We're the parents now! - Part 5

Tim (right) and Angel greeted their parents' friends, as they streamed in through the door. The siblings were hosting a dinner party their parents had planned before they possessed them.

"Wow, you look absolutely stunning," one of Mom's friends gushed as she hugged Tim, "I would do anything to swap places with you."

Tim flushed. If only she knew.

The aroma of the delicious food wafted through the house, and the guests began to mingle and chat. The two siblings stood nearby, watching their guests through the eyes of their parents.

Everyone was in awe of how beautiful Tim looked as a woman, showering him with compliments. Angel towered over her new role as the man of the house. Angel confidently led them to the dining room, where they took their seats.

"It's quite the lifestyle change, isn't it?" Angel said, her voice low and sultry.

Tim nodded, his eyes scanning the room. It was a strange feeling, to be in his mother's body, surrounded by all these people who didn't know the truth about them.

Tim gazed into his wine glass, admiring the way it caught the light and reflected a distorted image of himself –clad in his mother's favorite dress. The guests continued to compliment him, and he found himself basking in the attention, subtly pushing his chest out and tilting his head to elongate his neck, flaunting his mother's feminine features.

He glanced down at his exposed cleavage, where the soft, delicate curves of his mother's chest were on display. These same curves had once provided nourishment for him as an infant, a gentle reminder of the love and nurture his mother had given him. And now they were his to bare in the company of family and friends.

He had truly become her.

His mind wandered back to that fateful night, the feeling of Angel's cock sliding into his mother's pussy, as she grabbed these same breasts. The sensation of her seed filling him from the inside. Angel had been right –it had felt amazing.

Were their actions truly so scandalous? They were merely following in the footsteps of their parents, living out the same roles and expectations. He could no longer be known simply as "his mother's son," but a fully grown woman with her own desires and choices. And was it really so frowned upon for a woman to embrace her natural urges and love her own husband?

Tim looked around at the other women at the table. They too were dressed elegantly, chatting animatedly, and sipping their drinks. All of them were married, living their lives to the fullest, embracing the roles society had given them.

His gaze lingered on their wedding rings, the symbol of an unbreakable bond between two people. He couldn't help but wonder about the intimate moments shared between them and their husbands, hidden away behind closed doors. How did they navigate the complexities of love and desire as women who had chosen to marry men? Was it purely their biological makeup, or influences from their upbringing as girls?

As he looked down at himself and his own wedding ring, Tim couldn't help but realize that he, too, was living out a role given to him – but now it was the role of his mother. Here he sat among these women, a part of their sisterhood. He played his role with ease and grace, just as any other woman would.

As the dinner party continued, Tim and Angel found themselves growing more comfortable in their new roles. Wine glasses clinked together, and laughter carried throughout the house.

The friends and family continued to shower them with praise, and for the first time, Tim felt a strange sense of pride in his body.

"You two seem like the perfect couple," one of Dad's friends commented before taking a sip of wine, "What's your secret?"

Tim giggled as he glanced at Angel, his green eyes meeting her azure gaze. They shared a moment of silent understanding before turning back to the friend.

"We just know what we want," Angel replied with a sly grin, "And we're not afraid to go after it."

The dinner ended with a round of applause and laughter, and Angel led everyone into the living room where dessert was served. As they settled into the cozy seating arrangement, everyone began to reminisce about old times.

Tim sat on the couch with his legs crossed like a lady, leaning back with a satisfied smile. A feeling of power and control swelled inside him. He was his mother now, and he was living up to the name.