The storm raged outside. A flash of lightening lit the room as Jeanne threw her head back in ecstasy.
"Oh Og, yes!" she moaned as her husband buried himself deep between her thighs. Jeanne arched her back as she felt the familiar stir marking the beginning or her first climax. Her fingernails dug deep into Og's back as her muscles tightened around his cock. With her eyes closed tight, Jeanne cried out as the explosion within erupted. A loud clap of thunder and a flash of lightening muffled her scream as her insides quaked with intensity.
* * * * *
Sarah moaned, careful not to make too much noise incase her parents heard.
"Oh God, Mark," she breathed. Sarah's inner muscles clamped around Mark's cock as he pounded his hips into hers. With a loud moan, Sarah closed her eyes tight as the ferocity of her orgasm peaked. A clap of thunder followed closely by a flash of lightening drowned out her cries as her orgasm erupted.
* * * * *
Jeanne opened her eyes to darkness. The lights had gone out due to the ferocity of the storm. With her lover still pounding into her, she clawed her nails down his back.
"I'm gonna cum," Mark cried as he buried his face into the pillow. "Gnh... Mmph." Mark buried himself deep inside Jeanne as his cum shot in spurts deep inside her.
"God Og, you feel so big baby," Jeanne whispered.
With a start, Mark forced himself upright. With his weight held by his arms, he strained against the darkness to see.
"Og?" he asked. "I'm not your fucking Dad!"
"Mark?" Jeanne fought to pull the sheet over her nakedness as the recognition of his voice registered.
"What the fuck?" Mark withdrew his now flaccid cock from her and grabbed for his shorts.
Jeanne looked around the darkened room. Seeing the dark outline of the dresser against the wall, she suddenly realized she was in her daughter's room. Too shocked to respond, she clutched the sheet tight to her chest as Mark fumbled in the dark to dress.
"I - I'm sorry," Mark mumbled, as he stumbled toward the bedroom window.
* * * * *
Sarah opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness. With her body still sending small after shocks from her orgasm, she thrust her hips toward her lover.
"God, Jeanne, you're so tight," Og said as he felt his balls tighten. "I'm going to cum baby." With his head buried into her shoulder, he pumped his cock into her as the pressure of his sperm shot up the length of his cock. "Oh God," he moaned as the sperm shot out to fill her cavity.
"Dad?" Sarah's eyes shot open wide in horror as her father spewed the last of his load deep inside her.
"Sarah?" In sheer horror, Og fought back the bile that was building in his throat. Pulling his flaccid cock from his daughter, Og grabbed the sheet and pulled it around his waist.
Sarah instinctively placed her hands to her chest in a desperate attempt to cover herself. With a gasp, she sobbed.
"My breast," she cried. "I only have one breast!"
Not hearing her words, Og hid the revoltion he was feeling as he fumbled for his clothes.
Jeanne made her way down the hall, guilt and shame causing tears to stream down her face as she found the doorknob. Hearing the voice of her daughter coming from inside, Jeanne flung the door open.
"No!" she sobbed as she saw the outline of her husband pulling up his trousers.
"What's going on?" Sarah cried, as she pulled the sheet over herself. "Mum?"
"I don't know," Jeanne sobbed. Clutching the doorframe for support, she felt the tears sting her eyes as Og made his way toward her.
"I'll grab some torches from the basement," he whispered as he kissed Jeanne's hair softly. As Og made his way down the darkened hallway, Jeanne moved to the bed.
"W - where's Mark?" Sarah asked, her head reeling as reality set in.
"He's gone," Jeanne replied, her tone deepening as she tried to make out her daughter's face in the dark. "We have to talk about that too."
The sound of Og returning brought the pair's thoughts back to the situation at hand. The yellow circular beams lit up the hall as they neared the open doorway.
"I found the torches, but couldn't find the candles, Jeanne," he said as he entered the bedroom.
"They're in the kitchen drawer," Jeanne offered, shielding her eyes from the sudden brightness. Standing gobsmacked, Og stared at the two women on the bed.
Now that she could see, Jeanne turned to look at Sarah. Her mouth fell open as she looked into her own eyes. Sarah sat, her mouth open as she looked at her mother sitting in what had been only a few minutes ago, her own body.
"Th - this is impossible," Jeanne stammered. Holding her hands to her face, she traced her fingers over her nose and mouth. "It can't be possible!"
"What are we going to do?" Sarah cried hysterically.
Og fell to the side of the bed dumbfounded. He glanced at the women shaking his head in disbelief.
"Maybe Mrs. Denton from next door can help," he offered. The two women stared at him in disgust. "She's into that witchy stuff. Maybe she'll know how to fix this." With a shrug, Og fell silent.
"Mum, I only have one boob," Sarah said in a husky whisper, pulling the sheet away so her mother could see her flat chest.
Getting to her feet, Jeanne fought back the tears. "Let's go ask Mrs. Denton now. No-one could sleep in a storm like this. Let's see if she's still up."
"But Mum, I only have one boob!" Sarah began to protest.
"I think we have more to worry about than your damn boob!" Jeanne shouted as she grabbed the torch from Og's hand. "Get dressed and let's go."
Reluctantly, Sarah held the sheet tight to her chest as she climbed from the bed. A glob of cum made its way slowly down her inner thigh as she picked up one of the torches and made her way to her bedroom. Standing in front of her dresser, Sarah let the sheet fall in a pool at her feet as she stared at the image reflected back at her.
"I only have one boob," she sobbed. Looking at her face, she stared into her mother's eyes, which were now her own. "And I'm old!"
"Sarah?" Og called from the hall. "Come on, let's go before it gets too late."
"Coming," she called, taking a last look at her reflection before moving to her wardrobe.
"Mum, I don't think any of my clothes are going to fit. I'll have to borrow something of yours." Sarah called, after scanning the contents of her wardrobe. A few moments later, Jeanne entered the room with a pair of pants and a grey sweater.
"Here, put these on," she said, handing the clothes to Sarah. Looking ridiculous in a pair of trackpants rolled up at the ankles, with an over-sized sweat-top hanging loosely, Jeanne caught sight of her reflection. "God, I hope she can fix this mess," she whispered aloud.
* * * * *
The rain fell heavily as the trio made their way through their neighbor's front gate. The gate protested noisily over the sound of the rain, groaning as Og held it open for Jeanne and Sarah.
Running up the path, they bound their way up the three small steps to the shelter of the small porch. With a sharp rap on the door, Og pulled his jacket around his ears. Glancing at his daughter, then slowly to Jeanne, he sent a silent prayer to the Gods that Mrs. Denton could help.
"Knock again," Jeanne said, feeling a trickle of water make its way down her back.
Og raised his fist to knock, just as the door opened slightly.
"Hello?" came a soft voice.
"Mrs. Denton. It's Jeanne and Og Bashan from next door," Jeanne explained. "We're sorry to bother you so late, but we could really use your help." Forgetting she was in Sarah's body, Jeanne blushed as Mrs. Denton opened the door wider and looked at her strangely.
"Something happened and now I only have one boob," Sarah blurted. Og gave her a knowing glare as he offered to explain.
"Something, I don't know what, caused the women to switch bodies. Before you say anything, please hear me out," he said. "I know it sounds impossible, but it's happened and we were hoping you may be able to help us."
After staring silently at the trio for some time, Mrs. Denton cleared her throat.
"I guess you had better come in," she said, opening the door wide.
Inside, the small lounge was lit by dozens of brightly colored candles. On a small circular table, a bible lay open. The aroma of incense permeated the air as Mrs. Denton led them toward the sofa.
"Please, take a seat," she offered. With a forced smile, Jeanne sat beside Og.
"We really need your help," Jeanne pleaded. "I'm trapped inside Sarah's body," glancing over at Sarah, she continued, "and Sarah is in mine."
"And I only have one boob," Sarah whined.
"I see," Mrs. Denton said, wringing her hands tight together. "And what exactly were you both doing when this transition took place?"
