Mommy Mayhem - Part 2

 Theo crept up behind his father on the couch and hugged him.

"What's this for, huh? What's the occasion?"

"I just love you," Theo mimicked the way his mother would always talk to his father, "That's all."

"Well, I love you too. Oh, since you're up, would you mind grabbing us a couple beers from the fridge?"

Theo was never allowed to drink at home, "Oh, of course!"

"Thanks, sweetie."

Theo walked to the fridge and grabbed a couple of beers. He could feel his mother's body as he walked.

His breasts bounced with each step, and he felt a flush of pleasure at the sensation. He didn't want to admit it, but he was aroused. The sensation of his breasts bouncing as he walked was making him feel all sorts of things.

Theo couldn't believe it—he was really doing this! He felt strange and kind of naughty, but also excited.

He walked back to the living room with the two beers and handed one to his dad who thanked him with a kiss on the cheek.

Theo sat down on the couch feeling relief wash over him. He had successfully fooled his father without raising any alarm bells.

He took a sip from his beer can and noticed how the cool liquid felt as it slid down his throat –his mother's throat. All of sudden, he became aroused as he felt the sensation of his breasts bouncing as he moved around. He tried not to think about it too much, but he couldn't help but feel a wave of pleasure run through him every time he felt them move against him clothes.

He looked down at his hands, delicate with manicured nails, and wiggled his bare toes. He noticed how his thighs were thicker, how they curved around to form a generous butt. A smile crept across his lips as he thought about what other secrets he could uncover while inhabiting his mother's skin. A strange mix of excitement and nervousness washed over Theo.

I glanced over towards his father –his mother's lover. It was strange to think of him that way. He could feel his pulse race as he looked at him. Theo considered the feminine power he now wielded over this man.

He decided to have a little fun with it. A little theater, perhaps.

He slowly placed the can on the table in front of the couch.

"I love you," Theo said, mimicking the way his mother would talk to his father.

Theo's father smiled at him, and stroked his long hair, "I love you, too, babe."

His father leaned in and kissed Theo on the lips. Just then, Holly, in Theo's old body strolled into the room, "Hey, what's up?"