You should have done something else, but for now, you were transfixed in front of the mirror. This was a lot like those VR suits, where people could control a character by moving while wearing the sensor suit. However, you didn’t have a suit. All you had was your mom’s clothes on your body. Every move you made, your mom’s reflection did the same thing in the mirror. The world saw you as your mom, while you saw the truth. You were a teenage boy who had stolen her life.
The thing was, your mom was pretty attractive. Medium length brunette hair, cute nose, pillowy lips, slight makeup, and simple jewelry. She usually wore her wedding ring and a necklace. A simple pink blouse covered her large D cup breasts, and the old blue jeans were tight against her. After having several kids, it was only natural for your mom to have put on a few pounds. A slightly chubby stomach and some love handles in the mirror, but she still had a pretty curvy body. Your hand rubbed your stomach while your mom’s reflection showed her manicured hand running around the circular body.
At this point, you couldn’t resist anymore.
Your hands reached down, grabbing the hem of your blouse, and yanked it up over your head. While it was easy for you to do this, the reflection showed more. Your mom’s tits bounced up and down for a moment, before the mirror showed her large chest being held back by a plain white bra. Looking down, you took a moment to see the bra on your own chest. With no breasts, it was just a flat piece of cloth covering your pecks. With pecks being generous as you weren’t very muscular to begin with. As your hand pressed against your chest, the reflection showed your mom’s hand pushing her own breast.
Gulping, you then lifted up the bra and stared transfixed at your reflection now showing your mom holding the bra up, revealing her large breasts now completely free of restraints. The nipples were slightly dark and erect, probably showing off that you were aroused too. The jeans you were wearing were definitely tight in the front and the soft panties didn’t help stop it at all. Dropping the bra on the floor, you took both hands and pushed your chest together as much as possible on your body. The reflection did it so much better and you got to watch your mom smoosh her boobs together.
“This is insane.” You muttered, leaning forward and trying to look seductive. Your mom’s face did change a bit and you instantly grew harder in the jeans. “Imagine if I had her body…”
Your eyes darted toward the door. It would be easy to take your mom’s body and examine it. Part of you felt it was wrong to do so, she was your mother, at the same time, once you swapped, it was YOUR body. So it would be like self-stimulation. There was also your sisters and brother you could swap with instead. There was no requirement to stay as your mother. At the same time, you were here, so you could examine your self some more while watching the reflection.
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