Though it took you a while to fall asleep (your mind still playing out the events from earlier), eventually you did, and began having some pretty weird dreams about some of the wilder things you and Jimmy could do with his power. However, just as your mind was playing out a scenario where he was the school principal and had just put into place a new dress code (or lack of perhaps would be a better description) for all the hot girls at your school, you were suddenly awoken by a familiar voice calling out your name, as well as the feeling of someone's hand pushing at your chest.
"Wakey, wakey, Tim..."
"Huh....wuh...wuh-what is it?" you grumbled, annoyed by the interruption, as you very slowly opened your heavy eyelids to discover who it was. It took a moment or two for your eyes to focus, your bedroom still being pretty dark, indication that it wasn't yet morning, but you could see a blurry shape hovering above you, as well as feel the weight of their body kneeling on top of yours. "Jimmy, is that you?" you asked, figuring he was the most logical choice, presuming that he must have had some great idea for a prank in the middle of the night and woken you up to tell you about it, "Just go back to bed will you, whatever it is, it can wait until the morning."
However, the voice that replied was definitely not that of your best friend's, Jimmy's own not having the soft, mature and very feminine lilt that this one had. "I don't think it can, sweetheart," the figure said, causing you to instantly snap out of your groggy state, recognizing clearly who it was.
"Mom?" you said, somewhat surprised, scrambling for the switch to your bedside lamp, wondering what she was doing there.
"That's right sweetie, I've got a little surprise for you."
Finally finding the light switch, you did indeed get a hell of a surprise, as you were suddenly confronted with the image of two incredibly large, creamy swells of flesh, practically bursting out of lacy white bra, hovering right in front of your face, your eyes immediately getting pulled into the deep chasm between them. "Holy shit!" you mouthed inwardly in complete and utter shock as you tore your gaze away and looked up at your mother's face, smiling softly at you with a little glint in her eye. "Muh-muh-mom...? Wuh-what's going on?" you awkwardly stuttered, as your eyes flitted back and forth between her face and the incredible pale expanse of cleavage below, your brain not quite able to take in what it was seeing.
"Oh I think you know exactly what's going on, Timmy-my-boy," your mother said with a wink, her grin getting wider as she too gazed down at her barely covered mounds, before running a finger across the glistening pink flesh, tracing a little blue vein that was clearly visible beneath the almost translucent skin. Following her finger, as if lost in some sort of hypnotic trance, not quite believing that you were staring at your own mother's bra clad breasts (breasts that had to be said where so much bigger than you possibly could have imagined, making Heather almost seem flat chested in comparison), you soon discovered as it made its way down off her hefty rack and across her reasonably slim belly, that her boobs weren't the only thing on display; the rest of her body seemingly clad in nothing more than a pair of equally revealing lacy white panties, a garter belt and matching stockings, this reveal making your already very confused and disorientated brain almost go paralytic. Why on earth was your mom sitting on your bed in the middle of the night, and why the hell was she dressed like that?
Of course that's when it hit you, that's when you put the rather shocking pieces together and realized what was going on; why your mom's eyes that had always been brown before, were now a familiar green color. It was Jimmy; Jimmy was possessing your mom!
"Oh my God, dude! That's you...that's you isn't it?" you said with a gulp, feeling slightly sickened but also weirdly intimidated by the knowledge that he was inside your mother's barely clothed body.
"Got it in one, sonny-boy," your mother smiled, her wickedly expression at complete odds with the soft, soothing voice coming from her mouth.
"What the hell are you playing at?"
"Well I thought that was pretty obvious, I'm making up for that little prank I played on you with your sister."
"What, by...by doing the exact same thing with my mother?!" you practically screamed, your best friend's action filling you with rage, "Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?"
Jimmy however, didn't seem the least bit bothered by your reaction, as he remained sitting atop you, your mother's face breaking into a mischievous little smile. "Oh don't worry, I won't be checking out of this body anytime soon," he said as his hands began tracing up and down the sides of his new voluptuous body, "I've been itching to experience what it's like for a woman, so you can have all the fun you want...all the fun, that ice queen Tracy's been making you miss out on."
"Holy shit, Jimmy, you can't be serious!" you exclaimed it utter disbelief, struggling to find the words to express how wrong this was, Jimmy's proposal making the teasing with your sister's body seem like an everyday occurrence. Was he actually offering himself up as some sort of sex aid? "That's...that's....that's fucking sick, man, you’re in my mom's body for Christ sake!"
"I know dude, but let's be honest here, you're mom's a total MILF! I mean Heather might have a smoking hot body for a 17 year old, but your mom, well...she's where the genes freaking well came from. Plus, she's got to have just about the biggest pair of tits I've ever seen! I mean just look at these things, they're massive!" he said, reaching up with his hands to cup each large heavy mound, giving them a gentle squeeze, causing the flesh to spill outwards in the direction of your face, "They practically make your sister look like a surfboard, and they feel fucking awesome too!"
Although you were trying to fight it, knowing how wrong this all was, you found yourself unable to look away, your eyes fixed firmly on the mass of quivering flesh before you, sending you into some sort of depraved trance, the sight of your mother's barely covered breasts causing a natural stirring beneath the covers that you were powerless to stop.
Jimmy meanwhile, seeing your captivated stare, well aware of your obsession with boobs (you were both teenage boys after all), suddenly moved his hands from his chest and delicately lifted yours, whispering seductively as he did. "Don't try and tell me you don't like what you see," he said, placing each one gently against your mother's soft, fleshy mounds, getting you to cup them as you felt their immense weight pushing hard against your palms, your penis tightening within your boxers as he did, "Don't try and tell me you don't wanna play with these bad boys, just like you played with Heathers."
"Shit...no, dude, this is wrong," you quivered, the anger in your voice gradually dissipating as the conflicting feelings of both disgust and arousal began clouding your brain, "she......she's my mom! We...we shouldn't..."
"Just relax, man, it's alright, she'll never find out, your good buddy Jimmy will make sure of that," Jimmy reassured you, the smile on your mother's face growing larger as he thrust her body against you, saying almost with a whisper, "Meanwhile, you get to make all your deepest, darkest fantasies come true, and mommy here gets to have a little fun herself..."
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