Forbidden Fruit
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Maxine took quite a moment to just breathe as she stared in the mirror
at her own smoking hot reflection. Inside her pretty blonde face Carl
was quite concerned and confused at the whole idea of him currently
wearing and being ...his own sister. And then there was the whole...mom
for a week affair.
She splashed some water on her face, watching her uncovered D cup
breasts bounce freely. She could feel herself be turned on by the sigh,
and with a perverted smile she cupped and fondeled her breasts. At that
point, the feeling of being covered in cum kicked in and she decided to
stop. She slipped underneath the shower and took some time to unwind and
clean herself. Clearing off the cum from her lower half with soft and
sensual strokes. Behind her she could hear the doorknob turn. "Fuck. I
should have locked it."
"You shouldn't be worried dear, theres nothing there i haven't seen
before just two minutes ago." Aren Orthen, Maxine's mother who was
currently played by Carl's best (and most perverted) friend Vincent for
a whole week. A deal was a deal...but this was just insane. Aren was far
less impressive shape-wise then her currently showering daughter, but
she carried herself well. Firmly within MILF territory. Maxine crossed
looks with her, and the smirk on her mothers face was 100 percent
Vincent.
"Yeah whatever. Give me a break Vincent, this whole thing is fucking
insane. My futanari mom just fucked me while im my own sister."
Maxines eyes fell on Vincents erection that was still poking through
Aren's folds and she became aware that the same was happening on her end
too. A bit of focusing and relaxing, and Carls cock retracted and faded
out of sight. Aren looked on, leaning against the wall, waiting, one
hand around her cock.
"First of all, daughter. I am your mother and I want you to acknowledge
that. I just have...some new interests and a new tool that i pull out
occasionally. So call me mom, or mother at all times. I don't want you
to break my immersion of having replaced your mother at any point."
"For a week! A week only, mom!"
"Sunday evening yes, yes. A full week and nothing less then 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 bosom.
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 slap back into place. "Maxine's gotta work
tomorrow morning."
"Oh don't worry. This beauty has a copy feature." Aren played around
with the futuristic 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 then one hole on a female,
you know."
"Ugh...no."
"Trust me, I worked as a prostitute for a while now."
Maxine practically chocked on the water flowing in.
"You WHAT?"
Without skipping a beat Vincent flicked a button and dumped another
skinsuit on the floor, this time of a fair looking Latino woman with
excessive makeup. "I took her pattern in Hisfield, by paying her once.
She's been working in the weekends here for a while now."
"Shit...I think I've seen her around a few times."
"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 like that, just not as a
woman."
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 fuck no, of course not. This whole thing stays inbetween you and
me... I don't know what turns me on so much about this incestuous, wrong
getup...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. "Oh God why does everything
feel so good." Maxine backed away from Aren, and Aren didn't get close
on purpose
"It's just...wrong and yet it feels so good. So, let's get dressed,
we're going shopping, Maxine."
"The fuck, V? I mean, mom."
"If you keep misnaming mommy she's going to punish you...sexually."
Aren's predatory smile reinforcing the threat. "So you and me are going
on a mother-daughter shopping trip to the sex store"
"That's insane."
"Less insane then fucking your sister, then turning into your sister and
getting banged by your mother with a cock?"
"Well, YES! that would be in PUBLIC!"
"No one notices as long as you keep your cock inside. I'm keeping mine
out though. I want for us to get some sexy latex outfits for
future...fun times.''
Aren zapped the deflated Latina skinsuit and it dissipated.
"Relax, daughter dear. everything is going to be perfectly fine. Come
on, lets get dressed."
Reluctantly the completely naked daughter followed the completely naked
mother to Maxine's room.
"Okay dear, time to practice autopilot. Ill wait outside for this. What
you need to do, is relax and focus on getting dressed. Don't do
anything, just wait. Maxine will kick in after a while and do it for
you. She'll respond to anything like the real Maxine would, so I cant
just leap in there naked, that would freak her out." Carl/Maxine nodded
meekly. Vincent had always been the one driving the initiative in their
friendship and even with this major mix up it hadn't really changed.
"See you in a bit."
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. Carls mind suddenly went blank as he could hear Maxine's
thoughts begin to roll in." That was a nice shower, now its time to get
dressed."
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 color her lips a dark shade of cherry red and
straighten out her hair.
Just as she was about done, her mother entered the room
"So dear, how did it go?"
"Perfect, mom. So, where are we off to?"Maxine flashed a quick smile
"MY DIIIIICK" Aren orthen, the casually dressed 40 year old MILF,
slipped her left hand inside her panties and pulled out Vincent's
erection.
Maxine let ouot a quick shriek and a, "Oh my fucking god, what the hell
mom." Before she shook her head and glared at Aren.
"You freaked her out dude! What the hell indeed!"
Aren waved dismissively. "It was only a fragment of her, a basic
function. She will not remember a thing, and if she did, I wouldn't have
done that. Keep that in mind, C...I mean, daughter dear, the only
evidence is physical evidence. Thats why we gotta clean up after
ourselves."
Vincent, or rather, Maxine's mom Aren took a moment to readjust her cock
and place it back under her dress. Occasionally one could see a
noticeable bulge underneath it.
"If were going out...youre putting that inside."
"Nope. My house, my rules,dear. Deal with it or move out." Aren waggled
her finger at her. "Besides, everything feels natural and normal by this
point. You're no longer freaking about the fact that you are now your
own sister."
"Everything is messed up, but jesus" There was a perverted look on
Maxine's face.. "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. 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 pervert, not a thief."
Maxine looked like she was about to protest but let it slide. As she
stepped outside she shrieked and cowered back inside in two seconds.
" Whats wrong, dear?" The motherly tone was for once, pretty sincere.
Maxine closed the front door and sat down on the floor. " I can't go out
as my own sister, in public, what if some of her friends come over and
talk to me? 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?m with you.
Allways, C." Gently, Aren pulled the scared Maxine up and motioned to
walk outside. 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.
"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"
"Im driving," Aren said but Maxine didn't really respond, far to wrapped
up in everything around her
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The drive was rather silent, both of them deep in thoughts. Maxine was
looking in the rear view mirror, examining her pretty eyes, trying to
figure out what to do. 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 that
incredibly enjoyable. Maxine laid back against the car seat, her nipples
clearly poking out of her shirt.
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...good it felt.
"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.
"You know you might be her, but you don't really act like her. 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 time 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. 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."
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