More like her
More like her
Mitch’s eyes flew open as he felt someone’s mouth pressed against his in a tender kiss. Confused, he struggled to understand what was happening as stubble scratched at his soft skin. Pulling away he found himself faced with an impossible sight, his own father! But it couldn’t be, this tall tanned young man was barely a couple of years older than Mitch. Not only younger but fit and tanned, bursting with cool confidence. He couldn’t be more different from the balding, pale, middle-aged office drone Mitch had grown up with. His mind raced, where was he? How had gotten here and why was this man (whoever he was) kissing him?!?
The last thing he remembered he had been saying goodbye to his mom as he packed up his car. He was ready to head off and start what he hoped would be a new and better life. His parents didn’t approve of course they thought he was throwing his life away to chase a pipe dream. He should stay at home, play it safe finish college marry his girlfriend start a family. In short, do everything they had done at his age. His dad at least seemed prepared to accept Mitch’s choice but his mom couldn’t let him go. He turned to face her trying to find the words to make her understand. He had to live his own life on his own terms even if he wanted to he could never live the life she had. Instead, with tears in his eyes, he had turned away.
“I just wish you could see it from my point of view" he heard her say “If only you could be more like me at your age.”
And then… then?
Nothing, there is a blank space in his memory where an explanation should be. One moment he was there the next he was here, wherever here was. Pulling free of the man’s embrace he looked around seeing he was in a luxurious bedroom. It looked like a hotel room, Honeymoon suit a voice seemed to whisper at the back of his mind.
“Who, where?” he stammered his voice coming out in a high pitched squeak “What are you doing?”
“What am I doing?” the handsome young man with his fathers face chuckled. “I’d have thought that would obvious honey it is our wedding night after all.”
Mitch gapes at the man “John the voice whispered again my husband my love…” was he crazy? Was Mitch?
He couldn’t make any sense of what John was saying until he glanced down and saw the deep valley of his cleavage. He clapped his dainty hand over his mouth to stifle a scream as he took in the sight of his now female body wrapped in a sheer white satin gown. I make such a lovely bride the voice in his head sounded thrilled but Mitch was horrified. He ran to the bathroom slamming the door on his new husband and staring at himself in the mirror.
“Holy Shit! Mom?” he gasped recognising the body he now occupied.
He had seen pictures of her wearing this exact dress before. Pictures of her and his father on their wedding day. His mind reeled as the impossible truth dawned on him. He had been transported back in time to the night of his parent’s wedding. With a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, he also recalled that this was the night he was conceived. He groaned half convinced that this was some crazy dream. He wanted to believe that but the soft weight on his chest and the hollow feeling between his legs was too strange and too vivid to be his imagination. Cautiously, he prodded at the smooth mounds on his chest. Taking care not to scratch the pale skin with his long nails.
“Honey?” John’s deep voice called through the door “Is everything alright?”
The sound of his husband’s warm baritone made Mitch’s heart pound in his chest. It should have been fear making his heart race but somehow it felt more like excitement.
“I’m fine, um, darling” Mitch said cracking open the door “Just nerves I guess. This is all so overwhelming. I’m not sure I…”
“Shhh, no need to explain my dove.” the older man cuts him off with a gentle kiss “I understand. This is your first time, it’s only natural you’d be nervous. I promise I’ll make you glad you waited.”
His mom had always talked about being a virgin before marrying and how waiting had made it so much more special. That kind of intimate detail had made Mitch cringe but that never stopped her oversharing. In the end, he’d rolled his eyes at her lectures and made a point of getting laid at the first opportunity. Now though, part of him wondered how it would feel to give that special gift to his new husband. He shook his head trying to keep his thoughts straight. It was growing hard to separate the man he was from the woman he had become. This morning he’d had zero interest in guys and less in his own dad. Tonight even as he tried to protest part of him thrilled at the man’s touch.
He looked into his laughing blue eyes and only saw the man he loved and desired. John pulled him close and the urge to flee faded pushed to the back of his mind by a growing lust. John moved his hands behind Mitch’s back and the gown fell to the floor. Leaving his bride standing in nothing but high heeled shoes and white lace. John’s fingers draw burning trails of sensation across her skin. It was growing hard to remember why she shouldn’t make love with her husband. Dan’s strong arms wrapped around him, stroking and teasing with expert precision.
“Oh! Oh God John!” she heard herself moan “I had no idea… So good… Your hands…”
He trailed off into incoherence as John lay her down on the bed and buried his face between her legs. He brought her to the brink with lips and tongue until she could take no more.
“Oh god just fuck me please.” she begged not knowing or caring now if they were Mitch’s words or the words of the woman whose body she wore “Take me. Make me yours.”
Grinning, John obliged. He climbed on top of his wife and aligned the tip of his penis with the entrance of her aching cunt. Mitch tasted her own juices as John kissed her then gasped as he slowly pressed into her.
“No, oh god this is so wrong” the part of her that was still Mitch silently moaned “He’s in me. My father’s cock is inside me…”
But that part was no longer in control. Even the memory of him began to fade as she clutched at John’s broad shoulders, urging him on. There was no pain as John steadily increased the pace only a deep and blissful sense of fulfilment. They made love as husband and wife, their bodies meshing together as if made for each other. Every movement a joyous new discovery.
“Oh baby I’m getting close” John grunts
“Fuck, do it sweetie” she encouraged him pulling him tight “Come in me. Make a baby in your hot little wife.”
“Who, where?” he stammered his voice coming out in a high pitched squeak “What are you doing?”
“What am I doing?” the handsome young man with his fathers face chuckled. “I’d have thought that would obvious honey it is our wedding night after all.”
Mitch gapes at the man “John the voice whispered again my husband my love…” was he crazy? Was Mitch?
He couldn’t make any sense of what John was saying until he glanced down and saw the deep valley of his cleavage. He clapped his dainty hand over his mouth to stifle a scream as he took in the sight of his now female body wrapped in a sheer white satin gown. I make such a lovely bride the voice in his head sounded thrilled but Mitch was horrified. He ran to the bathroom slamming the door on his new husband and staring at himself in the mirror.
“Holy Shit! Mom?” he gasped recognising the body he now occupied.
He had seen pictures of her wearing this exact dress before. Pictures of her and his father on their wedding day. His mind reeled as the impossible truth dawned on him. He had been transported back in time to the night of his parent’s wedding. With a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, he also recalled that this was the night he was conceived. He groaned half convinced that this was some crazy dream. He wanted to believe that but the soft weight on his chest and the hollow feeling between his legs was too strange and too vivid to be his imagination. Cautiously, he prodded at the smooth mounds on his chest. Taking care not to scratch the pale skin with his long nails.
“Honey?” John’s deep voice called through the door “Is everything alright?”
The sound of his husband’s warm baritone made Mitch’s heart pound in his chest. It should have been fear making his heart race but somehow it felt more like excitement.
“I’m fine, um, darling” Mitch said cracking open the door “Just nerves I guess. This is all so overwhelming. I’m not sure I…”
“Shhh, no need to explain my dove.” the older man cuts him off with a gentle kiss “I understand. This is your first time, it’s only natural you’d be nervous. I promise I’ll make you glad you waited.”
His mom had always talked about being a virgin before marrying and how waiting had made it so much more special. That kind of intimate detail had made Mitch cringe but that never stopped her oversharing. In the end, he’d rolled his eyes at her lectures and made a point of getting laid at the first opportunity. Now though, part of him wondered how it would feel to give that special gift to his new husband. He shook his head trying to keep his thoughts straight. It was growing hard to separate the man he was from the woman he had become. This morning he’d had zero interest in guys and less in his own dad. Tonight even as he tried to protest part of him thrilled at the man’s touch.
He looked into his laughing blue eyes and only saw the man he loved and desired. John pulled him close and the urge to flee faded pushed to the back of his mind by a growing lust. John moved his hands behind Mitch’s back and the gown fell to the floor. Leaving his bride standing in nothing but high heeled shoes and white lace. John’s fingers draw burning trails of sensation across her skin. It was growing hard to remember why she shouldn’t make love with her husband. Dan’s strong arms wrapped around him, stroking and teasing with expert precision.
“Oh! Oh God John!” she heard herself moan “I had no idea… So good… Your hands…”
He trailed off into incoherence as John lay her down on the bed and buried his face between her legs. He brought her to the brink with lips and tongue until she could take no more.
“Oh god just fuck me please.” she begged not knowing or caring now if they were Mitch’s words or the words of the woman whose body she wore “Take me. Make me yours.”
Grinning, John obliged. He climbed on top of his wife and aligned the tip of his penis with the entrance of her aching cunt. Mitch tasted her own juices as John kissed her then gasped as he slowly pressed into her.
“No, oh god this is so wrong” the part of her that was still Mitch silently moaned “He’s in me. My father’s cock is inside me…”
But that part was no longer in control. Even the memory of him began to fade as she clutched at John’s broad shoulders, urging him on. There was no pain as John steadily increased the pace only a deep and blissful sense of fulfilment. They made love as husband and wife, their bodies meshing together as if made for each other. Every movement a joyous new discovery.
“Oh baby I’m getting close” John grunts
“Fuck, do it sweetie” she encouraged him pulling him tight “Come in me. Make a baby in your hot little wife.”
She felt him stiffen and twitch inside her, his climax triggering her own and sweeping the last vestiges of Mitch away on a torrent of ecstasy.
She drifted off to sleep with a had on her belly certain that she would soon be having a son.
“Mmm,” she murmured to herself dreamily “I always did like the name Mitch.”
Story idea and pictures from the always inspirational @demisword
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