Maxine Orthen took a moment to just breathe and calm down as stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Naked as the day she was born. Her eyes were still wide in surprise.
“My God….My God what is going on. This can’t be real, just can’t.” The attractive, young blonde woman slowly touched her face. In this moment of calm she slowly touched her cheek, feeling the sensation. “It’s so soft, her skin is so soft…” On accident she scratched herself with her long fingernails completely unused to them. With both hands Maxine rubbed her cheeks watching them shift and then stretch further and further until it looked extremely unnatural. As she let it go they slapped back into place. Tugging at her hair, the skin came loose again somewhat only to leave no evidence that anything was wrong in the first place after it was restored.
Underneath the flawless face of his very attractive sister Carl was quite concerned and confused at the whole idea of him currently wearing and being …his own sister. At first, the sexual thrill and simple curiosity had overwhelmed his senses completely. And then there was Vincent, his best buddy who was currently wearing the skin of his mother. All of this was just insane, beyond anything he could have imagined.
She splashed some water on her face, watching her uncovered D cup breasts bounce freely.
Carl, or rather Maxine could feel herself get aroused as she cupped them. “God, how can she have had them forever and not spend time groping herself all the time.” As she squeezed her chest. “Always wanted to do this, just…not as you, sis.”
Glancing in the mirror the realisation that she was covered in cum kicked in. Now all of a sudden, she felt quite dirty and rushed to get under the shower. As she showered, she grabbed one of Carl’s shampoos and just slapped some of his body gel on hers. While Maxine was rubbing herself clean, she touched her nether regions for a moment and pulled her hand back.
“God, that’s even more sensitive. Is everything on a woman’s body so…” Maxine didn’t bother to finish the sentence. She closed her eyes, relaxing a bit under the warmth of the shower.
Behind her she could hear the doorknob turn. “Fuck. I should have locked it.”
“You shouldn’t be worried dear; I’ve already seen you naked before.” Aren Orthen, Maxine’s and Carl’s mother, stepped into the bathroom fully naked. Underneath was Carl’s best (and most perverted) friend Vincent. For a whole week, Carl had agreed to have Vincent take up the role of his mother. A deal was a deal…but this was just insane. Aren wasn’t as attractive as her daughter, but she carried herself well for her age. Maxine crossed looks with the naked MILF, and the smirk on her mother’s face was very much unlike herself.
“Yeah whatever. Give me a break Vincent, this whole thing is god-damned insane! My futanari mom just banged me while I am my own sister.”
Maxine’s eyes fell on Vincent’s erection that was still poking through Aren’s folds. Aren looked on, leaning against the wall and waiting. She had one hand around her cock and stroked it softly at the sight of the naked woman in front of her. With her other hand she was groping herself.
“Maxine, my daughter.” Aren laid on the faux-motherly tone quite a bit. “I am your mother and I want you to acknowledge that. Don’t call me Vincent, just call me mom for as long as I am…your mom.” She smiled at her. “I just have discovered some new personal interests and a very special tool that I pull out occasionally. Please don’t break the immersion, Maxine, I’d like to take my time to enjoy this as long as I can.”
“For a week! A week only.” Maxine paused, before begrudgingly adding “Mom.”
“Sunday evening yes, yes. A full week and nothing less than that. Until then I am your mother. I don’t plan to get in any other suits…well, maybe one…” Aren looked longingly at her daughter’s impressive buxom. “Really depends on how it goes, how you’re feeling as such.”
Maxine sighed as she slapped some more water in her face, noticing that she could stretch her own face quite a bit, to a disturbing degree. She tugged out her cheek and watched her entire face deform along with it. Carefully she let her cheek fall back into place by slowly letting go.. “Maxine’s gotta work tomorrow morning, and I don’t plan to do it for her…as her…you know.”
“Oh don’t worry. This beauty has a copy feature.” Aren played around with the futuristic and odd looking gun, aimed at the ground, and with a flash a second empty skin of Maxine appeared on the ground. “You let the original head out, and then get in this one.”
“Assuming.” Maxine raised her finger in objection. “I’m going to be playing my sister for a week. Which I’m not.”
“You’ve just been deflowered by your mom. Don’t worry, there’s still a bunch of fun things to discover. There’s more than one hole on a female, you know. And of course, you have yet to find out all the fun things with boobs.” Her mother winked at her.
“Ugh…just…no.”
“Trust me, I worked as a prostitute for a while now and let me tell you, being a woman is amazing”
Maxine practically choked on a bit of water as her mouth fell open.
“You WHAT?”
Without skipping a beat Vincent flicked a button and dumped another skinsuit on the floor, this time of an average- looking Latino woman with excessive makeup and an obvious boobjob.. “I took her pattern in Hisfield, by paying her once. She’s been working in the weekends here for a while now, making Vincent some green.
Maxine glanced down at “I think I’ve seen her around a few times. Like, hanging around Cronenburg park.”
“How come you know about that, have you been there? I surely would have known if I’d seen you pick up a girl around there.”
“It’s past the route to grandma’s house, we go there by car every week.” Maxine shook her head “So…you’ve…you’ve been a prostitute?”
“The money doesn’t lie, C. Why’d you think I suddenly had a bunch of extra cash lying around?”
“I had some thoughts…” Maxine shut off the shower and started drying herself up. Aren waited patiently, her feminine hands grasped around her dick. “I figured you’d…be up to something…well, okay, I could NEVER even have considered that.”
Aren let go of her erection and started playing with her tits. “Trust me, women have a much easier way of getting into prostitution then men do. And it’s fun to do, to boot!”
“I am not going to….”
“Oh hell no, of course not. This whole thing stays in between you and me… I don’t know what turns me on so much about this incestuous, wrong setup…two futa family members making secret love.” Aren walked up to Maxine and squeezed her nipples while going in for a kiss.
Maxine nearly went limp in response to the strong stimuli that rocked her body. “Oh God, why does everything feel so good?” Maxine backed away from Aren, and Aren didn’t close the distance on purpose, giving her some space.
“We should get dressed, Maxine, because we are going out on a shopping trip!”
“The fuck, V? I mean, mom. I may be a woman, but I don’t plan to live like one, shopping is incredibly boring.”
“If you keep misnaming mommy she’s going to punish you…sexually.” Aren’s predatory smile reinforced the threat before winking at her to reduce the tension. “So you and me are going on a mother-daughter shopping trip to the sex store”
“That’s insane!”
“Less intense than banging your sister, then turning into your sister and getting banged by your mother with a cock?”
“Well, YES! that would be in PUBLIC!” Maxine covered up her own chest in a defensive way, while in fact it was somewhat pointless since her lower half was completely uncovered.
“Maxine…no one will ever even notice as long as you keep your cock covered up. Or inside. I’m keeping mine out though, I just find that a fun idea. II want for us to get some sexy latex outfits for the both of us, and some fun sex toys so we can play around with them.”
Aren zapped the skinsuit on the floor and it dissipated into nothing.
“Relax, daughter dear. Everything is going to be perfectly fine. Come on, let’s get dressed.”
Reluctantly, the completely naked daughter followed the completely naked mother to Maxine’s room.
“Okay, have you been remembering some of Maxine’s things yet?”
“What?”
“Oh, while I’d say that I’m a pretty good actor…or actress. Part of it just came down to thw fact that if you focus on it you can pull from their memories and mannerisms with ease. Just focus on them and soon you’ll be your sister entirely, except for with someone else running the show. ” Aren winked.
“Go ahead, try it. I’ll give you a moment.
Maxine sat down on her bed, lying down and considering everything that was happening. It was so wrong, yet why did all of it feel fantastic and amazing. And above all, fun. “Okay.. I need to get ready to go out, what do I…” Suddenly….he just knew it. She got up and started moving.
Carl was almost an observer as Maxine put on her underwear and bra, slipping into them with maximum ease. She picked out a short shirt that bared her midriff and a pair of skinny jeans to go along with it. Carl worried for a second how he’d manage doing her makeup and Maxine turned to the dressing table filled with products. She kept it rather simple today, preferring to just colour her lips a dark shade of cherry red and straighten out her hair.
Just as she was about done , her mother returned to the room. She herself was dressed in a red dress with her hair done up.Vincent, or rather, Maxine’s mom Aren took a moment to readjust her cock. Occasionally one could see a noticeable bulge underneath it as she moved around but it was still relatively subtle
“So dear, how did it go?”
“I feel…girly.”
Aren glared at her, striking up a stern pose as if she was a doctor analysing her patient.
“Hmm yes yes, feeling girly, a well known side effect of being a woman. You’ll get used to it, trust me. After all, being out in public as an attractive woman does mean that people will end up staring at you. You can keep it cool, can’t you?”
“Sure. I guess.”
“No one knows a thing, man. As much as everyone knows we are just mother and daughter.” Aren stepped closer, embracing her daughter and kissing her on the mouth. Maxine’s chest squeezed against his mother while she blushed quite a bit. Aren groped her daughters butt.
“See? Its all good.”
“I never knew women’s bodies could be so incredibly sensitive.”
“Just you wait till we get a few sex toys. Trust me, you’ll like it.”
“Okay. This is…”
“Weird? Messed up? Kinky?”
“All three. But, I’m with you.”
“Thank you.” Aren pecked her daughter on the cheek and groped her butt.
“Everything is messed up, but Jesus…” Maxine smiled. “It feels so good, all of this.” Maxine motioned at her breasts and crotch region ” So…i’ll play along for now, mom. But Maxine is heading off to work tomorrow and come Sunday you’re going to go back to being Vincent.”
“Yep, yep. And you can decide if you want to be Maxine or Carl this week. Maybe even Aren. Or day by day. We could also potentially switch roles for fun. But for now I want to get fit with something…fancy.”
“From your own funds I presume?
“Yeah yeah. I’m only stealing your mothers body and her life for a week.” Aren giggled. “I’m a perv, not a thief.`
Maxine looked like she was about to protest but let it slide. The two of them headed downstairs and approached the front door. As they stepped outside Maxine shrieked and rushed back inside.
” What’s wrong, Maxine” The motherly tone was, for once, pretty sincere.
Maxine closed the front door and sat down on the doormat.” I can’t go out as my own sister, in public, man! What if some of her friends come over and talk to me? I can’t pretend to be her and pull it off! Everybody is going to stare at me!”
“C. You’ve got her memories…you’ve got her body, and mannerisms. You´re her. Completely. There is no need to worry, I got your back, right at your side.. Always, C.”
Gently, Aren pulled the scared Maxine up and motioned at the door. outside.
“So just step outside, look around. The only reason why anyone stares at you is simple. You’re hot. Hot girls draw looks. A slight breeze picked up Maxine´s pretty hair and played with it. Her eyes flashed around her…on the street, at the houses, the few people walking by. No one cared. No one looked. No one minded.
“I guess…it should be fine.”
” Exactly, now let’s go! Oh, and if people do stare, welcome to the world of being a pretty girl, C. Hope you enjoy your stay, Maxine.” She added some emphasis on the end.
“I’m driving, you just take shotgun.” Aren said but Maxine didn’t really respond, far too wrapped up in everything around her. The feeling of her boobs swaying slightly drew her attention from time. Sitting down next to her mother Maxine couldn’t stop groping herself, feeling up her chest.
Aren smiled as she started up the car.
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The drive was rather quiet, both of them deep in thought. Maxine was looking in the rear view mirror, examining her eyes and feminine face. Everything was so wrong…yet felt so good. He felt very exposed, yet equally excited by all the new opportunities.
And, looking back at the incredible sex from just…an hour ago, he just had to continue this journey just to see if it would stay as thrilling and exciting as that. Maxine laid back against the car seat, her nipples clearly poking out of her shirt indicating her arousal.
Aren took a moment to let her right hand spring free and squeeze her daughter’s right nipple with a quick pinch
“Ouch!” Maxine pushed the hand away but blushed nonetheless in response to just how much that simple act turned her on.
“I can see them poke through dear, it’s just making you even sexier.””Keep your eyes on the road, damn it!”
“Tssk tssk, language, you little shit.” Aren waggled her finger yet she kept her eyes straight ahead on the road.
“You know you might be her, but you don’t really act like her. It doesn’t seem like you’re trying to outside of the fake motherly act.”
“Oh, mommy just realized she’s an incestuous pervert. And as they say, like mom, like daughter.” Maxine just laid back, letting the snarky comments fly over her. V usually was the one with the sharper tongue of the two, and for now, he…no, she was in charge.
“Aren parked the car outside the alleyway leading up to the Den of Dark Desires, also called the ‘Triple Ds.’ Carl had never dared venture inside, but Vincent undoubtedly had visited quite a few times to pick up some new “private gear.”
This would be the first visit for Aren and Maxine, though. The pink neon sign lit up the entire alleyway, the D’s in the sign adorned with nipples. Rather than the interior, Maxine got a good look of her current form in the mirrors that barricaded the windows. Her? His? Carl was not sure how to think of himself, and pronouns were not helping his case currently. Two women, clearly mother and daughter, stood next to each other, examining themselves in the mirror.
Aren had a smug look on her more mature face, her blonde hair in a motherly bun reaffirming her MILF status despite sporting only an average bosom. Her looks and the way she carried herself made her stunning even after her prime. And Maxine… Maxine was the hot teen bombshell version of her mother. A budding model’s figure if not the ambition to match, she had all the right curves in all the right places.
Maxine smiled, cringed, and rubbed her eyes, still somewhat disbelieving. Everything felt normal and natural… outside of the knowledge that he was in fact “Carl,” not “Maxine,” his own incredibly sexy sister. She let her hands roll over her body, watching her nipples poke through his, no- her shirt; every motion and every touch far more intense than Carl had ever felt.
“So let’s go inside then, daughter. I’ll do the talking.”
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Maxine was noticeably on edge as she walked into the sex shop. Hundreds of sex products lined the walls, movies, toys, dildos, dolls, lube…the whole lot. The guy standing behind the counter was…less filthy then she expected, and more…just regular. Nondescript caucasian dark haired guy in a shirt. Maxine waved at him in a bit of a nervous fashion making it look more like an unnerved twitch.
Aren led the way to the sex toy department, grabbing a few dildos and vibrators.” She grabbed the biggest black silicone dildo and showed it off to her daughter.
“No way in hell that that’s going to fit. No way.”
Aren leaned in and winked at her confidently “We both stretch. Trust me, C. Gonna feel great.” She put it in her shopping cart along with a few vibrators.” All the while, Maxine followed meekly behind her mother, not really engaging with what was around her. As Aren looked back ,her daughter seemed to almost curl up in shame.
“Take it this ain’t your kind of place.”
“I feel so embarrassed…” She rubbed her sides awkwardly. “This whole place is just…no.”
“Right. Eh. Let me finish up quickly, we’ll buy the rest online.” Aren was planning to get the both of them some tight fun latex outfits but shelved the idea for now. “I think…this may have been a bit too much.”
Maxine glanced back at the clerk, quickly ducking behind a shelf.
“You think?!”
“Keep your voice down, just smile and I’ll wrap this up quickly.”
Aren turned back to a new shelf, selecting a few buttplugs and slipping them in the basket. “Can’t go around without wearing one of those either.” Looking back in the basket, she was satisfied for now, resolving to buy a few more things online this evening. Certainly though, her mind was on her daughter, with a tinge of regret. Maxine clearly was at unease.
“Okay, let me just pay and we’re out.” Aren did the talking, quickly going through the process and paying with Vincent’s card. Maxine flanked her all the way, eyes flashing around nervously at the one other customer that was most definitely eying her up.
The very moment the transaction was completed, Maxine grabbed her mother’s hand and dragged her out the door. “Okay, okay I get it.”
“Just get to the car and drive off, do it.”
“Yeah, okay. Okay.” The two of them paced quickly through the parking lot and got in the car. With spinning tires Aren drove off and manoeuvred on the highway back home. As she turned on the cruise control she turned to see her daughter sitting their, distracted and deep in thought.”
“I’m sorry, C, I got a bit carried away. I’ve been a woman…well, women, for a while now and it’s second nature.”
“Yeah…” Maxine shook her head. “That…I mean…I Dunno. Being Maxine is…something, I can’t make up my mind.”
“Fun but weird?”
“Fun but fucking…weird.” She sighed. “I just need to get used to this. And going to a greasy sex shop off the bat, ugh, no.”
“I’m sorry. How about we go home and you take her off, would that make you feel any better?”
“I would like to be her for a bit more, without going into public. Just at home.”
“Yeah. Maybe, tomorrow we could just take a walk outside your house to get used to it. Or you could play Aren, im sure she draws less looks. Most of all…don’t worry about it. People like staring at attractive women, you included.”
Maxine nodded slowly. “I guess.”
“Besides, when we get home I’ll reward you for your courage, my daughter.” Aren smirked slightly as she looked back on the road, navigating back home.
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