The Judas Cradle Session
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Karen Charlemagne (no relation to the European King) was getting close
to 35 years old, the age around which women usually start to slowly
decline. Yet she was at her prime form as she walked into her office
this morning. Her dark black hair was in a tight crop which went along
well with her somewhat dour gray office outfit and dark blue skirt. Her
body was without a doubt impressive, firm perky D cup breasts, a fully
featured behind, and of course, a penis smashed against her crotch so it
wouldn't make a noticeable bump
Her face was quite warm and round, and had a genuine smile to go along
with it. Though, at times there was quite some...naughtiness hidden
behind that smile...and her outfit as well.
No, Karen was not a man, but she had developed a fetish that consisted
of hiding a very kinky soul under the friendly no-nonsense therapist. To
her, it was better then sex...from the perspective of both genders. Her
body was in fact not her real body, but a custom made skinsuit that
lacked a head. It would give her her desires while still allowing her to
do her work and go about life normally. It also should be mentioned that
she made good use of the skinsuit's immense capacity to stretch itself
out to ridiculous proportions to hide a ridiculously sized dildo inside
her. Slightly thicker then her fist, and around 30 centimeters long. It
wasn't even sticking out the back, she just contained it inside herself.
All day. With every move she made she could feel it move around within,
and it felt good. It was addictive to her like any drug was. To secretly
be...ripped in half from the inside...and of course the distances she
went to ensure no one would ever know that she was often struggling to
contain her erection.
As she reached her desk, Karen picked up the thick black rimmed glasses
that served no function except to convince others that she was more
intelligent. All together, Karen was a knock out beauty, more the kind
of therapist you'd find in a porn movie then an actual one.
All of this, did not mean that Karen was doing a lousy job. In fact, she
thought that she did a good job helping her own clients with their
troubles. She had gotten extremely adept at making all of this work at
the same time. These two worlds...the real, and the secret, had never,
never mixed.
But when she saw this opportunity, the emotional and the sensual
overtook the rational.
It hadn't been a busy day when her last client of the day, Bradley
Kerona sat down opposite her. Bradley had just turned nineteen but had
been dealing with depression for some time now. He had a scraggly,
unkempt blond beard to go along with his even worse looking hair. He was
1.9 meters tall and yet he never seemed lanky. His blue eyes just
looked...tired.
"So, Bradley, how was your week? Did you sleep poorly again?"
"Yeah, yeah...last few days have been a mess. Mom has been away on a
buisness trip so I just..guard the house. It's been rather uneventful
but I can't..."
Bradley looked away, avoiding all eye contact.
"I'm lonely, all right." He suddenly barked it out defensively.
"I know, Bradley, but there's things you can do about that..."
"Not this. No, I just can't." Bradley stopped to consider for a second.
"You've seen my mother."
"Yeah, Pam is one of my clients. She's the one that referred you to me,
isn't she."
Bradley nodded, still struggling to come up with words. Then, he just
rolled his eyes and said it in the most straightforward fashion,
"I'm in love with my mother...every time I see her I just want to rip
off her clothes and take her right then, right there."
Karen nodded. "She's the only one you're close with. The one you feel
truely safe with. I can how that came to be, Bradley."
"I can't ever tell her how much I desire her...how much I belong to be
with her...how much she turns me on with every sway."
Karen could easily empathize with Bradley. Pamela Kerona was one of the
prettiest 51 year olds that frequented her offices. A thin-model like
face with intense cheekbones. C-cup breasts and not too shabby a figure
all around. Short blonde hair in an old fashioned bob. Karen mentally
rated Pam a 7.5, which is high praise for someone just over 50.
"One moment." Karen raised her finger as she quickly pulled up the
electronic file on Pamela Kerona. She skimmed through her own notes on
Pamela for something that had interested her. She had mentioned in one
of these sessions that in fact she had a desire to...have sex with a
shemale. Of course, Karen would have wanted to just...go for it but she
felt that it would have been extremely unwise. Now that she thought
about it, Karen had in fact brought that up a few more times, mostly to
enjoy a rush of blood down below at the thought of having Pamela for
herself. Maybe she had been attempting to prime Pamela for this,
subconciously.
"I think we should have a meeting, with the three of us." Bradley
flinched, unsure of how to respond. "This is something that should be
worked out with your mom, if not...it could get far worse then now."
Karen smiled, reassuringly.
"Let me call her." Without skipping a beat Karen placed the call.
"Pamela Kerona speaking."
"Hey, Pamela, I'm currently in a meeting with Bradley and something's
come up. I'd like to arrange a short session where the both of you sit
together. I think it would be really producive for the both of you. Can
I book you for...tomorrow at 5? It vital that this happens quickly."
"Tomorrow at five...well, if it's important to Bradley I'll make space.
We'll be there."
"That would be wonderfull. Thank you. Have a nice day."
"You too Karen, we'll see you tomorrow."
Karen leaned back in her chair as she smiled at Bradley who was too
shocked to say a word. "Don't worry, I can help you prepare for this."
Karen felt somewhat...nude...walking around in her real body. But
thankfully Bradley was cooperating well after she'd explained how she
would let him have sex with his mother without her ever knowing a thing.
Pamela wouldn't be home untill late this evening, which gave her and
Bradley time to prepare.
The promise of being able to do...finally make love to his mother was
more then enough for Bradley to discard the apparent madness of his own
therapist bringing him to her own home, to undress and reveal a dick
leaking in pre-cum. Bradley couldn't manage enough to hide his erection
at the sight.
Bradley was silent as his therapist suddenly produced a massive dildo
from her behind, plopping it down on a small stool after cleaning it. Of
course, by that point Karen had already lost her self control as she
violently and rapidly jacked off in the shower with water running. With
mad, animalistic thrusts Karen released all that pent up sexual energy,
all the thoughts from throughout the day. Her cock, not only impressive
in size and girth practically showered the floor in cum, Karen moaning
loudly as she continued to squirt all over her. The organized therapist
was gone, now replaced with a horny beast that craved nothing more but
masturbating until the day ended. Some days, that was just what she
ended up doing, in the privacy in her own bathroom at home. A female
body with a male experience... Bradley could do nothing but stare at it
happening, flabbergasted at what was going on...and quite aroused as
well. Karen finished up her personal shower, now spraying as much as she
could over herself before her penis stopped producing an absurd amount
of ejaculate. Her perfect face and breasts covered in her own cum. For a
moment, Karen rested before leaning forward to try and lap the massive
puddle of cum that covered the shower floor tiles. With one hand she
continued to jack off, hoping to stretch that feeling a bit longer.
Yet...she was done. There were more important things to take care off.
Karen let go, rising out of the cum puddle that she had draped all over
the floor and herself to turn on the shower, washing herself clean.
She turned around, seeing Bradley with a clear bump in his pants staring
in adoration at the sensational sight of the semen-slathered shemale in
the shower showering semen off her shoulders.
"Tell me Bradley...do I compare to your mom?"
"Well...ehm. Even if you didn't have a penis...no."
"I see. Well Bradley, your mother has a fetish for shemales."
"What?"
"Yeah. And the only way you'll have sex with your mother knowing is if
you replace me in that meeting tomorrow."
"But how?"
Karen finished cleaning herself before leaving the shower to run to make
all the cum head down the drain. After that, she simply thought of a
zipper on her back, and one appeared out of thin air. With practiced
ease, Karen lowered the zipper, her upper half (minus head, of course)
collapsing foward, revealing her far less impressive real chest and
dripping wet vagina. The skinsuit now collapsed onto the ground.
"If you wear this...you will be me. Minus the head of course but..."
Karen left bradley alone for a moment before returning with a dust
covered mask...of herself.
"If you put these two on, you will be a perfect recreation of me."
"This is unreal. This is impossible..." Bradley started at the deflated
skinsuit and mask. He picked it up by the shoulders, carefully examining
the shape of Karen's fake breasts. He groped them with one hand,
squeezing them entirely flat. He let his hand turn further down to grab
the deflated cock and the hairy ball sack. He could feel something
smudgy, and the cock was still leaking a small amount of cum that
quickly tapered out.
"But you just...you just came...real cum. And now it's just an empty..."
"As I said, Bradley. A perfect recreation of myself...with extras."
"So...I'll need to become a woman for this?"
"The term is shemale, but, yes. This is what your mother will fall for
tomorrow once you reveal it to her."
"But...i know nothing about you." Even if...this allows me to be you...i
won't be you. I don't know anything about therapy or..."
"We've got time to coach you, Bradley...plus...the moment you reveal
you're self your mother will probably stop asking questions. Besides,
you should get dressed first. Karen was feeling a bit chilly so she just
slipped into her pajamas. Bradley was still nervously fondling the suit.
"This is the choice you have. You can either go in as yourself and
risk...everything. Or you go as me and get away with it without her ever
knowing.
"This was what you wanted, wasn't it, Bradley?"
"Well, this suit has a penis..."
"It will probably feel more intense then your real one. If you put it
on, I'l et you test it on me."
Bradleys doubts seemed to lesson, and with a shrug he turned the suit
around on its back. "Its the same as stepping into a piece of clothing.
Undress first." Karen circled around bradley. as she helped him take of
his clothes. as he got down to his underwear he hesitated. Karem im
response immediately flashed her tits in annoyance as she pulled his
umderwear wear down releasing his erection.
"Not bad, not bad. Come on, then!" Karen nabbed the suit from Bradleys
hands, its back fully open but it's legs still closed.
Just..put your arms in. She held it in front of him, and he reached both
hands forward, gliding into the suit's arms. To his shock, the suit
seemed to merge with his arms. He could...feel all of it. Karen's
feminine hands, the bright red colored nails, a bit of a chilly feeling
from the open window. Karen noticed, and gently let one finger slide
across the arm. The deflated form of Karen's perfect body hung in front
of Bradley, devoid of any life except for the Bradley's erection pushing
the crotch area forward.
"So it's true...it's...complete."
'Its perfect. Works on anyone. And it's all functional. Karen pressed
her own breasts onto Bradley's chest, making sure to properly adjust the
position of the skinsuit until it to merged. Bradley was now Karen from
the chin down and from the belly up. A whole new feeling up
front...Bradly now had actual breasts, actual nipples. He was too
surprised by these feeling to do anything when Karen suddenly groped
"her" breasts, playing around with the nipples, rubbing all over them.
"Oh god, this feels so intense, it's so...it's too much..." Bradley
moaned and came, cum splattering against the suit's bum.
"Don't worry about that, we need to continue." Karen let go as she
lifted up one of the suits legs. "Step in."
Bradley nodded
He stepped in with one foot, and Karen lowered it onto the ground.
Within a moment Bradley could move Karen's right foot as if they were
his own.
"Okay, now for the big thing. Just...step into the other one and put
your penis into suit's." Karen helped support Bradley as he lifted his
foot and now fully encased himself in the suit. Karen could see him
struggle for a bit before she could see the suit's penis gain form.
It was clearly a smaller penis in a sort of hollow penis shell, and
Bradly clearly was less impressive then this one. For a moment he felt
embarrassed until the penis suddenly filled itself in, inflating the
ballsack and erection untill both were back to their original size.
"OH GOD," was all Bradley could say, "I can't believe it, it's..." Karen
reached for the two halves on his back and pulled them together,
squeezing Bradley a bit before it suddenly became very comfortable.
Bradley used his new hands to touch his new penis. He could feel it
throb and pulse in his hands, he could feel the veins running alongside
to his cockhead, and the hairy ball sack and large balls that seemed
almost double as his own. He could feel it all work...just like his own
penis. He looked into the mirror. His face...upon a female body...with a
dick.
"That won't do for tomorrow, will it?" Karen picked up the mask. "Close
your eyes." Bradley complied, bracing for...whatever may come. Karen
wiped some dust from her own face (a slightly more pretty version that
lacked eyes) before pulling the hole in the neck pretty wide. She
lowered it over Bradley's head, compressing all his hair into the mask.
Without really considering how Bradley felt she slammed it down all the
way to his neck, making sure it lined up with the rest of the suit. The
two edges between the two pieces started to pull together, and soon they
were one. Karen's misshaped face had all sorts of bumps and shapes under
it, began to smooth itself out as the mask made contact with the suit.
First, the bumps slowly dissipated as the suit and the mask became one.
Then, the eye holes aligned themselves with Bradley and as if by magic
his eyes changed into perfect recreations of Karen's brown eyes.
"Holy shit." "Karen" regained her senses. "I'm you...I sound like you."
She immediately began touching her face and neck, checking herself out
in the mirrow. "Karen" was exactly the same height as Karen, but every
single detail was far more flattering and prettier. And of course,
"Karen"'s new cock was fully erect, ready for action.
"You are me. Basically. The me, I'd want to be. The me I am when I put
on that suit." Karen chuckled. "Now thats starting to sound silly."
"I can feel everything..." "Karen" began fondling herself, letting her
hands run all over untill one grabbed hold of her cock and let out a
girly moan
Karen left "Karen" alone, rummaging through a desk before she pulled out
a digital camcorder.
The moment "Karen" spotted her twin walking with it she immediately
covered herself. "What are you doing? I don't want this filmed!"
"First, "Karen" " Karen laid on the extra emphasis on her own name. "No
one knows you're Bradley, and second, I've always wanted to do pleasure
myself like this. This is for private use...and no one will ever know
"Karen" is you. No one will ever know."
Karen activated the camcorder, putting it down on the side of the sink
facing "Karen" whom she'd instructed to just stand in the shower. Karen
smiled at her double as she approached. "Karen" felt nothing but
embarrassment and shyness. She had never ever done anything like this in
her entire life. Yet the moment Karen began with squeezing her nipples
she seemed to relax in some sense as she moaned.
"Moan for me, moan for yourself." Karen firmly grabbed her clone's
breasts, squeezing them intensely tight as she began rubbing her crotch
against "Karen"'s erection. "Karen" let this all wash over her, rubbing
herself all over as she began to stroke her penis.
"Let me take care of that." Karen got on her knees in front of "Karen"'s
erection, first beginning to fondle "her own" balls before her left hand
grabbed "Karen"'s cock head, squeezing it until a bit of pre-cum came
out. She continued to play with "Karen's" balls while she began licking
the front of the massive cock trying to squeeze her tongue in between
the cock slit to get her salty reward early. Then she stared at the
regular sized dildo that hung from the wall. With one hand she grasped
it tight, pulling it lose and without "Karen" noticing she held it close
to "Karen"'s anus. With a quick thrust on two ends Karen pincered
"herself" with the dildo being slammed inside "Karen" and her lips
quickly wrapping themselves around "Karen's" meat. "Karen" at this point
could do little but moan as her hands settled around the Karen that was
sucking her off with expert skills while at the same time constantly
slamming the dildo in and out of her anus. "Karen" kept up her pace,
making sure impale her mouth as deep as she could with every thrust. Her
tongue moved back and forth to further stimulate 'herself'. And by then,
she could feel it coming, slight pressure starting to build. Karen
immediately pulled back both pincer movements, flicking the dildo to the
side as she firmly grabbed "Karen"'s cock head, immediately beginning
giving an absolute fierce hand job to send her over the edge, so to
speak. Both Karens moaned and grasped as one ejaculated all over the
other. The original didn't miss a beat as she firmly grabbed the cock
that was now producing an unrealistic amount of semen to shower in it.
It splattered in bursts all over her chest, streaming down all over her
entire form. Finally Karen put her lips around the cock and swallowed
what remained. Load after load "Karen" deposited in the originals mouth,
but Karen wasn't going to let "her" beat her. She pushed deeper onto the
penis she usually owned, bracing for the next thrust. In her mind a
simple thought flashed "I guess this is my dinner for this evening."
Without flinching, she patiently waited for "Karen" to finish. She could
feel it start to taper off, and she began to clean up now, letting her
lips roll all around as she increased her suck. With a almost comedic
"Pop" she pulled herself free.
"Oh god...ohmygod...that was incredible. This whole thing...I
can't...this is a thousand times better to masturbating to pictures of
my mother."
Karen rose to her feet, turning on the shower to clean the both of them.
Karen pressed against herself and teasingly let her taste some of her
own semen. "We'd best clean up now because I still need to spend time
coaching you on tomorrow."
Lizbeth
- 22.10.2021
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