“What’s that all about, ma?”

“Surprise!” Aren pointed the gun at her daughter, but she didn’t’ seem too concerned related to the fact that the gun looked like something out of a comic book. As Aren pulled the trigger Maxine didn’t even grasp nor respond as the sudden beam hit her, making her collapse into a deflated skinsuit on her own bed. Aren smiled as pounced over, jokingly removing her pants and underpants, grabbing the remote from the deflated hand and with a perverted look shoving it inside her dripping wet vagina. Aren moaned as she used the remote to stimulate herself before pointing her crotch at the TV screen and flicking it off with the button that still hung outside of her. She pushed down on the end of the remote, pushing it all the way inside her as she felt the buttons stimulate her inner walls. She looked on the reflection in the TV screen, waiting until it fully dissapeared inside her. “That should teach you to not watch TV when your mother is in the room.

Aren smiled as she could feel the remote settle into place inside her, now turning her attention to the deflated skinsuit of Maxine. It took not much more then a second to strip it clean of any clothes. Aren flicked a button on Vincent’s remote and checked the time. Ten minutes. “Time to go.”

She positioned her still clothed form behind the naked deflated form of her daughter. With two hand she reached for her anus, and pulled it wide, opening a hole inside. “I’d take more time to become you dear, but I don’t have any. She slipped her head inside and without much of a pause let two of the hands follow quickly, dissapearing in the now slowly filling up form of her own daughter, the lower half of her clothed mother sticking around the back. It looked like the world’s weirdest rimjob at best. Maxine’s form seemed to move and shift all over the place as Aren did her best to reposition herself further and further inside her own daughter. Finally, she pulled in two of her legs inside. Not mere then a moment that the insertion was complete, did Maxine’s rear pull itself shut. One moment later the force inside Maxine seemed to dissapear and she regained her full form, her empty eyes filling up with her perfect blue irises.

Maxine Orthen checked her naked form in the mirror, immediately shifting to a sexy pose. She could no longer feel the strange form of her own mother inside her…or the remote inside her mothers insides.

She took a moment to regain her senses fully, laying on her back, before she again sat upright. “One final thingy.” Maxine smiled as a strange bump appeared on just below her stomach, stretching further down in a thick line to her crotch. One moment later, Vincent’s massive erection sprouted from Maxine’s vagina that parted fully. With a moan, Vincent’s balls plopped out, his entire erection covered in vaginal fluids.
He could feel himself be close already, tip fully purple. Now the mere touch of Maxines gentle soft hands grabbing him by he tip. Maxine pulled out Vincents phone immediately flicking the filming button again. With her free hand she began furiously masturbating as she fell to her knees on her bed, making sure to dodge the set of clothes before she deposited her( or rather Vincents)load across the bedsheets.

Normally he would’ve taken more caution but both the daughter and mother wouldnt be around for the weekend so that gave her time to clean up afterwards. Five minutes.

“Okay, okay! Time to go.” Maxine first retracted her still erect male genitals which dissapeared into that bump under her belly button that then dissapeared into nothing. After just cleaning herself up, she got dressed quickly but deliberately left out any sort of underwear , more intent on creating an illusion then getting dressed.

A buzz went off. Times up. Maxine checked herself in the mirror before heading downstairs. No one was a thing wiser and nothing could separate Maxine from the real thing. Vincent even had her mannerisms and memories within his grasp and whereas before he’d ignored Aren’s and Maxine’s mannerisms now he effortlessly slipped into Maxine’s

“Time to play.”

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Carls mood had soured a bit ever since Vincent blew him off like that. He wasnt really that pissed…just announced. He unlocked the front door and prepared to storm up to his room and play some games

“Hey bro.” Maxine was sitting on the couch, pretending to enjoy that female TV show the real Maxine was watching just minutes ago. But being a woman and having a womans memory couldn’t make Vincent enjoy this lame TV shoe.

“Hi sis. AC in your room broke down again?”

“Yeah. Cmere.” Maxime motioned on the empty spot next to her on the couch as she turned off the TV. “Ma had some business shit come up so she had to leave.”

“But her car is still here.”

“She got picked up by someone.” Maxine didn’t give him time to think. “What happened, thought you were going to Vincent’s?”

“As was I but when i got there he suddenly didn’t show.”

“Wierd.” If Vincent wasn’t an actor Maxine would’ve smirked at him. “We need to talk.”

Maxine positioned herself that her brand new D-cup breasts right in front of him. Carl snuck a quick look at the nipples that poked through before looking back to her face

“I can see you stare, bro.”

Carls cheeks turned beet red and he turned away.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry i didn’t mean to…”

“But you did.” Maxine wagged with her finger. “And i know youve been staring at me like that for quite a while.”

Carls cheeks somehow got even redder.

“Why don’t we skip the staring and go to fucking.” She grabbed her brother by the crotch and could feel the bulge respond instantly.

“W-W-W-WHAT?” He seemed to freeze in place letting out an unmanly squeak in response to this.

“I want you inside me Carl…now lets go.”

Maxine grabbed his hand and tugged it along. “Lets do it in your room.”

Carl was astonished by what was happening. Straight out of nowhere…the oh so taboo thing he had been lusting for for years now suddenly came true. He couldn´t quite comprehend…but his body did. Already he could feel the blood heading to his crotch region as his smoking hot sister dragged him along to his room with a smile on her face that seemed to disturb him a bit.

Not that he had much time to think as she finished dragging him to her room, quickly lowering all the blinds and making sure nothing was visible from the outside.

“Are you ready?”

“Ive been lusting after you for years”

“I know, I know.” Carl was caught off guard by the familiar smile that seemed..unlike her. He stopped for a moment.

Then she dropped her panties and skirt, showing her lower half fully naked. Sure, he’d seen it before once when he accidentally intercepted her in the shower once when he wanted to shower himself. But now, she was standing there in front of him in his darkened room, dripping wet as she turned on the light to give him a better view.

“Shirt on, or off before you head inside?” She teasingly rubbed one cloth-covered breast while fingering herself.

“Shirt off, sis..”

“You first…”

There was a moment of pause as Carl looked at the incredibly hot blonde standing in his room that just so happened to be related to him. Underneath the warm smile of Maxine, Vincent was getting somewhat nervous. Was he somehow, on to him? There was no way that’d he’d know he had not dropped his cover yet.

“Fuck it.” Carl set his erection free, removing his black shirt and awkwardly approaching his sister. Vincent had seen it before, once in a game of “comparing dick size”, and this was half of the reason why he got into this…double suit. Carl was hung, with a thick, veiny erection and extremely hairy balls, peeking forward with a slight bend to the left

Maxine leaned back onto the bed, legs wide, open and willing with a slutty smile on her face. “Fuck me, bro, fuck me like you’ve always wanted.”

Carl took a moment to adjust to the positioning before sliding inside her. Maxine nearly fell back into the bed, grasping it with both hands as she moaned lightly, her world shaken by the thrusts that were now increasing. He was getting into it. “Take of your shirt, show me your tities, sister.”

“Yes brother.” Maxine took a moment to pull off her shirt, letting her breasts bounce with every thrust.

“God, i can’t believe this is happening, this is so incredible?”

“I know, I know, pull out, let me get a good taste.” Both of them moaned for a second as the intimite connection between them was broken for a second. Maxine played with her hair for a bit as she poked her brother into retreating a bit. As he did, she leaned forward, crawling on all four with a big smile. Vincent was so incredibly happy that everything was going according to plan. She grabbed his erection, looking up from her position at Vincent’s best friend and Maxine’s brother. The taboo of it all just made it so much hotter. Maxine rubbed Carl’s pre-cum covered cock all over her face before beginning to aggressively deep-throat his best fiend. Now his years of experience being on the bottom of things came in. Getting pounded in her vagina was a whole new feeling, but he quite keenly knew how to bring out the juice as Vincent worked his best friend’s sister’s mouth to the maximum, squeezing, teasing, and pleasing Carl with an unrelenting vigor. She could feel it coming, Carl’s moans getting more intense and a certain pressure building up on the underside of his cock.

Carl came, and the moment he did Maxine pulled back, making sure that it splattered all of his cum all over her body. She quickly grasped his cock, positioning herself below it and stroked it fiercely, trying to get as much as was possible as far and wide as she could. Her breasts and face were dripping with cum, as she continued to stroke Carl long until he was done. She let go, cleaning up Carls cock with a long, sensual suck, lips touching his balls, Maxine easily fighting off the acid reflux with ease.

“So…how does it feel to finally get what you want?”

“A…fucking…MAZING! Oh God…man…we did it.”

“Yup. Maxine would’ve never given you this though, man.” Maxine got on to her feet.

There was only a flat “What.” in response to the strange bulge that appeared below Maxine’s vagina. Within a second, the tip of Vincent’s cock poked out between his sisters nether regions, before pushing out into full form, two balls popping out.

There was a short silence, as Carl gazed at his newly formed shemale cum-covered sister.

“VINCENT?”

Now it was Maxine’s turn for a flat “what.”

“HOW…the hell?”

“You remember my cock from that one time?”

“When your best friend shows off his its not a thing you easily forget…and HOW THE HELL ARE YOU MY SISTER?!?!?”

“I snuck in and replaced her so you could finally get your little incest fantasy over with, free of guilt.” Maxine flashed a smile that could only be Vincent’s. ” You kept yapping and droning on about how she’d never do it and how Maxine was so hot, well here we are.”

“…I mean…thank you but…what. Just…how?”

“Oh, with this thingy.” She pulled out the skinsuit gun from her back pocket. “When you shoot people with it, you turn people into empty suits that you can climb in and become them.”

Carl waited for quite a while to finally respond. “What the fuck, man.”

“Well, I did it to your mother and your sister, so it works.”

“Wait, you…mom?”

“She was my entry.” Maxine reached for her upper lip, grabbed it tightly, and pulled up strongly, with a firm grasp her face distorted, her hair falling back. Her other hand grabbing around her lower lip, Maxine’s lips stretching in many many different ways lower and lower, untill the mature, dignified face of Aren Orthen appeared between the massive parted lips. The upper side of Maxine’s head simply fell back and hung limply, while Maxine’s lower lips stretched around her neck.

“Hi, “son”. And if you have nothing to say outside of what the fuck, then don’t say it. Carl…there’s three things we can do. One. I can get out of these two, return them as they were, and move on as nothing happened. Two. You get a free weekend with either your mom or your sister do whatever you ever would have wanted. Or three. You get to play your sister while I play your mom for a weekend of…”mother-daughter bonding.”

“This is so incredibly wrong. All of it.”

“And yet, so right. Let me just strip out of this.” Aren casually gripped the lips of Maxine and lowered them over her lesser impressive if still good looking body, while Carl, fully naked with a completely deflated dick just stood there staring. The skinsuit of Maxine, cum-covered as it was now hung freely as Aren Orthen held it in front of him.

“You know you want to try it on. So why not push the taboo a bit further and be your own sister?”

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“First of all….gross, thats my own…”

“C.” It was his mother speaking, standing in front of him in a cooking getup with white stuff on her face yet there was only one person that called him that.

“This is fucked up V!”

“They wont remember a thing. It’ll just be a blank that they wont even worry about.”

“Did you…have sex…as my mom?” Carl pointed at the flour on Aren’s face, his mind racing, not really letting him think straight in the moment.

“Oh no no no.” “Mom” laughed at him. “She just put a cake in the oven when I replaced her.”

There was an akward silence as Carl stared at his mother whom was possessed by his best friend. “Is the cake still in the oven?”

“Yes.”

Mother and son both stormed downstairs, one rushing to open the oven while the other got oven mittens to quickly salvage the cake. Luckily it wasn’t that singed, but there was some damage done by the cake overstaying it’s welcome. Aren dumped the cake onto a plate and it halfway collapsed, splattering a bit of chocolate cake off the floor.

“JESUS”

“Relax, we’ve got all weekend…son.” Aren giggled as she dumped the plate on the wooden dinner table. “We can clean this up anytime you want.” She pulled out a spoon and handed another to Carl as she plopped down into a chair and started eating the ruined cake with a big smile on her face, motioning at him to take a seat as well.

“Look, i get that you might not want to bang your mom.” She motioned at herself now, cupping a feel with one free hand while gobbling away at the ruined cake in the most carefree manner possible.

“Eat your cake dear.”

“Can you stop…” Carl was about to begin when he got a whiff of the chocolate cake with a cherry filling which silenced him.

“So…does this mean I get to eat all the cake I want?”

“You can have your cake and eat me out too.”

“Oh thats just the last thing on my mind. I have the hots for my sister, not my mom.”

“Shes not that much worse is she.” His mother wiped her cheek free of cake before standing up, flashing her son and returning upstairs.

There Carl sat…quietly contemplating what was happening. Absolute uncertainty racked his mind.

Then again, chocolate cake with cherry filling. “Fuck it.”

As he began enjoying the ruined cake (its flavors nearly perfect despite the mostly ravaged outside). He heard the flushing of water upstairs, and some feminine humming. He took a moment but he did recognized the humming as his sister’s, not his mother’s slightly lower tone. The cake was delicious, and he estimated he had eaten at least a quarter of it all when his sister Maxine returned to the room, surprisingly not naked but back in her shirt (though her shirt was as tight as before and her nipples were clearly visible and jeans combo from before.
One extra look at her form revealed that she had a noticeable bulge in her crotch as well

“Jesus, V. Is that your…dick sticking out?”

“MMhmm, futunari Maxine, at your service.”

“So…what did you do with mom’s…skin…self.”

“Oh, its underneath this. I just thought i’d slip into the form you preferred more.” Maxine playfully ruffled with her hair, just like the real Maxine would do at times.

“Stop doing that.”

“What?”

“You’re being her…completely again, I keep having to remind me its you.” Carl’s eyes involuntarily returned back to Maxine’s crotch bulge. “Outside of that of course.” Maxine moaned for a bit, clearly involuntarily as the bulge seemed to move upward and then disappear With one of her regular smiles she flashed her crotch to show off her moist nether regions. “I’ve got all their memories and mannerisms, but it’s me underneath it all. This weekend, both your mom and your sister will do anything you ask of them…provided it’s fun. This time, your sister will play games with you.”

“But truthfully…” Maxine leaned forward, clearly enjoying how awkward Carl was. “Truthfully i want you to be the sister while I play mom.”

“I’m not gay, man, not like you.” Carl bit back, clearly defensive.

“Bi. And I saw you look at me get undressed into your mother…and part of you is morbidly curious. I can tell you, being a woman for while, it’s fantastic. Even a touch down my crotch is elecrtic. Put in one or two fingers…or a cock in there and it’s…simply amazing. It doesn’t compare to the male experience. I’d put both of them on the same level, just differently. Sometimes you just roll into a second orgasm just after if it’s going well.”

Maxine tugged at her face, and with a quick smile before it happened she tugged her upper lip all the way up onto her back, the revealing Aren once again, but only her face. Carl’s mother, with maxine’s body took a moment to adjust for a bit and rummage with covering Maxine’s face underneath her shirt in the back, while rolling the lower half of Maxine’s face down and also underneath the shirt, making for a decent looking illusion of his mother with a much, much better body.

“Tadaa, son! Now tell me you aren’t interested in mommy.”

Carl just looked away and blushed. Everything about this was…so…wrong…and yet. And yet…

Aren looked him in the eyes, her face still covered in a bit of flour as she slowly reached under her shirt and tugged it up slowly, letting “her” breasts slip free from the tight shirt, slowly falling into their place with a bit of bounce. Carl was struggling now to come up with reasons as Aren pulled the shirt further up before letting it rest just above Maxine’s D cup breasts to let the illusion continue.

“You’ve wanted this so badly, and now you tell me you’re backing out of it. Had enough after just one dip in the pool. Aren took a break as she suddenly stood up and walked away, tits bouncing freely as she washed her face and undid the red rope that tied her hair together. Her hair fell in long blond streaks downward as she turned to Carl and licked her lips.

“This whole thing…is consequence free. No one will ever know. Nothing will happen. They’ll just wake up and not even care about the time they missed out on.”

“Delete any physical evidence…and you’re free to do as you like.”

“So what would you like to do to me, son? I’m ready and willing.” Carl watched her move, watched her talk, and lay it on thick. His best friend as his mother in the sexiest way possible, offering him a blank check.

Aren pulled off her soaking wet panties, lowering them to the ground and tossing them aside with her soft feet.

Carl sighed. “There was no way i was ever going to pass something like this up, you know that.”

Aren waved her left pointer finger from left to right. “On two conditions.”

“What? You can’t do that.” Carl’s hands turned to fists, but he felt that he had very little to counter with to Vincent’s demands. “What is it you want?”

“One. After we’re done, you get in your sisters suit and let me play with your nether regions for one minute. Two. I get to be your mom for the rest of the weekend and week, and the next weekend too!”

“WHAT! A WHOLE WEEK? HOW ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO PULL THAT OFF?”

“There’s a lot of downtime at work, and they won’t need me for another 10 days or so. And i have nothing to do. So why not try something new and be your mom. Your very kinky, secretly incestuous stay at home-mom. Besides, you were bragging how you had the week off too so lets make the best of it.”

“And what about my sister, she needs to be at work on monday.”

“Easy.” Aren slowly approached Carl, both hands under her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. ” We act normal in the morning, send her off to work, then in the evening when she comes home, we zap her and use our privacy to do fun things…of all kinds.”

“…this all sounds horribly abusive.”

“I checked with a few prostitutes. It’s 100 percent clean. In. Out. No one knows.” She got even closer, staring him in the eyes. “You know you want this so much, so why not just go along with all the fun. She got onto her knees, gently freeing Carl’s throbbing erection and playing with the cockhead with her tongue.
“This is one of the days I’m glad yours is bigger then mine.” She moaned for a bit, waiting for a second as Vincent’s erection suddenly parted her vagina like the red sea, two hairy balls plopping into place behind it.

Carl looked down at his shemale mother with an incredibly young and near flawless body. To himself, he noted. “Maybe i am just a bit bi then…”

Aren let her hairs wave around as she got to work in what only could be called an aggressive way, going “balls deep” with a practiced ease while one hand jacked herself off down below. Never resting, never letting up or giving Carl much of a break. She pulled back, enjoying the taste in her mouth. Carls eyes darted in between his mothers face, his sisters body, and his best friends cock.

“Pick one. Fuck your sister or your mother. “

“Maxine’s face is hotter you know. But with this body on i must admit i dont mind.”

Aren looked a bit sad for a moment but it seemed to be very fake. “Ill go get your sister then.” She rummaged with the white shirt in the back, before letting Maxine’s hair and dis morphed upper half of her face pop out behind her. Aren tugged it over her head like you would a jacket, letting it all fall into place. With another tug on her neck just beneath the shirt a strange line was revealed, that as she pulled up revealed itself to be Maxine’s lower lip. She grabbed her nose and her lower lip, holding them in front of her face and stretched it out. With a mighty “SLAP” she let of of the stretched skin and Maxine, now complete smiled at him.

“All right Carl, i want you to do me from behind now.” She removed her shirt with ease since it was no longer needed.

“Not with that thing out.”

Maxine laughed at him. “All right, give me a second.” Ignoring his protest she simply began jacking off like before, aiming her throbbing erection at the floor while Carl took a step back.

Her whole body began to rock along with every stroke, moving together almost akin to a dance. Carl was still struggling to come to terms with his futa sister jacking off in front of him fully nude. Her moans and furious stroking increased pace until she came in one big motion of extacy. As she began ejaculating Vincents penis retracted inside her, her male orgasm turning into a feminine one…squirting cum from within. A moment later the squirts faded along with the bump above her crotch.

“Ooooooh…best part is that my penis is basically non-existent. Its not there, feel it.” Maxine approached with a big smile on her face.

“Really now? You cant get enough can you?”

“Put your arm inside. It will fit. These bodies will stretch to abything basically. Maxine demonstrated by bending all the way forward and licking her own male and female fluids that were mixing in her vagina.

“Ok, go for it.”

Carl crouched in front of her and with a shrug pushed his left arm in. To his surprise his sisters labial lips easily let his whole fist pass. Maxine just let out a low purr of excitement as her lower body was basically split in half.

“Okay…im in.”

“Feel around…its not there.” Carl was now elbow deep inside her and he started feeling the inner walls of his sister but noticed nothing.

“And now..” Carl could suddenly feel Vincents penis poke against his hand and he yanked it out in one big pull

“Ha, gotcha!”

Carl stood up as he pulled away from the penis that once again plopped out of his sisters crotch.

“So. If i wanted to…i could become maxine fully. Not physically. Mentally too. I just crawl to the back of their minds and whenever i want to i just come back. Dont worry, i wont do it now but i definitely plan on doing when i’m mom for a week.”

“Speaking of which. Its time for your side of the bargain.”

Carl let out a soft sigh. “Five minutes in it. Nothing more.”

“I bet you you’ll want to stick around longer then that, but no, C, I won’t force you to stay in it longer then five minutes.”

“So the way this works is that when you forget that you’re wearing a suit, but focus instead on being the person you look like, you get their memories, their mannerisms, everything. But it’s still you being in charge, unless as I said before you deliberately hold back. Its far more intuitive then you’d think. But…there’s no zipper. You need to climb in manually through an orifice. Maxine sat down on the chair opposite Carl and spread her legs wide, Vincent’s dick still standing firm.

She tugged at one side of her labial lips mostly hidden behind the erection, further and further as her left leg went limp into hollow skin. There were some strange disturbances in her belly as suddenly a slightly thicker feminine leg slipped out of Maxine’s vagina. The same happened to her right leg, and a second leg slipped out. Maxine stood upright, two legs turned into limp skin hanging at the side while two legs and a dick thrust forward from her vagina. “Look at me now, brother, isn’t this pretty?” Her hands went limp, both receding inward, and Aren’s hands grabbed the side of her daughter’s vagina. With a big unnatural stretch she widened them open completely and lifted them up.
Mom was back..with “Maxine’s” dick still sticking out.
“So what orifice do you pick?”

“Which one’s easier?”
“I guess the asshole.”
“Yuck.”

“No no, it’s all clean.” Aren turned the skinsuit of her daughter around, showing the anus. “So you just sit or lie down crawl inside with your head and arms, then slip your legs in put them in their place.”
She motioned him along to the couch as she lay the moist skinsuit out on it. “Just pull open wide and go inside.”

Another sigh. “Five minutes.”

“Five minutes. Now go.”

Carl looked at the deflated skin of his sister. Yet strangely, he didn’t really doubt it. Five minutes. In and out. He trusted Vincent with his life so it wasn’t hard to accept it.

He put his hands on his sisters deflated buttocks, checking if it was clean. A bit of cum dripped…but that was his own.

“Fuck it.” Carl pulled open wide, took a deep gasp of breath and just plunged into the dark, moist inside of the suit. Struggling for a while to get a grip, he finally managed to tug and grasp at it, further and further. He could see a bit of light from eyeholes up ahead so he reached forward, crawling and tugging to get it over his eyes. He could feel two…holes to the side which he figured were where he’d fit his arms. With two thrusts things suddently snapped into place. He thought about literally being Maxine, and suddenly the suit started to move, shape and shift closer and closer around him. His vision turned fully black before coming back.

“Holy shit.” Maxine Orthen, at least her upper half was a perfect recreation while carl’s legs and dick stuck out from her rear. Carl could feel it all as if it was his own skin.

“Come on, get fully in it, just plunge up.” Carl did his best to retract both of his legs inside, fully inside the skin, slipping them into the two sockets on both sides. And as he did…Maxine’s strange deformed lower half took shape into perfection.

He could feel the sway of her breasts, the sensation of a slight breeze on her naked skin, and the wet fluids dripping from two holes. Especially the feeling from downstairs was getting him rather horny…for getting penetrated. It felt real good…being Maxine. And as that thought crossed his mind he suddenly felt very comfortable in his new form, as he moved around just like Maxine would. He took a moment to look for naughty memories, and as he found out that she had had only two hook-ups but that was it. Ricky Mekelay in the backsteat of his pick-up truck. And Alex Winford in a public bath’s locker rooms. Outside of that Maxine’s memories of masturbation and reading naughty stories on lonely evenings, and the vibrator she had hidden underneath her bra’s.

Without really thinking of it, Maxine began to stroke and touch herself, cupping her breasts and beginning to rub against her still-dripping vagina.

“No no, dear. Let me help.” Not letting the moment slip, Aren got close and seemed to tightly grip Maxine, pulling her along to the wall where she wasted no moment in pulling away her daughter’s hand and letting her own erection slip inside. She pressed herself fully against her daughter.
“Five minutes, but from the way you’re moaning it sounds like you’d like to stay like this longer.

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First time i got into this i also started masturbating. Dont worry. Youll learn to maange it. Let mommy teach you.” Aren leaned in for a kiss and Maxine was too pinned down to really be able to get away…outside of getting overwhelmed with feelings from her new body, and the whole new sexual experience. Aren went all out, instantly going for a deep tender tongue kiss, both of her arms around Maxine’s waist doing a gentle rub to try to keep overwhelming Maxine. Vincent’s throbbing erection emerged from her nether regions straight into her daughter. It was clear that at certain times nothing could be seen, as Vincent as Aren pushed the limits of “balls deep” on Carl as Maxine’s first time with an absolute onslaught. Maxine was moaning with every thrust of her mother’s “bonding ritual”

“Can you still think straight, C?”

“Oh god, V, what the hell is this? What the hell…why does it feel sooo nnngh good.”

“Relax, let mommy take care of you. Or your best friend. Whichever you prefer. But now it’s time to play a game!”

“A game or what? Shemale incest?”

“No, quoting bad lines from incest porn!”

Maxine let out a laugh in between the absolute thrill of her first penetration

“Mommy, impregnate my asshole.”

“Lets keep our love in the family, sweetie.”

“I can’t believe you’re fucking me better then my boyfriend!.”

“Incest is Wincest, mom!”

“My penis is bigger then yours!”

As they both shared a chuckle, Aren suddenly smiled even wider as she increased pace…and released.

“Oh fuck…Ohhhh fuck.” Both of them got even closer as Maxine let her head fall back so quickly she actually hit her head against the wall, slight pain mixing with absolute extacy as both of them came at the same time as tension rippled through their bodies. Both of them shared a scream, disregarding anything and everything around them to just keep it going. Aren continued as she filled up Maxine to penetrate and fuck her, still holding both arms down. Finally, both of them seemed to have their legs collapse between them as Aren pulled her daughter down onto the floor, rolling to be on top. Aren pulled out, trying to get the final stream to splatter all over Maxine´s face, but at this time it would no longer reach. As the ejaculation faded out Aren smiled at the utterly defeated Maxine, who seemed to be completely stunned on the floor.

Aren got up, reaching for a nearby tablecloth to clean herself up as well as any other pieces of wet evidence around.

“Get up, daughter.”

“O-o-okay, yeah. Wow.” Maxine got to her feet, dripping from below quite a bit. “I dont really know what to say, V.”

“Just call me Mom.” Aren waved her finger dismissively like she normally would. Normally…without Vincent’s cock waving along with her every move.

“Now, I want you to just focus on your penis, dear. Carl’s penis.”

“What?”

“Just think of it.” To her surprise, Maxine could see a bump appear on her crotch that extended southward as internally she could feel pressure build on her nether regions as she could feel Carl’s cock suddenly come into existence. Another feminine moan, subdued this time, followed as the erection thrust itself out of her nether regions, settling into place.

“Good, good. Now, if you focus on your vagina, the effect reverses. Simple as that. So, are you ready for what’s next?”

Maxine looked in the mirror. She felt incredible…satisfied. Sexy, and desired. The way she moved, was so natural..he might as well be his own hot sister. With extra’s, currently. She played with her hair, and watched some of Vincents cum drip from underneath Carl’s cock still.

Aren stood next to him, cleaning her up with tender, motherly strokes of a tablecloth before comically tossing it aside.

“Okay…so we’re… a pair mother and daughter with cocks. It’s all so surreal, but it feels good. So what’s next?”

“We go shopping of course. Time for a quick shower, and then we’re off to the sex shop.”

Maxine looked at her mother. “You want to go out in public like this?”

Aren smiled “No, first we clean ourselves up, and get dressed first. If you’re scared of being caught, you can just retract. I’m going to out as shemale Aren anyhow.”

Aren gently tugged her daughter along. “Come on dear. Maybe we can do something fun while we clean up.”