by sammig82
This is not a sequel or
prequel but merely the events which happened behind the scenes of Chapter 9 in
Escape. However, it doesn't mean that there won't be a twist at the end of this
short story. Read on to find out.
Credit to Doc VS for the
editing.
WARNING: This story
contains TG, masturbations and incest.
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The single mom
After all of what life
had been throwing at her lately, Carla Smith could really sit back and consider
herself a very successful woman. The 38 year-old African-American was a
fearless defense attorney, winning cases and gaining a reputation of being
among the top lawyers not only in Dallas but across the country. Her fees had
been rising since the groundbreaking murder case in which she had successfully
helped to clear a local university student from any involvement in the death of
her Italian roommate. The case attracted both local and international interest,
due to the European nationality of the deceased victim, but Carla's name had
been splashed across all major news outlets due to her attention to detail and
her creative manipulation of the justice system to her advantage.
Carla had gone through a
humble upbringing while facing difficulties as a single parent since she was
21, when she gave birth to Jessica. Her beautiful daughter was her motivation
as she trudged through law school with the hope that one day, she would be able
to provide a good life for her only child. She had also vowed to stand up for
women like her. Most of her clients were women from all walks of life ranging
from prostitutes to underprivileged widows. But the attention and the
reputation she had garnered meant that her time spent with Jessica had become
even more less than it used to be. In spite of that, their bond had never been
stronger as Jessica never failed to appear cheerful whenever Carla was around.
Carla would share her stories from court with her daughter while Jessica had
always been keen to share her stories about her cheerleading friends, not to
mention the boys.
Carla glanced at the
reflection of Jessica through the rear mirror of her Audi A6 and noticed that
her lovely 17 year-old girl was grinning at the sight of a boy who almost got
run over by a school bus. To Carla, the daughter's behavior seemed a little
peculiar for the past few days. She was unusually withdrawn since returning
from her cheerleading practice the day before.
"Jessica..."
Carla didn't seem to be getting any response from her daughter who was still
staring smugly at the poor boy. What troubled the mother was the malicious
intent she saw in her daughter's beautiful dark brown eyes.
"Jessica...
Jessica..." Mrs. Smith attempted with a stronger voice, in an effort to
stir her daughter out of her seemingly deep thoughts.
"Oh... sorry
mom..." replied Jessica, her usual sweet voice sounding apologetic,
finally giving her mother a response.
"Are you okay,
sweetie?"
"Oh, I'm fine
mom..." Jessica said as Carla pulled their vehicle up in front of the
school's main entrance.
After giving her girl a
hug and seeing her skipping cheerfully into the school building, Carla let out
a sigh of concern before steering her car off to her law firm. The worries of
Jessica's uncharacteristic behavior were quickly replaced by the pile of cases
awaiting her attention at her recently upgraded office building. More partners
would be joining her firm soon and the days when she was being charitable for
the struggling women and single mothers like her was over as Carla was
beginning to accept cases defending big corporations and wealthy businessmen.
As fame and success accumulated, Carla was starting to lose sight of what had
motivated her to become an attorney in the first place.
Her current case, in
which her client, a famous music producer, was accused of driving under the
influence of alcohol causing the death of an elderly lady - had been the main
reason she was forced to miss dinner with Jessica. By the time she got home, it
was almost midnight and most of the lights of her double-story mansion were off
except for the ones in her daughter's room. Due to the enormity of the estate,
Carla's garage was situated closest to the front gate while Jessica's room was
on the far end, adjacent to the property's swimming pool. Even from such a
distance, its brightness was visible to Carla as it reflected off the pool's
water but the sound of her vehicle would be too far for her daughter to notice.
Once her car was
properly parked in one of the six available spaces of her garage, Carla dragged
her tired body into her large residence. Passing through the vast hallway
towards the staircase, she saw her own reflection from a giant wall mirror. The
exhaustion she was experiencing failed to tarnish her beauty. Carla had always
been proud of the features on her face - from her mesmerizing dark brown eyes
to her narrow nose and her seductively pouty lips - the lady lawyer had often
been compared to the recently famous actress Kerry Washington. Dressed
professionally in a white knee-length skirt-suit which contrasted nicely to her
tanned complexion, her slender yet curvaceous figure still stood out courtesy
of the outfit's body-hugging tightness. At the foot of the carpeted curved
staircase, Carla took off her white 4-inch Jimmy Choo pumps before swaying her
firm derrière up to the second floor.
Carrying her heels with
one hand, and holding her briefcase with another the lovely black woman
sauntered quietly upstairs. She had intended to head for the master bedroom but
the lights from the gap underneath her daughter's door indicated that she was
still awake. Again, Carla found that unusual as the 17 year-old would rarely
miss her routine bedtime unless there was some kind of party or social
function. A good night rest had always been important to maintain her beautiful
skin. Out of curiosity, the mother walked past her room towards Jessica's.
There were funny noises
coming out of the daughter's room as Carla got closer. Her heart was pounding
as she heard multiple voices, one of them sounded raspy and deep. At the
doorway, the mother noticed that the door was not properly shut, much less
locked. Carla understood that girls of Jessica's age would be curious about
intimacy with the opposite sex but the mother had made it clear that she would
not tolerate bringing boys home. In spite of that, she didn't want to invade
her daughter's privacy but somehow, she felt obliged as a mother to see with
her own eyes what her daughter was doing. Maybe she was just interacting with
her friends on her laptop. Not wanting to wrongfully accuse her girl for
something she didn't do, Carla gently pushed the door to widen the gap.
The prominent attorney
could have easily passed out from the scene which immediately transpired before
her. An totally naked elderly white man, of what must had been 70 years old,
was lying with his back resting comfortably on the bed's headrest while her
teenage daughter was absentmindedly grinding her hips on the creepy old man's
groin.
"Oooo... Wow... I
wouldn't have thought that my ancient dick would be able to perform in such a
way... It felt so... so good inside of this young cunt! Great to be a teenager
again...! " Jessica moaned with her back to her mom.
Stunned by what she was
seeing, Carla dropped her briefcase and heels before trying to cover her
wide-opened mouth with her svelte hand.
"Guess who had
decided to join us?" the frail-looking old man said after noticing Carla
at the doorway.
Jessica took a moment
from her lewd riding motion to turn around and looked at her dumbfounded mom.
There was an uncharacteristic smirk on her face.
"Oh hi Mom! Please
meet the brilliant Professor Eugene Phillips..." said Jessica.
Carla could see the evil
glint in her daughter's big beautiful eyes, similar to the one she saw this
morning. The usually quick-witted lawyer was left speechless as she was
beginning to back away. While she was doing so, the elderly man retrieved some
weird gadgetry from Jessica's side table. His movement was swift for someone
his age as he aimed the gadgetry which looked like a small rifle. Carla tried to
run but her legs were too sluggish from the shock as she tripped over on her
own footing.
"What's wrong
'Mom'? Why are you so afraid?" Jessica said still grinning.
"Jeeze
Mommy... I can see your panties from here," the lovely daughter
added,
indicating Carla's current position on the floor with her legs parted enough to
allow the coupling lovers view up her thighs.
Carla instinctively
brought her knees together before pushing herself up from the carpeted floor as
she tried to get away from something she couldn't explain. However, it was all
but too late as she felt a certain warmth on her right shoulder as the trio of
beams hit her. The warmth was spreading fast throughout her slender body as her
senses were gradually but rapidly taken away. Jessica's giggling became
muffled, as Carla's surroundings dimmed very quickly to total darkness.
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A Mother's Love
"I must have
forgotten to check the door... My bad..." Jessica said before she
continued working her hips on the professor's lower body.
"I think it's a bad
idea leaving that empty skin and set of clothes in the doorway. The housekeeper
could still be awake, and I don't wish to turn her into a live-skin too.
Without proper knowledge of the AER cloning limitations , I'm not keen to
increase the number of my clones unnecessarily," Professor Phillips said.
"Yeah..."
Jessica agreed as she lifted herself from the elderly man's limp dick before
adding, "Besides, you seemed to be performing much better while you're
inside a live-skin."
Without any clothes on,
the gorgeous 17 year-old ambled seductively to where her mom last laid before
collecting her remains, clothing along with the briefcase and expensive heels.
After her Mom's phone
conversation with a good friend, Ms. Feliciana Flores, during breakfast this
morning, an idea sprung into the former professor's mind. From Jessica's
memory, Ms. Flores was a hypnotist and possessed a unique talent as a
mentalist. She and mom were good friends since high school.
Despite being wary of
the AER's cloning capabilities, the former elderly man felt that Ms. Flores's
gift would be more than handy if he and the fugitives were to end the CIA's
pursuit once and for all. So he had plotted to assume Carla's identity in order
to set a trap for Ms. Flores. The plan was to turn Mrs. Smith into a live-skin
in her sleep. But since she had walked in on the mad scientist's indulgence
with her pretty teenage daughter, that saved them the trouble of having to
sneak into her room.
Professor Phillips swung
his arthritic legs off the side of Jessica's pink bed as he felt each and every
cracking pain his ailing joints made. He didn't bring his thick glasses with
him but still, he could make out the vision of a nude young lady separating her
mom's clothes and lingerie from her mom's live-skin. His weak and ephemeral
erection returned as Jessica handed Carla Smith's empty shell over to him,
before receiving a playful slap on one of her round bottoms. Still sitting on
the edge of the bed, Professor Phillips proceeded with the now familiar motion
of sliding his legs, one at a time, into the small stretchable 6- inch slit on
Carla's nape.
The tingling sensation
started as soon as his rheumatic toes fitted into each of the skin's digits.
The morphing was initiated as his brittle form transformed into Carla's
feminine curves. His semi-rigid tool disappeared underneath Carla's pussy. Her
neatly trimmed bush looked fresh and natural. The pain from the professor's
knees vanished as he stood up to continue tugging the skinsuit up the rest of
his ancient body. He had learned to appreciate the contrasting skin complexion
since he had started donning Jessica. The interracial appeal was never his
thing until recently. Sliding his hands into Carla's, Professor Phillips tucked
the remaining part of the live-skin over both his shoulders. Carla's impressive
D-size breasts began to rise on his skinny chest. His bent-over posture was
progressively straightening to a natural feminine arc as his deformed fingers
merged with the live-skin to transform into Carla's delicately manicured ones.
Professor Phillips
didn't stop to admire his new shapely form as he quickly pulled Carla's hollow
head onto his. Once the slit at the back of his new neck sealed up and
disappeared, the flashbacks of Carla Smith's life seeped into the professor's
mind. He saw a naivete young girl, falling in love with the wrong guy and her
struggle through single parenthood and law school. As the new memories had
completely settled into place, the now former professor felt a pair of delicate
hands on his new stolen boobs. 'Her' new set of eyelids lifted to find herself
back in Jessica's bedroom with the daughter happily fondling the phony mom's
breasts from behind.
"I thought I've
made myself clear about no boys being allowed in the house," the Carla
pretender said with an evil grin on 'her' otherwise lovely face.
"But mommy, Mr.
Phillips was no boy... He was so much more that that..." Jessica returned
the playful jest as she shifted one of her hands from Carla's tits downwards to
the false mother's pussy. "Hmmmm... Mom, you're so wet down there..."
the teenage beauty added in between planting hickeys on Carla's neck.
The former 70 year-old
man assumed that he should already have gotten himself familiar with the female
bodily arousal and stimulation, but each and every live-skin he had donned
proved him wrong. Waves after waves of electric-like sensations zapped through
'her' wonderful form with even the gentlest of touches from Jessica as they
weakened 'her' legs. 'Carla' could take no more as 'she' turned herself around
to face 'her' beautiful daughter before she passionately dove in, literally
crashing her mouth onto Jessica's. The nude mother and daughter exchanged
saliva as their tongues were probing in and out of each other's mouth. 'Carla'
was eager to feel each and every inch of Jessica's youthful skin as 'she' moved
both of her hands from her back to her delicious butt, squeezing the firm flesh
to 'her' heart's content.
Making out with the
young cheerleader as a perverted elderly man was definitely a different
experience from indulging it as a sensual 38 year-old woman. The new Carla felt
'her' own derrière groped just as much as she was doing the same to 'her'
clone-infested-daughter. The former professor's personality was evident within
Jessica as she enthusiastically pushed 'mom' back onto the bed. The phony
daughter didn't leave her phony mom on the bed alone for long as she swiftly
joined 'her' by creeping up between 'her' long legs. Lifting them up with the
knees almost touching the mother's impressive breasts, 'Jessica' kept them wide
apart before diving head first into mommy's cunt.
"Oh good
Lord!!!" the new Carla squealed as her 'daughter' ate her out.
It was a mind-blowing
experience to have her clit treated orally at the same time as she was playing
with her own huge mammaries. As a result, it didn't take long for the former
professor to have his first orgasm as Carla Smith. 'Her' body jerked and
convulsed as she grunted and moaned to the tsunami of ecstasy crashing down on
'her'. The post-climatic afterglow slowly took over but Jessica wasn't planning
on letting Mom rest as she eased her fingers into Carla's soaking wet pussy -
one finger at a time until all five were in. The initial discomfort jolted
Carla back from her slumber as she looked at what her daughter was up to. As
more and more of the teenager's hand was submerged inside of the mother's
vagina, the pain became gradually more unbearable.
'Carla' knew what the
fake daughter was trying to find. However, the former scientist never felt this
painful when he was trying to fish out his own penis from Jessica's pussy.
"Can you find it?
It's getting really... uncomfortable now..." 'Carla' inquired.
"Hmmmm... This is
certainly unexpected... I can't seem to feel anything apart from the normal
structure of a female womb... With the new AER technology, I should be able to
find your cock hidden inside..." the professor's clone wondered.
Carla's grunt was a sign
for the phony Jessica to withdraw her small hand as the discomfort grew.
"Maybe it needs to be extracted by the wearers themselves." the
make-believe mother suggested before propping herself up to a sitting position.
'She' then proceeded to slowly slide 'her' dainty fingers, all five of them,
into the stolen vagina. The stretching by Jessica earlier made it slightly more
bearable the second time around. In fact, the brush of her clitoris against the
wrist when most of her hand was buried inside somehow turned it into a pleasant
exercise.
"Oh, there you
are..." 'Carla' declared with an deviant smug.
A brief moment of gentle
rummaging later, Professor's Phillips recognizable cock was pulled out,
followed immediately by a pair of his elderly balls. They appeared significantly
fair in comparison to Carla's smooth chocolate skin. The contrast was appealing
to the former scientist as his manhood was already in full throbbing erection
less than a few seconds after making its appearance. The rigid tool somehow
packed more punch coming out of the disguise's body as the new Carla began
stroking it barely a few inches from 'her' daughter's grinning face.
"Glad to see you
again, big boy..." Jessica said with a lick on her lips before taking over
from mom by caressing the out-of-place erection.
'Carla' cooed and moaned
to her daughter's soft touch, feeling the velvety skin of her dainty fingers.
Even closing her eyes and tilting her head backwards, the phony mother could
tell that Jessica had started to grip on her slippery shaft with one hand while
teasing the tip of the cock's head with the fingers of the other. The
voluptuous attorney leaned back against the bed's headrest as she shifted her
delicate hands over 'her' mammaries, kneading and pinching at the newfound
nipples. It's not every day that anyone would be able to enjoy the pleasing
senses from both a female and a male perspective, at the same time. 'She' could
have climaxed from playing with Carla's ample tits alone but the skillful
handjob by Jessica pushed 'her' over the edge as streams after streams of cum
shot out of the mother's penis. Most of the former professor's ejaculate
splattered all over the daughter's face and straight black air while some
landed in a different direction onto Carla's tummy and boobs.
"GOODNESS
GRACIOUS... FUUUUCCCCKKK...! This body is so sensitive... I should be taking
some time away from court cases and enjoy life more..." the new Carla
jokingly said. Then 'she' noticed the dissatisfaction on Jessica's pretty face
and immediately picked up that 'she' had forgotten about 'her' teenage
daughter.
The former professor sat
up on the bed before gracefully leaning forward to kiss the grumpy girl on the
lips. The passion was burning again as 'Carla' proceeded to lick 'her' own cum
from Jessica's face before returning to plant 'her' lips on the daughter,
sharing the professor's jizz between them. In the mean time, 'Carla' felt her
daughter's hand traveled down to her nether region, caressing the former
professor's manhood back to life. 'Carla' took a break from the passionate
cumsharing as she shifted her attention back to her already stiffening meat.
'Her' professor-mind was running with thoughts of how the liveskin had a
certain influence on his sex drive as both the mother and daughter couldn't
believe that the 70 year-old penis was raring to go again.
Jessica duly climbed on
top of the throbbing erection as Carla returned to resting her back on the
headboard. It was impossible for them to tell whether the leakage from Carla's
penile tip was the last remaining seed from the earlier ejaculation, or the
newly produced streams of precum.
Nevertheless, it did help with the passage of
the head past Jessica's cunt-lips as she lowered her body progressively. Soon,
Professor Phillips's entire 7-inch tool was buried inside of the 17 year-old
beauty, which was also hastened by all of the copious natural lubrication.
Placing both of her hands on Mommy's boobies, Jessica began to move her hips as
she lifted herself slightly until only the head of her mother's pecker remained
within before dropping back down completely. The movement was repeated in a
much quicker pace as Jessica enjoyed the sensation of fullness in her womb and
the stimulus arising from her clitoris rubbing against mommy's shaft and public
region in a furious rhythm.
"Oh shit... Oh
shit... This shit feels amazing... Oh... Oh... Fuck..." the daughter
squealed as she groped and squeezed at Carla's reddened tits at the same time
as she rode her mom like a stallion.
Carla was grunting and
moaning as she could feel herself getting closer and closer to her second
orgasm in such a short period of time. However, Jessica beat her to it as the
daughter shouted, "Oooohhh... Fuuuucccckkk...!" before her body
became rigid and her movement became jerky.
The upward rolling of
Jessica's eyes told Carla that 'her' little girl was having a very intense
climax. Once the orgasm subsided, Jessica collapsed with her head and
disheveled hair resting on Carla's midriff with the mother's cock still buried
inside of her. It was now her turn to be left frustrated after coming so close.
So, with her own initiative, the former elderly man lifted the young girl off
his manhood before getting up from his supine position. In the daze of her
postorgasmic afterglow, Jessica's limp body was being shifted so that she was
now lying on her back with her mother's impostor kneeling between her long
well-toned legs. 'Carla' hoisted her daughter's legs up and apart so that her
drenched pussy was fully exposed. Some of the teenager's nectar was dripping
downwards to her equally bared anus. The fake mother dipped and brushed the
head of her cock against the wet pussy, as she tried to get her probe as much
lubrication as she could.
Instead of pushing the
white penis straight into Jessica's soaked pussy, no matter how tempted the
phony Carla might have been, 'she' moved 'her' cock further down until its head
was sitting right at the entrance of 'her' daughter's asshole. With a devilish
grin and no warning, the false mother pushed her cock into the immensely tight
virgin anus. That brought a sharp cry from Jessica, who was awakened from the
slumber by the initial pain.
"Oh, I didn't know
you're still awake..." Carla said with a pinch of sarcasm as she continued
to thrust forward, prompting a knowing grin from Jessica.
The pain eventually
turned into an indescribable pleasure as Carla's incongruous male part was
fully swallowed by her daughter's impossibly restrictive hole. Soon, the
teenager was already begging for mom to ram her lovely 17 year-old ass like
there's no tomorrow. The former inventor needed no further motivation as 'she'
gave the new Jessica exactly what she had asked for. Jessica's legs were
resting on her mother's shoulder by the time Carla was pummeling away
furiously. The view of her beautiful daughter fondling her own perky tits and
the sound of her sweet voice moaning and pleading in ecstasy were too much for
the false Carla as she shuddered before shooting another huge amount of cum
into Jessica's rectum. The feeling of warmth flooding her inside was the
catalyst for the high-school goddess's second orgasm as the mother and daughter
nearly came in unison.
Their breathing was
still heavy as Carla let her softening manhood slide out of Jessica's worn out
ass. Some of the professor's jizz was oozing out from the still gaping hole as
the new Carla let her daughter's legs drop by each of her sides before leaning
forward to kiss her girl on the lips. The ladies were, again, sword-fighting
with their tongues as Carla's white meat shrunk back into her vagina. Her
secret was once again safe as the incestuous couple fell asleep in each other's
embrace.
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What Friends Are For
It had been such a long
time now since Feliciana had the opportunity to sit down with her good friend
Carla while enjoying a nice cup of English tea. As she and Carla had both been
busy with their blooming careers, time had been hard to come by for them to
catch up. The exotic Latin beauty adjusted her sitting position, crossing her
right leg over her left under the tight knee-length skirt while taking in the
breathtaking sight of the suburban landscape. The Smith residence was situated
in a way that its elevated backyard and extensive garden could afford an
unobstructed view of the Cedar Hills on the faraway horizon. The afternoon temperature
in the suburbs was just nice, signaling the beginning of autumn.
It would have been a
perfect Hi-tea if not for Carla's worries about her daughter's recent changes
in behavior. Their conversation had shifted gradually from the memories of old
times and Carla's intrusion into Feliciana's reluctance to settle down in a
stable relationship, to Jessica's introverted personality which was so much
unlike the usually sweet and quick-witted girl that she had always been.
Feliciana had met the teenager on more than a few occasions, and she had to
agree with Carla that it was odd for the young lady who didn't at least show up
to greet the guest.
"Some boy trouble,
maybe? You know how it was for us when we were her age..." Feliciana
suggested as she tried to calm Carla's worries.
"I sure hope it was
as simple of a matter as that. But being an overly worried and nosy mother,
I've talked to some of her friends and teachers... I've even had a chat with
her current boyfriend, Lamar... They have all felt the same as I do, that she
was acting sort of... catatonic for the past couple of days. You know me well
that enough that I don't dwell in subjects regarding the supernatural, but I
would really appreciate it if you could provide your professional opinion on
whether she was just having some sort of psychological breakdown or just a
temporary teenager's phase..." Carla said with a concern tone before
adding, "You might just be able to get her to open up..."
Without saying a word,
the well-known psychologist and hypnotist uncrossed her long legs, got up from
her seat and ambled to where Carla was seated before giving her a long hug. The
embrace was filled with love and empathy. After what seemed like an eternity,
Feliciana withdrew herself to look at Carla, seeing beads of tears started
forming on the edge of her friend's beautiful doe- eyes.
"Let me talk to
Jessica," Feliciana finally said.
"Thank you,
Felicia. This means a lot..."
"What are you
talking about, girl? Jessica is like half a daughter to me as well. Besides,
what friends are for, right?" Feliciana said as she wiped the tears off
Carla's pretty face with a clean napkin.
"Considering what
you've done for me and Jessica in the past, I'd say that you're more than just
a friend - you're part of our little family..." Carla said before leading
the Hispanic beauty towards her daughter's room.
When they had arrived at
Jessica's room, Carla gently knocked on her daughter's door as she softly
called out her name. She had not expected any reply from the recently reserved
young girl as Carla slowly turned the knob of the door to let themselves in.
"Jessica honey, do
you remember Ms. Flores? She attended your 'Sweet 16' last year and got you the
backstage passes to Kanye West's concert as a birthday present," Carla
reminded, getting no response from the shadow sitting in front of the vanity of
the poorly lit bedroom.
Feliciana didn't
question why Carla had not turn on the lights as she put her delicate hand on
the mother's shoulder before walking past her towards Jessica. "Carla
probably didn't wish to startle the teenager with the sudden brightness,"
Feliciana thought. The air was getting colder and colder as the professional
hypnotist ambled slowly into the deeper part of the otherwise spacious and
girlish room. As she was getting closer, Feliciana noticed that the young lady
was sitting facing the vanity mirror with her legs wide apart. The family
friend could barely see that the front of her cotton nightgown, as it was
lifted to waist level and there was some sort of slow, graceful movement of
Jessica's hands between her parted legs.
With such limited amount
of light, Feliciana was having a difficult time interpreting the teenager's facial
expression from her reflection in the mirror. By then, Feliciana realized that
Jessica's condition could be worse than she had imagined. With her back to
them, Jessica's posture and movement were suggestive enough that Feliciana
could only hope not to cause embarrassment to the young lady. After attempts of
clearing her throat and calling the teenager by name, she knelt down by her
side before trying to turn the girl around in order to look her in the eyes.
That was when Carla
locked the bedroom door and turning on the lights in one quick sequence. The
malicious grin on Jessica's face was revealed from the mirror's reflection as
she turned her body around to face the visitor. Feliciana didn't manage to find
the lovely young lady's eyes as her own was staring in shock at the
pale-looking 7-inch cock and a set of testicles stationed between Jessica's
much darker legs. Barely a few inches away from the man-meat, the initial
thought that it was a strapon was immediately dismissed due to the juices
leaking from its tip. The young lady continued to stroke at it slowly, smearing
precum over its length while maintaining its impressive erected form.
Confused and horrified,
Feliciana tried to stand up and back away from the unexpected revelation.
However, her body felt weak as her muscles was beginning to fail her. She could
not get away from her kneeling position as her body felt immensely heavy.
"Well, well...
Looks like the muscle relaxants in your cup of tea have started to kick in
now..." Carla said as she sauntered up to her partially paralyzed friend.
Feliciana was taking a
whole lot of effort just to turn her head around to give Carla a helplessly
confused look. All she was getting was the snickering of the person who had
earlier considered her as family. Then she heard the mother's muffled voice
talking to Jessica about not using some sort of gun so that they could try out
some bondage actions. What happened next was beyond her control. Her body was
just refusing to move. There wasn't even an ounce of energy left for the 38
year-old to do as much as scream. Somehow, her vision was still clear as she
saw Carla leaning down to kiss her lovely daughter in the most lecherous
manner. Even though it was passionate, the make-out session lasted only so long
as the lady attorney shifted her attention back to her incapacitated friend
briefly after.
Kneeling down alongside
her, Carla placed one of her slender hands at the back of Feliciana's head
while the other was on her chin. Her flesh was loose enough that Carla only had
to lightly tug at it in order to have the voluptuous hypnotist's mouth gaping.
Her hand gently pushed Feliciana's head, while at the same time guiding it
towards Jessica's throbbing white cock. With the amount of drugs in her system,
there was no way she could get out of the dire situation. As her luscious lips
wrapped themselves involuntarily around the supposedly young lady's erection,
Feliciana started thinking about the existence of karma.
Maybe, this was what she
had deserved for the similar crimes she had done to her patients and subjects
in the past. Feliciana felt another pair of hands, slightly smaller ones, on
each side of her head as they took over the maneuver of her mouth on Jessica's
man-meat. The teenager's hands were guiding Feliciana's mouth up and down the
stiffness popping out of Jessica's black pussy, deep-throating after every four
to five bobbing cycles. The Hispanic chick's throat muscle was relaxed enough
that she couldn't even choke. However, tears ran down the outer edge of her mesmerizing
eyes as she thought about the time when she did the exact same thing to the
real Feliciana Flores.
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Discovery
While her 'daughter' was
picking up the pace in forcing Ms. Flores's mouth up and down the length of
Professor's Phillips's hidden penis, Carla was busy removing the
professional-looking attire from her guest's curvy form. The white business
jacket had already been discarded as the phony mother was unbuttoning
Feliciana's charcoal-colored blouse from behind without interrupting with the victim's
forced blowjob. Once all of the buttons were released, 'Carla' couldn't resist
groping at Ms. Flores's 38D breasts through her black laced bra before
proceeding to let them out of the lingerie's confinement.
While Jessica was still
furiously pumping her white meat within Feliciana's warm and wet oral cavity,
Carla indulged herself with kneading and fondling at the celebrity hypnotist's
ample tits. The African-American beauty then moved on to pull the blouse out of
its tucked-in position under the tight pencil skirt before completely removing
the blouse, letting it drop to the floor along with the bra. Her lips were
planting hickeys on Ms. Flores's neck as she fumbled a little before she
finally managed to unfasten the clasp on the back of her white knee-length
skirt. The zip came down without as much fuss as Carla sneaked her hand through
the loosened waistband to the front of her friend's panty-covered nether
region, all the while without interrupting the rhythm of the gorgeous Hispanic
head's guided bobbing motion. A curious grin smeared across Carla's pretty face
as Jessica's breathing was getting heavier.
"Oh fuck... I think
I'm almost... there... But hell... I would love to cum inside... Ms. Flores's
cunt... Would you be so kind as to help her to my bed... mom..." the
'daughter' said, almost panting as her delicate hands left Feliciana's head to
play with her own perky tits through the nightgown.
"I don't know if
that's possible, honey..." Carla said, her grin almost reaching her ears.
She had the smug of someone who had discovered something totally unexpected but
certainly not unpleasant.
"What do you mean,
Mom?"
Carla stood up from the
back of her helpless guest before placing a hand each under Ms. Flores's arms.
Professor Phillips's frail former body wouldn't have the strength, but with
Carla's much younger and fitter condition, his clone was able to lift the
similar-sized Feliciana to her feet - away from his well-lubricated stiffness.
The drugged victim didn't provide much resistance as she was forced to a
standing position, causing her skirt to fall around her heels. Feliciana was
obviously weak as her head limped to one side, resting on her Carla's left
shoulder while the rest of her 120 pound curvy figure fully relied on Carla's
grip for support. However, the main peculiarity lay over her crotch: instead of
the usual snug flatness at the front of her black lacy panties, there was an
apparent bulge. It took only a few seconds for the former professor to react.
"NO WAY!" the
fake Jessica exclaimed.
"Exactly..."
Carla said with a tiny amount of humor.
"But how? Before
swapping back to the daughter, your live-skin didn't have any memories of her
friend being anything but a complete woman," the make-believe teenage girl
questioned.
"You're absolutely
right. In fact, I'm seeing flashbacks from the real Carla of her few lesbian
flings she had during college when they were roommates. So, the question
is..." the false Carla pulled the front of the silk underwear down,
confirming the presence of a tanned and flaccid penis with a pair of balls
underneath before adding, "How did Ms. Flores ended up with these?"
"Well... There's
only one way to find out..." Jessica said as she stood from the vanity
chair before swaying her hips to her walk-in closet.
'Carla' knew what her
'daughter' was up to as she dragged the newly discovered shemale onto Jessica's
plush queen-sized bed. The weight, though not excessive, was beginning to take
its toll on her own equally voluptuous physique. Once Feliciana - or whoever
she or he actually was - was being properly laid on the bed, 'Carla' proceeded
to remove the black thigh-highs and the 4-inch pumps from the half-conscious
being. The phony mother couldn't resist laying her dainty fingers on the
sleeping cock, feeling the urge to make sure that it was indeed real. As she
stood back to take off the rest of her own clothing, she noticed that 'Jessica'
had already ambled out of her wardrobe with the AER gun.
"It's a pity,
really. I would have loved it to be a pussy..." the false Jessica said
while aiming the live-skin maker at 'Feliciana'.
Her own erection was
softening as a result of the disappointment but she couldn't wait to uncover
the true identity of the shemale who they thought was a beautiful 38 year-old
woman. This would also mean that, for the first time since the AER was
invented, the professor would be donning the live-skin of someone who was
neither a true male nor a biological female so that he could gain access to
his/her memories.
"Well... You could
at the very least make full use the ladyman's cock on me and the soon-to-be
clone-manipulated Jessica once you're inside of... the supposedly Ms. Flores
later," Carla said to the comfort of the former elderly man.
That idea brought a
smile back to Jessica's youthful face as she pulled the trigger on the AER,
firing a trio of beams simultaneously at the semi-conscious form on her bed.
Gases evaporated from 'Feliciana's eyes, nostrils, ears and all of the other
opened orifices. Within a couple of minutes, the unexpected victim had been
turned into a new piece of liveskin. Unlike the previous 'products' of the
skin-making gun, this particular live-skin wasn't completely deflated. The
areas around the breasts were still maintaining its perfect gravity-defying
shape. The thoughts of silicone materials as something not biological
immediately came to the former professor's mind as the alpha electron rays
would only work on subjects with biological components. Similar to the victims
clothing, the saline-filled silicone bags underneath the expertly constructed
mammaries were left untouched.
The Jessica impostor who
had already stripped naked earlier pointed the same gun at herself before
casually pulling the trigger to release the same trio of beams on her stolen
body. Her skin gradually loosened as a stretchable 6-inch slit emerged on the back
of her neck. And through the very same opening, Professor Phillips's true form
wiggled and squirmed out of Jessica's slender carcass. His fragile-looking
bent-over frame walked gingerly over to Jessica's bed to pick up the shemale's
liveskin. The aches from nearly every part of his ailing body were killing him
as he couldn't wait to put on the new skinsuit.
Looking more closely,
certain parts of the face - in particular Feliciana's thin and slightly
upturned nose - was not affected by the rays as it managed to maintain its
ideal shape. Without scrutinizing further, the elderly scientist proceeded to
don the live-skin. Despite the shakiness of his movement and the nagging joint
pains, Professor Phillips had gotten so accustomed to the donning process now that
it had almost become a second nature to him. In no time, most of his 70 yearold
body disappeared into the younger disguise and all that was left was his head.
In one swift motion, he pulled the Feliciana-lookalike's brunette head onto his
and the flashback hit him as the slit behind his neck vanished.
He soon got a glimpse at
the life of a young Hispanic boy who experienced hardship since the age of
seven, when his father left him and his mother for another woman. His mother
eventually suffered from depression and decided to take the easy way out. The
little boy, whose name was Martin, had to be sent to the care of a foster home
where he underwent further abuse. Martin had constantly been told by many of
his caretakers and foster parents that he was too smart for his own good. The
daughters in the family he was with had always complained about him acting
indecently in front of them when in truth, they were the ones who were the most
abusive towards him. He was always labeled as cunning and not trustworthy until
he managed to find a caring family, though by that time, the damage had already
been done. His antipathy for the fairer sex was only growing.
The study about the
human mind had always piqued Martin's interest such that he eventually ended up
obtaining a degree in psychology. He had intended to further his knowledge in
hypnotism but his application for a doctorate in the subject had been turned
down due to his tainted background. Later though, he accidentally stumbled upon
the truth: the program he was rejected from had accepted an attractive female
applicant who was less qualified than him in his place. He had also discovered
that the counselor had always had a weak spot for the fairer gender. In the
end, he had to settle for a teaching job in a college in New Jersey where he
had first met Feliciana. She was his student. Being the youngest lecturer at
the college then, Martin was only a couple of years her senior.
Feliciana was just
average at best as she had picked up the course solely because it was the only
available one at the time when she submitted her application. She had admitted
to Martin that she was only there to accompany her best friend, Carla who was
studying law in the same University. Young Ms. Flores had even gloated about
how her loaded parents could afford the education fees anyway. That infuriated
Martin for the fact that she took her blessings for granted while his shitty
life was hit with endless tragedies and disappointments.
That was the final push
he needed as his loathing for women had reached its boiling point. Martin began
scheming something unthinkable before finally disappearing to Mexico for 18
months. That was the time it took for him to complete his transformation into
an exact carbon copy of Feliciana Flores, well, almost an exact carbon copy -
because he still needed his manhood to realize his twisted revenge and
fantasies. A lifelike prosthetic cunt would be his cover just in case there was
any unintended 'exposure'.
Martin's return to New
Jersey coincided nicely with Feliciana's graduation party after which she was
kidnapped. Using his long-studied and thoroughly researched hypnotism
techniques, he was able to extract memories from his first of what would later
be a long line of victims. The kidnapping was staged as if it was solely for
the money and the new Feliciana was returned safely after the ransom was
received.
It was the beginning of
a new life for the former Martin Morales when he surprised Mr. and Mrs. Flores
by deciding to further his study in a special doctorate program in hypnotism.
With Feliciana's looks, her parents wealth and Martin's brain, the impostor had
no trouble being accepted into one of the top universities in Harvard to finish
his research and obtain his PhD. The world was looking much brighter for him as
he realized his dream and was making a name for himself, well not really
himself, but for Feliciana, in the unique field of hypnotism.
The former Martin was
only getting started as he helped solve the unsolvable cases for the police and
the FBI before making appearances on the news and talk shows. The sweet taste
of vengeance was fully indulged after setting up his own clinic where on the
surface, he had provided his professional services for distressed women, just
like how Carla had provided free legal advice to a similar group. However, none
of 'Feliciana's patients realized that they had actually been hypnotized during
the seemingly ordinary sessions before being fucked behind locked doors of her
professional-looking office. Rebecca, Feliciana's young and beautiful
secretary, had no idea what her employer was really doing to the patients as
even she herself was the subject of the transsexual's amusement whenever there
was any free slot in the hypnotist's usually busy schedule.
The mind reading
techniques and the voluntary information sharing from the hypnotized Feliciana
- the real Feliciana who was safely tucked behind the doors of a hidden room at
the basement of her luxurious residence - allowed the former Martin to know plenty
about Carla Smith and her daughter, Jessica. Hence, the mother and daughter had
been turned into the victims of the master hypnotist's twisted pleasure.
Flashbacks of the
impersonator banging Carla and Jessica simultaneously in this very same bedroom
right after the teenager's sweet sixteen more than a year ago had just finished
registering into Professor Phillips's current disguise when he finally lifted
his new sets of eyelids.
"Looks like someone
has beat me to the cherry..." the latest 'version' of Feliciana said,
surprised by the depth of 'her' new voice. It wasn't exactly baritone deep but
distinctive enough to sound like a teenage boy's range or those grown men
taking hormones to accentuate his false femininity - a transgender.
"Honey... You sound
like a drag queen..." Carla commented.
"One
second..." the shemale Ms. Flores said before appearing to concentrate on
her newfound memories. After clearing her throat, she spoke again, "How do
I sound now?" The soothing melodious voice of the 38 year-old exotic
beauty returned. It was the same addictive tone the famous 'Feliciana Flores'
had utilized on so many of her clients and patients. The former Martin had
imitated it ever so perfectly and now the former professor was only making use
of the well-learned ability.
"Impressive... Now,
I'm getting really curious about how my 'BFF' here ended up with a cock and a
pair of balls between her legs..." Carla said as she spread her legs apart
with a hand gently rubbing her lawyer-clit while leaning back onto the headrest
of Jessica's bed.
Despite knowing it was
his own clone currently residing inside of Mrs. Smith, the make-believe
Feliciana spared no detail in sharing the history of Martin Morales with the
phony Carla and his freshly produced 2nd clone inside of the resurrected
Jessica. By the end of the story, 'Feliciana' was already standing by the
bedside with Carla and Jessica sitting on the edge as they took turns blowing
the Latino beauty's feminine-looking but still very capable 6-inch meat. Veins
were starting to emerge as the throbbing cock glistened from the mixture of the
mother and daughter's saliva as well as the precum leaking continuously from
its pisshole. Carla was working exceptionally well with her lovely daughter as
the duo was alternating between the shemale's shaft and her cleanly shaven
balls - occasionally swallowing and licking each of them with their skilled
tongues.
The transsexual version
of Feliciana occupied both of her hands, fondling her masterfully constructed
breasts as she witnessed the incestuous couple periodically making out with her
fully erected cock between their mouths and slippery tongues. Her legs were
getting weaker by the minute as she felt her climax getting closer and closer.
Ms. Flores had to push Carla and Jessica away from her erection and onto the
queen-sized bed as she didn't feel like blowing her load yet. She managed to
draw a breath and gain a bit of composure before asking with a seductive tone:
"Now... which one
of you wanna go first?"
The evening proceeded
with neither of the three lovely 'ladies' left
unsatisfied as Ms. Flores pummeled
her transsexual-dick into the mother and daughter in all kinds of positions.
Carla had to take a break from the steamy action before ordering her
housekeeper to take the day off, as the walls of their sex chamber were barely
able to contain the noises of their passionate threesome. In spite of
Feliciana's gallant effort to delay her impending ejaculation, the maneuver of
Jessica grinding her young pussy against mommy's equally drenched cunt with the
shemale cock sliding in between, was too much for Ms. Flores as she finally
blew her massive load which reached as far as the breasts of her lesbian
lovers. Some of the jizz remained between the two clits, enhancing the already
mind-melting sensations as the incestuous couple continued to grind their
pussies against Feliciana's softening penis until both of them squealed
simultaneously in a climatic delight.
All sorts of obscenities
escaped from the usually well-mannered Carla and Jessica's lips before they
finally collapsed along with Feliciana onto the girlish pink bed. Some of the
muscles from their stolen bodies were still sporadically contracting as the
three gorgeous ladies reveled in the tingling of their post-climatic pleasures.
"O... M... G...!
That was so FUCKING awesome..." Jessica said, still trying to catch her
breath.
"Mind that
language, sweetheart... But you're right... That was like... WOW! As a 70
year-old old man, I've never thought I'd get so turned on by a
transsexual..." Carla said.
"As a 70 year-old
man, I've never thought I'd be having sex as a transsexual... Not someone as
convincing as this..." Feliciana said, before slowly getting out of the
bed and walking towards Jessica's fulllength mirror. "My... how much the
field of plastic surgery has improved across the south border," Feliciana added
while admiring the goddess from her reflection. Her hands kept returning to the
perky fullness of the money-can-buy tits, still amazed by the stimulus
triggered by slightest of touches on the nipples, despite all the kneading and
groping they endured earlier.
Letting her hands sweep
gently down the sides of her womanly curves - thanks to the wonders of female
hormones the former Martin Morales had been diligently consuming - before
stopping on her wide hips, Feliciana posed like a supermodel as she continued
to admire her own curves. Her cock was already twitching as she asked the
question: "Now... how should I hypnotize the escapees without the risk of
detection?"
The image of Carla
resuming her love for Jessica by burying her head between the teenage
daughter's legs at the back of her reflection was enough to fully revive her
erection as she turned away from the fulllength mirror before sauntering back
to the love-nest.
"Well... I'll think
about my next plot later..." Feliciana thought with a malicious grin on
her face which soon disappeared between Carla's firm derrière-cheeks.
The End
