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A hacker accidentally transfers his consciousness into a milf.
Author of erotic body swaps, shapeshifting, and possession. I tend towards darker stories that might not have a happy ending. I try to incorporate deception and trickery where I can, like when someone has to fool people by impersonating a loved one or friend. I love to write, and am always looking for the next idea.
Riley Harper answers an online ad for a job that pays very well, and she can work from home! She doesn't know, however, that her orientation will involve mind controlling nanites and the occasional possession of her body.
A wizard gets invited to a wild night of debauchery with access to time travel and magical transformations.
Peter and Christine meet old friends, then meet their children, a pair of fraternal twin who are on a college break. The married body hopping couple decide to expand their sexual escapades by spending the rest of the week possessing the twins. Christine adds a twist, and they both explore their hosts' kinks.
Jeff randomly swaps bodies with his father one day. Then his mother the next. Then his older sister. And nobody seems worried about it but him!
The plans for Stealth Control have been leaked onto the dark web. A mistreated loner decides to use the technology to take control of his small town.
A bodyhopper husband and wife decide to spice up their sex life by possessing a mother and son.
A newly married couple find their lives upended when the wife goes to work for a company where all is not as it seems.
Riley Harper was between jobs when she saw the ad. The 21 year old blonde had recently quit as a waitress at a local restaurant. She usually got great tips that she knew was more thanks to her curves than her service, but despised being hit on all the time, especially now that she was newly married. But it wasn’t okay for her to be without a job. Yesterday her husband Ben came home early from his factory. Apparently he’d been furloughed for at least 3 weeks. They didn’t have any sort of savings that would keep them in the black longer than a couple of weeks, so Riley stepped up.
She got on her phone and began job hunting, but quickly grew frustrated by how similar they were to every job she’d had before. Cashier, hostess, server, retail sales specialist. She wasn’t qualified for much else, but just once she’d like to do something that didn’t involve wearing a name tag. That’s when she came across the ad for Del Corp.
Riley clicked on it, and read about a company that was a bit of a drive away. An hour. But it paid eighty thousand dollars a year. That was four times what her last job paid! Del Corp was looking for people who could do simple data entry, and no degree was required. Then the best yet. They would let you work from home 4 of the 5 days a week! This suddenly seemed too good to be true, but what the hell. For the hope of that much money, she’d take her chances.
Riley looked for a place to begin filling out her application online, but then read that the application and interview process would only be done in person, and that candidates would …
Aisha volunteers for an unspecified medical research project, only to be left alone in a waiting room where absolutely nothing of interest happens to her. A fire in the building forces her to go home before she has a chance to participate in the experiment.
At least that's how it seems at first.
Aisha sat impatiently in the bland, sterile room. Not literally sterile, but the spartan lack of decor and drab colouring made her feel like she was waiting in an unfurnished hospital ward. Admittedly, this was hardly surprising - she’d signed up to join some kind of mysterious medical experiment at uni after all - but it wouldn’t kill them to put in a pot plant or something.
The door opened, and Aisha gratefully rose from the sole chair in the room, only to sink back down in disappointment when she was told they would be ready for her soon. Not soon enough, she thought to herself.
Her leg bounced restlessly, and she began to question whether it had been worth signing up at all. Fifty bucks was fifty bucks, but if she wound up waiting here for hours she may as well have just worked a shift at some shitty little fast food place for all the good it would do her.
She shivered. This wasn’t a good attitude to have. She closed her eyes, breathed in deeply and steadied herself. How did the saying go?
“Patience is a virtue: Possess it if you can. Very rare in women and never in a man.”
Her grandmother had taught her that. A bit mean, but she grew up in mean times. Instead of getting frustrated, Aisha decided to challenge herself to see how long she could stay perfectly still. Like a Buddhist meditation kind of thing. Just sit still, stare straight ahead and focus on her breathing.
She was so focused that she almost jumped when the door opened again.
Someone in scrubs poked their head in and asked how she was feeling.
“Fine,” she lied, though admittedly the attempted meditation had seemed to be working for a moment.
Scrubs seemed …
I thought that having my body possessed, my life stolen and my evenings spent tangled in a carnal carousel of degenerate sex was the worst thing that could happen to me.
I was wrong.
It had been three months since I had felt the presence slither out of my mind. Three months since I had been trapped as a helpless passenger in my own body, watching it gleefully debase itself in ways I had never dared imagine.
There had been no warning: One moment I had been waiting in line to audition for some minor speaking role, when a sudden shiver ran through me. The person sitting next to me had asked if I was okay, and I’d tried to make a joke about how nervous I was. Instead, my body silently stood up and began to walk briskly towards the exit.
I had tried to cry out. I tried to stop myself. I tried to trip myself up, swivel my eyes or even blink in a way that might signal to someone that something was terribly wrong, but I completely lost control of my own faculties. Some outside force had seized control of my body and walked it smartly into the elevator, taking us down to the lobby, out the studio doors and into the city’s seedy underbelly.
Well, perhaps not exactly. As my body began to pilot itself towards what I recognised as the red light district, I felt myself almost blacking out in panic - the thought of being trapped as my body handed out back-alley blowjobs filling me with a sense of sickness beyond simple nausea.
To my bitter relief, I watched myself sashay into the most salubrious venue in the city: More a luxury hotel than a whorehouse, but everyone knew that the turndown service included some very intimate extras.
I felt my face flex into a charming smile to the bouncer and saw his look of amused recognition. I’d never seen the brute in my life, but I …
A government experiment to create intelligent microbial life fails, but a small sample is taken home and is eaten by an unsuspecting civilian.
Story concept blatantly stolen from When The Yoghurt Took Over.
I want to believe that it’s not my fault.
It is - it totally is - but I didn’t do it on purpose.
And while, if you had asked anyone ten years ago, “Hey, would you like your body and civilization to be hijacked by this psychic hivemind of hyper-intelligent yoghurt?” they would have obviously said no, there’s nobody alive today that would ever want things to go back to the way they were.
But I’ve skipped ahead, so let’s rewind for a second.
It started in a lab, in a country, funded by a government. Not that any of them exist anymore. I’d managed to sneak my way into a high pay, low responsibility position thanks to a doctored resume and a friend of a friend shuffling some files around.
The team I was assigned to had just completed phase one of their latest project: Genetically engineer intelligent life. And by complete phase one, I mean get greenlit and funded to actually start work.
I couldn’t tell you the exact science going on behind the scenes - like I said, high pay, low responsibility - but what I did understand was that they wanted to start with a microbe that was easy to cultivate in an environment hospitable to humans and didn’t pose any poison or toxicity risks.
Why microbes? Well, the plan was to have each cell be part of a larger network, kind of like how a single ant is pretty stupid but an entire nest is apparently much smarter. At least that’s how it was explained to me, and I was willing to take their word for it.
Anyway, we started with lactobacillus; the yoghurt bacteria. Yes, just like in that one episode of that streaming anthology. And frankly, compared to how things went …
Zoe had a wonderful life! That was until everything just went wrong. No relationship, no job, and most of her stuff got stolen. Zoe finds herself the Queen of a host of mind-controlling parasites. And she figures it's about time that she takes her life back and more.
Zoe slowly poked at her eggs as she munched on a piece of bacon. It was a little crispier than she had hoped, breaking easily in her mouth as she chewed. Her mind was adrift, not focused on the food but on a possible announcement today at work. While she had only heard sparse whispers and rumors, there was a chance that her division was up for a promotion. Her toes curled at the thought of being able to finally move up in the workplace. After all, that meant better hours, better workloads, and a better paycheck. She had been putting in the work over the past few weeks in hopes that it would put her in the spotlight. There really wasn’t anyone else better suited for the position than her.
“I can just feel it! Today is the day that everything changes for the better!” Zoe said as she bit down again on some bacon. She wiggled a little in her chair and kicked her legs excitedly. Zoe grabbed her phone and sent another text to her boyfriend, expressing her delight, before realizing the time.
“Shoot! I need to get ready! I can’t be late!”
Zoe finished up the last of her food before she rushed to the bedroom to pick out her clothes. She decided on a nice purple cotton tee that had a bit of a deep V-neck to it and slipped it over the black bra she had on. She ruffled through her drawers before she found a navy blue pair of leggings that she put on over top of her pink satin panties. She grabbed her uniform coat, which was neatly hung up on a coat hanger and put it on.
“Looking promotion ready,” Zoe said as she adjusted her clothes in the mirror. She …
It's not easy to bargain with demons, which Eddie discovers the hard way after he escapes death by trading his soul to the demon Azir, a handsome and charming resident of Hell. Azir promises to return Eddie's soul in exchange for allowing demons the use of his body for their own amusement. It's the last deal he wants to make, but if he wants to save his soul, it may be his only choice.
There are many common-sense rules to live by, and I just managed to break three of them in one go: never wear black when walking at night, never cross against a red light, and never make a deal with the devil. So, there I am, lying in the street, the taste of blood in my mouth as I struggle to draw breath, and this guy walks up and looks down at me. He seemed like a normal guy, except for the absolute lack of any kind of human compassion in his eyes. He stared at me like I was some bug he couldn’t care less about stepping on.
“Boy, are you in a pickle or what?” he said, crouching down beside me. “That is a lot of blood. And I’m no expert on human anatomy, but I don’t think your arms and legs are supposed to bend like that. But I guess bouncing off a windshield, a telephone pole, and the street will do that to you.” He leaned closer, a flickering light dancing in the depths of his dark eyes. “You’re dying, Eddie. Can you feel it? Your life fading with each desperate beat of your heart?”
I wasn’t sure which was more frightening, that I could feel it, or that he knew my name.
“Are you ready to die, Eddie?” he asked. “In about two minutes, your heart will stop and your brain will cease to function, and you will find out what, if anything, waits for you on the other side. Are you ready for that? Or do you want to live?”
I tried to answer, but it came out as a sob, bloody bubbles flecking my lips.
“I can save you,” the strange man whispered, holding his hand out to me. …
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Dan and Steph get even with Adam by secretly hopping into his parents.
On what was to be a very eventful last day for Adam Holland, it almost noon and he was in his room furiously trying to crank one out to his favorite genre of porn before his mother called him for lunch. He needed a distraction from all the thoughts in his head. He had been waiting to hear something from his mentor Daniel Stein, like if his Mind Hack program was safe to use and if so, what was their plan of action. Adam had this amazing technological breakthrough at his fingertips but didn't dare touch it because his Dan said it might get them all murdered. Adam wondered if getting assassinated by government agents was just the price you pay for the ability to hijack a hot lady's body and make it do whatever you wanted.
Since inhabiting another person's skin, first his former babysitter, and then a girl that lived next door to Dan, it was all he could think about. The pleasures of the female body, the eroticism it encapsulated with his male brain in control, it was everything to him. He desperately longed to use it again. He knew there were bigger things at stake, that they could use this gift to change the world, to free the unwitting masses from the control of those that had the power and money. But to have boobs again, that would be nice too.
"Adam, it's almost lunch time!" Sarah, Adam's mother, called from the downstairs kitchen.
Adam rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the mother son incest being acted out on his computer screen. He had nearly climaxed but he didn't do well when there was a clock. Why did his mother insist on always making them eat meals together whenever his dad was home? His father, Jim, been promoted several months ago, but it was a position that meant he would be traveling frequently and gone for weeks at a time. Adam didn't care, he had his hacking to focus on, but he knew his mother often got lonely. He had heard her more than once pleasuring herself. She probably thought she was being quiet, but it was loud enough for Adam. Coupled with the fact that his mom was very good looking, it was no wonder that Adam had developed a milf fetish. He never expected his mom to see him as anything sexual. At 18 he was still treated like a child by his mom. But it was her soft brown eyes, wavy black hair, and large full breasts that he imagined right before he climaxed to yet another video about a mom seducing her son.
He wasn't really ashamed of this fetish, everyone has their thing, but he hoped his parents never found out about it. He was always very careful to secure his computer from them. He was fairly certain only another elite hacker like himself would ever be able to gain access. He was absentmindedly stroking his lotion covered shaft, thinking about when his parents would start seeing him as the adult he was. Maybe it would be after learning that it was him that had created this amazing program that allowed people to hop into the cyber brains of others through the government controlled Peace of Mind software that was meant to help corral the population. Maybe that, or maybe after he got a regular nine to five and moved out of their house. It would probably be that last one, he thought ruefully.
"Adam!" his mother barked, a severe lack of patience in her tone.
Adam heard her footsteps begin on the bottom steps and his dick shrank. She'd barge in on him if he didn't obey. She'd done it before. He'd have to resume his spank session later. He cursed his mother for not respecting his personal space. He wiped the lotion off his cock, then tucked it away in the confines of his boxers. He quickly closed his web browser and enabled encryption right before his mom entered the room. He spun around in his chair to face her, a defiant grin on his face.
Sarah did not understand her child's insolence. After his high school graduation, they had agreed to let their son stay with them while he worked on some big computer project. He had said it would be worth taking a year off before he went to college, that it would give him an edge over all the other students. But as far as she could see, eyeing the bottle of lotion on his desk and the tiny blotches of dampness on his shorts, the only thing he was working on was one long chronic masturbation session. And the way he eyed her these days, especially if it was around one of his "sessions," was unsettling. She folded her arms as a sign of her disapproval with him, not knowing that Adam loved when she did this as it pushed her boobs up higher. "Adam, I called you to come downstairs for lunch with us. Part of living in this home is that you still have to do what I say, I don't care how old you are. Now get down there right this second young man."
Adam's cock twitched. It seemed that whenever his mom, his former babysitter, a teacher, any female that tried to boss him around, it made his dick hard. He shouldn't be giving his parents grief though. Since graduating high school, he was still getting free room and board plus internet access, the least he should do was complain. It was just the notion that he wasn't seen as a man in this place. Dan needed to get in touch with him soon so he had an excuse to get out of here. Adam stood up and made an "after you" gesture at his mother. She glared at his disrespectful countenance, then walked out his door. He followed close behind her, walking through her scent. She always smelled like peaches, which was the type of body wash she used. This made him think of her lathering up in the shower. As his erection popped up to say hello again, he really wished he'd been able to deal with it before lunch. It wasn't helping that his eyes seemed glued to his mother's backside directly in front of him, watching her cheeks rise and fall, left and right, in the tight jeans that she wore. She had a nice figure and always would wear sexier, tight fitting outfits while her husband was home. What she didn't know was how much this provocative attire affected both the men in her lives.
As they both came into the dining area, Paul, Adam's father, put down the tablet he was reading to greet his son. "Hey Adam," he took in his son's disheveled countenance. "Whoa! I see your mother didn't let you finish!" He laughed loudly at his son's plight.
Adam didn't understand his father's comment until he looked down. He was still wearing only a t-shirt and boxers, something he did often when at home with his family, but now there was a tent pole in the middle of his crotch. He really had worked himself up. He sat quickly across from his mother before she had a chance to see it. Despite all his sexual predilections, he still tried to avoid the topic of sex in front of his parents.
"Man, that looks painful," Adam's father chided. "You should have tried to take care of that earlier."
Adam was bemused by this. "What do you think I was trying to do? Had to stop because mom barged right in?"
Paul raised an eyebrow at his wife and said half seriously, "Honey, the boy has needs. He shouldn't have to worry about his mother walking in while his hand is on his pecker."
Sarah's tone let them all know that they proceeded with this discussion at their own peril. "If he had put it away and come down when I told him to, he wouldn't have to worry about me interrupting his...happy time. Now no more of this talk at the table. Paul, you'll be on the road again and we should be able to enjoy the precious few family times together we have. Pass the potatoes."
Paul smiled at his wife's prudishness as his hand stretched out for the bowl of potatoes. She never wanted to talk about sex, although he understood not bringing it up at the dinner table in front of their son. Still, they were all adults now, but he knew his wife would never see their son as an adult. Sarah rode Adam hard, always wanting him to have more ambition and drive. But Paul knew Adam would flourish in a world that was on the rise in technological achievements. His old business colleague, Dan, had told him so. Adam was a computer prodigy, and Paul believe that soon, his son would be way more successful than he ever would be. He just hoped Adam and his mother wouldn't kill each other before that happened.
All this passed through his head, while simultaneously, a small square of light that resided in the middle of his neck began to blink on and off. If anyone had seen it, it would have been very odd indeed as the light was supposed to be constant, always sending information back to POM that helped deter crime and tracked money spending behavior in everyone 18 and older. But now the signal was winking in and out, a beacon to anyone who could see it that something new was transmitting. As his wife went to take the bowl from him, she found he was resisting her. His hand seemed frozen. Sarah frowned at her husband's childishness. She was not in the mood for games. She stared at Paul who looked back at her, then his head turned slowly every which way while his pupils darted around as if taking in his environment for the first time.
"Paul," Sarah said, confused by weird behavior, but still wanting him to release the bowl. "Paul! Let go."
Paul's grip on the porcelain slackened as he seemed to realize that Sarah was speaking to him. He remained pensive for a few more seconds, appearing lost in thought, then apologized. "Sorry about that dear. I guess I just, spaced out there for a moment. This food looks really good by the way."
This interaction went unnoticed by Adam who was busy piling food onto his plate. His mom told him that if he kept eating like this he'd start putting on weight. Since Adam hoped to be spending time in other people's bodies soon, he didn't care if he was in shape or not. Right now he just wanted to shovel the food into his mouth as fast as possible so he could get back upstairs to his room and finish what his mother interrupted.
As an identical light on the back of Sarah's neck began flashing, she stole brief glances at her husband, concern on her face. "Honestly Paul, for a second there I thought you'd had a stroke or something. Speaking of which, remember when you're not at home to watch your diet. The doctor said that your last physical showed elevated..."
The silence that followed caused Adam to look up from his plate and stare at his mother. She was perfectly still. Adam's father quickly started speaking to fill the void. "So tell me son, any luck on that program you've been working on?"
Adam watched as his mother looked back at him, then she smiled. It was an odd smile, like an "I've got a secret" smile. What had she been talking about? Something to do with his father's doctor? She must have made some inside joke or wanted him to take some hint about his health. He turned his head slightly to look at his father. "Yeah, uh, it's coming along nicely. Dan Stein, you remember, your old buddy, he's looking at it for me right now, trying to work out all the bugs."
Adam's mother giggled. "Oh I remember Dan. He was a very good looking man."
Adam's father gave a wry laugh. "Oh yeah, the ladies are all over fat, balding, sexually inexperienced men who never leave their house."
"Hey!" Adam's mother retorted as if that comment had deeply offended her. The outburst had caused all eyes in the room to stare at her. "Sorry. For some, fat and bald is beautiful, and I'm sure he's experienced in...that way."
The awkwardness of this statement caused a minute of quiet to settle in as everyone filled their forks and spoons. After a few bites, Sarah began to twist her torso, her arms turning to each side. She looked like she had an itch or that something under her shirt was uncomfortable. "I'm sorry. This is an old bra and one of the wires seems to be scratching me. I'm going to take it off."
"Mom!" Adam protested. "At the dinner table?"
Sarah shot her son the look. "Young man, I am not exposing myself, just taking off my bra. You came down here in just your t-shirt and boxers that show the curvature of your penis. I think you have little room to talk." And with that she lifted the back of her shirt, undid the clasp, then worked the bra out through her shirt sleeve. "There," she said smugly, "I think I did that without flashing the world."
Adam had put his head down at his mother's reproach. At the word flashing however, he looked up again. Her light blue shirt was still there. It was one of his father's favorites for how tight it was on her. With a bra on, it was just barely appropriate to wear out in public. Without a bra, it clung to her, accentuating her curves like it had been latex poured on to her skin. Adam's eyes were stuck on the two points at the center of each tit. They both seemed hard as diamonds. He forgot to breathe and didn't notice as drool began to form in his mouth.
"Don't these look good?" Adam heard his mother say, his eyes still boring into her tits. Her voice dropped a little and took on a more sensuous, husky quality. "Wouldn't you just like to take a bite out of them?"
Adam almost choked on a piece of food. His eyes snapped up, remembering that he was to look his mother in the eyes. She had seen him staring, but..."What did you say Mom?"
Sarah smirked at him and her voice seemed normal now. "These rolls," she pointed to a plate she had piled high with the bread. "I thought you loved these and you haven't taken any yet. You should before your dad tries to eat them all."
Adam found he was breathing harder than he needed to be for one sitting perfectly still. "Oh, right, right. Sorry." He reached for a roll.
"Oh, and Adam," his mother's hand fell on her son's. "It's considerably more polite to stare at a woman's eyes rather than her..." she bit her lip as if searching for the words, "...tits." She said it with emphasis, evoking a sensuous quality to an already provocative word. The whole time, her hand remained on his.
When she withdrew her hand, Paul snickered. "Sarah, don't tease the poor boy. He wasn't able to get his rocks off earlier, remember? He's all wound up now and is likely to burst at the slightest provocation."
Adam was pretty sure his brain was broken as he put the roll onto his plate. He was just going through the motions of eating now. The idea of food was far removed from his conscious thought. "I...I thought there was no talk about sex at the dinner table?" It was taking a tremendous effort not to look straight ahead at his mother. If he looked at her, his eyes would inevitably drift down. Even if he stared at her face, those nipples would still be in his field of vision, begging for his full attention.
Sarah seemed to think about what Adam had said for a moment. "Well, maybe I've been wrong. Maybe we should talk about sex more. You're 18 now and mature enough for grown up conversation. And I would be able to say things like how appreciative I am of your father for making me cum multiple times last night."
Paul thought for a second before taking the compliment. "That was a very good time. But thank you for letting me rub my dick between those two mountainous..."
"Stop!" Adam yelled. His face was bright red and he couldn't look at either of his parents. "You've proved your point. It's a good rule. I see why there are some things we don't discuss. Let's not start now. I'm, I'm going back upstairs. Thanks for the meal." He pushed his chair out and walked past his dad. He barely noticed his dad's hand go to the back of his neck, covering it, then begin massaging it like there was some kink there.
When Adam was upstairs and out of earshot, Paul grinned mischievously at his wife. "So, are we going to let him cum upstairs in the privacy of is room while he thinks about his mother's titties?"
"Absolutely not," Sarah said, the same kind of grin etched on her face. "That would be letting the little fuck head off too easy. What I can remember happening to him and his mom right before lunch works perfectly though. He's all pent up and I'm going to tease the hell out of this little pervert. He'll be begging for release when I'm through. After I've seen him debase himself and feel completely powerless over the situation he's in, maybe then I'll call us even."
Paul stroked his chin. "He also might really, really like it."
"Probably, but, so will I." Sarah unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing a decent amount of cleavage. Sarah laughed. "I don't remember them being so big on her. It's been a few years I guess since I've seen them but, well they're almost as big as yours."
Paul chucked a roll at his wife. "Shut up you bastard! Now how are you going to keep your son from masturbating?"
Sarah smiled confidently as she stood up. "Well first off, we make sure his mother is the only thing he can ogle in this house." With that she went straight to the living room and unplugged the wireless router. She then popped open the back and disconnected a wire, then snapped it back together.
A moment later they heard their son's cry of frustration. "Are you kidding me! What does a guy have to do around here to..." They did not hear the end of the sentence but heard his door open and feet on the stairs. He strode quickly through the dining room and into the living room, going straight for the router. He examined it, unplugged it, plugged it back in, repeated this, then gave a defeated sigh. "I don't understand. Everything's connected, we have power, yet I'm not getting a signal."
"It's okay sweetie," his mother said while beginning to stack plates and dishes. "It's a very old router. I'll pick up a new one tomorrow. Right now why don't you just use the free government option?"
Adam frowned at his mother's stupid suggestion. Since internet was seen as a right, it was provided to everyone for free, but it came with certain restrictions, one being it was much harder to view incest porn. "Mom, I'm afraid that's not going to work for..." He forgot what he was going to say as his mother's cleavage, the top two buttons still undone, came into view. She was returning from the kitchen to clear the rest of the table, and her boobs bounced and swayed and seemed to hypnotize him with their movement. Again, he found himself transfixed.
Having obtained her son's undivided attention, Sarah made a show of picking up the jam that had been used for the rolls along with a couple other plates and silverware. She placed the glass bowl with its sugary contents precariously on a plate, and then made sure it slid towards her chest as she bent slightly to pick up a glass. The bowl hit her cleavage directly, causing the orbs to ripple slightly, and leaving a stain on her shirt and sticky fruit residue on her skin. She set the dishes back down on the table so she could assess the damage. "Oh no! I'm all sticky." Adam watched mesmerized as her finger went down to touch the top of her boob where some of the jam landed. She scooped a bit onto her finger and brought it to her mouth. It all seemed to take place in slow motion. As her finger parted her lips, she let out a throaty moan. Adam's eyes had followed the finger the whole way, and now he swallowed hard as he realized his mother was looking right at him. "That's such good jam, don't you think so, son?" The tent pole in his boxers was back. He resolutely put his head down and retreated from the room.
Paul strode in from the kitchen, shaking his head at his wife's lascivious behavior. "You're laying it on a little thick there, dear. If you give him thoughts like that he won't need porn, he'll have what you're putting into his head."
"Crap, I didn't think about that," Sarah said worriedly. "Okay. Well, I guess now is the time you go have the talk with him."
"I think he's a little too old to have the talk with."
"Not that talk, the one where you tell him we know about his sexual fetish and need him to grow up and go look for a job, like, today. That should buy us some time while I think about what's next. Let me get a close look at her memories and see what works best. I really want to slow play this. It'll probably be the last bit of fun we get to have before we have to get serious."
Paul's brow creased. He clearly did not like the prospect of getting serious later, but knew it would be unavoidable. "Okay, I'll go have a talk with my 'son.' I'll let you know how it goes."
"And tell him to take a shower before he goes out," Sarah said as she sidled up to her husband and slid her arms around him, letting her boobs press into his hard chest. "Be sure to not go easy on him, no matter what those pesky memories and emotions might say." And then she kissed him. For her, it was like an automatic response, something her body would just naturally do with her husband. It seemed to take her a little by surprise but Paul responded eagerly, letting his hands slide over her and cupping one of her breasts. She broke off the kiss and made a face. "Weird. Kissing my old friend like that. Anyway, go get him dear." Sarah gave her husband's butt a playful slap as he left the room.
At the bottom of the steps, Paul looked back at his wife. "Wait, won't Adam having time in the shower give him a chance to...take care of business?"
Sarah flashed him a dangerous smile. "Trust me on this one."
Paul smiled and shook his head. He ascended the stairs and then stood outside his son's door for a moment to prepare himself mentally for the role he was about to play. Then he did something his wife rarely did, he knocked. "Son, I'm going to come in, okay?"
"Dad, could you please, come back in like, 3 minutes?"
"No can do kid. I'm here on your mother's orders." And with that Paul entered the room. He gave Adam's domain an appraising look, having seen it many times before in his head, and yet also seeing it for the first time. It was quite messy, clothes lying everywhere. Plates and glasses that Adam had brought up for a late night snack were strewn about. The wastebasket next to his computer was overflowing with tissues, which Paul would use as a springboard into what he hoped was a very awkward conversation. "That's a lot of tissues there, son. Glad to see you're staying busy." He took a seat on Adam's bed and fixed him with a serious gaze.
"Uh, yeah," Adam said as he just stared blankly at his computer screen. If he had just had another few minutes he wouldn't be suffering from blue balls right now. He loved his dad but resented him for this sudden intrusion. "What do you want?"
"It's time we had a serious talk. Your mother and I have respected your decision to take a year off after high school, but you will need to get a job."
Adam's jaw dropped and he turned to stare at his dad, clearly shocked by this turn of events. "What? No. I told you I needed this time to finalize a program I've been working on. It's my ticket in to any college I want. I need to see this through first."
Paul arranged his face carefully into a stern grimace. "Adam, your mother and I know what you've been spending most of your time on."
Adam looked at his father with dread as that statement hung in the air. He did not want to have this conversation. "Dad, yes, I masturbate a lot. I'm still a teenager and, well, I'm horny all the time. You always said it was natural."
Paul nodded in agreement with his son. "Hey, I know. I was a young man once." Paul paused to chuckle at this. "The issue isn't about your need to rub one out once or twice a day..."
"More like three...or more," Adam interrupted.
Paul let out a low whistle. "Wow, men really do always think about sex." Paul had let that slip and noticed his son's confusion so he quickly went on the offensive. "But it's not about how many times. Your mother and I are more concerned over your subject matter."
The color drained from Adam's face. "What do you mean?"
Paul tried to make sure his face looked as stern as possible. "I mean that almost all of what you watch and read is entirely devoted to some facet of a mother and son sexual relationship. Now please understand, I get it, your mother is very attractive and..."
"Dad, I don't...what?" Adam would have paid any amount of money for a way out of this conversation. "How do you know what I look at on the computer? It's protected."
This seem to stump his father momentarily, but then he continued. "Your friend Dan, my former colleague showed me a thing or two. Your mother wanted to see what you were working on so she encouraged me to investigate. Unfortunately all we found was, well, I'm saying that I don't blame you for this perversion. It's actually quite common, depraved though it may be. I guess your mother and I hope that by making you get a nine to five, you'll burn off some of those fantasies you have of your mom's body. We both love you and..."
"Why are you making it sound like I want to have sex with mom?" Adam practically screamed. His father's conclusions had seriously jumped the rails. Fantasizing was one thing but actually going through with it...
Paul cocked his head disbelievingly. "Son, during lunch there, your eyes were all over your mother. You drank in her curves like a man who just found water in the desert."
Adam quickly played by his memory of lunchtime events. "I, she was acting weird! I do not want to have sex with my mother. I just like that kind of porn okay! Can we please be done with this discussion?"
"We'll consider it closed. Now go get a shower and then get out there and look for a job. There's several stores that allow for part time work and they'll probably interview you on the spot."
"Dad, please don't make me..."
"Adam, you're living in our house, eating our food, and we're not asking for a dime. But you will find other ways to be productive than..." Paul waved his hand towards the tissue filled waste basket. "Now no more excuses. Go shower, put on something nice, and get out there, right now." He then stood up and backed out of the room with an air of finality that Adam knew would be foolish to counter.
As Adam surveyed his room for clean clothes hidden under piles of soiled ones, he tried to understand the events of the day so far. His parents were acting normal, but also, not normal. And they wanted him to get a job. He felt his accomplishments so far greatly outshone any mundane task that any proprietor would pay him for. It wouldn't matter anyway once he was able to jump into the mind of anyone he wanted to, then he would be able to escape all this for good. He needed Dan to hurry up.
Adam headed towards the bathroom. He saw the door was not shut, but only open a few inches. In their house, the unspoken rule of a not fully shut door meant that it was not occupied and safe for entry. He thought nothing of it as he pushed the door wide open and stepped one foot inside. There was his mother without a stitch of clothes on her. She was standing just outside the bathtub, slightly bent over as if she were about to turn the water on, her rear pushed upwards towards him. Her dark hung about her shoulders and stood in stark contrast with the paleness of her light skin. His eyes immediately focused on the one boob he could see that hung low. The nipple was large and stood out prominently as if it had recently encountered a chilly breeze or been pinched.
Adam was in the moment when you see something so beautiful but also dangerous and you don't know for a second what to do. His mother's head had been turned towards the faucet and when she turned it on, he made a movement to close the door, his hand making a small metal clink on the knob. Sarah's head whipped around and gaped at her son with a mixture of shock and rage. She stood up straight as her hands flew to cover her privates, struggling to contain both boobs with one arm. "Adam, what are you doing in here? I'm about to shower!"
"Mom I'm so sorry, dad told me that I should...I'll go, I'm sorry," he stepped out and was beginning to close the door.
Sarah noticed slyly that even during his retreat, his eyes never left her figure. "Adam wait!" she said sharply.
Adam froze at the door, continuing to look at his mother as if he had an excuse to do so now. He was trying to look her in the eyes but it's like they had a mind of their own because they kept stealing tiny glances at her legs, where her hand was over her pussy, the hand that was cupping a boob, the tiny bit of red from the jam that still resided on her breast. He couldn't stop looking. He needed to stop looking. It was torture, but the best kind of torture.
"Adam, I'm sorry, I know this is partially my fault. I guess I didn't shut the door all the way. I'll try to be more mindful in the future. I guess I was just in a hurry to get all this sticky stuff off of my tits." When she said tits, she used her arm to lift up her cleavage, drawing attention to the bit of jam she had left there. The combination of her words and gesture caused Adam's member to once again achieve lift off. "Oh, Adam," she said softly, almost, sensuously. "I didn't mean to make you stare at my breasts. I'm not trying to give you more to fantasize about while you..." She bit her lip and looked down at his erection then she licked her lips. She then did an abrupt subject change, as if everything were completely normal and she was just giving him motherly advice. "Sweetie, make sure you wear something more appropriate for dinner. We'll be having company." Her eyes drifted back up to catch his stunned expression as he finally found the will to close the door. She smiled, very proud of her performance.
Adam threw clothes on and rushed out of the house, hoping to escape any more embarrassing scenarios. He had just seen his mother naked. His favorite genre went from fantasy to reality and if he hadn't ever really entertained the idea of sex with his mom, he was entertaining it now. But, it didn't set right with him, especially the bit with the jam on her breast. Why had she left it there when a normal person would have just wiped it off right away and gone about the rest of their day? It was like it had been staged. It was like someone was controlling his mother's body, making it more perverse than usual. That idea shocked Adam, but he reasoned Dan wouldn't go to such lengths to get him back for putting him in his sister's body one time, would he? As paranoia set in, Adam dialed Dan's number on his cell.
Dan answered on the second ring. "Hello friend. I thought we agreed to keep contact to a minimum and that I'd be in touch soon."
Adam couldn't believe it. Dan answered so it couldn't be Dan. Well, it could be him if he engaged the backup option, but that would mean he'd have to be close by since you could only transfer consciousness in the same sector and he lived one away. "Yeah, I know, sorry man. I kind of have an urgent question though. Where are you right now?"
"What? I'm at home. That's your urgent question?"
Adam hesitated. "Okay, send me a picture of you at your desk right now with your thumbs up?"
There was silence on the other end of the line, then Dan's voice returned, "I can't believe you missed seeing my face that much. Here's almost what you asked for, but your mom probably won't want you to frame it."Less than a second later, Adam's phone alerted him that he had picture mail. He clicked it and there was Dan, sitting in his office chair with his computer in the background. He was flipping him the bird. "Alright dummy, now see if you can hold yourself back from reaching out again until I say it's okay." And then the line went dead.
Adam shook his head, puzzled as he walked towards the nearby business district. He had been so sure, but there was no way Dan could be inside his mom right now if he was all the way in another sector. His paranoia left him as the image of his mother's tits once again took up the majority of his thoughts.
Sarah didn't shower but was now in her bedroom putting on a skimpy black dress that showed off her best assets. Adam was very right indeed, she had staged that bit in the bathroom, knowing he'd walk right in since the door hadn't been shut all the way. This was so fun but felt a little bad for what she was doing as memories of him growing up came into her memory. She forcefully shoved them aside as she remembered a time when Adam had not given her a choice. Her husband walked into the room.
"So how about a quickie?" Paul asked, practically drooling at his wife's choice of outfit.
"No, we're saving all that up for Adam later today."
"Did I hear you say we'd be having company for dinner?"
Sarah had been admiring herself in the mirror but now spun excitedly towards her husband. "Have you been going over the memories available to you?"
"Uh, well no to be honest. I'm just enjoying walking around with a dick again. These things get excited so easily. And right now all this body wants to do is stick it in you and..."
"Down boy, I need you to think. Find the memories of my sister."
Paul looked deep in thought for a moment, then his eyes grew wide. "Holy fuck! You have a twin sister, and she lives here in town! Did you know about that before?"
Sarah laughed. "I didn't. Never met her when I was here last and I don't recall Paul, well, you, ever talking about her. But yeah, did you note the part where she's identical to this body?"
Paul nodded slowly. "Yeah, but, so what? You've invited Adam's aunt, who happens to look exactly like you, over to dinner tonight? Isn't that too much? Won't it complicate things?"
"On the contrary," Sarah replied with a sly smile, "I think this will make things run very smoothly. And remember, after this we won't have time for fun and games, so let's cram in as much debauchery as possible."
Paul mirrored her smile. "So what do we do till Adam gets back since you don't want to fuck?"
"With this little addition to our party, I'm going to fill you in on what I have in mind. First, I need to set a timer in Mind Hack with Adam's computer. If we play this out right, it should be amazing."
While Adam's parents schemed, he was finding little luck in the job department. His parents had never made him get a job, and everyone wanted some type of college education or experience. His smug bravado probably didn't help endear him to any potential employers, but he knew every time they said no, it was their loss. He figured he'd stay away long enough to show his parents he'd tried, and then hopefully talk them out of this foolishness over dinner.
It was an hour before dark when he neared his house again. His aunt's car was in the driveway. Aunt Cindy lived on the other side of town and since her divorce last year, she popped over at least once a week. Adam cringed at the timing. Except for the way his aunt wore her hair, she was a dead ringer for his mother. He had confused them on more than one occasion but had not, until very recently, thought about her sexually. Now as Adam opened the door, he tried desperately not to think about the fact that by seeing his mother naked, he had basically seen his aunt naked.
Before the door had fully closed, Adam's mother spotted him and approached him quickly. She had changed from earlier and was now wearing a low cut red top with a cute black skirt. She pulled him into an embrace and then gave him a peck on the cheek. "Welcome back, son. Did you have any luck getting a job today?"
Adam noted that his mother was choosing to ignore their previous awkward encounter in the bathroom. He wanted to rip the bandage off though so he could move forward. "Put in some applications, had a few interviews, nothing yet. Look though, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. You have to know that I didn't mean to...to see you."
Adam's mother furrowed her brow, seeming genuinely puzzled. "What on earth are you talking about?"
Adam rolled his eyes, frustrated that his mom was going to make him spell it out. "You know. Right before I left, in the bathroom...seeing you naked." Adam watched as his mother's eyes widened in disbelief, then the truth hit him. This was his aunt.
"Holy shit!" Cindy exclaimed. "Sarah, Adam walked in on you naked? Why didn't you tell me that?" Cindy's eyes drifted down to Adam's midsection and she gave a pitying smile. "That would explain the bulge I felt when we hugged just now. Oh you poor boy. Of course it was an accident."
Adam's face was bright red as he struggled for words. "How come...you both look more alike than usual? You're hair is even the same as Mom's?"
Cindy blushed slightly. "Oh, well, your mom called me earlier and invited me to dinner. She said that it would be funny if we looked alike tonight because she had some joke planned. I hope this wasn't it?" As they both walked into the dining room, Cindy met her sister's gaze and with an accusatory look asked, "This was not the joke, right, to prank your unwitting son after he's had an embarrassing moment with you today?"
Sarah was putting the last dish down on a full spread, but paused and shot her son a mild disapproving gaze. "I had planned on taking that secret with me to the grave, Adam. But no, it wasn't for that purpose. I'll explain to you in a little while Cindy." She looked at the clock on the wall as if she had a specific time in mind. "For now, let's all sit down for dinner and try to keep the subject matter away from...topics such as that. Adam, sit over there, across from your Aunt and I?"
Adam silently and obediently sat down at the table across from the two women. As soon as he saw his mother he knew he would have to work overtime in the distraction department of his brain to keep his hormones in check. His mother also wore an identical red top and black skirt. Everything about them matched, their outfit, hair, right down to the makeup and nail polish. What the hell was going on? He couldn't recall a time they had ever looked so similar. Adam had listened to stories about them pulling pranks on teachers, and had given his dad a hard time once in awhile about confusing them when he and Sarah had begun dating. But Adam had never seen it with his own eyes. It was just another in a long list of things today that made his dick twitch in his pants.
Paul entered the dining room and noticed his son. "Oh good, Adam's back. We thought we might have to start without you. How was the job search?"
"He struck out," Sarah said sympathetically. "You'll get them next time dear."
Everyone sat down and began helping themselves to the nearest bit of food. Adam was taking a piece of roast beef, but froze as he felt something graze his leg. It wasn't an accidental brush that sometimes happens when wayward feet collide under a table. This was more a caress, a purposeful exploratory touch that lingered. He looked across the table at the two women that both resembled his mother. They both acted as if nothing had happened as they continued to talk casually and pass food. Adam made a move for the gravy when he felt something touch him again, but much higher this time. His body jerked a little, but he composed himself and looked down. He was able to see a bare foot, well manicured, but without any nail polish. The toes wiggled at him as if saying hello, then retreated. He made a show of dropping a fork and bending low to retrieve it. Both his aunt and mother's feet were bare. Both looked the same and neither had polished their toe nails.
When he righted himself, he thought he noticed the hint of a smirk on his mother's face. It quickly vanished as she looked at her sister and asked, "How silly of me, I forgot to put out the drinks. Cindy, could you give me a hand please?"
The sisters stood up and walked out of the room. Adam heard excited whispering from the kitchen, then giggling. When they returned, they put glasses on the table and resumed their seats but...they were both acting suspicious. Adam looked closer for distinguishing characteristics. That's when he realized that neither of them were wearing a wedding ring. Of course Cindy hadn't since her husband left her last year, but his mother also wore hers. Adam's voice rose a little higher with suspicion as he asked, "Mom, where's your wedding ring?"
The woman on his right who had originally been where his mother sat didn't immediately acknowledge the question. Then she realized Adam was looking at her, and quickly stammered, "Oh, I, I took it off while I was cooking. It gets in the way sometimes."
Adam thought he saw the briefest smirk on both their faces. Their reactions were eerily similar. Several questions raced through Adam's mind. Had they switched seats? Were they trying to pass for the other in front of him and his father? Why? What game were they playing? "Mom," the way he said it was more like a challenge. "How come you and Aunt Cindy are dressed alike today?"
Her response time was quicker. "Oh, well, we used to dress the same all the time, sometimes on purpose, sometimes on accident. I guess this is just one of those accidental times. Does it bother you? Seeing two mothers?"
Adam was about to press his line of questioning, but the foot was back, higher this time. Adam jumped slightly in his chair, bumping the table and causing the water in his glass to ripple. His eyes flitted between his mother and aunt. "I...who's doing that?"
"Doing what sweetie?" the woman on his right asked innocently. The woman on his left was eyeing him curiously while putting a bite of salad in her mouth.
The foot had slid all the way up to his midsection. The big toe pressed down on his erection that he felt couldn't possibly get any harder. Then the foot began to steadily rub there, up and down, causing Adam to groan softly.
The woman on his left made a disapproving face. "Adam! What is wrong with you? Why are you making such sounds at the dinner table?"
Adam knew for sure now, that disapproval and condescension, that was his mother. "Let me ask you a question. Why did you switch places with your sister?"
Both ladies flushed slightly. Sarah kept on the offensive however. "I asked her to do this. It was something we used to do a lot when we were younger and I just wanted to see if we could still pull it off. I guess not. But my question remains. Why are you over there moaning like a sexual deviant? Is it your mother fetish? Is that it you little pervert? You get off seeing double?"
Adam shoved his chair back angrily and stood up. "You guys had no right to look at my computer! And Dad said it's normal to..." He couldn't finish. His aunt and mom weren't looking at his eyes, but were both fixated by the anatomy in Adam's pants that was pointing right between them like a divining rod. "This is not my fault! Someone's foot was rubbing against my junk and, oh, fuck all of you! I am not the bad guy here!" With that he bolted from the room and headed upstairs.
Cindy was thoroughly embarrassed by what had just transpired. "I'm, wow, sorry you guys. Seems like you have a lot on your plate. I'll go and let you try to take care of...whatever this is."
Sarah gently put a hand on her sister's arm. "No, at least finish the meal first. I did go to all this trouble after all. I'll go talk to Adam."
As she got up, Paul looked at the clock. "You'd better hurry. It's almost time."
Sarah gave her husband an evil grin. "I don't think it'll take long."
Cindy was very confused. "What are you guys talking about? And why did you want us to dress alike today Sarah?"
Sarah was also looking at the clock. "I'll tell you here real soon. As soon as I come back in fact, you will know exactly what is going on." And then she was gone, headed up to Adam's room.
Adam had assumed that no one would follow him. They would give him time to stew and carry on about their meal. If anyone did come, it would be his father, but he assumed he probably had enough time to take care of the issue at hand. The internet was back up so that was a plus. It seemed to be a little slow however, which usually meant he had some other program running. He'd check it out after he took care of business. His favorite milf site came up and he already had his cock out when his mother barged in.
"Adam, we should talk I...why is your cock out?" Her eyes went from that to the scene of a mother seducing her son on the computer monitor. "Are you fucking kidding me right now? What are we supposed to do with you?"
Adam's head slumped. He felt utterly ashamed and defeated. Nothing had gone right today. It was just one embarrassing scenario after another. He slowly tried to tuck his unwieldy dick back into his boxers. His mother was in front of him a split second later, hovering over him. She lowered herself, her cleavage now in his line of sight. Her hand went to his hand that was pulling the boxers over the tip, and she guided the hand back down, exposing his hard on once again. Then she moved his hand aside and began stroking the shaft. His eyes lifted and found her looking angrily at him. "Mom, what are you doing?"
"Well, apparently what my boy wants me to do. I think you're sick Adam. I've watched you struggle all day today. Leering after me at lunch, then again when I was about to shower. Your eyes almost jumped out of your sockets downstairs watching me and my sister." Her stern expression softened. "I guess I feel you've been tortured enough and probably need some release. So your Momma's going to help you with that."
"Mom, I never wanted you to actually..."
His mom put a finger on his lips. Then she let go of his cock and took off her red top. She unclasped the bra, letting the large tits he had glimpsed earlier fill his vision. She placed one hand back onto his cock and began stroking again. With the other hand, she took Adam's and placed it on her left breast, then began squeezing it for him, working it, kneading it until Adam's hand took up the task on its own. "Yeah, that feels good baby. Squeeze Mommy's titties. Is this what you wanted Adam? Your mother to seduce you? You want your mother to rub your hard dick while you play with her big jugs?"
Adam didn't understand what was happening. Adam didn't care. His other hand joined in the fun and he was groping and squeezing, then pinching both nipples. This caused his mother to moan herself. He shifted slightly, as her dry hand on his dick felt good but also a little painful.
Sarah seemed to notice his reaction. "Oh, did that hurt my dear boy. I'm sorry, I forgot to put some lotion on my hand. Here, let me kiss it and make it better."
Before Adam knew it, his mother's mouth was kissing up and down his cock. She started at the base, pushing her nose right into his pubes. Then worked her way up the shaft until she was at the very tip. Her eyes looked up into his, she winked at him, then took him into her mouth. The immediate feeling of pleasure caused Adam to clench both of his mother's breasts, which made her moan loudly. Her hot wet mouth was more than he could take. The situation was more than he had ever imagined or fantasized about. One hand continued to massage a tit, while the other went to her head, helping to guide her. He looked down, wondering if this was all just a lucid dream. As her head bobbed up and down, her hair spilled down one side of her neck, giving him a brief view of her signal square. He thought he saw something. As he pushed her hair more to the side to get a better look, she doubled her efforts, cupping his balls and moaning loudly like the porn star on his monitor. As he saw the blinking light, he knew what it meant, but he climaxed anyway, spilling hot seed into his mother's soft wet mouth.
She leaned back and swallowed, then looked at her son with an evil smile. "Did you enjoy that, son?"
"What the fuck? Dan?" Adam said weakly. "My mom? How long have you been my mom? And why did you just blow me? That's...?"
"I know, the gayest thing I've ever done," his mother said without pretense. "What can I say, being a woman changes your perspective. Your mother is my third go around and, well, this body has needs. You should know that despite the hard time she gives you about getting off, she has little room to talk."
Adam's eyes widened. "My mom..."
"Uses a dildo every night your dad is out of town," Sarah finished. "Oh, by the way, consider us even. Well, almost even, there's one more surprise left." She shot a glance at the time on the monitor.
"I hope it doesn't involve more sex," Adam said. "I mean, don't get me wrong, that was great and I hate you for it. But I would need awhile before I could go again."
"Yeah," his mother said as she put her bra and top back on. "Luckily, being a woman you won't have that problem. Now make sure you act out your part. According to your father's memories, he's been fantasizing about this since we began dating."
"What? What part? Please leave my dad out of this? How do you know about his memories?"
"So many questions," Sarah smiled as she continued to look at the monitor. "Unfortunately, you're out of time, but I think you won't have any trouble figuring it out in a second."
"I don't..." was all Adam got out before his head slumped forward.
Downstairs in the dining room, Paul and Cindy had been having a pleasant conversation about her prospects for another husband. She had been divorced for over a year now and was no longer wading into the dating game but was cannon balling into it. Cindy was currently giving Paul the attributes that she was now looking for in a man. "I don't care if he's super handsome or makes a lot of money, I just want someone who will treat me right and..." Cindy stopped as if something had suddenly occurred to her. Then her eyes began to dart around the room as if taking in new surroundings. She looked at him very puzzled, then asked, "Dad? What's going on?"
Paul smiled. "Cindy, I'm not your dad. I mean, if you want to call me daddy here in a little while you can, if that's your thing. Right now, how about we retire to the master bedroom." He stood up and extended his hand in a gesture for her to take it.
Adam was great at computers, but very slow to pick up on whatever Dan had planned at the moment. He figured he'd go with the flow and see where it led. He wasn't complaining though, as his vision showed his aunt's boobs bouncing gently underneath him. Then he noticed the back of his father's neck in front of him. His signal square was blinking. Someone was inside him, controlling him as well. What the hell was going on? Dan had let a third party in on Mind Hack? What was he up to? Adam was now nervous as he followed his father into the bedroom. His mother was already there, or Dan was, in her body. This could get confusing fast. "Dan, who is inside my Dad?"
His mother smiled. "All in good time my sweet sister. But right now let's try to stay in character, okay. It'll be more fun and less terrible for you. Why don't you try accessing some of your aunt's memories? They should all be there. In case you haven't put two and two together yet, I discovered how to make a timed transfer with Mind Hack that also starts someone with all they need to disguise themselves immediately. Consider this a training session for what's to come."
Adam shook his aunt's head in frustration but did as he was told. He thought about his aunt's life and her memories came flooding in. Cindy loved her sister, but felt like she was always trying to live up to her level of success. She had the good, faithful husband, unlike her cheating louse of an ex. She had a child, something she wanted desperately. And she wanted...she wanted to get laid. It had been awhile."
Sarah was watching Cindy's expression closely and seemed to know when Adam had accessed the appropriate memories. "The last few times I've talked with my sister, she's been talking about her need to have sex. She's awful choosy so she won't just go to bed with anyone. But I happen to know based on what's up in here," Sarah tapped her own head, "that she's asked joked about switching with me so she could fuck my husband. However, I suspect she was somewhat serious."
Adam didn't believe it, but knew the truth even as she said it because Cindy's own memories verified it. Cindy was totally down for a swap. "But my mom would never let my dad cheat on her." Cindy's shaky voice said.
Sarah walked towards her sister and put a hand on her face. "If it's with someone that looks just like me, is it really cheating?" She used her hand to gently turn Cindy's face towards Paul. "And look at him, look at my husband. Doesn't he look like he wants this too?"
"But that's my..." Adam started to say.
"That's your brother in law." Sarah interrupted. "Tap into those memories. Let them temporarily define who you are. If we want to survive, you'll have to be able to hide your true self instantaneously."
Adam could see the memories she was referring to, could feel the allure they had over his aunt's body. His mind resisted though. "I still think we could do this without me fucking my dad."
Sarah laughed. "We could, but that wasn't my idea, it was hers." She pointed at Paul and Adam was confused again.
"Hi Adam," Paul said smugly. "It's me, Stephanie, Dan's sister. We've only ever met a couple of times briefly, but that didn't stop you from putting my brother into my body and getting him to have sex with my boyfriend. Dan may consider you guys even but you still have a debt to settle with me."
"Wait, I didn't have sex with your boyfriend," Sarah argued. "I'm not gay."
The absurdity of that statement caused Cindy to let out a wry laugh. "Dude, you were just sucking my dick a minute ago."
"That wasn't my fault," Sarah argued. "Your mom's a little cock slut. She loves to suck your dad's dick when he's home. When she noticed the similarities between you two, it got her wet in a hurry. I just gave her want she wanted, to wrap her lips around a big throbbing..."
"You son of a bitch," Cindy yelled and slapped Sarah in the face.
Sarah stumbled back and looked shocked and hurt. "Cindy, why would you...I'm just trying to help you sister. I'm trying to give you what you said you wanted."
Her reaction, fake though it was, affected Cindy's memories strongly. It triggered recollections of times they'd fought as siblings, made up, determined to stay a tight knit family that would always be there for the other. Slapping her was just as painful for her and Adam couldn't keep up with the emotions as tears welled up in Cindy's eyes. "I'm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." She embraced her sister, trying to show her how much she meant it.
"There, there," Sarah said accepting the hug. "I forgive you. Here, let me prove it to you." And then Sarah's mouth was on Cindy's. Cindy was shocked at first and Adam didn't know how to feel but his lust won out in the end. As their lips parted their tongues began to intertwine together and hands began to wander. After a minute of passionate kissing, Sarah broke it off to look at her husband and asked in a breathy voice, "Is this what you wanted to see, husband?"
Paul grinned. "You have no idea how many times Paul has fantasized about this. I'll give you a hint. It's a lot." He joined the two sisters and took turns kissing them both as they all began to undress. Paul and Sarah pulled Cindy on to their bed and they all soon became a tangle of arms and legs as each serviced one another.
Adam had brief flashes of the wrongness of the situation, but it was like he wasn't himself anymore. He felt more like a passenger, letting Cindy's strong responses dictate her body's actions. Adam's moments of revulsion at seeing his father's dick were overshadowed by the tremendous desire that Cindy's body felt as it slid inside of her. And he delighted in the sight of his nude mother/sister. As the passion built, the lines continued to blur and he felt more and more like Cindy. He was a sister who had been jealous of what Sarah had and she was finally getting it after all these years. She felt wonderfully complete as Paul filled her and Sarah kissed her and played with her nipples. Their combined attention to her sensitive body brought her to a swift climax that she readily reciprocated by making sure her two partners got their fair share of orgasms.
Cindy let Paul pound her pussy in a few different positions. He really seemed to be taking his time. The sight of the identical sisters seemed magical to him and he continued to look back and forth, his dick getting a surge each time. When he finally blew his load, Cindy fingered her sister while Paul watched in erotic fascination. Sarah shook under her sister's fingers as the two kissed sensuously, deeply, while continuing to caress each other's bodies. Sarah took a long time to cum, and when she did, Paul was hard again and took Cindy one more time from behind.
When they were all spent, they lay next to each other, sweaty and tired. Cindy interrupted the silence after a few minutes. "Are we even now you fuckers?"
Sarah giggled. "I mean, I'm good. Stephanie, how about you?"
Paul groaned contentedly. "Yeah, I'll call us even. But next time you want to fuck me Adam, just ask."
Cindy sat up on one elbow and looked at Paul with amazement. "You would have let me fuck you? I mean, in your real body? With me as myself?"
Paul tried to decipher that statement then answered, "If you mean would Stephanie have let Adam fuck her, yeah, probably. It would have pissed my brother off too so, bonus."
Sarah sat up and began to get dressed. "Well you two do what you want, but maybe after we figure out what needs to come next. Put yourselves together and let's meet downstairs so we can finally get down to business."
One sector away, miles and miles from Adam's house, Dan couldn't stop laughing from how perfectly it had all transpired. With the backup process running, he could recall everything his consciousness experienced in Sarah Holland's body moments after it happened. The backup was running for Stephanie too, and they had each stayed in separate rooms in case they felt the need to get off on what was happening in their other selves. Dan had heard Stephanie bring herself to orgasm more than once. They had had their fun but now it was time to get serious. Using his hacking skills, he had ascertained the names of Peace of Mind's board members. Who exactly was on the board was a mystery because it changed often, shuffled around through the corporate process of merges and acquisitions. But these names were a start. They could begin by jumping into their minds and finding out what they needed so they could bring the whole system crashing down. With Mind Hack, he reasoned it shouldn't take very long.
His thoughts of shattering a dystopian society were interrupted as an alert flashed on his computer screen. Someone was hacking into his system. This person possessed serious skills to bypass his security. He was about to take counter measures when a message popped up on his screen. His face turned ashen as he read the large bold font.
"POM ENFORCERS THERE IN 10. DO NOT TRY TO RUN. USE CONTINGENCY PLAN."
Dan stared at the screen for longer than he knew was wise. They knew. What did they know? He had to assume everything. He dialed Adam's number, put it on speaker, and then let his fingers fly across his keyboard as he put his contingency plan into action.
A woman's voice answered on the third ring. "Adam's phone, this is his slutty aunt."
"No time for games kid, put me on the phone," Dan commanded.
A few seconds later and the voice of Adam's mother came over the line, "What's up dude? Ha, this is weird. I'm talking to myself."
"I just got a message from who I suspect is the POM insider that's been helping us along the way. It says they know. They're coming. I'm initiating all contingencies. You know if they're coming here, they'll be coming there. Get Adam backed up and out of there and then, well, I don't know what will happen. I don't know how the backup conscious works. Hopefully you'll be able to jump out. If not...well, good luck."
All he heard was silence on the other end and knew that his other self was processing the news. Dan hung up and went to his sister's room. He knocked knowing Stephanie might not be decent after her moans of passion earlier.
"What's up bro?" Stephanie called.
"We're burnt. I'm using our backups. I'm sorry Adam dragged you and I into this, and I'm sorry I probably made it worse. Lay down in your bed and pretend to sleep and in a minute, I'll merge your signals into one consciousness."
Steph's voice quivered with fear. "...okay. I love you Dan."
"I love you too Steph." Dan hurried back to his computer. With only seven minutes now he'd be cutting it close. He started his self destruct program that he had for just such an occasion. It would completely wipe his drives, and then melt it down from the inside out. Nothing would be recoverable. He got his tablet and threw it in the microwave downstairs. He set the timer for 5 minutes. This would cause a fire no doubt but that might be a good thing. As he headed back upstairs, he heard what sounded like several vehicles pulling up outside. He moved quicker now. He sat back at his computer desk and pulled up the question that pertained to Stephanie's backup.
There on the screen was the question. "Back up complete. Replace original and make primary? Y/N?" Dan hoped he was right about this but knew he didn't have a choice now. He selected yes and a follow up question popped up. "This will permanently delete original. Are you sure? Y/N?" Dan swallowed hard, then chose yes. He waited a few seconds, then got up and went into his sister's bedroom. She was under her covers lying perfectly still. He took her arm and checked for a pulse. He let out a tiny sob when he found nothing there. As he hurriedly made his way back into his office, he heard the sound of the door being broken through downstairs. He locked his office door, buying himself maybe a precious few seconds.
At Adam's house, Paul had gotten dressed and was standing in Adam's room watching Sarah pull up Mind Hack on Adam's computer. Suddenly Paul let out a cry of pain and clutched his head. The merge of Stephanie's two selves was painful, then over quick as it began. She recalled everything here and there and the danger of there was making panic set it. "Dan!" she yelled at Sarah, "You have to get out of there now! I heard cars pull up over at our place!"
Sarah didn't slow as she selected Cindy's body. "He can't hear you through me, remember? I'm sure he's on top of it. Right now we have to get Adam out of Cindy and into another body and then back his consciousness up into that one. It needs to be someone they won't suspect. Now get downstairs so you can get Cindy out of here when she comes to. Tell her I don't feel well and needed to lie down." Paul hesitated, then did as asked. A minute later, Adam was back in his own body on the floor of his room, watching his mother work feverishly on his computer.
Back at Dan's, POM's enforcers had cleared the downstairs and now were coming up the second floor. Dan hoped beyond hope his computer's self destruct program would do its job and that he had hopefully cause a good distraction for them for later, but now it was time for him to get out. He selected his own backup option. The doorknob of his office rattled as someone attempted to gain entry. He selected yes. He heard a separate sound of the door of his sister's room being opened, then a burst of gunfire as they eliminated one of their targets. The last question was before him. His door exploded open as his finger hovered over the key. He pressed it as a volley of bullets made their way towards their mark. Dan had a moment to look down at the huge red stain spreading out around his chest, then his head slumped forward.
Sarah and Adam were quickly looking for nearby options for Adam when Sarah grabbed her head. Her hands then went to her chest as the memory of being shot flooded into her mind. "I'm all here now. Got out just in time. Now we get you to another body, then we hope that we can escape these bodies we're in now. I..." Sarah stopped talking as a message appeared on Adam's monitor.
"ENFORCERS THERE IN 2 HOURS. BACKUP ADAM, THEN STAY LOW. ALL RESTRICTIONS ARE REMOVED AFTER USING BACKUP. I'M SURE I'LL BE SEEING YOU SOON. GOOD LUCK."
Sarah whistled. "Whoever this guy is, he's everywhere. It's almost like he's..."
"What?" Adam asked unnerved.
"It's like he's been monitoring us this whole time, the real us? If so he just saw a lot of kinky shit. And I guess he knows we'll be looking for him to get answers. I just hope he wants the same thing we want."
"Okay, but what did he mean all restrictions are removed after backup?"
Sarah paused, thinking. "Don't know. I guess we'll find out, but it sounds like Steph and I will for sure be able to jump out of these bodies into somebody else. So that's good news. As far as staying low, that shouldn't be too hard, because very soon POM is going to have a huge mess on their hands."
"What mess?" Adam asked.
"The biggest part of my contingency plan was to flood the net with your program. It's a clone of the one we've been using so anyone who pulls it up will have instant access to POM and the ability to hop into someone. I even included a user's manual of sorts. If POM knows we're in other people and they know how to find us, this should give us a big enough distraction to stay one step ahead of them. At least I hope it does."
Adam looked skeptical of this plan. "Isn't that, well, I mean I didn't have the best intentions with it, but, don't you think other people might go even further than we did?"
Sarah grinned at him. "Further than mother fucking? Maybe? But by the time we get our answers and shut down POM, everything should go back to normal and the government will have lost most of its choke hold on our society." They both resumed looking at the red dots on the screen as they carefully selected the next bodies that would become their temporary home.
Chance Kirkwood's mansion was several sectors away. As the current CEO of POM, he could afford to fill it with the finest things money could buy. It also had a state of the art computer that Chance had built himself. Three monitors showed him everything that Adam, Dan and Steph were seeing in real time, even if they weren't in their original bodies. His version of Mind Hack was far beyond what Adam had put together, but it was impressive nonetheless. Chance shook his head at his carelessness of letting Adam have access to... but that was in the past. He was glad it had worked out this way. And he had paid them back by giving them ample warning to save their lives, at least the digital backups of their lives. Everything was almost complete. And even better, Dan's plan to flood the internet with their inferior version of Mind Hack should give him the rest of the time he needed without worrying about any outside interference. They would be visiting him soon. He would be prepared. He would answer their questions and then show them the grand scheme of it all, one that he had been working on for so very long. The thought of having someone there to witness it caused the corners of his mouth to inch upwards, right before his body gave an involuntary shudder.
To be continued...
Adam recruits his sister to experiment with the program and they take over the bodies of the husband and wife next door.
Adam, Dan and Stephanie go on the run in different bodies. They upload Mind Hack to the internet for the world to see and an influencer streams his results.