You saw the movie, "Freaky Friday?" Well, I lived it, and it was freakier than ever the movie suggested.
Me and my mom changed bodies. Can't exactly explain how, but it happened. We both screamed. Looked at each other, and screamed some more. Went to the mirror, and screamed even more. There I was, in my mother's body, screaming. And her, next to me, in my body, screaming so I could barely hear myself.
For the rest of the day, we avoided everyone else. We tried to figure out how to undo this terrible thing. But how?
Dad tried to be understanding. He saw us both red-eyed with tears, and asked what had happened, but we couldn't tell him. Maybe this thing would undo itself quickly, or without us even doing anything. So why upset him and everyone else?
Sleeping arrangements were messed up. Mom obviously couldn't sleep in her bed, it would tip dad off. So said she'd sleep in the bed in the basement. She was in my body, of course, so she said it like she just wanted to be a teen freakster, which sometimes I am. Meanwhile, I'd stay in my own room. Safe there, no?
It took me a long time to get to sleep, partially because of how upset I was, and also partially because I went to bed two hours before my usual bed time. I just wanted to get away from this world. Then, around 1:00 in the morning—I could see from my Klaxon the Klown klock, I felt this presence.
At first, I thought it was going to be something freaky, like aliens, or maybe God coming to earth in order to set me and my mom right again. Then I realized this presence was already in bed with me. And male. And naked.
It was dad.
"Beverly," he cooed in my ear. My name isn't Beverly. That's my mom's name. "Beverly, why don't you tell me what's happening?"
I couldn't say anything. I was scared and had a lump in my throat the size of a cantaloupe.
"Beverly, honey, why are you sleeping in Mattie's room?" Mattie, that's me.
"I just needed some time alone." There, that sounded fine.
"OK. Is it all right if I just lie with you for a while?"
My, he was understanding. "OK. But just a moment, OK?"
He snuggled closer. I could feel his thing near my ass. His cock. Near my mother's ass. My ass. Whichever. He put his arms around my shoulder. Our shoulders. Fine.
"Is that better?" he asked softly.
I didn't answer. I counted to ten, very slowly, and then started to ask him to leave, when he said, "It's Wednesday night, you know?"
At first I had no idea what that had to do with anything. But then he put his hand on my breast, and I suddenly got it. Maybe I'm stupid that I hadn't figured it out before. But now it was crystal clear, and I hadn't a clue about what to do about it.
"Would, would it be all right if this time..."
I wanted to be as brief as possible, while still being polite. But he was already rubbing his finger across my nipple, and the feelings it sent were sort of beyond amazing. I guess my mom's body was reacting the way it usually did, or maybe he knew just the right way to make it react. But within seconds, I could feel my vaginal area starting to get really wet. Like even wetter than when I masturbate. And my nipple was sending electric signals to my brain that just went BZZT! BZZT!
"But last Wednesday, you asked as well..."
What did I ask? Or, what did my Mom ask? I couldn't figure these things out. Not while my dad was making me so weak in the knees it's a good thing I was lying down, or I'd have toppled over like that statue of Saddam Hussein.
I said nothing. Or I moaned. Yes, I think I moaned. Which wasn't the right signal to give.
Next thing I knew, my father had planted his lips on mine, and his tongue started to make an exploration, first of my lips, then of my front teeth, and then the back of my mouth. I had never been kissed like this before, and it was staggering. Especially since at the same time, he had also run one hand down my belly, and stopped it only when it reached the bottom of my nightgown. I had worn one of my mom's nightgowns—didn't want to give anything away—and it was a fairly conservative one, coming down to just below the knee. That didn't slow him down a bit. He pulled up the hem, just as he started to dart his tongue against mine, and then found my engorged clitoris.
Not only couldn't I speak, I couldn't breathe. And seconds later, I couldn't stop myself from cumming. I practically exploded a scream into his mouth as my pleasure center overloaded. I was quivering from head to toe in the ecstatic agony of the moment.
Stop, I wanted to say. I'm a virgin. I'm your daughter. You shouldn't be doing this to me. It's not right. It's against the law. You could go to prison for this. I could go to prison. I don't want this to be happening. You're my father, for chrissake. What would lead your father to crawl into bed with you and give you the giantest orgasm in the history of the world?
Oh yeah. He didn't know. He just thought he was having a little slap and tickle with his wife. Been there, done that how many times? But for me, this was first after first after first. First time kissed like this. First time fondled. First time rubbed off by a male. And of course, the first time for me to do any of these with my own father, progenitor.
Suddenly, I found my hand pulled and attached to his dick. My dad's dick! And it was huge! Firm like a tree trunk! Oh god, it was exciting. And scary. What was going to happen next, as if I couldn't imagine. He had me rub up and down it. That wasn't difficult. Felt really natural, sort of.
What would my mother think? Her daughter screwing her father, thinking it was her? Or me? I couldn't let that happen. I'm a virgin. My mom isn't, but if he puts his thing in my vagina, will I still be a virgin? I was saving myself for the right man, maybe the guy I'd marry. Definitely not my dad. No way, my dad.
Then my dad, this usually normal guy, this usually straight guy who tousles my hair and calls me fluffernutter, and buys me things at the mall, starts to lick my breasts. I didn't remember him taking off my nightgown, but I realize I'm naked and he's naked and there is so much naked flesh in this bed it ought to be shut down, and my breasts, my big heaving, heavy mother's breasts, so much bigger than my own, but now they're mine, and one of them is half sucked into his mouth and he's teasing the nipple with his tongue and it's making me more than half die. I look down, even in the dim light, and I realize he's really pretty cute and handsome for an old guy. But I'm an old girl now too, and all he's doing is making love to his wife, which is suddenly his daughter. And he's teasing the other nipple again, and again my brain is reduced to BZZT, BZZT.
"No," I'm trying to say, but it comes out more like an invitation than a refusal. I try to say it again, but this time it just comes out, "Nnnn." And he knew that was no refusal. A second later, he dumps me on my back, spreads my legs, pulls out his big cock, and rams me up to the hilt.
This was so sick. SICK! PERVERTED! And wonderful. Oh my god, this should happen to everyone. My dad was loving me, fucking me, fucking my mother's body, taking his big cock and shoving it in and out, in and out of his daughter who couldn't say no, couldn't stop him, couldn't do anything but moan, louder and louder.
Gotta keep it quiet. Gotta keep it tamped down. But how can I, when my dad is pounding me like a two-dollar whore? He's fucking away, in and out, no care in the world, and I'm thinking I gotta keep quiet or else my mom will hear, and his daughter will suddenly appear in the doorway, looking shocked, and he won't understand at all, which I don't either.
Then he switches positions. He shoves my ass up, and my legs go splaying in the air, and now he's fucking down on me even harder. Who knew this was possible? My mother must have known. He must have done this a thousand times before with her. She must like this, you know. But he's never done it to her when she wasn't in her body, and me, his daughter, was. He's never done it with his daughter feeling his every stroke, marveling at this grown up thing she'd never been allowed to do before.
Suddenly, I could feel him tensing. "Give it to me, give it to me," I encouraged, I'm not sure why. It just seemed like the right thing. I couldn't complain about him fucking me any more. We were long past that point. If he was going to fuck me, he might as well come in me. Make me pregnant, if my mom wasn't on the pill or anything. Well, that wasn't my lookout.
And then he came. I could feel the spray inside my womb as he pumped his seed, jet after jet, deep into me. The contractions, and the whole damn thing, had me coming again. I had already lost count of my orgasms. It's like the whole time I had been orgasming, like for what, 20 minutes? One enormous, long orgasm that surpassed human understanding. We were both making these animal noises, that says sex whether you're a gorilla or a tiger or an elephant.
And then there was quiet. Or rather, there was panting. It would be several minutes before the oxygen came back fully into our bodies.
"That was amazing, baby," he said.
"My god," I thought to myself. "Does he know?" I wanted to run away and never be seen again.
"You're always the best," he said.
Thank god, he does know. "You, too," I said, using my mom's mature voice.
He pulled his deflated cock out of me. I moaned at the loss.
"You want to come back to our bed, or should I stay here?"
