I Am You

When the woman left the house, I ordered my old body to go and sleep and return only when ordered. It slumped on the couch, a drooling, useless husk, knocked out cold by the nano-chip's grip--a limp puppet I'd discarded for something far juicier. I stood in Mom's bedroom, her sweat-soaked, cum-drenched body stuffed into the sluttiest outfit I could rip from her closet: a black leather miniskirt, so tight it sank into her wide, meaty hips like a goddamn chokehold, the hem riding up to flash her thick, glistening thighs, barely hiding that fat, spank-bruised ass I'd been hammering all morning. The top was a sheer red halter, no bra, her monstrous tits bulging out, nipples stiff and slicing through the fabric like they were begging to be gnawed, sucked, twisted raw. I spun her body in front of the full-length mirror, feasting on the sight--Lisa, 43, my mother, now my filthy fuck-doll, her red lipstick smeared into a whorish grin, black eyeliner smudged around her eyes like she'd just crawled out of a backroom orgy. Her dark hair clung to her sweaty neck, the tight bun fraying into a messy crown of depravity. I raked her manicured hands over her curves, clawing her ass through the leather, mauling those heavy tits till the halter creaked under the strain. The nano-chip buzzed in her neck, my perverse master key to this twisted empire--her body, my rules, no fucking limits.

"Fuck me, Mom, you're a dripping cum-whore," I growled, her voice dripping sex, thick with that husky edge I'd jerked off to since I was a kid, picturing her catching me sniffing her crusty thongs. "Look at this nasty slut--built to be fucked raw, gushing for your own sick son." I smacked her ass hard, the crack echoing, her flesh quivering under my grip. "Been dreaming of owning you like this, you sweaty, slime-soaked bitch--now I'm you, and I'm gonna ram every filthy fantasy through your dripping holes till you're choking on my lust." I leered at her reflection, her face--my power--cheeks flushed, lips parted, a toy I'd ram my cock into if I still had it. The rush of possession was a high no drug could match, but I craved more--more flesh, more degradation, more screams to fuel my fire.

"Time to blaze and get fucked up," I rasped, digging through her nightstand stash. I yanked out a fat joint--premium weed she hid behind her perfect-mom facade--and sparked it, the flame kissing the tip as I sucked deep. The sweet, earthy burn flooded her lungs, smoke curling out her nose as I exhaled slow, watching it frame her slutted-up reflection. "Fuck yeah, Mommy's getting trashed," I purred, taking another hit, the buzz slamming in fast, lighting up every nerve--her sweaty thighs rasping in the pantyhose, her tits heaving, her cunt throbbing under the leather. "No rules, no limits--just me, riding your nasty ass into the dirt till it's a stinking ruin." I laughed, a low, dirty chuckle, and puffed again, the room hazing as I twisted her nipple through the halter with her free hand, pinching till it stung. "Gonna get so blitzed I fuck myself brain-dead in your skin, you juicy, festering sow--gonna drown in your rancid slime while I choke you with my perversion."

The air thickened with weed and lust, the bedroom a swamp of rot and sex--stained sheets, crusty toys scattered on the floor, a vibrator still slick from earlier buzzing faintly under a pillow. I staggered to the bed, flopping onto it, Mom's body sinking into the damp mattress, her thighs splaying wide as I ground her cunt against the sheets, smearing her juice into the fabric. "Look at this shithole, Mom," I sneered, her voice slurring with the high. "Your perfect little kingdom, now my filthy playground--gonna trash it till it reeks of my cum and your shame, you sloppy, leaking pig." I grabbed a handful of her tit, squeezing hard, imagining Sarah's face buried in it, her prissy lips sucking for dear life. The thought made my borrowed pussy clench, a hot pulse of need I'd unleash on her soon enough.

The doorbell sliced through the fog, sharp and jarring. I froze, joint dangling from Mom's red-slicked lips, then grinned--some fool was about to stumble into my den of depravity. I swaggered downstairs, her heels clacking like gunfire on the hardwood, hips swaying, tits bouncing with every step. My old body lay sprawled where I'd left it, a drooling lump on the couch. "Stay down, you limp-dick fuck," I sneered, kicking its shin as I passed, Mom's voice dripping venom. I yanked the front door open, and there she was: Sarah, my elder sister, Mom's precious little girl, mid-20s, plain skirt-suit hugging her soft, curvy frame, glasses perched on her nose, trembling like a lamb at the slaughter. Her jaw dropped, eyes bugging out behind those nerdy frames, taking in the sight--Lisa, her perfect mother, decked out like a cheap hooker, joint glowing, tits half-out, leather skirt flashing her meaty thighs, reeking of weed, sweat, and pussy juice.

"Mom?" Sarah stammered, stepping back, her voice a shaky squeak. "What--what the hell--"

"Shut your prissy mouth, Sarah," I snapped, twisting Mom's stern-mom tone into something cruel and gleeful, a whip of control. I grabbed her wrist with Mom's manicured hand, nails digging in, and hauled her inside, slamming the door so hard the frame rattled. "You're not scampering off, you little brat. You're mine now--Mommy's fresh meat to chew on." I blew a thick plume of weed smoke in her face, watching her cough, eyes watering, her good-girl world cracking apart. She'd always been Mom's shadow--obedient, terrified of screwing up, desperate for praise. I hated her growing up, the golden child who got love while I got shit, and now I had her under Mom's thumb--my thumb. Perfect prey for my twisted feast.

She flinched, clutching her purse tighter, voice trembling like a scared kid's. "Mom, what's wrong with you? This isn't--"

"I said shut it, you spoiled little cunt," I barked, stepping close, towering over her in Mom's heels, her cheap floral perfume drowning under Mom's stench of weed, sweat, and dripping slit. I flicked the joint's ash onto her flats, grinning as she jumped. "You wanna keep Mommy happy, don't you? Always kissing my ass, begging for my approval like a good little puppy?" I grabbed her chin with Mom's hand, forcing her to meet my eyes--Mom's eyes--dark and wild. "Well, bitch, Mommy needs some nasty fun, and your whiny ass is my new toy. Strip those pants off now, or I'll tell Dad you're a useless slut who defied me--ruin your perfect little life till you're nothing but a sobbing smear."

Her lips quivered, a pathetic whimper slipping out, but she didn't bolt--too broken, too trained to obey Mom. "Please, Mom--I don't--" she whined, but I cut her off, Mom's voice a brutal snarl. "Pants. Off. Now, you sniveling little shit--or I'll kick your ass to the curb, tell everyone you're a disobedient tramp who spit in my face. You'll be fucked, and not the way I'm about to fuck you." I took a hit off the joint, exhaling slow, smoke coiling around her panicked face. She caved, hands shaking as she fumbled with her slacks, the zipper rasping as they slid down her smooth, trembling legs, pooling at her feet. Pink cotton panties--cute, girly, laughable. I cackled, Mom's voice a harsh, throaty roar. "Look at this whiny little princess--kiddie panties? Bet your pussy's wetter than a drooling toddler's, you mommy's-girl bitch. Gonna soak 'em for me, huh?"

I lunged closer, Mom's heels clicking, and slammed her against the wall, her back thudding hard enough to knock the breath out of her. She gasped, arms flailing, but I pinned her wrists above her head with one of Mom's hands, the other diving straight into those pathetic panties. Her soft hair brushed Mom's fingers as I clawed her, digging in, grinding her clit raw. She yelped, squirming, but didn't pull away--Mom's word was law, and I owned it. "Mom, please--stop--" she sobbed, voice breaking, but I grinned, Mom's red lips curling into a sneer.

"Shut up and spread, you bratty little cunt," I hissed, twisting Mom's firm tone into something filthy and feral. "You've been Mommy's perfect angel your whole life--now I'm gonna rip your prissy pussy wide open and drown you in my slime. Bet you've dreamed of me spanking your ass raw, huh? Well, here's your fucking punishment--Mommy's gonna make you gush like the slutty daughter you've always been hiding." She was dry at first, her body stiff, but I kept at it, mauling her clit with Mom's fingers, feeling her tense, her breath hitching in panicked little gasps. "Oh yeah, you love this, don't you, you spoiled little whore? Mommy pawing your needy snatch, turning you into my dirty little cum-dump. Gonna make you lick my sweaty tits clean after this, you tit-starved brat."

"Mom, no--I can't--" she cried, but I slapped Mom's hand over her mouth, silencing her, her hot breath puffing against Mom's palm. "Quiet, you whiny little slag," I snarled, plunging deeper, two fingers now, stretching her tight, warming hole. "You're mine to fuck with--gonna make you squirt for Mommy, you sniveling bitch, and you'll crawl back begging for more, drooling for my rancid cunt." I twisted her clit hard, and she buckled, a weak, forced orgasm ripping through her, her panties dampening just enough to slick Mom's fingers. Her knees shook, tears streaking her face, but she stayed pinned--Mom's authority was her cage, and I was the goddamn keeper.

I yanked Mom's hand out, glistening with her faint, pitiful juice, and brought it to Mom's lips, sucking slow, tasting her shame--salty, sweet, laced with girly fear. "Mmm, fuck, Sarah, you taste like a scared little virgin who just pissed herself," I sneered, locking eyes with her, Mom's gaze dark and mocking. "Bet you've never had Mommy rip you open like this, huh? Your perfect mother's been dying to ram her fingers up your tight little shithole, hasn't she? Gonna choke on my sweaty panties next, you whining little slut." She flinched, glasses fogging with her tears, but I grabbed her face with Mom's other hand, nails gouging her cheeks, and forced her lips to mine. I kissed her hard, tongue plunging deep, weed smoke and her terror mixing in her mouth as I ravaged her. She gagged, squirming, but didn't fight--too broken, too scared of Mom's wrath.

"Strip, you filthy little princess," I ordered, stepping back, Mom's voice icy and sharp, a blade of command. "Every fucking stitch--now--or I'll tell Dad you're a rebellious slut who spat on me." She hesitated, then obeyed, shedding her blazer, her blouse, that plain bra, those pink panties--standing there naked, trembling, her soft, young body a canvas of shame, small tits quivering, a patch of dark hair between her legs. I bent down with Mom's body, snatching her discarded pink panties from the floor, and brought them to Mom's face, sniffing aggressively, snorting deep like a hog in heat. The musky, sweaty scent of her cunt hit me hard--faintly sweet, sharp with fear, a ripe little tang that made my borrowed mouth water. "Fuck, Sarah, your pussy smells like a goddamn treat," I growled, Mom's voice thick with perverse delight, holding the damp crotch up like a trophy. "Sweet little slut, leaking this delicious stink for Mommy--bet it tastes like candy when I shove my tongue up there, you juicy little bitch."

I rubbed the panties across Mom's face, smearing her lipstick with Sarah's musk, then stuffed them into Mom's mouth, sucking the crotch hard, moaning as the flavor hit--tangy, sweaty, a hint of pissy fear. "Oh fuck, Sarah, you're a walking cum-stain," I rasped, spitting the panties onto her chest, watching them stick to her skin. "Mommy's gonna eat your filthy snatch till you're screaming my name, you sniveling little twat." I grabbed her by the hair, yanking her forward, and shoved her face into Mom's cleavage, smothering her between those massive, sweaty tits. "Breathe it in, you tit-obsessed brat--smell Mommy's rancid milkbags, get high on my stink while I decide how to ruin you next."

She gasped, muffled sobs vibrating against Mom's flesh, her glasses slipping down her nose. I peeled off Mom's halter slow, letting her massive tits bounce free, nipples hard as bullets, then shimmied the leather skirt down, kicking it aside so Mom's fat ass and sweat-soaked pantyhose gleamed in the light. I pointed at her ass, Mom's voice a low, dirty purr. "Get on your knees, Sarah, and kiss my sweaty fucking ass--lick it clean, you spoiled little bitch, or I'll ram your face so deep you'll taste my shit." She dropped, sobbing harder now, her hands shaking as she crawled forward, pressing her lips to Mom's cheek, tentative, terrified. "Deeper, you disgusting brat," I roared, grabbing her hair with Mom's hand and shoving her face into Mom's crack, her nose mashed against the sweaty, rancid flesh. "Stick that tongue in my shithole, you mommy's-girl slut--taste your mother's filthy ass and gag on it like the desperate whore you are." Her tongue darted out, rimming Mom's asshole, wet and sloppy, and I groaned, the high spiking, Mom's voice quivering with glee. "Oh fuck yes, Sarah, worship my stinking hole--you're my toilet now, you whiny little cunt, licking Mommy clean like a good little ass-kisser. Bet you'd slurp my pussy juice off the floor if I told you to, wouldn't you? Nasty little bitch, born to eat my filth."

I yanked her up by the hair, her glasses tumbling off, clattering to the floor. "Suck these fat fucking tits--bury your face in 'em till you choke," I snarled, thrusting Mom's chest forward, her heavy breasts swaying. She latched on, sucking a nipple, tears streaming as her lips trembled around it. "Harder, you greedy little slag," I barked, twisting her other nipple with Mom's fingers till she whimpered. "Suck 'em like you're starving, you tit-hungry brat--bet you've stared at these your whole life, drooling to nurse again, huh? Gonna milk 'em dry while I finger your sloppy cunt raw." I slid Mom's other hand back to Sarah's pussy, plunging three fingers in deep, pumping hard, her hole slicker now from fear and forced arousal. "Finger that dripping snatch for me, bitch," I commanded, and her shaky hand joined mine, rubbing her clit as I fucked her senseless. "Oh yeah, play with yourself, you dirty little daughter--show Mommy how bad you want her love, you leaking, pathetic slut."

I dragged her upstairs, her stumbling behind me, tripping over her own feet as I hauled her by the wrist. Her sobs rang out, a sweet little chorus to my sadism, and I threw her onto Mom's bed--the same mattress I'd soaked in her pussy juice and sweat earlier, still reeking of weed and rot. I climbed over her, straddling her soft, trembling body, grinding Mom's wet, pantyhose-clad cunt against her thigh, smearing her with Mom's slime. "Feel that, you mommy's-girl cunt?" I hissed, shoving her legs apart wide, ramming Mom's fingers back in, four now, stretching her hole till she screamed. "Mommy's gonna fuck you till you're a sobbing wreck, you pathetic little bitch--gonna rip this pussy apart and make you beg for my fist next time, you dripping slut." She moaned, half-agony, half-broken submission, her body bucking under Mom's weight as I drove her to another weak climax, a pitiful squirt soaking the sheets.

I rolled off, her limp form sprawled beside me, tears pooling on the pillow, her breaths ragged. I propped Mom's head up on an elbow, relit the joint with her free hand, and took a long, slow drag, exhaling smoke as I grinned at her wrecked, naked body--pale skin flushed, pussy glistening, face a mess of snot and despair. "Cry all you want, Sarah, you spoiled little slut," I said, Mom's voice thick with sadistic glee, a low, throaty laugh bubbling up. "Mommy owns your sorry ass now--gonna keep you as my personal cum-rag whenever I want, make you lick my sweaty crack clean every fucking day. Bet you'll crawl back tomorrow, drooling for more, you filthy little brat." I puffed again, the joint glowing red, smoke curling around us as her sobs grew quieter, her spirit crushed under Mom's authority--my authority. "Look at you, fucked out and leaking for me," I purred, reaching over to smear her own juice across her lips with Mom's fingers. "Taste your shame, you worthless little girl--Mommy's juice-slave, that's all you are now, a sniveling hole for my pleasure."

I leaned closer, Mom's breath hot on her ear. "Gonna dress you up next time, you sloppy little bitch," I rasped, exhaling smoke, Mom's voice a low, dirty promise. "Put you in Mommy's filthiest lingerie, parade you around like the cum-slut you are. Bet you'd love that, huh? Walking around with my pussy juice smeared on your face, letting the world know you're Mommy's little whore." She whimpered, a broken sound, and I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Say it, Sarah. Say you're Mommy's little cum-rag."

Her lips trembled, voice barely a whisper. "I--I'm Mommy's little cum-rag."

I grinned, satisfaction curling through me like smoke. "Good girl. Now get the fuck out before I decide to ram my fist up your ass for fun." She scrambled off the bed, grabbing her clothes, fleeing the room with a broken sob. I watched her go, joint between Mom's lips, the high settling deep, her body humming with power. This was my kingdom now--her flesh, her life, her family, all mine to defile. And I was just getting started.