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Stolen Lives - Catherine Story by treecatt Original concept by Melissa Blake The kitchen is dimly lit as I stare out the windows into the sunrise. Rays of light cascade through the window panes as the morning comes into view. I sit staring at the sunrise. My cup of coffee stares at me. I find it harder to get started without it now. I slowly stand up, brushing my long, soft auburn hair back over my ears as I make my way to the door leading to the porch, carrying my cup of coffee in my small hands. The crisp morning air brushes against my soft cheeks as I step out onto the porch, my nipples hardening as the cold air seeps inside my robe. Standing at the edge of the deck, I think about myself, about my family, and how this is only the beginning of a wonderful life. I ponder on the events that led to this moment. How special they were and where they have taken me. How they forever changed my life. I do not think of myself as evil or cruel or hurtful in any way. I attained what I have always wanted. I possess what I have cherished since I was a child. I did what I thought was necessary to get here. Selfish, maybe. But I am finally happy with my life. It's a beautiful Saturday morning in July. Carefully setting my coffee cup on the rail of the porch I hug myself from sheer joy, feeling my soft breasts pressed against each other by my thin arms. Birds sing in the sky as I look east into the sun. My full lips curve into a smile at the knowledge that this is the life I was meant to live. I hear movement in the bedroom followed by the sound of the shower starting. Picking up my cup of coffee, I return inside the house to get dressed. I think of the day to come - the wonders I will see, the sights I will behold. I smile in anticipation. The Discovery I guess I'm what you could call an average all American guy. I'm 24; I grew up in the heart of the south and went to school at a liberal arts college. Physically, I take after my father. At 6' 2" and 185 pounds, I played ball most of my life. I was good at it which allowed me to choose the institution of my choice. I studied, I played, I drank, I partied. Just about pretty normal for a guy like me. I moved out to the west coast after graduation and found my niche in life as a graphic artist. For three years I've worked harder than ever. I've developed love handles at my waist due to long days and an occasional weekend at the office. My girlfriend still says I'm ruggedly handsome though. My sister took a job in the same city after graduating from college. She met Tom, her current boyfriend at work. He's a pretty good guy and I think Traci and he are getting very serious. Fortunately for her, my sister takes after our mother. She has a large bust and very curvy figure. She's also very petite, just like Mom, a little under 5' 2" tall. In high school, I was constantly pestered my friends to set them up on a date with her because she's so pretty. I met my girlfriend about two years ago and we have been together ever since. Talk about moving in together has pretty much been the topic of conversation between us for the past week. We're both been pretty excited and the planning has been in the works for several months now. She works most weekends leaving me alone to my football games on Saturdays in the fall. So, I'm sitting on the couch on a weekend afternoon watching Florida pummel UGA. "Oh man, here we go again..." I think to myself. "This one's already over in the second quarter." Feeling hungry, I pull my butt off the couch and decide a sub sandwich is probably what my stomach's going to like. Grabbing the keys off the desk, I open the door and make my way to the car in the driveway. Driving into town has always been an adventure in people watching. The town is very liberal, very hippie-ish, and very cool. I find the store and park my car, walking across the street to grab the sucker and go. After 5 minutes of standing in line and finally getting my sandwich, I walk out to see something that stops me in my tracks for a moment. Sitting next to my car, dressed in tattered clothes, is an old man. From his appearance, I assume he is homeless, looking for a handout. Cautiously, I approach my car seeing as how he is sitting right next to the front bumper. "Excuse me sir..." I said. "I need to leave, so if you would kindly move please." He didn't budge. "Sir..." He rose to his feet and approached me. Intimidated, I step back. "Brad, don't be alarmed." I'm dumbfounded. Stopping in my tracks I ask, "How...how do you know my name?" "I know a lot young man." "B...but how? "That's not important right now, is it?" "What the hell does that mean?" "I'm here because of something you want. Something that I can give you. A lifelong dream waiting to be fulfilled." "I...I don't understand?" I stutter. "Here...let me show you." he said, reaching into a torn pocket. As he drew his hand out, I could see he held two objects. "Take these." Reluctantly, not knowing why, I lift up my hand, the old man placing two small, smooth stones in my palm. "What the heck are these?" "The key to your desires and those like you. Let me show you." "See that car over there? The green Toyota?" "Yeah, what about it? "Watch..." Taking the stones out of my hand he spins them around once in his hand as he mumbles under his breath. His hand suddenly glows a brilliant red. my gaze is fixated on the glow from his hand when he suddenly looks at me. "Look! Believe what you see with your own eyes!" he commands. "Look at what? Believe what?!" I ask, not understanding. He raises his arm, pointing at the car. As I stare at the car, the Toyota begins to change before my eye. The shape of the car slowly melts into the form of a VW. I was floored. "How the hell?!" "The Stones are very special," he said. "Take them and wish for something." "You've got to be kidding me?" I said, disbelief in my voice. "Do it!" As he places the stones in my hand, I look at the house across the street from the store. "Okay...I wish that house was green," I said as I spin the stones in my hand just like I saw him do a moment ago. The stones in my hand glow the same bright crimson. What I see before me I can't explain. The house in front of my eyes slowly turns from a light blue to a deep green. "I...I...don't understand. How is this possible?" Ignoring my question, the old man said, "These are yours Brad." "Mine?" "With the Stones you have the power to fulfill your heart's desire. I hear the caps in his voice, Stones not stones. Anything is possible, you need only say the words. When done, pass the Stones on to someone else. Word your wishes carefully while holding the Stones. When you want your wishes to come true, spin them. Remember, the Stones are very powerful. They can fulfill any wish, no matter how fantastic it might seem." "Are you serious?" "The Stones are yours to do with as you will. Make your wishes now," the old man ordered. "As they were passed on to me, I now pass them on to you." I sit and stare at him for several moments. I look at the Stones and then back up at him. "I hope you're right old man." With that, I look down into my hands and ponder what wishes I should make for several seconds. "Anything is possible? No matter how crazy it might seem?" I ask. "Anything! Anything at all!" the old man exclaimed. "I know what I want." My heart is racing. Could this possibly be true? "Say the words young man." I pause, close my eyes and clench the Stones tightly. Can I actually speak my heart's desire in front of this stranger? Yes...yes I can. I must! "I want..." The Visit "You're coming, when?" "In a couple of days. Your mother and I decided to come out to see you and your sister. I know it's short notice, but your mother realized it's been over a year since we last saw you and Traci. She insisted we see you right now. You know how mother's are," my father said, a smile in his voice. "Well, how long will you be able to visit for?" I ask. "We can only stay through the weekend...well, I can only stay through the weekend. I have to catch a plane home Sunday evening. We're about to finish a big project and I have to be at work Monday for the final stages. Your mother can stay longer if she wants...if it's okay with you? We're both pretty excited about seeing you and Traci, especially your mother." "Oh I know, I know. I can't wait. Mom is welcome to visit as long as she wants. What time does your flight arrive?" "Don't worry about it. I have a rental car reserved for the time we're there so don't worry about picking us up from the airport. We should be at your house around six or so. Your mother can keep the car if she decides to stay longer." "Well, anything you and Mom need?" "Nope, we got you covered. Okay kiddo?" "Thanks Dad." "We'll see you in a couple of days." I hang up the receiver and slowly turn to face the kitchen stove. Placing my hands on the countertop, I take a deep breath. This can't be real, I think. My heart pounds for what seems like an eternity. I slowly exhale. This is it. The moment has finally come to use the Stones. Dad was right about one thing. I did know how mothers are, but not as intimately as I hoped I soon would. First Theft I watch their car pull into my driveway as I'm sipping on a beer and smoking a cigarette. Both doors of the black Lincoln rental car swing open and I see my parents for the first time in over a year and a half. They step out of the car as I get up and walk over to greet them. Dad immediately walks to the trunk and begins unloading their baggage. They still look young. They were married when Mom became pregnant with me a few years after they graduated from college. They were planning to get married anyways, Mom getting pregnant just moved the timetable up a year or so. My sister Traci was born two years after me. Mom and Dad's silver wedding anniversary is next month. Last month, Dad told me he surprised Mom, asking her to renew their wedding vows in the chapel they got married in. Dad plans to wear a tuxedo and Mom will wear her wedding gown. My mother is still beautiful despite giving birth to two children. With minor alterations her wedding gown will fit perfectly. I can't wait to see her in the wedding gown she wore when she married Dad, especially if the Stones can truly do what the old man claimed. I've seen their wedding photos, Mom was radiant. My father's hair has a little more gray in it. My mother's hair is still a glossy auburn that falls over her shapely shoulders to her tiny waist. They both work out often and stay in shape. The fact they are both in their late forties doesn't even affect their looks. My father has on the usual golf shirt and slacks he wears when he travels and my mom is wearing tight shorts, the seam forming a slight camel toe as it splits the lips of her pussy. Mom is also wearing sheer pantyhose and a nice classic peach singlebreasted blazer, it's only button pulling the blazer into the curve of her small waist, the lapels pulled tight over her large bust. Her deep cleavage is clearly visible, the inner sides of her large soft breasts displayed for men to appreciate. Mom has always enjoyed showing off her cleavage, reveling in the desire she inspires in men. Dad doesn't mind, he enjoys the sight as much as the next man, secure in the knowledge he's the only man for her. I approach my father, holding a hand out for our traditional hand shake then give my mother a huge hug like always, feeling her soft breasts flatten against my hard chest. I look down as my mother takes a small step back, catching a glimpse of the lacy edges of a sexy pink bra. As I said, my mother is very beautiful and doesn't try to hide it. "Wow, you both look great!" I said to distract her from my glance down her blazer. "Oh, stop it!" my mother said slapping my arm playfully. "No, I'm serious. I wish I could get to the gym more often." "Well, your father and I try our best." Turning to help Dad with the luggage I see him staring at Mom as she walks to the door of the house. Glancing back at my mother, her womanly hips stretching her white shorts tight across her nicely rounded butt, I can see a visible panty line in the thin material of her shorts. Bending down to pick up some of the luggage I notice the huge tent in the front of Dad's slacks out of the corner of my eye. I'm thrilled to know Mom can still get a rise out of Dad at the drop of a hat. After Dad and I drop the luggage in my bedroom we stroll into the kitchen. I grab a couple of beers from the fridge. "Oh..." my mom said. "You don't have any gin do you?" "Crap. I knew I forgot something," I mumbled. My dad walked over and inspected my liquor cabinet. "No scotch or gin, huh?" I had removed both of them earlier in preparation for their arrival. "Afraid not." "Well, where's the nearest liquor store?" "About two miles up the road. You want me to go?" "Oh no. Don't worry about it. Just give me directions." I explained to my father in detail how to get to the store and attempted to give him money, which he absolutely refused to take from me. "Whew! Where's the bathroom?" asked my mom. "The ride from the airport was pretty long." "Use the one in my bedroom. I cleaned it today for you and Dad." "Thanks, honey," mom said as she turned towards the hall to my bedroom. "Be back in a bit," shouted my dad. My father walks out the front door and climbs into their rental car as I watch my mother walk down the hall and turn the corner, her heels clicking on my hardwood floors. I watch Mom's round butt cheeks jiggle slightly as her hips sway from side-to-side. "Soon," I think. "Very soon." I can feel my member stirring as it begins to harden. I walk into my bedroom and move the luggage to the side to make more room while Mom is in the bathroom. I look at the floor length mirror I bought yesterday, imagining the image I would soon see reflected in it. I feel my cock harden even more in anticipation. I hear the toilet flush then the sound of my mother washing her hands. I feel a lump in my throat as I slowly make my way to my dresser. Opening the top drawer, I pull out a small sack, emptying the contents into my hand. The Stones. The bathroom door opens. Out of the corner of my eye I see my mother stop and look around my bedroom. In my mother's hurry to use the bathroom she hadn't noticed the mirror. Seeing it she asks, "When did you get the mirror, honey?" "I bought it yesterday as a surprise for Amy. We've been planning to move in together and I thought she'd appreciate it. Do you think she'll like it?" "It's lovely. All women appreciate a full sized mirror," Mom said in her soft soprano. My cock becomes fully erect at the knowledge my mother has no idea her statement will soon apply to me. Raising my head I meet her gaze and stand up straight. My heart races, my breath quickens. I swallow hard and speak in a hoarse voice. "Mom... Could you come here for a sec?" "Sure, what is it? Are you okay?" she asks, a look of concern on her pretty face. "Here," I said pointing to the bed. "Could you sit down for a sec?" "Okay honey. Now, what's wrong?" she asks with concern in her soft, motherly voice. I look down at the Stones in my hand as I question what I am about to do, thinking about the life they can give me. I look back up at my petite mother sitting on the edge of my large bed, her slender legs crossed at her small knees, the front of her peach blazer pushed out by the curve of her large, round breasts. Making my decision, I smile. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Everything!" "What do you mean?" she said with motherly concern in her soft voice. A look of confusion forms on her attractive face. I spin the stones once in my hand. The stones slowly begin to glow. "Take off your clothes please." "Wha...what?" "Take them off. I don't want you to ruin them." "Are you nuts! What the hell has gotten into you?!" I spin them once again. "Mom, please!" I say sternly. The expression on her face changes to one of fear as she stands up and stares at me. "You find it hard not to do as I ask, don't you?" "Y... yes." "Don't fight. It'll only make it worse. Now, please take off your clothes and lay them on the bed." As I stand there, I watch my mother step out of her high heels as she unbuttons her peach blazer. Looking at me she takes off her blazer, revealing her soft, round breasts inside the large cups of the lacy pink bra I caught a glimpse of only minutes ago. Her large, thick nipples and areola play peek-a-boo through the lacy material of her sexy bra. Dad's told me often enough Mom had no problem breast feeding Traci and I when we were babies and now I can see why. After neatly laying the blazer on my bed, my mother reaches around to the small of her back to unzip her shorts. She tugs them down over her wide hips and round butt before letting them fall to the floor. Slightly distorted, I can see a pair of lacy pink panties through the top of her pantyhose. The sexy panties match the bra my mother is wearing with a smooth, shiny diamond shaped panel in front. The crotch of my mother's panties tightly hug her pussy as the thin side straps stretch around her wide hips. I watch her breasts shift inside the thin material of her bra as she reaches down to pick up the white shorts, setting them on top of her blazer. Turning to face me, my mother pulls her sheer pantyhose down over her womanly hips, sitting on the edge of the bed to peel them down her smooth, hairless legs before placing them next to her other clothing. "Now what Brad?" she asks, fear causing a slight tremor in her voice. "Remove your underwear too, please." She looks at me, scared, then slowly removes her sexy bra and panties, struggling to resist my demands. It is the first time I can remember seeing Mom fully naked. I now know for certain it won't be the last. I quickly begin to undress. Soon, I stand in front of her naked, my mother staring at my erect cock. Mother and child together. My dick is so hard I feel I could drive nails with it. I am aroused, not because I am sexually attracted to my mother, beautiful as she is, but because of what I know is about to happen. My lifelong dream is about to come true. Picking up the Stones, I spin them again, faster and faster. A bright deep glow begins to appear from the center, glowing brighter with each pass. A warm feeling passes over the surface of my body, penetrating deep into my bones. I feel queasy and hot at the same time. I steal a look at her and can tell from the expression on her face that something is happening. Changes begin deep within my body. I move in front of the full length mirror to watch the changes, standing just ahead and to the side of my mother as she sits on the edge of my bed. On the edge of the mirror I have put marks one inch apart from each other, starting five feet above the floor. I watch as my reflection becomes shorter. Inch by inch, I lose height. Mesmerized, I watch my reflection drop below six feet, then 5' 11"...10"...9", finally stopping just under the 5' 2" mark. My heart beats faster as I look at the reflection of my body in amazement. I watch each hair quickly retract into its pore all over my torso and legs. My legs lose their hairs at a rapid pace until they are smooth to the touch as my large pores disappear. My skin becomes even silkier to the touch as the top layer thins, then soft as a small underlying layer of fat forms. The color of my skin has become lighter as well, more feminine. My feet ache as each bone grows even smaller, my toes and heels rapidly losing mass. Within seconds my feet are small and narrow. Fascinated, I watch the legs of my body reshape themselves. Each calf becomes thinner with the slender ankles of a woman. They are no longer hard and muscular but curve gently up from my delicate ankles to my small knees. My toe nails are covered with a coat of bright red nail polish. I glance at my mother as she exclaims in disbelief, "That's the same shade I'm wearing!" My mother still doesn't realize what is happening to me, who I am becoming. I return my gaze to the mirror, focusing on the middle of my body as I suddenly feel a pressure in my hips as my pelvis finally responds to the wish I had made only days ago. My hips push outward, my thighs move further apart as my pelvis widens and begins to rotate forward. I soon feel like I'm about to fall over forcing me to rotate my pelvis forward even more to remain upright as my pelvis continues to widen. My abdomen no longer runs in a straight line down from my belly button but angles back as it approaches the junction of my legs. I feel my mother staring at my rear as my butt fills in, becoming soft and round. The tilt of my pelvis makes my butt stick out and my spine now has a pronounced feminine curve. My thighs grow heavier, especially in back, as they curve out to meet my wide hips. Unable to look away from my reflection, I watch my broad shoulders shrink inwards as my neck, chest and back muscles decrease in size compensating for the changes in my frame. My stomach stretches tightly over my mid-section as each love handle pulls in. The shape of my rib cage changes even further, becoming smaller and rounder, as my torso tapers in to a narrow waist several inches above my belly button before flaring out into the full, round hips of a woman. A small dip forms between my hip bones and abdomen as they become more prominent. The front of my thighs have filled in some as well, curving out from my delicate knees then back in sharply as they approach my prominent hip bones. Looking down past my small rib cage I watch my waist become even smaller as the center portion of my abdomen develops more of a dome shape. My belly has become soft, a slight feminine pot belly curves out below my belly button before diving in to my groin. My belly button has stretched into an oval shape just above the slight swell of my soft belly. My body continues to slowly change as my mother sits on the bed, watching with amazement at the spectacle before her. I raise my large, masculine hands to view them better. My heart thumps as my hands slowly become small and slender. The back of each hand becomes hairless and very smooth, with pale, creamy skin. Lightly rubbing my palms together I feel how incredibly soft they now are. My fingers are thin, delicately boned with long, narrow fingernails. The narrow fingernail on each tapered finger grows half an inch past the small tips of my fingers before coming to a point. A coat of fingernail polish the same bright shade of red as my toenails appears on each long manicured nail. My heart beats even faster as my wrists become thinner and thinner. Amazed, I watch my forearms become thinner and thinner then my upper arms lose muscle. My arms are now slim and delicate like my mother's, no evidence of the large masculine muscles I had remains. Glancing up at my reflection, I notice my collar bones are now thin as well, very feminine. My mother looks at my groin in the mirror, staring directly at my cock as if she somehow knows what is to happen next. My body shudders as my erect manhood slowly retracts towards my abdomen. With each passing second, my shaft grows shorter and thinner. My penis withdraws into my body as my testicles move inwards and upwards. The hole left by my lost manhood becomes a moist pink vagina. What is left of my penis blossoms into a flower within me, filling the void within my pelvis. Organs rearrange themselves to accommodate the new equipment. A thick fatty fold appears on each side of my new vagina, forming my outer labia as a pink clitoris buds from the remnants of my old sex. A fleshy hood quickly grows over my new clitoris as my inner labia appear. My new plumbing has moved further south towards my anus. In my mind's eye I see each testicle changing into an ovary filled with eggs as the line attached to each became a Fallopian tube. As I grunt in response to the changes I can hear my voice has shifted, increasing in pitch, sounding unfamiliar and alien. My scalp begins to tingle, locks of hair fall onto my ears and neck and down my front and back. Feeling the thick softness of my new hair with my delicate fingers I look in the mirror. My hair has changed from a dull brown to a familiar dark, glossy auburn with red highlights. In anticipation I stare at my face in the mirror, speechless as my eyes become larger and rounder, more prominent as my eyelids develop an oval shape. My vision briefly blurs as each dark brown iris changes to a jewel-like icy blue. I watch the face in the mirror as it laughs in a high, soft voice that makes me shiver. It is my mother's voice coming from my mouth. Focusing on the image of my face in the mirror, I feel the bones in my face shifting, reforming into something new, something familiar. As my thin masculine lips slowly become full and soft my upper lip curves up as it fills in exposing the tips of my small front teeth. My upper lip line has become sharply defined making my lips look very sexy. Utterly fascinated at the changes I watch my nose slowly shrink as it becomes small and slim with a slight dip in the bridge to the small tip with a very feminine upward tilt. My heart beats even faster as the face in the mirror becomes more and more familiar with each change. My jaw narrows, developing a gentle curve from my slender neck to my small pointed chin. My cheekbones move slightly higher as my cheeks become full and round. I look older, more mature as tiny wrinkles appear at the corners of my eyes. My heart nearly explodes with joy as I recognize the face in the mirror, the face I saw every day as a child, the face of the woman sitting on the bed behind me with an expression of disbelief...the face of my mother! Thick, soft auburn hair falls past my shoulders in gentle waves to my narrow waist, framing my mother's beautiful face. I feel the light touch of bangs on my forehead. In delight I reach up with my small hands and pull back the hair resting on my chest letting it fall in a soft cascade down my back. Glancing at my face I notice the lobes of my shell-like ears have become pierced as well. The organs within me change and reform. My DNA changes, hormones change, my heart changes. The image of my mother begins to laugh over and over. The bedroom peals with the sound of my mother's laughter...my laughter! Slowly, I move closer to the mirror to inspect the changes to my body. As my hips swivel back and forth I feel my soft, round buttocks jiggle with each step I take. Standing with my small feet together I look in the mirror. I see my mother's face and body reflected by the mirror, missing only the bounty of her large, soft breasts. I gaze at the base of my soft, round belly, a small sigh of delight escaping from my pretty face at the sight of the pussy lips clearly visible in the gap between my thick thighs. My pubic hair has shrunk to a tiny triangle covering my soft vulva. I run my delicate fingers through the thin curls of my pubic hair, thrilled at how soft they are, at how the hairs flow towards my new pussy lips. Taking a moment to prepare myself, I watch the woman in the mirror slip a thin finger between the lips of her pussy. It's so slick, so soft and moist. I gasp suddenly as my finger brushes against my clitoris, making me jerk my finger out. Damn, my clit is incredibly sensitive! Returning my gaze to the face in the mirror, I see an attractive middle- aged woman in her late 40's. I have aged 24 years in mere minutes and I couldn't be happier. My heart is filled with joy at my transformation so far. The woman in the mirror is petite, just under 5' 2" in height, weighing about 110 pounds. I laugh in my mother's high, soft soprano as a big smile of delight spreads across my mother's pretty face...except now it's my face! With my mother's soft, high voice, I laugh again and again in joy at the sight of my mother in the mirror, watching her image laugh with me. Still giggling softly in delight at my reflection I turn sideways and check out my new feminine profile. I shiver at the sight of the swell of my soft belly just below my oval belly button, now several inches below a narrow waist. Below my round belly, the smooth skin of my abdomen dives down at an angle between my prominent hip bones, the soft curls of my small patch of pubic hair hidden from view by the outward curve of my smooth thighs. The tilt of my pelvis forces my back into a very feminine curve as it pushes out my soft, round buttocks. As I twist around for a better view of my rear in the mirror I can just see my small back gently curves in to a narrow waist before flaring out to a nicely rounded butt. Two dimples sit on my lower back, just above my round butt cheeks. My shoulder blades are quite prominent due to the lack of muscle in my back and shoulders. Placing a soft hand at the top of my small waist, I slide my hand down the outward slope of my buttock, past my new sexy back dimples, pausing to lightly grab my soft butt cheek before continuing down as I follow the curve underneath to my smooth, hairless thigh. Examining my thighs, I'm amazed at how feminine they look as the angle out to meet the full, round buttocks I now possess. My inspection of my new body is interrupted as my chest suddenly begins to pound, swelling with each heartbeat. From underneath each nipple, tissue develops as fat and milk glands fill my chest as I watch in the mirror. Each small bud heaves outward, slowly pushing out further and further. My nipples widen, becoming fuller, harder and longer as each areola grows larger in diameter. As they slowly fill in they develop a distinctive tear-drop shape. A short time later, my new breasts sit perched upon my small chest, sagging slightly from their incredible weight. Each full, round breast is ripe, mature with age. Small veins appear in the thin, creamy skin of my breasts. Scars and moles appear on different areas. After years of unfulfilled desire I am finally taking her life! My mother sits, mouth gaping at me. The changes stop and I know I am almost complete as a woman. Glancing down as I turn away from the dresser mirror I watch my new breasts sway from sidetoside. Walking towards my mother I feel the constant tug of my soft breasts on my chest as they bounce and bob with each light step. My mother slowly stands up from the bed as I approach her, trembling in disbelief, her eyes wide, filled with fear. I look straight ahead directly into her fear filled eyes. For the first time, I truly realize I am now exactly the same height as my petite mother. Stopping in front of Mom I look down. I shiver with delight at the sight of my full breasts as they slope out from just below my delicate collar bones towards my mother, my large nipples almost touching identical nipples on her breasts. My soft round breasts jiggle as I quiver in delight at the thought I am now so petite most people tower over me. "You...you look like...like me..." I raise my gaze back to my mother's brilliant blue eyes. "Yes, I know. I don't just look like you... I am you. In every way, I am you with one exception, and we'll get to that soon enough." "But...But why?" "It's pretty simple, sweetheart." I respond in the soft, motherly voice I now possess. "I want to be you. I've wanted to be you for years. You know I wore your clothes when I was younger. I tried to look like you, act like you when I was dressed like you. I wanted your life. To be a wife and mother. I've wanted your precious sex even before the first night I heard you and Dad making love. Now I have the opportunity to take your life so I am. I've fantasized about becoming you for years." "What the hell is going to happen when your father gets back!" she screamed. "Shhh... it won't matter. Look at the clock." I pointed to the clock on the wall. My mother glared at it as she realized time was standing still. "You can't do this!!" "I think I just did, and besides we can't have two of us running around, can we?" "What are you talking about!" "Mom, if I am going to be you from now on, I'm going to need someone to be me. So you're the lucky winner. You get to change sex and become someone else too. Look at it this way, at least you'll be younger. You're gaining back 24 years. Oh, and by the way, I need you to hand me that precious wedding set of yours. I'm the one who's married now. Dad, I mean my husband John, won't know it's his son he's fucking." Unable to stop herself, my mother raised her left hand, removing the engagement and wedding rings from her thin ring finger to hand to me. As I lift my hand to accept the rings from my mother I feel my upper arm press against something soft and pillowy. A smile sweeps across my face as I look down at the sight of my slim upper arm pressing into the side of my large breast. I am ecstatic. My new breasts are so full and round my arms press against them just by reaching up. Quivering with excitement I slide the rings onto an identical finger on my left hand. As I settle the rings into place on my ring finger I notice I even have the same impression worn into the base of my delicate finger from the years my mother has worn the wedding set. I am now a married woman -- not just any married woman but the wife of my father. "See, it fits my finger like it was sized for me. Oh wait...it was! Dad, or rather, my husband John, had it sized to fit me when we got married 24 years ago." I smile at my mother saying, "I am now a married woman and a mother of two. Not even my sister Traci..." I paused for a moment then started speaking once more with a small smile. "I meant, not even my daughter Traci can tell her mother was once her brother Brad." With what I hope is an earnest expression on my beautiful face I said, "I like to think I've been a good mother all these years and hope I will soon be a grandmother." Becoming serious once more I said, "Now, remove the rest of your jewelry and hand them to me. Young men don't wear dangling earrings and a delicate necklace like you're wearing." With a pained expression, my mother removes an earring then hands it to me. I insert the thin post in the small hole in my ear after moving my thick auburn hair out of the way. I carefully slide the back piece onto the post with my small fingers. The long manicured nails on the tips of my thin fingers gave me some trouble but soon both earrings are secured to my small ear lobes. I gently swing my head back and forth, enjoying the feel of my mother's earrings as they bounce against my slender neck. I quickly don the delicate necklace my mother, now I, usually wear. I look down to see the diamond encrusted heart resting in the valley between my large breasts. I remember when Traci and I presented it to her on Mother's day last year, wishing I was the one to wear it...and now I finally am! Unable to resist, I run my small hands down the slope of my breasts, marveling at how soft and smooth they feel. It's exciting to feel my hands moving away from my body yet still feel them on my skin. My hands briefly catch on my long, thick nipples when they reach the tips of my new breasts before continuing along the curve under my full breasts before meeting the flat of my small chest again. With my small hands I carefully squeeze my large breasts. They feel incredibly soft and pliable yet firm. Placing the palms of my petite hands under my soft breasts I slowly lift my breasts, then quickly release them, watching as they bounce about as if they have a life of their own, a smile of delight on my full, soft lips as I feel the tug of my mother's breasts against my small chest. I lift them again, shivering at the sight of my large, soft breasts overflowing my delicate hands. How I've longed to see this! To hold my large breasts in my small, soft hands, knowing they are my mother's breasts...my mother's small, soft hands! I shiver again, overwhelmed at the sight before me. Letting my breasts drop once more I cross my arms underneath my full breasts. I watch in amazement as my cleavage becomes more pronounced as I slowly hug my body with my arms. I can feel my breasts pressing against each other as my cleavage grows longer and deeper until it extends over eight inches down my chest from just below my delicate collar bones. It looks and feels wonderful! "Do you want to keep playing with my boobs or do you want to put on the rest of my jewelry?" my mother asked sarcastically. A guilty expression briefly crosses my face as I look back up at my mother. "They're not your boobs, they're mine," I retort as I reluctantly release my soft breasts from between my slender arms. "Oh, I definitely want to put on the rest of my jewelry. I can play with my boobs anytime I want from now on. More importantly, Dad will play with my boobs tonight." Accepting a slim watch from her hand, I put it around my narrow left wrist followed by the gold bracelet I noticed her wearing when she and Dad arrived. "Walk to the mirror, Mom. I want to compare our bodies." I watch her wide hips swinging as she walks towards the mirror, her butt cheeks making a figure eight in the air with each step. Feeling my hips swaying as I walk behind my mother I'm thrilled as I realize my butt cheeks are making the exact same figure eight movements with each step I take. Stopping next to my mother in front of the floor length mirror, my heart beats even faster at our reflection in the mirror. Two identical middle- aged women stand side by side, more identical than even maternal twins. From the length and color of our hair to the shape of our faces. Our necks are equally long and slender, our shoulders sit at exactly the same height. Identical large, round breasts rest on our identical small rib cages. Even the small veins visible through the thin skin of our soft breasts are the same. We both have the same sexy hour glass shape. Slowly I compare my body to hers. I peer closely at the reflection of my mother's beautiful face. My hair is thick and soft like hers, the same glossy auburn with the same red highlights, falling in identical waves to an identical narrow waist. Except for our expressions and her makeup, our faces are exactly the same. Our faces have the same slight imperfections, the same small wrinkles next to our identical eyes with the same plucked eyebrows arching above them. Even the color of our eyes is the same vivid blue. We have the same oval shape to our eyelids, our eyelashes have exactly the same thickness and length with the same upward curl. Our high cheek bones are identical with the same smooth prominent cheeks. Our small noses are the same size, with the same slope and feminine upward tilt. My thin male lips have become full and soft, identical to my mother's, our chins come to the same small point. I imitate the expression on her face. Two identical women are reflected by the mirror, the same expression of disbelief on each of their faces. Unable to maintain her expression for more than a few seconds, I smile with delight at the image before me. Next, I peer closely at her breasts, lifting them to get a better look then lifting my own as I compare them. I run the tip of a long, narrow fingernail over one of her nipples, watching as the nipple becomes larger and stiffer, bumps appearing in the areola as it plumps up in response. I run the tip of the same narrow fingernail over the same nipple on my breast. I look in amazement as I compare them. I can't see any difference between them at all! The same bumps in the areola, the same holes in the nipple for breast feeding a baby, our enlarged nipples are the same size and thickness, the same color, the same everything! I step back, as I kneel down to look closely at the small triangle of pubic hair above the lips of my mother's pussy, the pubic hairs flowing towards the split of her pussy lips. My gaze travels up her soft, round belly, taking in her wide womanly hips, moving on to her oval shaped belly button. I run my thin fineboned fingers through the soft curls of my mother's pubic hair. I stand up and bend over at my small waist, breasts dangling from my narrow chest. My small triangle of pubic hair looks exactly the same as my mother's above identical pussy lips, my thin pubic hairs flow in towards the split of my pussy lips exactly like my mother's. I have the same soft, round belly and wide hips, the same oval shaped belly button. Running my thin fine-boned fingers through the triangular patch of pubic hair at the base of my soft belly I find it is just as soft to my touch as my mother's. I tilt my head back to look up at my mother, a grin on my pretty face. In her soft, feminine voice I said, "If I still had my dick I would have a raging hardon right now. I'm happy to let you have them from now on. The only erections I'll be getting in the future will come attached to my loving husband." I enjoy the feeling of my soft breasts shifting as I stand up straight. "Turn sideways," I order in my mother's soft voice. "I want to compare our profiles, Mom." Glaring at me, she turns to present her profile to the mirror. I move to stand behind her, being careful the tips of my large breasts don't touch her back. Soon, I'll have the experiences of her life time to guide me, but for now I have to be careful how I move my new body. I carefully place my small feet together, unconsciously expecting to feel the pain of my cock and balls squeezed between my thighs. I laugh at how silly I'm being...no cock and no balls anymore, nothing to get hurt when I squeeze my thighs together. My mother had placed her feet together automatically, the natural pose of a woman who has never had anything between her legs that would be injured by her thighs squeezing together. I still have to remember to deliberately position my body in a feminine manner. I grin at the thought I will soon do this without consciously thinking about it, that it will be just as automatic for me as it is for my mother. All I feel are my pussy lips squeezing together a little more tightly. I tense my thighs, squeezing them together as tight as I can, hearing my mother's voice giggle at the sensation of my pussy lips pressed against each other by my smooth, soft thighs. It takes some effort because of the natural female gap my mother's pussy creates between my legs. My mother glances at me, obviously wondering why I'm giggling. Releasing my thighs, I shake my head, feeling my long, soft hair shift against the smooth skin of my back. I shiver as every movement I make brings forth a new sensation to remind me I now have my mother's body. Not answering the look on my mother's face I return my attention to the mirror. My mother turns to look as well, not having noticed what I was doing with my thighs. The pelvis of each woman tilts forward the same forcing their lower backs into the same gentle curve, lifting their soft round butts out away from their bodies in the exact same manner. The tilt of their pelvis also forces the front of each woman's abdomen to angle back slightly as it dives down to the pussy between their thighs. The same sexy dimples sit on our lower backs just above our identical soft, round butt cheeks. The only difference I can see between us is the expression on each of our attractive faces. One woman has a look of disbelief and horror, the other a look of pure joy and happiness. Suddenly, the nipples on the woman with the joyful face grow thicker and longer, the areola plumping up in arousal. It was me! I was aroused at the sight before me. Stepping away from the mirror, my soft breasts swaying slightly with my movement, I strike a sexy pose. "How do I look, Mom? Not bad for a woman my age, wouldn't you agree?" I ask, my full lips curving into a big smile, exposing my upper teeth. "It's a good thing I exercise regularly to stay in shape. Wouldn't want my husband to wander, now would I?" My voice is the same soft soprano as my mother's, causing a shiver to flow through my new body. Straightening up I tell her, "Now, I think it's time for you to take my place Mom." "Fuck you!" "Now, now, don't get upset. You will never remember being you. Since I'm going to be you from now on, I'm going to need your memories, your body language, even your emotions and you get what I don't want anymore. I'll cry at the same things that would make you cry, I'll laugh at the same things that you would laugh at. I won't be able to help myself. I'll respond just as you would. I will no longer be attracted to women, only men, just like you. I'll even have your sexual desires. What makes you horny will make me horny! Having, even desiring, sex with Dad in the same manner as you, will feel normal to me. Isn't that wonderful? You should be happy your mother desires your father as much as he desires his wife." I laugh with delight as I see my mother realize that after all she's just witnessed, this too can happen...that it will happen...and soon. "Just as my body is now an identical copy of yours, my emotions and personality will soon be identical to yours as well. I will love my husband and children just as much as you do. How I stand, how I walk, even how I talk will be exactly the same as you. I'll co-ordinate my outfits just as you would, I'll select the same blouse you would to wear with one of your skirts, even the same bra and panties and stockings. When I wear your skirts, I'll automatically keep my knees together when I sit down just as you were trained to do as a little girl. Hell, I'll remember being a little girl, growing up, having my first period. I'll remember the first boy I kissed and the first time I had sex with Dad...and the last time I had sex with Dad," I said in a voice identical to my mother's, a sexy smile on my pretty features. I continue talking, my soft soprano full of emotion, "I will enjoy displaying my cleavage just like you. I'll get the same thrill at having people tower over me, at catching men taking a peek down my blouse at my huge boobs. I will enjoy the feel of their eyes on my cute butt wiggling as I walk down the street in your high heels. I will enjoy all of these exactly as much as you do. No one will be able to tell I'm not you, because I will be you...in every way I'll be exactly like you, Mom! I'm already the same age as you, the same height as you with all the same curves, even the same pussy. Soon I'll be the loving mother and wife my husband and children know and love in turn. Softly I whisper, in my mother's high voice, "I can't wait to be you!" "Oh God, please no..." Mom said as she broke down and began to sob. With motherly concern in my soft, high voice I said, "Sorry honey, it's too late. But you'll feel better soon." Softly smiling I tell her, "Trust me Brad...your mother knows these things." I laugh at her expression as I refer to her as Brad and to myself as her mother. I pick up the Stones spinning them quickly. Again, they glow a deep red. Grinning I grab my mother between her legs as I say, "I don't think you need this any longer. My son doesn't have a pussy between his legs even if yours now does." Within seconds, her vagina begins to fuse shut, the small bud of her clitoris starts to grow longer and thicker. I hear her bones crackling as her body grows larger, taller and more muscular. Her breasts deflate, melting into her chest as her rib cage expands to a more masculine size. Body hair sprouts on every limb, spreading widely over her chest. Her pubic hair becomes a thicker, coarser tangle of hair, a thin line of hair runs up her abdomen to her round belly button. Glossy auburn hair grows shorter, changing to a dull brown. Her clit lengthens, becoming even thicker, a head with a small hole in its tip appearing on the end of her new penis. Ovaries move down, filling a new sack and changing function. A once seasoned womb, collapses in upon itself and disappears as her pelvis pulls inward. Love handles develop on her thick waist. A series of deep groans replace a once soft, feminine voice. Muscles enlarge, facial bones morph into angular patterns. Looking down at her rough hands and hairy torso, she begins to pant. At 6' 2", my once petite mother now towers over my soft, curvy body...the body I have stolen from her. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God..." she exclaims in quick procession, her voice now a deep baritone. "Don't worry Honey, you'll come to love having a cock. After all, it's all you'll remember." I turn towards the bed to put on my new clothes as my mother examines her new form. Walking to the bed, I enjoy the feel of my breasts bobbing about, tugging against my chest as my wide hips swing from side-to-side. Reaching the bed I pick up my mother's panties, now my panties. They are so small and light, the material is so thin it's almost non-existent. "Do you think these will fit me, Mom?" I ask, drawing my mother's attention to her pink panties in my small hand. "They...they can't...you can't..." she stuttered. "You can't wear my clothes. They won't fit you. They're for a petite woman and you're my son." With a grin I gesture at my body with the hand holding Mom's sexy panties. "I think they might fit me now. Why don't I try them on?" Bending down, my large breasts dangling from my small ribcage, I carefully step into my mother's panties. My tiny feet easily fit through the small leg holes of the lacy pink panties I hold in my small, soft hands. Before pulling Mom's panties up I inspect my ankles, delighted at how slender and delicate and oh so feminine they are. I slowly slide the thin material of her panties up my smooth, hairless legs finally pulling them tight against my pussy, covering my small triangle of pubic hair as I settle the narrow side straps of her panties on the wide, womanly hips I have stolen from my mother. I feel her panties pressing against the soft mound of my pussy, mildly surprised at how comfortable it feels. I slowly stroll back to the mirror, feeling my mother's panties pulled even tighter against my pussy as each round butt cheek flexes. Fascinated, I stare at the reflection of the soft mound of my flat groin, covered by the small pair of lacy pink panties that now fit me perfectly. How I have longed for this day...wished for it! I grin at the irony of the thought. I run a small, soft hand over the smooth front of her panties, thrilled to see my mother's reflection do the same. The shiny material of the flat front of her panties feels so smooth, so soft! A cute decorative blue bow sits just below the lacy waist band in the center, directly above my mother's pussy. The seam of the crotch panel is just visible as the panties disappear into the gap between my legs. I watch my mother's reflection reach in front with her thin fingers, slowly pulling the elastic waist band of her sexy panties out away from her soft mound. Leaning forward slightly, I look down the valley created by my large breasts, awed at the sight of my mother's pubic mound below the slight swell of my soft belly, at the sight of my mother's small hands with their long nails holding her lacy panties out from my pussy. I slowly release the waist band of my mother's sexy pink panties feeling them cling to my soft mound once more. Laughing lightly, I run a slender hand over my panty clad vulva, loving how soft it feels, how smooth her panties are as they rest on my pussy. In the mirror, I watch the image of my mother pull the waist band of the lacy panties higher with her small fingers, feeling the crotch panel of her panties press even tighter against my pussy. Glancing up, I see a small smile on my mother's lovely face, her eyes filled with joy. I feel the same small smile on my full, soft lips. Satisfied, I watch my mother's reflection slowly release the elastic waistband of her lacy pink panties, feeling them settle once more at the base of my soft belly. I notice the lacy edges of the leg holes of my mother's pink panties are trapped between by my mother's soft thighs and the swell of her pussy lips as they disappear into the gap between my legs...my thighs...my pussy lips! Turning, I look over my small shoulder at my mother's reflection. I watch her run a thin finger under the lacy edge of each leg-hole in back, smoothing out the wrinkles in the thin material of the panties until they lay flat against the curve of her soft, round butt. As her image rubs her hands over her round butt I feel my soft hands slide over the smooth material of the panties covering my round butt cheeks. "Well, Mom, it seems your panties fit me after all. I guess it's a good thing your son is now a petite woman just like his mother...exactly like his mother." My mother just stares at me, stunned at the sight of her son wearing her small panties. With a girlish giggle I exclaim, "Isn't this wonderful Mom! Your son is wearing your panties! They fit me perfectly and feel just as nice as I always imagined they would!" Slowly, I walk back to the bed for the next piece of my mother's clothes, shivering as I feel the tug of my large breasts bobbing up and down with the movement of my shoulders. I pick up Mom's bra, letting it dangle from one delicate finger by a shoulder strap as I marvel at the size of the cups...they look huge! Noticing my mother intently watching me, I said "I'll try on your bra next. I hope it fits. My boobs are pretty big." I lift the hand holding her bra slightly as I cup a soft breast with my other hand. "Then again, the cups of your bra are also pretty big." "It will fit perfectly. I have always been very careful to buy bras that fit properly," my mother said in a deep voice so much like my old voice. "Wrong, Brad! Your mother has always been very careful to buy bras that fit properly!" I chuckled with her soft, high voice. "My son does not wear a bra. Being a man, you don't have large, soft breasts like your mother or your sister Traci." The expression on my mother's face at being called Brad is priceless. Returning my attention to the sexy bra dangling from one narrow finger, I peer at the tag, curious to see what size my new breasts are. A smile of delight appears on my attractive face as I read the tag. I knew my mother had large breasts and I am thrilled to learn I am now the proud owner of a set of 34DD's. I slowly don my mother's lacy bra, pulling the thin straps up over my small shoulders. Bending over to capture my breasts in the cups of her pink bra I pause to savor the weight of my large breasts as they dangle from my narrow chest. I slowly swing my shoulders from sideto-side, enjoying the feeling of my boobs as they slowly sway back and forth. "Feeling the weight of my boobs moving about, tugging against my chest feels wonderful! Better than I ever imagined it would!" I exclaimed, tilting my head up to look at my mother as I stop swinging my shoulders. I saw a grimace cross her face but she remained silent. Smiling, I capture each soft breast in the large cups of her pink bra after they stop swinging about. Reach behind my back with my thin arms I easily clip the hooks of the straps together with my delicate fingers. I love the feel of Mom's bra as it tightens around my small rib cage. Reaching into the cups with my small hands, I position my soft round breasts inside the cups. I'm in seventh heaven as I feel the thin straps press into my shoulders from the weight of my stolen breasts as they are lifted and supported by my mother's sexy bra. The sight of the large cups of Mom's bra straining against the soft flesh of my breasts is very arousing. Something deep inside my belly tightens as I trace the lacy edges of the cups with my delicate fingers as they run up over the curve of my full breasts. The lacy material just barely covers my large nipples and areola. Even though the underwire of the cups pressing into my small rib cage is slightly uncomfortable, I still quiver at the thought my mother's lacy pink bra is now mine. That the cups of Mom's sexy bra are straining against the fullness of my large, soft breasts! "After all these years wishing I needed to wear your bra to support my large breasts my dream has finally come true!" I said happily. "Can you believe your son is wearing your bra, Mom? And it feels just as wonderful as I always imagined it would!" I exclaim excitedly in the soft feminine voice I have stolen from my mother. Glancing down at my breasts resting in the cups of the lacy bra my mother was wearing not more than an hour ago I add with a smile, "I definitely need the support your bra gives my boobs! They're so large and soft. And they constantly jiggle like two mounds of jello every time I move. I love them!!!" I relish the sight of my breasts resting in the cups of my mother's bra. The bra cups are cut so the soft, round inner sides of my large breasts are uncovered, exposing my deep cleavage just as it did for Mom when I saw her step out of the rental car. I've seen my mother in tight sweaters, the curve of the round fullness of her breasts extending beyond her narrow rib cage. It's exciting, knowing any time I raise my arms they will press against the outer swell of my breasts. I've seen Mom do it on purpose to titillate Dad on many occasions. I shiver at the feel of the material of the cups of the bra against the skin of my large, soft breasts. Seeing my very own large nipples and areola playing peek-a-boo through the thin, lacy material of my mother's bra makes me shiver again, even harder. Looking down, my voluptuous lips pull up into a sexy smile at the sight of my large breasts in Mom's lacy bra as they block my view of my feet. Again I walk to the mirror, feeling my soft breasts shifting inside the lacy cups of my mother's sexy pink bra. I want to savor the experience of dressing in my mother's clothes, of having her clothes fit my body properly for the first time in my life. I look in the mirror once more at the reflection of my mother now dressed in her bra and panties. Slowly, I raise my left arm up, bending it at the elbow as I clench my small hand into a fist, careful not to cut my palm with my long fingernails. The line of my slim upper arm remains straight and smooth, no sign of the large muscles I once had as Brad. My arms are now weak, the arms of a very attractive woman...my mother's arms! I notice my armpit is smooth and hairless as well. "Oh my god! I shave my armpits and legs now!" I realized, making me gurgle with delight. My mother's lacy panties are stretched tight across her wide, womanly hips creating a bikini bridge as the straps pass over her prominent hip bones. The shiny diamond panel on the smooth front of her panties is pulled flat against the V where her legs meet, the crotch panel of her panties hugging the swell of the labia of her pussy. My mother's image turns to inspect her profile as I turn. The sexy panties cling to the curve of her perfect butt, dipping down slightly between the swell of the two round cheeks of her derriere. The thin material of the panties is tight and smooth against the pale skin of her butt. Below the slight swell of her soft, round belly, her abdomen dives back between her womanly thighs, hiding the smooth front panel of her sexy panties from view. Only the narrow side straps resting on her hips are visible from this angle. I could hardly believe I now had a bikini bridge! My mother's reflection turns back towards the mirror as she raised her small hands, resting them on her wide hips just below her incredibly narrow waist. My gaze slowly travelling up my mother's body, I see the soft swell of her belly above the lacy waist band of her sexy panties. My mother's wide hips curve in to a narrow waist several inches above her oval belly button. Her skin is pale and smooth, completely hairless and very feminine. Her arms are slim, lacking muscle, her shoulders narrow with delicate collar bones. Her swan-like neck is long and willowy, her face beautiful, even with the small wrinkles at the corner of her eyes. I lower my gaze to her full, round breasts. My large nipples and areola play peekaboo through the lacy material of Mom's pink bra, just as they did while I watched her undress earlier. Incredibly, my mother is getting dressed in the clothes she wore on her trip to see her son but it's actually her son getting dressed in his mother's clothes. The image in the mirror is mine! I am now my beautiful, sexy mother! I laugh at the thought "I'm a MILF now!"...a MILF all my male friends would love to fuck if they could (except Rick but he's gay). I shiver, hearing my mother's joyful voice laugh, over and over, as I watch her image laughing. As I laugh I feel my large boobs jiggling in Mom's sexy bra making me laugh even harder in delight. When I finally stop laughing from the pleasure of the sight of my reflection in the mirror I look back towards my mother, noticing the thin pink shoulder strap of her bra pressing into my shapely shoulder from the weight of my large, soft boobs. In her soft, sexy voice I ask "How does your son look in your bra and panties, Mom? Be honest, dear. Do you think Dad will like seeing me wearing them?" She struggles to lie but the magic of my wish is too strong. In a deep masculine voice my mother tells me, "I can't believe I'm saying this but my son looks as beautiful and sexy in that lacy bra and panty set as I do. I spent a lot of time shopping around until I found it. It's one of my favorites...and your father's." I feel my nipples tighten, instantly becoming hard and long at her words. Looking back at the mirror I whisper in my mother's soft, high voice, "Oh no, Mom! You don't look beautiful and sexy in this bra and panty set. I do! I spent a lot of time shopping around until I found it. It's not one of your favorite bra and panty sets...not anymore. It's one of my favorite bra and panty sets...and my husband's." I slowly swing my delicate shoulders side-to-side keeping my slender hands on my wide hips so my mother can get a good look at my large, soft breasts swaying in her sexy bra. "I think my bra has just the right amount of peek-a-boo. I mean, look at me! Even with my nipples as hard as they are right now, you have to look closely to tell." Twisting so Mom can get a good look at my reflection in the mirror, I look over my small shoulder at my mother, watching her face as she stares intently at my reflection. My high pitched giggle echoes throughout the bedroom as she realizes that my nipples truly are long and hard, that her son is sexually aroused...in her body! A look of despair passes over my mother's coarse, male features. With my hands still on my wide hips I turn to inspect my profile in the mirror. I am amazed and excited at the sight of the woman in the mirror wearing only a bra and panties...my mother's bra filled with the soft flesh of my breasts. With the support of Mom's bra my full, round breasts curve out more than six inches from my chest. Satisfied, I drop my hands from my womanly hips as I turn away from the mirror. I love the feel of my wide hips as they swing from side-to-side, the bounce of my breasts in my mother's bra, the jiggle of my soft, round butt and the pull of Mom's sexy panties against my pussy as I slowly stroll back to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed I pick up my mother's pantyhose. As expected, they are high quality, the material sheer to the waist with a very tight mesh. I carefully insert one small foot then the other into the legs of Mom's pantyhose. Bending down after standing up from the bed, I carefully work her pantyhose up my smooth, slender legs. I slowly work them up over the curve of my round butt and my mother's lacy pink panties then pull them up over my wide, womanly hips. After settling the elastic band around my narrow waist I smooth the hose down over my hairless legs thrilled at how great my slender legs look in my mother's sheer pantyhose. I adjust the position of the front and rear seams. I recall the times I watched my girlfriend Amy move the seam into position while wishing I could do the same and now I finally can! Leaning forward to