Milf Money

It had been three days since I had gotten the talisman, and I haven't used it recently since I'd been driving and sleeping in my car. Man, sleeping like this was no fun, I should've bought a tent or something.

Waking up from a shitty nap, I got out of the car to take a wizz, enjoying the breathtaking view of the Nevada desert, and then went back to my car to continue my journey.

I didn't know where I was going, but I knew with this talisman, the world would be mine.

And right after I thought of it, my car went caput. "Well fuck!" I exclaimed. This car was already in bad shape and the only reason I got it was because it was the car that was featured in 'Transformers'. No wonder Bumblebee scanned the newer model, this one was a piece of crap

I had two options, either stay in my car until I could hijack someone, literally, or have a nice long walk in this blistering heat. I looked around to see a small suburb to my left; it was far away, but maybe I could get to it before I melted.

Then I saw a vehicle driving towards me. As it got closer, I could see it was some Tesla model, some new-age-electro bullshit. The car stopped next to me after I made the hitchhiking-thumb gesture.

The car's window lowered down, and there I saw my savior, and my next victim to swap bodies with. She was about mid-forties years old, with a nice business skirt suit to cover up her voluptuous body, and a square pair of glasses to cover her green eyes. Her short blonde hair, styled kinda like a typical Karen haircut, but in an attractive way.

"Is there a problem, mister?" she asked, sounding so warm and motherly, like the folks who are beyond gullible.

"Yeah, my car broke down, can you help me tow it to a repair shop." I tried to sound as friendly as possible.

"Of course, I was driving in the same direction as the repair shop." She pointed at the road. "I can help you get there."

I hooked both cars, got inside my car, and she started towing me.

During our drive to the repair shop, I was contemplating when I should swap with her. She looked pretty rich, her house was probably loaded, but I gotta have to see it with my... I mean...

her

eyes.

We finally arrived at the repair shop, it looked old school with a big neon sign saying '

Conagher's

REPAIR SHOP'.

The repair guy came to us to help my car get into the garage. I got out of the car and unhooked my car. I asked if she could stay for a bit, as the car wouldn't be fixed for a while; if she could drop me off somewhere. She obliged and parked her car outside.

Soon the repair guy came out; he was a bit chubby with a beer gut and definitely past his fifties, wearing some jumpsuit.

"What seems to be the problem?" the guy asked in a hard southern accent.

I was somewhere in Nevada, though with that accent, he was definitely Texan. I explained my car problems and he immediately checked the vehicle, opening up the hood to see the engine.

"So is this fixable?" I asked the guy.

"Yeah, definitely, fix these kinds of cars all the time." he answered.

"So how much will it be?" I asked again.

"Uh, about 956 dollars!"

His answer shocked me. "What?!"

"Well, you see..." he pointed at the engine, "... this whole thing has been fried like chicken in Kentucky. The best option is to replace the thing completely."

Shit, I didn't have that kind of money right now, but it did have a solution. "Give me a sec." I told him as I walked off.

Time for some body swapping.

I walked up to her car, and knocked on the window; she looked at me, then rolled it down.

"Can you get out of the car?" I asked her nicely.

"Okay." she agreed and got out immediately. "What do you want?"

"Well, I want to thank you for helping me, so here, I have this necklace." I took the talisman from my pocket and put it around her neck.

"Oh, thank you so much, but I can't have this, you don't need to give me a fancy gift." Her response gave me a dose of deja vu, about when I had done it to my former landlady.

"Okay, how about a kiss?" I quickly moved my lips towards her before she could respond.

The next thing I knew, I was staring at my face with a bewildered look, stepping back from her former body. I immediately commanded her to keep her mouth shut and do nothing. I was getting good at this.

Having finished with that, it was time to pay for the repairs. I grabbed the purse from the car, and started walking back to the garage. Man, walking in heels sucked balls, as I was trying to walk slowly as possible, but still almost broke one of my ankles. But it worked out in the end, as I went into the garage.

"Hello, good sir!" I said, in my new soft friendly voice. "I came here to pay for that young man's repairs."

He looked at me, almost ogling my body; I couldn't blame him, I was now a hot MILF. "How kind of you, I knew the guy was broke."

My frustration at that comment aside, I took out my wallet. I saw her ID card-- Charlie White; age: 45; Job: Bank manager. This gave me an idea, I paid the guy with my new credit card and went back to the car.

"Okay, you drive me to your workplace." I commanded her and she nodded, starting up the car and we began to drive.

"Who are you?" she struggled to ask.

"I am no one important, just drive!" I gave her a pretentious answer.

After twenty minutes, we ran into a traffic jam, great-- rush hour.

Bored, I opened up my business suit and then started to unbutton my blouse. My former only had a look of horror, as she saw me exposing more skin than she wanted in a public space. But she couldn't say anything.

I didn't bother removing the bra, that would be for later. Instead, I pulled it down, showing off her rounded beauties. The feeling of having boobs was becoming more normal, but man, it was always nice to have these fun bags attached to me.

To pass the time, I started playing with them. "Oh yeah, you got some nice tits, Mrs. White." Before she could protest I lifted my free hand's finger. "Nunh-uh, no looking, eyes on the road!"

I then moved my hand to my crotch and started rubbing it. Even though it was covered by panties and stockings, I still could feel it. It didn't take that long before they were soaked from my actions. I could just hear the silenced anger coming from her, as I was wetting her car seat.

After a few hours, we

finally

arrived at her workplace. It was a pretty big bank with a big golden lion on top of the building.

"Wait here." I commanded, and started to get out of the car. Before I did, I picked up my wallet and put it in my purse, as well as the talisman. Now my plan was in motion.

Walking in, I was greeted by a guard. I greeted him back and went to the elevator. As the door slid open I met up with a young man coming out of the elevator. He was White with brown hair, and he looked younger than my former body. Must be a recent graduate.

"Good morning, Mrs. White." he called me by my stolen body's name.

Shit, I forgot to ask who her employees were. I looked at his name tag-- Peter M, executive assistant.

"Oh hello, Peter!" I nervously told him.

"Is something wrong, Mrs. White?" he asked sincerely.

His voice turned me on for some reason; maybe, I could use my power as a boss to tell him to do whatever I wanted. "Yes, there is! But not right now, you can wait in my office."

"Alright!" His answer was short and he went on his way as I got in my elevator.

I picked the basement level, where the vault was. Soon, the elevator lowered and I got out. I walked towards the vault, where I scanned my keycard and it opened, just like 'open sesame'.

The vault looked sterile inside. I also looked around for cameras; luckily, there weren't any. in front of me was a computer, but not just any computer-- it was an ATM hybrid.

Allow me to explain. The bank firm which Mrs. White worked for was more than just a bank; it was a digital bank for rich guys, as well as a regular bank. So most of these bank accounts were digitally offshore, and my plan was to siphon money from it without them knowing it.

I put the keycard in the machine, and I started to punch some numbers in.

You might be asking, how in the fuck do I know all this shit, or how I even could try to do something like this? I would tell ya, but then I gotta have to kill ya.

After a small bit of hacking, I hit enter and saw the number count appear, and it started to count the siphoned money; it kept growing until it hit four hundred thousand dollars.

"Perfect!" I said to myself, putting my debit card in the desirable slot and then pressing 'transfer money to card'. After a few seconds of transferring, and voila, I was a few grand richer.

I put all the cards in the right places and walked out of the vault. I could get back to the car, but I had this hot MILF body and I wanted to mess around with it. So I got in the elevator and pressed the button to go to the fifth floor.

It took me a bit to get there, as the elevator was always interrupted by some jackass getting in the thing, greeting me, and having small talk with me; which I barely answered because I didn't understand what they were saying.

Quickly ignoring them, I got out of the elevator and walked to 'my' office.

I opened the door and saw 'my' assistant quickly rising up from 'my' chair.

"H-hello Mrs. White!" he tried to pretend to have not just been sitting in his boss's chair as he walked away from the desk.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." I closed the door and locked it, so that no one could bother us. I walked slowly to 'my' desk and sat down in the comfy chair. I could see that he was to the left of me.

"I have a question, Peter..." I looked deeply at him, with my new seductive eyes, as I took off my high heels with just my feet, and also my jacket. "Have you ever fucked a woman?"

He blushed immediately. "Uh... Mrs. White, I don't think it's appropriate for you to say tha--"

"Answer... the question." I stopped him, as I took off my skirt. I could hear him gulp.

"Well, I did it once. Though, she was quite disappointed."

I would have answered "Shit, same here dude!" but that wouldn't be ladylike so I said something more subdued.

"Understandable. First times are always messy, but enough talk: time to put that mouth of yours to good use." I slipped off the skirt, the pantyhose covering my legs, and finally my panties; then I spread my legs so they could rest on the armrests.

He dropped to his knees and slowly shuffled towards my cunt. "Oh boy, I don't know how to do this."

Man, was this guy shy as fuck. I grabbed his head and moved it right into my crotch. "Just lick it like ice cream!"

He immediately started licking my cunt. It was beyond amateurish, but it hit the spot.

I started swiftly unbuttoning my blouse again. After I opened it up, I could see the sweat appearing across my chest and stomach. I arched my head upwards, releasing a strong moan. "God, are you sure this is your first time?!"

He ignored my question, understandable, considering he had his mouth full of my pussy.

That's it! I had enough "I need your cock... NOW!"

I pushed his head away and he gently fell over, and I basically jumped on him. I started to lower his pants from his crotch. He had an 'Autobot' logo on his underwear. "Wow, you are a Transformers fan?" I asked, breaking character.

"Y-yeah!" he quietly responded

"Sweet, me too!" I started to remove my bra (thank god it was a front opener), exposing my tits to him, as well as freeing his dick from the Autobot underwear.

Then an idea came to me from out of the blue. I quickly grabbed my pantyhose, and put it behind his neck. As I held on to the nylon hose with both hands, I lowered myself on the erecting shaft.

I knew this body was no virgin, but I still could feel his cock going inside. "Oh god, I can feel it!" I said it out loud to my fuck buddy, maybe to give him some boost of confidence or whatever.

Slowly going up and down the shaft, I started to get more acquainted with the female side of sex. I thought to myself 'my god, this shit never gets old!'

It took only for barely a few seconds for Peter to moan loudly "Mrs. White, I can't hold it much longer!"

Man and I thought I was bad during my first time with a woman.

"Fine, you can cum on my chest!" I quickly got off of his dick and he immediately came, his load shot up hitting my breasts and face. I moved my tongue across my lips for a taste, god it was salty, just like mine was. I swallowed it and started to put my clothes back on, but decided to ditch the underwear. "You can keep these as souvenirs."

"Th-Thank you, Mrs. White." He sounded very exhausted, guess this took a lot of him, which made me quite warm inside; though, I was concerned that I just fucked a dude. But then again, I had fucked myself twice already, so it wasn't that weird.

I tied up my opened blouse into a knot and carried my jacket over my left shoulder, while putting the purse strap on my right. I also put on my talisman because I was going to need it soon.

I came back to the car, disturbing my body's occupant. I told her to relax and told her to drive to her home.

"Where is my underwear, what did you do?" she asked, nervously.

"Oh nothing..." I said, lifting my legs above the dashboard and put my arms behind my head "... I just fucked your cute little assistant!"

"You fucked Peter?!" she shouted, almost ready to slam on the brakes.

"Oh come on, lighten up. With this hot MILF body of yours, you were practically teasing him. Now keep driving!" I commanded.

She just grumbled and did what she was told.

After a half-hour of driving (the traffic was still shitty), we arrived at her suburban neighborhood. It looked almost identical to the one where my journey began, hopefully, they weren't any secret vampire dominatrixes. We stopped at a nice idyllic-looking two story house.

"So, do you live alone?" I asked.

"Yes, my husband divorced me and the kids are in college." she responded.

"Do you have a pool?"

"Yes."

"Awesome! Get me some snacks from the kitchen and meet me at the said pool." I quickly got out of the car and walked as quickly as possible in my heels, before deciding to take them off midway and started running bare footed. I dropped them off plus the jacket and the purse immediately after going inside the house, though I gently put my glasses on the kitchen counter.

I opened the sliding door to the pool, and with each long step I took off my last two pieces of clothing. First was the blouse, then near the diving board, I pulled down my skirt and then kicked it up in the air with my right leg. Stepping onto the board, I jumped three times in place and then launched myself with knees to my breasts screaming "CANNONBALL!" before making a big splash.

I breached out of the water to catch a breath, then I floated on my back, slowly moving my dainty feet and arms, enjoying how the water caressed my breasts. I rested my eyes, feeling the glow of the afternoon sun.

After a bit I opened one of my eyes, to see my former body holding a tray of all kinds of goodies, but mainly they were grapes. I quickly swam to the food, ordered her to put the plate down, and grabbed some of them, satiating my hunger after a long hard day of fucking around-- both figuratively and literally.

After gobbling down some snacks, I wondered what to do next. Then I realized that this body needed something more to satiate it. "Take off your clothes!" I commanded her, like she was my slave, because basically she was.

"No!" She protested.

"Take... off... your... clothes!" I commanded again

She looked down at me, with a mix of feminine defiance-- the whole hands-of-hips shtick. Then I realized something-- I looked down on my chest, it was bare of the talisman.

"Where the fuck is it?!" I looked around to see it at the bottom of the pool. I looked at her again, she was focusing on the water, she saw it.

I quickly dove in, while she jumped right into the pool. It was a struggle, I was in a weak female body, while she was in a strong male one, and I thought I was screwed. But underwater, I had the upper hand. I used my new, strong, thick legs to dropkick her in the chest, taking the air out of her lungs and grabbed the talisman. Swimming up to the surface to get some oxygen, I put on the thing. However, I quickly realized that I might be killing myself, so I went back down and retrieved her. Thankfully, she was light in the water, and reviving her was very quick.

After that fiasco, we went back into her house to recover. Taking all the wet clothes and putting them out to dry, I gave her a blanket, and also raised the room temperature just so she wouldn't freeze to death.

I put on her silky bathrobe, and it, ofcourse, fit her body perfectly. I went back to visit her in her room, where she was sitting on the bed with a blanket. She had a sad look on her face.

"What's the problem?!" I asked, as I sat next to her.

"What's the problem? You swapped bodies with me, mind controlled me against my will, you probably stole god-knows-how-much money using my body, and you fucked my assistant!" she ranted, my former face being morphed into frustration and sadness like I had never seen before.

I had really done it. With my previous victim, she deserved it for being a greedy cunt, but with Mrs. White, I had kinda fucked up her life a bit. I needed the money but still.

"I'm sorry, it's just I got this new thingamajig that lets me do these kinds of things. I just can't control myself, especially in a woman's body." I said, pointing at my talisman.

She chuckled. "You know, you remind me of my husband. He was such a control freak, not as much as you, though. When I was married to him, he always wanted the first and last word in a conversation. I am surprised it took me twenty years for me to divorce him. More surprised that after that, I became more successful, you saw what I have in my job."

"I see..." I said, as I moved further back into bed as I took off my talisman and put it on the bedside table. "You haven't been treated right..." I freed up the knot that held my bathrobe together. "Now, show me how you want to... be treated." I put some alluring tone in my voice at the end, and that switched her attitude.

Her face turned into a gleeful smirk as she rose up, the blanket falling off revealing her naked male body, her cock already hardened. "With pleasure." She immediately went for my, or rather, her own cunt.

This wasn't my first rodeo in receiving head in a woman's body, but it was just as amazing as before. Her tongue pierced my inner walls, making it more moist than before, she definitely was better than Peter.

"Oh yeah, keep going! Give your pussy what it deserves!" It didn't take long for me to cum, unleashing my honey into her hungry mouth.

She rose midway, licking off her sexual bodily fluid with her tongue. "Oh, I taste delicious." she said in a very sultry tone. She then looked down to see her new pecker standing erect, nicely and proudly. She looked at me with lustful eyes; I knew what she was going to do.

Without a word, she jumped on me and started kissing all over my body, especially on my face and neck.

"Enjoying... the virility of... a young man, Mrs. White?" I asked between her ferocious kisses.

"Enjoying it?" She gave me a big smooch on the lips "I'm loving it!". She looked down at her original body; I could see what she was about to do, and without a warning, slammed her cock into my pussy.

I groaned with pain and pleasure as she kept on fucking me raw as if I was her own personal Fleshlight. She was holding on to the headboard for stability; I was afraid she was going to break the goddamn bed.

"OH YEAH, CHARLIE, FUCK YOUR BODY THE WAY YOU WANT IT!" I was losing my fucking mind, I didn't know if the estrogen messing up my brain, but I sounded more like a woman. If I kept this shit going, I might end up with gender dysphoria after we swapped back.