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Memories of Motherhood Written by Princess Kay Edited by paradoxicalWitchling Warning: This is erotica, meant only for those 18 or older. Only those who have reached the age of consent in the country where they reside should proceed. If you are not at least eighteen, please exit this page immediately. Content Warning: This story contains a change of identity, with sex as the trigger. Although the change is implied to be temporary, it continues for the remainder of the story. There is also a technically (but not really) voluntary TG, and just a touch of self-cest. "So her bedtime is eight o'clock - eight on the dot, understand? She'll try to tell you she can stay up later, but then she'll give you a hard time getting out of bed the next morning. Don't give her food after seven, she always ends up with a stomach ache. Oh, and whatever you do, don't let her have soda. Sugar rush is a terrible thing." Eric nodded along as Stacy spoke, trying to keep the boredom off his face. The woman had been going on and on about her daughter, and the house, and the various quirks of both for the last hour and a half. It was all drilled so deep into Eric's head he doubted he'd forget it even after his stint as a babysitter was over with. "That's pretty much everything," Stacy declared at last. "I think. I feel like I'm forgetting something..." "Whatever it is, you can just text me," Eric reminded her, forcing himself to give his best customer service smile. "You said Rachel's having a sleepover tonight, right? That means you'll have plenty of time to remember even after you're out the door." "I suppose..." Stacy sighed, shaking her head from side to side. "Maybe I am over worrying. You did promise that you'd watch over my daughter and house with the same ferocity I would, yes?" She gave him a pointed look. "Of course," Eric replied, refusing to let his smile slip. Just a few more minutes and Stacy would be out the door. Then he would be free to relax; at least until the brat came home. "You promise?" Stacy pressed, placing her hands on her hips. "I promise," Eric told her, flinching under her hard stare. "Seriously. You can trust the bra - ah, the kid with me. I really need the money, so there's absolutely no way I can afford to mess this up." Five hundred dollars for two weeks. Maybe it wasn't a lot in the grand scheme of things, but it would be enough to pay for his textbooks once summer ended. Stacy sighed, running a hand through her long blonde hair, before glaring at Eric. "Talking like that isn't exactly filling me with confidence. I might need to go with plan B after all..." "Plan B?" Eric asked, panic creeping into his voice. "W-Wait. You're not talking about replacing me, are you? Because I swear, I can do this! I'll keep as good a watch over the kid - I mean, Rachel - as you would. Promise." "Replacing you is one way to put it," Stacy confessed, smiling a little. "Tell me truly - you're only doing this for the money, aren't you? I bet you don't even like kids." "I... Don't... Mind kids," Eric muttered, not quite able to meet Stacy's gaze. "Plan B it is, then," Stacy declared, giving a sad shake of her head. "Tell me, Eric - what would you say to me doubling your pay?" "I'd say 'what's the catch?'" Eric responded, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "If I told you all the details, you'd probably say no," Stacy admitted. "But all I really want to do is cast a spell on you." "A spell?" Eric let out a short, derisive laugh. "You're giving me double the money, and you just want to cast a spell? Like, some sort of Wiccan ritual or something, right?" "I mean I want to use magic on you, Eric," Stacy clarified, with a kind smile. "I promise that what I want to do is only temporary. I'll be able to revert it easily once I'm home. And I would feel a lot better about this trip my boss is sending me on if I knew you had no choice but to wait for my return." "Uh-huh. So you want to cast a spell," he repeated, "probably to do something I wouldn't like. And in return, you double my pay?" "That's right." "And when your spell or whatever doesn't do anything?" Eric inquired, lifting an eyebrow. "You're not going to renege, are you?" "Never," Stacy vowed. "In fact, I can pay you upfront. I don't think I'll need to worry about you running off once I've cast this spell." "...A thousand dollars? Right now?" Eric asked, biting his lip. He didn't understand what was going on. He didn't like going forward without a clear idea of what he was agreeing to, but that much money could pay for a lot more than his textbooks. Besides, it wasn't like her little spell would actually do anything. "Fine," he agreed, after a long moment. "But I'm not drinking or eating anything as part of this 'spell' okay? The last thing I need is you slipping me something." "Do I look like the sort who would do something like that?" Stacy asked; she looked shocked by the idea. "...So when are you going to cast that spell?" Eric asked instead of answering, scratching absentmindedly at his throat. Not that Stacy did look like the poisoning sort. Actually, she looked more like a milf to him. Thick thighs, wide hips, and a pair of melons big enough to bury your face in. She was supposedly forty-five, but her smooth and flawless skin made her look like she was maybe thirty, at the most. "Oh, I've already cast it," she told him, reaching into her purse. "Now, I'm going to make out a check. If I remember your application right, your last name is Derrosa with two Rs, yes?" "Y-yeah," Eric started, then paused. "W-wait. What's going on with my voice?" It was higher pitched than it should be, and softer too. It sounded nothing like what it was supposed to - and yet it was eerily familiar. "Just the spell working its magic, dear," Stacy informed him, grinning. "I do hope you like how we sound." "How 'we' sound?" Eric parroted. "What do you mean we?" "I mean exactly what I said, dear," Stacy explained, casually tearing out a check and handing it to Eric. "Now, this will progress fairly quickly. I believe height follows voice. Then comes your hair and your face." Her smile pressed into a smirk. "And then the good parts start." "What are you talking about!?" Eric shouted, his new voice growing shrill from panic. "Calm down," Stacy snapped, waggling a finger at him accusingly and giving what could only be described as a 'mom frown'. "I'm only doing what you agreed to. And it'll only be for two weeks. Everything will be fine, I promise." "I... But you never told me what I was agreeing to," Eric protested, wondering if perhaps he'd made a mistake. She'd said he wouldn't like it, but she'd also said it was a spell, and everyone knew magic was fake. "Y-you're just messing with my head, right? Like. You released helium or something in the air? I don't know what your game is, but it's not going to... Did you get taller?" He could have sworn Stacy was a few inches shorter than him, yet somehow he was at eye-level with her. "I'm not the one changing," Stacy said with a giggle. "Hair and face next. Perhaps you'll figure it out from there?" "Figure what out? I don't understand what's going on!" Eric complained. "What's going to happen to my face? To my hair?" "There's a mirror in the bathroom, dear," Stacy told him, smiling with amusement. "You do remember where the bathroom is, don't you? Or were you not paying attention during my tour?" "I... Uh..." Eric faltered, looking frantically about. The bathroom. Was it the third door? Or the second? "I figured I'd get the lay of the land while I was here," he confessed. Stacy sighed, shaking her head. "It's the first door down the hall; it'll be on the left." Eric began running down the hall before Stacy even finished speaking. His face was itching and he could feel something moving beneath his skin. His scalp was tingling, too, and he was all too aware of the growing weight of his hair. The brown locks were already down to his shoulders and showed no sign of stopping its growth. Frantically opening the door to the bathroom, Eric slapped his hand against the wall and fumbled about for the light. Once it was on he moved straight to the mirror, arriving just as the tingling in his face subsided. He looked into the glass, hoping against hope that it would be his own familiar countenance looking back at him. He found Stacy's face instead. "Everything going okay in there, dear?" Stacy called from the living room. Eric started to move his hand toward his face, only to freeze when his eyes landed upon his fingernails. He'd never taken good care of them; they were often longer than they should have been, and were more than a little ragged. Yet now they were neatly trimmed. He'd even go so far as to say they looked manicured. And was it just him, or had his hand gotten a little smaller? His hair continued to grow, even as Eric tried to process what was happening to him. His face looked like Stacy's. The soft curve of his cheeks, the gentle slope of his brow, even the newly thin arch of his usually bushy brows. He'd shrunk to her height. And while he hadn't taken a good look at her hands, he was betting she'd recently gotten a manicure. It was obvious what was happening to him, but he didn't want to put it into words. As long as he didn't say it out loud, he felt like he could deny it. "We have stunning bone structure, don't we?" Stacy observed Eric hadn't even noticed her arriving in the doorway. "We get it from my mother. The magic, too, actually." "What are you doing to me?" Eric whispered, in what he now recognized as Stacy's voice. "I'm not doing anything," Stacy insisted with a soft laugh. "But I did cast a spell on you, just like I said I would." "You're turning me into a copy of you!" Eric accused. "You're making me a... A substitute mom for your daughter!" "You are smart," Stacy confirmed, smiling. "Or is it that I'm smart? I'm not sure how quickly the spell affects cognitive function... But do we really have time to be worrying about that?" Stacy reached out as she spoke gently taking a few strands of Eric's hair in her hand. The locks had finally stopped growing, somewhere around his mid-back. Now the hair was becoming brighter, shifting from brown to dirty blonde. "Once your hair gets to golden blonde, those good parts I told you about will kick in." "What part of this could be g-gooooooooooooohd!" Eric moaned as a wave of pleasure struck him. His nipples were suddenly hard enough to cut glass, and his cock was so stiff that it was straining painfully against its cloth prison. His hair had finished shifting to golden blonde, and the next part had begun. "It's been a long time since I cast this spell, but I believe it starts with the breasts," Stacy told him, reaching out to casually tweak one of Eric's nipples through his white tee. Eric bit his lip, hard, trying and failing to hold back a whimper. The knee-buckling pleasure, which had been flowing through his entire body, was suddenly focused entirely on his chest. It felt like fire beneath his skin and yet instead of burning pain he wanted to moan with need. "You might want to take off your shirt," Stacy advised him, smirking. "I'm told this next part gets particularly intense." Eric didn't bother to respond. He simply grabbed the hem of his shirt and began to tug it over his head. Just the feeling of the fabric rubbing against his nipples was enough to draw more whimpers and moans from his throat. Still, he managed to tear it off. There were two tiny little mounds on Eric's chest. Bumps so small, he could barely even see them in the mirror. But those protuberances grew, even as Eric stared, swelling faster and faster as heat and pleasure pulsated through them. He wanted to grab them, perhaps try and push them back - or at least preserve the modesty of his new breasts - but remembering their sensitivity made him scared to go through with it. "Is that what my breasts look like?" Stacy asked, casually reaching out to heft one of Eric's teats with her hand. Her thumb casually brushed the torturously stiff nipple, causing Eric to moan. "Wow," Stacy murmured, before letting out a short laugh. "Mine are sensitive, too, but I suppose there's something about being new to womanhood." Her thumb again brushed the nipple, this time pushing a little against the hard peak. The heat in Eric soared at the touch, and he realized that his knees were trembling from the pressure of keeping him upright. His chest was still aflame with pleasure, even though his breasts had stopped growing. What's more, a new warmth was starting to gather in his groin. "Give in," Stacy whispered, her smirk growing a little wider. "You'll never feel anything like this again; you might as well experience it to the fullest while you can." "B-but I don't want to be a girl," Eric protested, reaching up to gently feel his changed cheeks. "I don't want to be you." "It's only for two weeks," Stacy reminded him. "Two weeks for a thousand dollars. Not a bad deal, no?" A thousand was tempting, especially for someone with only two hundred in his bank account. But was it really worth giving up his manhood? Even if it was only for two weeks... "I'll sweeten the pot," Stacy promised, reaching out with her other hand so that she could use both to gently cradle Eric's tit, "and give you an experience that you'll never forget." Leaning down, Stacy gently pressed her lips against Eric's nipple and began to suck at the pebbled flesh. The first pull from her lips made Eric whimper. The second caused him to let out a high-pitched squeak. He wanted to protest, to say that this wasn't sweetening the pot in the slightest, but it all felt so good. And then her tongue brushed against his nipple, as her teeth ever-so-lightly pinched the flesh, and suddenly all he could see was white. When Eric came back to his senses, he was on his knees. The pleasure and heat in his groin were as strong as that in his chest, yet his dick was no longer painfully pressed against the fabric of his jeans. He could still feel it there, squeezed between his newly thickened thighs, but it was growing smaller by the moment. Soon he would lose it altogether. Without really thinking about it, Eric shifted from his knees to his ass and began to unbutton his pants. "What are you doing?" Stacy asked, frowning at him. "If I'm going to be a girl for two weeks, then I want to say a proper goodbye to my dick," Eric replied, tugging off his pants and underwear. His member was almost gone, with less than half an inch left. Even as he watched, it was starting to shift into a clit. Beneath that, his balls were being pulled inside his body, and the excess flesh was becoming the folds of his new slit. Carefully, uncertain what the sensation would feel like, Eric prodded at his pussy. The mere contact of his short trimmed fingernails sent a shiver of pleasure through his being, and he briefly considered slipping a finger inside himself. He had more pressing concerns though. "You promise you'll turn me back when this is over?" he asked, lifting his head to stare into Stacy's eyes. "It's a promise," Stacy vowed, placing a hand on her chest. "On my child's life, I swear that this will be temporary." Eric nodded, slowly. He still wasn't sure how he felt about all this. It was a lot to process. Magic was apparently real and it had been used to turn him into a woman. But the spell had already been cast, and he could feel the final changes taking place. His ass was getting bigger beneath him, and his hips were getting wider. His body hair was disappearing, too, and he could almost feel his organs writhing about as the womb grew in. All of which meant that he'd gotten the hard part done. And it was a thousand dollars... "I'll do it," Eric consented, at last, pressing his hands against the ground and rising back up to his feet. The pleasure and heat had thankfully begun to fade. "I'll be you, for two weeks." "Wonderful," Stacy said, giving him her widest smile of the night. "Now, do be warned that you might get a few fragments of my memories and emotions - technically this spell is supposed to turn you into an exact copy of me, but I took care to leave your mind intact. Just avoid getting too emotional, and you should be fine." "Wh-what? Wait. What happens if I get too emotional?" "Then I'll have a slightly more complicated spell to weave when I get back, is all. No big deal. Now tata!" Stacy replied nonchalantly, waving him off and turning toward the door. "W-Wait! You didn't answer my question!" Eric called after her. "Oh, you'll be fine, I promise you." She paused, one hand on the doorknob, the other pointing toward Eric as she turned about. "Though I almost forgot - I doubt your clothes will fit - and I don't really want to be seen in them anyway - so do feel free to raid my closet. If you need to go clothes shopping, I'll cover the cost of that, too; just nothing with leopard print. Understood?" "I... Yes?" Eric stammered. He was more nervous about the first warning, but if Stacy didn't think it a big deal then it was probably nothing to worry about? "Good girl. Have a good two weeks, Stacy!" And just like that, she was out the door. Eric stared at the wooden portal for a long moment, chewing at his lower lip, and then turned to head down the hall, toward the master bedroom. There was no point in worrying about things at this point. And if he was going to worry, anyway, he figured he might as well do it while properly dressed. Unfortunately, Stacy's closet held slim pickings. Eric found a ton of skirts, a lot of blouses, and several dresses, but not a single pair of jeans. Eventually, he settled for a pair of gray sweats which hugged his wide hips and large ass. He followed that up with an oversized tee-shirt he found at the very back of the closet. It featured some band he'd never heard of before - Lovetuck - but it was less embarrassing to wear than a blouse, and it wouldn't involve manipulating buttons above his sensitive chest. Underwear was skipped altogether since he didn't feel like going through Stacy's unmentionables or squeezing his tits into a bra. At least not while he could still avoid it. After getting dressed, Eric navigated back to the bathroom and stared into the mirror. He looked hard for any hint of his old self, but even his frown looked identical to Stacy's. In fact, he could perfectly mimic every facial expression she'd shown him that night. Was it just muscle memory? Or a hidden effect of the spell? There was no way for him to tell. A sudden loud ringing interrupted Eric's experiments, causing him to jump in surprise. He'd only heard the sound once before but he recognized it as the doorbell almost instantly, after calming down. He felt silly for getting so startled. He was officially too wound up. "Stacy didn't mention anything about expecting visitors, though, did she?" Eric really hadn't been paying attention toward the end, so it was certainly a possibility. But it was bad enough that he looked like her, couldn't he at least wait until morning before he had to act like her, too? The doorbell rang again while Eric was deliberating. He hesitated, waiting through the third ring and hoping they'd go away. By the fourth ring, it became crystal clear that whoever was on the other side of the door didn't intend to leave. Reluctantly moving out of the bathroom, Eric marched toward the door and pulled it open. On the other side was a woman he had never seen before. She was maybe thirty, with red hair that went down to her butt and sparkling green eyes. She was far lither in build than Eric's current self, with small breasts that would just barely fill the palm of his hands, and a tight little ass just barely contained by an even tighter pair of black jeans. She was definitely nobody Eric knew. So why did Eric feel a sense of familiarity when he saw her? Familiarity and... Anger? "Stacy." The woman let out a sigh of relief. "I was really starting to worry you wouldn't answer..." "Maybe I shouldn't have," Eric countered, trying to shove aside the strange emotion that tickled at the corners of his mind when he looked at her. What exactly was this woman's relationship with Stacy? "Maybe I should close the door on you right now." "W-Wait! Please, Stacy. Please. I... I want to patch things up with you. I want to come back into your life - into our daughter's life. I... I know I messed up. You gave me this young, new body, and I just ran off with Bella - but I broke up with her and I'm ready to do whatever it takes to get you back." Eric stared at the woman, growing less and less comfortable as the redhead kept speaking. The anger was still there, at the edges of her mind, but it had joined up with something vaguely akin to hope and... Desire? Remembering what Stacy had said about emotions, Eric knew that this couldn't be anything good. And he wasn't in any position to make choices for Stacy's life, anyway. "It's too late for this," Eric said, after a moment. "And I'm busy tomorrow, so... Ask me again in... I don't know. Two weeks and a day?" "Two weeks and...? Please. I know Rachel always has a sleepover on the second. That's why I came today. So that we could talk without... without getting her hopes up. Please. I don't want to wait another month." "I have nothing to say to you right now," Eric replied, starting to close the door. Perhaps he should have just admitted that he wasn't Stacy, but even if the woman believed him it would have been... embarrassing. "Please!" the redhead shouted, reaching out to grab the door before it could close. Her fingers brushed against Eric's, sending a small burst of static electricity between them. It was small, barely anything, but it was enough to cause Eric to instinctively draw his hand back. "Dammit, Lisa, what is with you and the constant static!?" Wait. What did he say? The words had come out so naturally, an instinctive rush of anger in response to the small zap. They certainly weren't words he'd say. "Sorry." The woman - Lisa? - had a smile on her lips for some reason. "What's so funny?" Eric demanded, placing his hands on his hips. "N-nothing. It's just... It's been a while since you yelled that at me. I swear, I must have zapped you a thousand times, and you almost always say the exact same line..." "W-Well maybe you should stop zapping people," Eric complained, heart beating faster. He was saying Stacy's lines? What exactly did that mean? He had to end this, here and now. "Look. I'll talk to you later, okay?" "No," Lisa said, shaking her head. "You won't open the door next time. You'll say Rachel is home, and you don't want her to see me. And I won't wait another month just for you to ignore all my ringing, or magic the doorbell dead. Please, Stacy. I know there's still a spark between us. I mean, you're wearing my shirt..." "I..." Eric needed to close the door. He needed to get away. He knew that. Yet at the same time, he felt an intense urge not to. In fact, the mere idea of closing the door was causing a strange sensation of grief to well up within him. "I can't do this right now..." "Please," Lisa repeated. "I know I messed up. I know it'll take a lot to get us back to normal. But I want to try. With you. I'll even go to couples' therapy like you always wanted." "...You mean it?" Eric whispered, before slamming his hand over his mouth. The words had again slipped out without him meaning to, but this time he hadn't been distracted or calling out on impulse. He'd simply been struck with an intense yearning, a deep desire, and the words had simply tumbled out. "I mean it," Lisa promised, oblivious to the inner turmoil in Eric's mind. "Please. Just let me inside?" "I... I can't handle this," Eric whispered. He felt anger. He felt grief. He felt a yearning, and desire, and - surprisingly - just a touch of lust. But then, maybe it wasn't that shocking after all. Her relationship with Lisa had always been very physical. They pretty much worked through everything during sex. ...But I shouldn't know that! Eric realized, eyes widening. Stacy had said that there might be fragments of emotions and memories inside his head. Was that what this was? But the emotions felt like a lot more than fragments. "I know it's hard," Lisa said, still blissfully unaware of what was going on in Eric's mind, "But I really think we can work through this. Together." She reached out as she spoke, gently gripping both of Eric's hands in hers. The contact was warm and pleasant. It felt familiar and comfortable. "I don't know..." What was he saying? Of course, he knew. He knew he couldn't make this decision. In fact, he should just get over the embarrassment and tell her he wasn't Stacy. That would put an end to this immediately... but for some reason, the words wouldn't come out. "Then let me prove it to you. Please?" Lisa begged. "You always said you felt closest to me when we were in bed, so let's sleep together. I'll show you how I feel with the body you gave me - show you exactly how much you mean to me. And if you still doubt my sincerity after that, then... I'll go." "You'll go?" Eric asked. "You promise?" What was he saying? He couldn't have sex with this woman. He didn't know Lisa - and no matter what she thought, she didn't know him. "I... I can't." "But you want to," Lisa accused, smiling softly. "I know you do. Even if you can't forgive me, you've always loved sex. So. Please." She leaned in as she spoke. Only when her face was right in front of Eric's did he realize that she intended to kiss him. "W-" he started to protest but was cut off by the touch of soft and luscious lips against his own. He wanted to pull away, but his body felt frozen in place. The touch felt so familiar, just like the scent of Lisa's hair and the touch of her hands. How many times had they kissed, just like this? On their first date. On their second. On the third, and fourth, fifth, and sixth, and every other right up until the wedding, and every date after. Eric could remember each and every one of those kisses, clear as day, and she knew just how to respond to one. The stiffness disappeared from Eric's lips as she leaned into the kiss. Lisa's tender love was met by desperate lust, and need, and want. It had been so long since she'd had time to kiss anyone, let alone Lisa. She couldn't resist pressing her lips hard against her ex-wife's or pressing against Lisa's mouth with her tongue. When they finally came up for air, Lisa was beaming and Eric was blushing a deep scarlet. Something had been off during that kiss, but he couldn't imagine what. It felt so good. Too good, maybe. "I... I shouldn't have done that..." he whispered, mostly to himself. He felt conflicted and scared, and uncertain. Yet at the same time, he felt so happy and hopeful, and more than a bit horny. A warmth had begun to gather in his groin, and he was more than a little wet. "Then you definitely shouldn't do this," Lisa replied, leaning in and pressing her lips against Eric's once more. He didn't resist. Not even when Lisa pulled one of her hands from Eric's, and gently ran it through her partner's hair. Eric had always loved it when Lisa stroked her head like that. It made her feel so safe and comfortable. The kiss ended, and Eric stood dazed for a moment, before furiously shaking his head. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get away from this woman, and these memories and the desperate emotions welling up within him. He had to escape, or something terrible would happen; he was sure of it. Except Lisa had slipped past Eric while he'd been standing in a daze, and she was now inside the house. She was already walking down the hallway. "W-Wait!" Eric called, running after Lisa as she pulled open the door to the master bedroom. He wanted to reach out and stop her, but he was afraid to make contact again. Which meant he could do nothing as Lisa walked into the room. "You really haven't changed it much," Lisa remarked, looking about. "I mean, you took down that picture I liked... but otherwise it's just the same. You're a creature of habit, aren't you, Stacy?" "I... You should get out of here," Eric said. "Please. I... we can talk later." "That's right..." Lisa agreed. "We can talk later. How about right now we have sex?" Sex? Close contact? That was a terrible idea. He needed to get this woman out of the house, and out of his life, whatever it took. Stacy's reactions to her were clearly just too strong. "I really..." Eric trailed off as Lisa began pulling off her shirt. She was wearing a lacy black bra underneath, which cupped and lifted her small assets to try and give them a little more body. She'd always been sensitive about her breasts, but Eric had refused to change them. She loved how cute they looked. And the noises Lisa made when someone sucked on her nipples were incredibly precious. "Y-You need to leave," Eric persisted, trying and failing to tear his eyes away from Lisa's chest. "But that's not really what you want, is it?" The pleading desperation was gone from Lisa's voice. She sounded confident, at home, as if victory was already within her grasp. "I know I have a lot to make up for - why don't we start tonight?" She reached behind her as she spoke, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Eric's eyes latched onto the nipples, instantly. Before she knew what she was doing, she was already stepping closer to Lisa, leaning down toward her. He paused, with his lips barely an inch from Lisa's tit, realizing that he had almost given into a sudden overwhelming urge. "I..." He couldn't do this. He shouldn't do this. He wouldn't do this. Except then Lisa stepped closer, and her pink peak was suddenly pressing right up against her would-be lover's mouth. Unable to help herself, Eric wrapped her lips about the tip. "Oh goddess," Lisa moaned, as Eric brought more of the breast into her mouth, and began to suck. Her teeth grazed against the mound, and her tongue pressed against the nipple. She pressed her mouth against the tiny tit, encompassing it entirely. Lisa was panting and moaning, but it seemed no amount of pleasure would keep her hands from going to work. She pushed her black jeans and frilly black panties to the floor before brushing her fingers through Eric's hair, letting out delightful noises as Eric sucked on her tit. Eventually, Lisa's hand pressed against Eric's forehead, telling her it was time to let go. Reluctantly, she lifted herself up from the breast, a goofy smile on her lips. It had been so good to do that again. So good to feel Lisa again. Except it wasn't "again." He wasn't Stacy. This wasn't him! He had to remember that. "That was nice," Lisa cooed. "Like. Really nice. But I want to be the one showing you how I feel. Take off your clothes for me?" "I... I shouldn't," Eric protested. "I should be kicking you out right now..." He should. He really should. But the mere thought caused regret to well up inside him. Even knowing that it wasn't his regret didn't help. He wanted to cry. "Have sex with me, first. Let me show you how much I care. You can kick me out afterward if you still want to." "I... I don't want to have sex right now," Eric lied, looking away so that Lisa wouldn't see the conflict in his eyes. "You're lying," Lisa accused. "You always look away when you lie. And besides, there's no way someone as horny as you doesn't want to have sex. Especially not with me - I mean, not to brag, but I'm pretty much your ideal woman. Which I guess isn't much of a surprise, considering you made me this body, but still..." Eric blushed scarlet, sneaking another glance at Lisa. She wasn't wrong about being Eric's type. The red hair, the cute breasts, the tight ass... She was everything Eric lusted after, at least in her current state. She wanted to suckle on Lisa's tits and kiss her way up her lover's inner thigh. She wanted to seal her lips on Lisa's slit and lick and suck until her ex screamed. And she wanted to know how Lisa felt. How she really felt. Whether she was regretful, whether she'd come back, whether they could be together again. "You know... that is my shirt," Lisa pointed out, stepping closer and reaching out to grab the hem. "Wh-what are you doing?" Eric asked, voice wavering. "Just taking my shirt back," Lisa teased, slowly starting to draw the cloth up. "Unless you want me to stop?" "I-it is your shirt... I suppose... " He would show her his chest. He'd show her his tits, and then tell her to get out. It wasn't like he'd give into having them sucked on just because he had his shirt off. "That's what I thought." Lisa had a smug smile on her lips as she pulled the fabric up and over Eric's head. Her lips pulled into a wide grin when she realized Eric wasn't wearing a bra. "I... Don't get any ideas! I haven't given you permission to fuck me, yet." "Yet?" Lisa prodded, latching onto the word. "So you're going to ask me to fuck you eventually, right?" "N-No..." But it didn't sound convincing, even to Eric. "Then just let me suck on your tits," Lisa suggested. "And if you can't stand that, then I'll end it there and leave." "...Just my tits?" That felt almost regrettable. Yet, simultaneously, Eric was seeing his first glimmer of honest hope. So long as it was only his tits, he could surely deal with it. He'd recovered fine after sucking on hers, after all. He just had to endure a few seconds, and then he could kick Lisa out the door. "...Alright," he conceded, after thinking it through. "But we're not going any further than that." "Of course not," Lisa promised. Eric could practically hear the amusement in her sultry voice, but he knew that Lisa would keep her word. Or he hoped she would, at least. Maybe this was a bad idea. Just having her ex this close was already making Eric's head fuzzy, and he could feel herself slipping. But Lisa was already reaching out for one of Eric's breasts. She wrapped her hands around one teat and lowered her mouth to kiss the nipple, sucking at the peak. It was different than when Stacy did it. The pleasure wasn't as overwhelming - but that didn't mean it didn't feel good. Rather, it was easier to enjoy it in this lesser state, and soon little noises were slipping from Eric's lips. The bites made her whimper, the kisses made her smile, and the sucking made her moan. And there was this heat, this warmth in her core. It was getting stronger, and stronger, and as it swelled within her she felt this intense pressure building up inside. Without warning, Lisa parted from Eric's breast, causing her to let out an unwilling whimper of need. She was so close. The warmth, the pressure, the need. It was unfair to leave her that close to his desperate release. "Do you want more?" Lisa asked, straightening her back. Eric nodded desperately, and Lisa's smile grew even wider. Except she didn't lean down again. Instead, she got down to her knees and placed her hands against Eric's thick thighs. A bolt of worry shot through him, momentarily clearing his thoughts. What was Lisa doing? Surely, when she'd said more, she hadn't meant that? "W-" Eric's protest cut off the moment Lisa's lips touched his clit. The gentle, delicate touch was so familiar, so lovely. Just like on their first date. And on their second, and third, and every one of them right up to their marriage. Oh, except for the twenty-ninth, when she'd had that cold and the "date" was just Lisa bringing her soup. A tongue darted out to brush against Eric's clit. A finger slid up her thigh to her groin, and pressed against her folds, beginning to work its way inside. Eric knew she needed to end this before Lisa got any further, but the word "stop" was caught in her throat. It felt so good to let this happen - and more than that, she desperately didn't want it to stop. She didn't want to lose Lisa again. "Please," she pleaded, instead. "Don't stop..." "I won't," Lisa promised, working a finger inside Eric's wet channel. The feeling of something inside of her was alien and strange and yet, at the same time, it was familiar and wonderful. Particularly the way Lisa sucked and licked on her clit. How long had it been since they'd last done this? Weeks? Months? It felt like years, but she'd long lost track. After they'd gotten married they'd done this every day at first, but it had long ago begun to trail off. Toward the end, Lisa was barely even letting Stacy fuck her, let alone the other way around. ...There was something off. Stacy couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew there was something wrong. Something... Something about that memory? It wasn't... It wasn't her- Lisa's finger brushed against her ex-wife's G-spot, causing Stacy to let out a moan of ecstasy. All thought left her mind as the dam of heat and pressure inside her broke, and she squirted liquid across Lisa's hand. Her back arched backward, and her knees buckled as the pleasure ran through her entire being. When she came back to herself, she was again on her knees. Again? When was I on my knees before? Stacy wondered, before shaking her head. She wasn't sure where that strange thought had come from, but it didn't matter. Instead of thinking about it, she decided to lean forward and kiss her partner on the lips. "Does that mean you forgive me?" Lisa asked. Stacy smiled. "It means you're next." https://princesskay.net/wp