The Suiter 2

The Suiter

ATTRACT ATTENTION

ESCAPE: THE INVENTOR'S PLOT

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 She was unusually withdrawn since returning from her cheerleading practice the day before.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.

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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

THE PERFECT CANDIDATE

MILE HIGH (CHAPTER 2)

by sammig82

Acceptance

It had been six years since the death of Brian Wallace's mom. He was still young when the vehicle his parents were traveling overran a sharp turn and fell off a cliff. He was at his neighbor's place, like he usually does during his parents date night, when the news came. His dad barely survived through the three weeks in intensive care with a broken hip. It was not as fortunate for his mom as she had died at the scene.

Even after recovery, Brian's dad was a wreck. Deep down, Brian knew his dad was just blaming himself for his mom's death. However, things took a turn for the better six years later when the widower met a nice lady in Elizabeth. At 37, she was more than 5 years younger than Mr. Wallace when they had first met on a business flight Brian's dad was traveling on. Elizabeth was a beautiful flight attendant but more than that, Mr. Wallace found her to be a very gentle and caring woman.

Now eighteen, Brian was really happy for his dad and he had no objections when they decided to tie the knot. After moving in, Elizabeth was even kind enough to assure him that she was not there to replace his mother but would do her best to bring the cheers back into the family. The teenager couldn't have been happier. Not only he was seeing the complete revival of his father - the person he had adored so much since he was a kid; but he would also be able to continue fulfilling a secret fetish of his.

A week after the wedding, the newlyweds spent a fortnight in the Maldives. As a result, Brian had plenty of freedom with Elizabeth's stuffs which she had just moved in. He had even been bold enough to wander around the house fully dressed in his stepmother's clothes. While his deceased mom had preferred simple cotton underwear, it was mostly high quality silks for Elizabeth. Brian reveled in the sensations of her lingerie brushing against his skin whenever he pulled on one of her black thongs. There were even attempts to try on her flight attendant uniform but his overly skinny figure couldn't do the sensual attire justice.

Brian had lost counts of the number of times he had achieved orgasm in his parent's room. He had even stained some of Elizabeth's underwear and dresses that he had to clean them up and made sure that they were how his stepmother left them.

It didn't matter how well Brian thought he had put everything back to where they came from, Elizabeth's suspicion that her stuffs had been tampered with immediately arose since returning from her honeymoon. The concern was not shared with Brian's dad as the socially inept teenager spent more and more time at home especially when the stepmother was away on one of her long haul flight.

Trapped

Elizabeth knew what Brian was up to. She kind of guessed it the moment she found her expensive lacy brassiere in the wrong place on her return from the Maldives with Ben. In fact, she was more than happy to let her stepson indulged in his unique fetish because of a little agenda that only young boys such as Brian could realize. All she needed was a well laid out trap for the creepy little kid to walk into.

The perfect opportunity came when Ben's firm was branching out requiring him to travel across the country to Seattle more regularly than usual. On one of those trips, Elizabeth told Brian that she would be away for a couple of days as well. Her plan panned out nicely when she came home unexpected before sneaking up on her stepson in the midst of an awkward position.

"Brian..? What are you doing?" Elizabeth asked, pretending that she was confused.

Brian, who was already in her matching set of pink bras and panties, couldn't come up with an explanation. The boy was lost for words.

"Why are you in my... things..?" the stepmother asked, still well groomed in her tight attendant's uniform.

"I... I just..." the 18 year-old struggled to think of anything to bail himself out of the situation. He merely looked away from Elizabeth.

The photo-snapping sound of the flight attendant's phone brought his gaze back to the lovely stepmother. Elizabeth's expression had changed from the look of someone taken aback to someone who had outsmarted him. The smirk on her face as she took a couple more pictures of the teenager in her lingerie was somewhat incongruous to her usual gentle persona. Elizabeth almost chuckled at the young man's effort to cover his stick-thin form as she captured nearly a dozen of digital pictures.

"I beg you, Elizabeth... Please stop... Please don't tell anyone, especially dad... I'll do anything..." Brian pleaded while the stepmother was busy uploading the shots to a secure cloud storage.

Once it was done, she placed the phone on top of her dresser before walking towards the silk-covered King-sized bed. Sitting by the edge of the bed, Elizabeth gracefully crossed her long nylon-encased legs at the knees. Reaching for her neatly done up bun, she released her majestic long blonde hair from the pins and clips. The golden tresses fell free past her shoulders, almost touching the bed as she leaned backwards supported by her arms. Elizabeth seemed at ease as she lifted her head to look at her 'prey'.

"Brian, Brian, Brian... What makes you think that you have any other options, young man? Of course you'll do whatever I ask of you from now on, unless..." the attractive lady said as she turned her attention back to the phone on the dresser.

"Unless... You want the pictures of your little escapade be sent to daddy's email or worse... shared throughout the ever expanding social medium," Elizabeth added as she slowly uncrossed her legs before teasingly parted them.

The crotch of Elizabeth's panties between the prominent black seams of her thigh-highs was on display for the stepson. Seeing the teenager's Adams apple moved upwards and then down as he swallowed a huge gulp of nervousness made Elizabeth grin.

"Be a good boy now and come to mama," the blonde ordered.

Lost

Brian just didn't know what to do. He could still feel the stinging pain in his bottom as he was sitting in his biology class. The first night of his submission to Mistress Lizzy was a mixture of humiliation and fear. It turned out that his beautiful stepmother had a thing for strap-ons which she had conveniently pulled out from her trolley luggage during that very night.

"Your daddy must not know about this... He hated these things..." was what she said before shoving her newly purchased 8-inch dildo into Brian's virgin ass.

Since then, he had been her 'butt-slut' for the past couple of months whenever his father was away which had been too frequent for Brian's liking. His schoolmates had started questioning his odd gait and how he wished to tell them the tortures his ass was taking recently. The plus side he got from the deal - while getting his ass pounded, he get to put on and feel Elizabeth's clothes on his skin. And of course, he didn't want to break his dad's heart. Neither did he intend to die of embarrassment when the photos of him in his stepmother's lingerie went viral.

At the end of the day, it was still wrong. It was a betrayal to the only person he had ever loved - his dad. Brian began to suspect whether it was just the kind of affection a son would usually show for his father. Sometimes, he would imagine himself as Elizabeth and the realistic rubber being roughly pushed into him was Ben's. Yes, he even started thinking of his dad by his first name. Amid the insults and the terrible things Elizabeth would say to him, how he wished Ben would be there to sweep him off his feet like a knight in a shining armor.

Brian knew that it was wishful thinking. His dad was deeply in love with the gentle and caring version of Elizabeth, which made Brian pondered at the ease of how his stepmother altered her personality. There was no hint of her authoritarian sneers and taunts when his dad was around. The teenager didn't plan to ruin his dad's relationship with Elizabeth either, but the occasions where she would show him videos of herself with other men she met on one of her trips - the boy was helpless. Elizabeth was no longer the soft-spoken lady he had met when she first moved in and Brian was about to find out why.

Chocolate

It took the lovely flight attendant almost three months of toying with her stepson to finally lose it. She would occasionally let loose when there was no one else around; but in the spur of the moment, Elizabeth just couldn't deny herself any longer. Brian's firm and delightful behind had been calling out to her for months since he had walked right into the booby trap. The strap-ons, which she had made him keep in his own room, was no longer good enough to satisfy her true desire. She needed to feel him - flesh to flesh. It had been a while since she had actually done that to boys Brian's age. Some of them were a lot younger.

Elizabeth was wearing her favorite dominatrix outfit of black skintight latex, which she had gotten from Amsterdam as she was brushing the head of her artificial cock against her stepson inflamed anus. She had the boy put on her black thigh-highs and pink lacy bra while being tied up to the bed frame as she was about to push the dildo's head past his tender opening. The twitching from within became more and more unbearable. Adding in the alcohol and the visions of her smoking hot girlfriends from the girls' night out a few hours earlier, the pent up desire was too much for Elizabeth to contain. The wonderful view of Brian's bottom didn't help matter as she finally decided to remove her strap-on.

Elizabeth could see the questioning look on the teenager's face as he turned his head around. A malicious grin was her only response as she inserted her dainty fingers into her soaking wet pussy - one digit at a time. Her knees weakened significantly as the sensations she should have gotten accustomed to, zapped through her body like electricity. The stimulus intensified as her palm rubbed against her clitoris when all of her fingers were in. The stepmother stretched herself further until all of her svelte hand disappeared with only her wrist visible. Her digits and hand stirred as she searched for something seemingly lodged within her womb. She loved the pain of having her vagina stretched - wondering if this was similar to childbirth. The dumbfounded expression on Brian made her wanting to do naughty things to him even more.

"Just you wait boy... You ain't seen nothing yet..." Elizabeth said as her voice dropped a few octaves. Then, she found what she was looking for.

Her lovely features grimaced as she pulled it out of her womanhood. The pain was only escalating even with her pussy juices leaking from the sides of her wrist. The sloshing sounds became more and more obvious as the base of her thumbs followed by her delicate fingers emerged from between her vaginal lips. They seemed to be gripping firmly onto something - some sort of dark-skinned meat. In spite of all the natural lubrication, the black appendage didn't slip out of her grip as she continued to tug it out of its hiding place. It appeared to be rather thick and lengthy as Elizabeth was still pulling until a pair of equally black hairy balls squeezed right out of the impossibly tight orifice.

The stepmother proceeded to stroke her growing black cock while enjoying the priceless look on Brian's boyish face. The blonde woman with an incongruous black man's dick loved to find her subjects in the state of horror. It took no time for her cock to reach its full potential. The veins running along the 10-inch chocolate pole were throbbing as precum was flowing out from the tip of its circumcised head. It was a magnificent asset the former Lamar Chambers had always been proud of - using it to terrorize young boys and girls around his neighborhood in Brooklyn.

The 45 year-old registered sex offender was serving his term when he managed to break out of the state prison. His plan to escape the country with fake IDs didn't materialize as someone seemed to have tipped off the authorities. The cops were closing in when he had to use the peculiar watch given to him by a strange lady at the airport's café. Elizabeth Wallace happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Lamar had never expected to find pleasure as a white woman, but being Elizabeth had proven him wrong. He could not have imagined the bliss of getting fucked in both his stolen cunt and ass at the same time had he not been forced to steal the gorgeous blonde's identity. The only downside though was having to adjust himself to the life as a recently married woman. Elizabeth's husband was certainly as plain as they can get for a middle-aged white man and Lamar cringed to himself the times where he had to stay in character as the gentle and caring wife.

The role of a stepmother to a beautiful boy in Brian more than made up for the pretense. Finding out that the 18 year-old teenager happened to be a crossdresser was the added bonus as Lamar fully embraced the saying of 'Life is full of surprises'.

The surprises had brought him to this day as he poked the head of his giant cock at the doorstep of Brian's sweet cherry ass. Elizabeth's nectar combined with his own precum did very little to ease the passage of his head through the battered opening.

"It's too big..." Brian said as he began to cry. He had yet to even comprehend the fact that some black dude's cock was actually poking out of his supposedly blonde stepmother. "It won't fit..." the terrified boy added.

"We won't know until we try, sweetie," Elizabeth said. Her voice now deep and masculine as she moved her hips further forward.

Eventually, the head of her colossal member managed to force its way into his anus. Brian was already squealing like a girl. The stepmother had to gag him with her panties just so the neighbors wouldn't be disturbed. By the time a third of her was in, Elizabeth temporarily halted her progress before withdrawing an inch or two with only her head remained within. She then proceeded to shove more of her ebony rod into the teenager. The journey to Brian's rectum continued as the process of pushing and pulling were alternated until most of the pulsating shaft was buried.

The muffled screams of her stepson was music to her ears as she began to rock her womanly hips forward and backward. If not for her fear of exposure - especially when the hunt for Lamar Chambers was still assiduous, Elizabeth would have released her 'beast' a lot sooner. It had been far too long. She began to hammer Brian's ass so much harder than she did with her pathetic 8-inch strap-ons. Those were almost child's play compared to her pornstar fuckstick.

Elizabeth doubted she would last for much longer. She didn't want to split her boy toy in half either as she swiftly pulled herself out at the signs of her tightening sacs. After easily flipping her subject to his back, Elizabeth drew herself towards Brian's dumbfounded face. An infinitely long leg was swung across the teenager's chest as she grabbed his chestnut hair like he was just a piece of cloth. Aiming her cock at the stepson's face, Elizabeth resumed pumping with her fist. Her hand appeared tiny against her throbbing erection as she felt her seeds sped through her plumbing.

"Open your damn mouth!" her booming deep baritone escaped from Elizabeth's lips.

Brian complied without as much as a whimper. The timing was impeccable as well as loads after loads of cum shot into the young man's oral cavity like a high pressured water jet. The amount of white jizz was so much so that Brian couldn't swallow in time to avoid the spillage down the sides of his gaping mouth. Nevertheless, Elizabeth was immensely impressed that not only the boy didn't choke with her overflowing semen; he had even attempted to gobble them down so quickly as if they were the most delicious fruit juice in the middle of the Sahara.

"Holy... Mother of... That was motherfucking intense..." Elizabeth continued with her unusually deep voice before releasing the grasp on Brian's hair as she collapsed by the side of her equally exhausted stepson. Her gravity defying breasts rose and fell rapidly with her chest as she gradually caught up with her breathing.

The post-orgasmic afterglow settled eventually as her chocolate member shrunk down back to its flaccid state. Due to its size, Elizabeth had to manually push it through her vaginal lips back to its hiding place along with her pair of testicles. The hybrid of a gorgeous blonde and a rugged African American; a lovely white woman and a black sex predator - vanished. All that was left was a scantily dressed Elizabeth Wallace lying next to her skinny stepson. She felt asleep with her peculiar watch lying unattended on the bedside console.

---

Paris

"I miss you too, baby... Really wish you're here..." Carolina Hernandez said as she took in the glorious view of the Eiffel Tower from her hotel window.

Carolina, or better known to her friends as Carrie, had to shield her iPhone's receiver away from the subtle noises coming from her bed so that her fiancé would not get the wrong idea. Still, Carrie had to turned her attention away from the iconic landmark and glared at the source of a sudden loud grunt from one of her passenger who followed her to her hotel room - 21 year-old Eric Roberts.

"That noise...? That's what I was gonna talk to you about... Can you believe how thin the walls in these Paris hotels are?... Yeah, sounds like a newlywed couple staying next door... Yeah, I know... It makes me miss you even more..." Carrie said, relieved that her fiancé bought the explanation.

Taking the hint, Eric immediately grabbed a pillow and covered his face with it - considerably cutting down the noises coming from his gaping mouth. Carrie shouldn't blame him as she wondered her former self - a 35 year-old paunchy man - would be able to suppress such expressions when there was an experience blonde between his legs and giving the best blowjob he had ever had.

Elizabeth C. Wallace was still fully dressed in her uniform while she was licking the head of Eric's cock like a lollipop. Stooping on her knees between the young man's parted thighs, the 37 year-old chief flight attendant had her slender fingers wrapped around the base of his engorged member as she began to devour him.

Standing over on the other end of the room, Carrie had to remind herself that her fiancé was still on the line even as she was drooling over the vision of Elizabeth's heart-shaped derriere.

"Oh... Yes, I'm still here... Hey, I gotta go... Yeah, it's been an awfully long day... A hot bubble bath is exactly what I need... We'll talk again..." Carrie sent her future husband a kiss before hanging up.

Unlike Elizabeth, the brunette had stripped down to her underwear and black pantyhose. Earlier, she was in the midst of making out with Eric when the interruptions came.

---

They were passionately exchanging saliva while peeling attires off one another when the knocking on the door started. The first few knocks were ignored as the unlikely couple went on kissing and molesting one another's body. As the knocking got louder, Carrie pulled out of the embrace with an equally venomous cursing.

"WHO THE FUCK...?!" the off-duty flight attendant wrapped her partially undressed form in a bathrobe before storming towards the door.

Her frown turned drastically into a smug as she identified the uninvited guest through the door's peephole. Without bothering to secure the front of her robe, Carrie opened the door. Elizabeth stood on the other side with her characteristic stern expression. The chief stewardess had yet to change out of her body-hugging uniform as she eyed at Carrie's getup with much disapproval.

"Can't find your room, chief?" Carrie said in jest.

"Oh, I know exactly where my room is... Sweetheart..." Elizabeth said before moving past the young brunette into the room without further invitation. Her luggage was nowhere to be seen which had Carrie assuming that she had probably dropped them off her room before stopping by.

Knowing what was likely to be happening next, Carrie made sure the door was properly shut and latched. The reaction of Eric upon seeing the guest was almost comical as Carrie made her way back across to the small sofa leaning against the wall by the windows. Elizabeth was standing on the space between the Queen-sized bed and the furniture. With arms crossed under her ample busts, the lovely blonde swung her gaze between Eric, who was still rooted under the sheets on the bed, and Carrie, who appeared more relaxed leaning back on the sofa with her legs crossed at the thighs.

"I think you people have got some explaining to do," Elizabeth said as she tapped on the 'watch' strapped to her wrist which was no different from the one Eric was still wearing despite his shirtless state.

"What are you talking ab..." Eric was halfway saying before Carrie jump in.

"He got it from some strange lady a month back," Carrie matter-of-factly said.

"Look Lizzy, all we're looking for is just some fun. Me and my friend here Eric, have no interest in who you really are under that beautiful skin of yours," Carrie added, gesturing up and down Elizabeth's slender figure.

There was a moment of hesitation before the guest finally relented. Her tensed visage gradually evaporated as she sought further clarification.

"So... I'm assuming that you're not really who you are... Carrie?"

"Yep... Thanks to Eric's generosity in letting me use his... 'watch', I'm now a beautiful woman," Carrie said as she winked at Eric before adding, "He's such a sweet guy... and surprisingly good with his cock too. I suggest you give him a try."

Elizabeth seemed to have agreed with her subordinate as she almost drooled at the presence of the skinny young man. She had been checking him out ever since the modified AER device was spotted on his wrist. Carrie took note of that as well when Eric quietly informed her about Elizabeth's possession of an identical item. That was why she wasn't surprised to find 'Lizzy' showing up at the door.

"Now that we've got this out of the way..." Elizabeth said as she began to descend upon the bed, slowly crawling towards Eric.

As if asking for permission, the nervous young man stared at Carrie before getting a nod from his friend in disguise. That sort of calmed him down considerably as he flipped the sheets out of the way - revealing a tall tent at the front of his boxer. On all fours, Elizabeth licked her lips at the sight before gently grabbing Eric's hard-on through the fabric. The nerdy-looking man cooed at Lizzy's touch before feeling her lipsticks coated lips against his mouth. Her breath was pleasantly minty as she started probing him with her eager tongue. Her skillful hand was gracefully moving up and down his rod with only the boxer's silky material between them, resulting in moans escaping from Eric's windpipe.

Meanwhile, Carrie uncrossed her long well-toned legs before parting them. She began to pleasure herself to the scene on the bed with one hand fondling her breast through her bra while the other rubbing at her clit through her panties and black pantyhose. The former Timothy Sanders absolutely loved the stimulus provided by Carrie's silky underwear brushing against his stolen body. The damp spot grew as his stolen fingers probed against his crotch in circular motion which through Carrie's memory, was exactly how she would have liked.

Elizabeth was already bobbing her head up and down Eric's shaft when 'Carrie' decided to get up close with the goings-on as she stood up from the small furniture before swaying her hips towards the bed. Her eyes were fixed on the chief stewardess's derriere as she climbed onto the lavish crib before steering to kneel behind Elizabeth. The front of her groins came up against the blonde's juicy bottom as Carrie laid her hands on each of Lizzy's bums. The young brunette started grinding her underwear-clad pussy against Elizabeth's skirt-covered ass. She could almost feel her own juices leaking from the edge of her thong, significantly wetting her hosed thighs. The tingling sensations travelled from her clit as they radiated throughout her lithe figure. Her imaginary cock took form as Carrie made mocking attempts to hump her colleague's bubbly backside.

The moans from Eric brought 'Carrie' back to Earth. She realized her intention by lifting the hem of Elizabeth's restrictive skirt. As she was about to do so, the loud and annoying ringtone of Ariana Grande's 'Bang Bang' came from Carrie's phone as it completely disrupted the mood in the room. The accompanying vibration on the desk was equally as disturbing as Carrie felt the urge to flush the device down the toilet. She had to stop what she was doing before getting off the bed to reach for her phone. Her compulsion calmed somewhat when the handsome picture of her fiancé appeared on the screen. Carrie could have easily hung up but the brunette's gut feeling told her otherwise. The flashback of Carrie's recent memories showed that the fiancé had a habit of cooking up a big fuss if his calls go unheeded. Then, there was also this peculiar sense... a need out of nowhere, which compelled her to answer Norman's call.

A little lightheaded at the thought, the former middle-aged man slid Carrie's well-manicured finger across the screen of her phone before saying 'Hello' with her sweet, sultry voice - the kind of pampered tone she would only use for her fiancé.

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"Hey baby, I gotta go... Yeah, it's been an awfully long day... A hot bubble bath is exactly what I need... We'll talk again..." Carrie sent her future husband a kiss before hanging up.

A Cheshire cat grin made an uncharacteristic appearance on Carrie usually innocent visage as she turned her attention back to the action on the bed. Eric was still groaning into the pillow covering his face as Elizabeth was occupied with deep-throating his throbbing erection. It wouldn't be long before the young man blew his load, Carrie thought as she sauntered towards them. Settling back into the position behind Lizzy, the lovely brunette hiked up her colleague's skirt - revealing her well-toned thighs and black thong-clad ass. Drool nearly escaped from the edge of Carrie's pretty lips at the sight of the blonde's tasteful choice of lingerie. The lacy seams of her black thigh-highs were held in place by garter straps as they disappeared underneath the hiked-up skirts around her waist. Elizabeth had chosen garter belts and stockings over the more conventional pantyhose.

Thanks to the way the blonde had pulled on her thong over the garter straps and hosiery, Carrie had no trouble rolling the underwear off to expose her most intimate parts. Elizabeth was already leaking with womanly nectar as Carrie dug in. Her button nose was barely inches away from the chief stewardess's anus as she alternated between sucking and slashing her tongue at her cunt. It didn't surprise her one bit that even from here, Elizabeth's perfume was overpowering. The woman just smelled like a million dollar even from her supposedly filthy region.

"Oooh fuuuccckkk...!" Carrie heard Eric moaned.

Almost instantly, she felt something landed on her tucked-away dark hair. Taking a breather from her pussy-eating indulgence to see what it was; a few more squirts of Eric's cum found landing on her pretty face - momentarily taken her aback. Elizabeth must have took his cock out of her mouth just as he was about to ejaculate. While keeping her grip on Eric's member, the blonde tilted her head aside to allow her lover a clear passage to shoot his jizz - traveling quite a fair distance in the process. Some of them leveled off on Elizabeth's bums, while others on Carrie's hair and pretty face.

Instinctively, the false young woman wiped some of Eric's ejaculate off her face before licking it off her fingers without feeling grossed out. The Tim inside of her wondered if he would even consider doing that had he not been 'Carrie'. Then again, he suspected that he would mind shoving a dick into his Carrie-mouth if that was indeed required of him. Apart from the saltiness, Eric's cum didn't taste that bad at all as 'Carrie' gulped them down her throat before going ahead to lap more of them off from Elizabeth's buns.

"Get your trap back to my pussy, honey... I can promise you plenty more of those white goo if you keep slapping your tongue against my clit," Elizabeth said before flipping over to lie on her back.

Her nylon-encased legs spread, giving Carrie unrestricted access to her soaking wet cunt. The tiny patch of golden bush above offered no distraction as the former Tim wasted no time in burying his stolen face into Lizzy's pussy. The moans of ecstasy from the blonde only served as an encouragement as 'Carrie' alternated between sucking and toying with her colleague's clit with her tastebud. Mixture of Elizabeth's natural juices and her own saliva flooded her face as she began to prod the blonde's slit with her fingers. After a minute or two of fingering her lesbian lover, Carrie started a steady rhythmic motion of fucking Lizzy with both her tongue and two of her digits.

"Oh, fuck... Stop, stop... Use your cock... Shove it in...!" Elizabeth demanded as she pushed Carrie away.

"Wait... What...?!" Carrie said, obviously confused with Lizzy's demand. Eric's snoring was loud amid the sudden silence. The former Tim couldn't believe his friend had just fallen asleep with two smoking hot ladies on the same bed.

"Fuck... you don't know...?" Elizabeth said as she looked at the brunette in disbelief.

"Know WHAT...?! I might have been a dude before donning the young lady, but now I'm all, as you can see... woman."

"Sweet honey pie... You didn't read the instructions did you?"

"Well... It'd kinda difficult reading from that tiny LCD screen..."

Without waiting for Carrie to finish, Elizabeth swiftly inserted all five of her fingers into her pussy. Her face grimaced as the labial folds stretched beyond its limits. Carrie's eyes were wide opened as she witnessed the fellow air hostess's hand disappeared entirely into her own womb. It appeared as if she was fishing for something. In less than a minute, Lizzy pulled out an obvious penis. It was huge.

Her own secretions combined with Carrie's drool made its passage out of the cramped vagina easier but still, it was a bit of a struggle. A pair of testicles popped right out after what seemed to be a very well-endowed package. Its complexion was completely different from that of Elizabeth's as the tone was so dark that it could only belong to a black man - a rather bulky one as well. Eric's snoring was becoming somewhat annoying.

"What the... you can do THAT?!" Carrie sounded in awe.

"Yes..." Elizabeth said before clearing her throats. "And this too..." she added in a deep booming voice.

"Can I assume that you're not a natural blonde then?" Carrie said with a smug.

"Shut the fuck up and spread that sexy legs, bitch...!" Elizabeth ordered as she continued with her masculine tone.

Carrie was no expert, but thought that she detected a hint of Brooklyn pitch from that incongruous baritone which was miles apart from Elizabeth's southern accent. She had no time to ponder as 'Elizabeth' was already guiding her impressive fuckstick into her pussy. The former Tim had been watching enough porn to qualify Lizzy's black shaft as the ultimate pornstar dick. Its girth was telling by the way her vaginal lips stretched to accommodate its passage. The blonde did not allow her to settle as she went right down to business pounding away all 10 inches of meat in and out of her moderately lubricated cunt. It kind of made Eric's manhood and from her stolen memories, her fiancé's, seemed tiny.

The pain was excruciating, but somehow, it felt amazing at the same time - something that the former Tim couldn't explain. He didn't feel the need to, as he planted both of his Carrie-hands on his Carrie-tits - fondling and kneading at his stolen assets while getting her snatch hammered. The loud grunts and the slapping sounds as well as the heavy shaking of the bed managed to only cause a minor stir to Eric's slumber as he continued to recuperate from his apparent jet lag.

Carrie and Elizabeth were better adjusted to the after-flight fatigue as they went on fucking their brains out. The ebony-dicked girl took the initiative to shift position by turning Carrie on all-fours before shoving her colossal rod back where it belongs. While having her slit pounded, the young brunette felt something warm dripping onto her butt hole. Glancing back, Elizabeth was smiling at her as she let her saliva leaked generously onto her anus. The devious grin made the former Tim shivered at the thought of what was about to come. Carrie's vagina was already getting sore from the pummeling she was getting. It was by far the biggest cock she had ever had, going by the memory Tim could access. He was about to discover whether Lizzy's 'monster' could even fit in her 'backdoor'.

"Damn girl... Yer so fuckin' tight... Ya need to be gettin' more passenger dicks in here, I'm tellin' ya..." Elizabeth said in her deep voice as she started probing the younger woman's asshole with her thumb.

It didn't take long before the thumb was replaced by the blonde's index and middle digits as she attempted to loosen her up for the 'main event'. Carrie could almost feel her brain melt by having both her cunt and butthole violated at the same instance. She wasn't even paying attention as her tears were flowing while drools escaped from the sides of her mouth. Neither did she realize the number of times she had cum in that short duration. In Carrie's body, Tim was completely consumed by lust. There was more in store, as she felt a temporary void when Lizzy withdrew her cock before resting its swollen head at the entrance to her virgin ass.

Just as Elizabeth was about to push her black head in, things took an unexpected turn. Carrie thought that she was still being tormented as her ass had yet to be breached. The cursing and the gradual return of the blonde's original voice was enough to turn Carrie's head. By the time her gaze settled on Lizzy's pubic region, the sizable cock had shrunk down to half its length and girth. Her pair of chocolate sacs too was squeezing themselves back into Elizabeth's slit.

"What the fuck...?!" Elizabeth said as she appeared to be clueless of what was going on. Her melodious southern tone only added to her confusion.

"What's wrong? Are you... okay...?" Carrie sounded concerned.

"I'm not sure... Really... I think... I'll have to go..." Elizabeth said before getting out of bed.

She hastily gathered and pulled on her thong over the black thigh-highs and garters before tugging her skirt back into position.

"Hey... What happened...?" Carrie was still trying to get an answer, sitting up by the bed.

Elizabeth's uptight persona reappeared as she stormed right out of the room without saying anything further. Eric stirred again, but on this occasion, mumbled something probably out of his dream. Carrie alternated her gaze between the door and the soundly asleep Eric before shrugging her shoulders and tucked herself in beside the young man. Closing her eyes, she thought about Elizabeth's abilities to produce a penis out from her pussy and swapping into a man's voice at will. It was no rocket science that those manly assets belonged to a black dude who happened to don Elizabeth's live-skin.

"So, the device really does have the exact functionalities as the ones portrayed in the stories..." Carrie silently thought before slowly drifting off. The glowing red blinking 'ERROR' from the AER device on the coffee table was overlooked.

To be continued...