Since you finally got some actual rest in this pleasurable torture, you figure now would be the best time to ask someone for help. "Who could help me? The only one that knows about this would be mom, and I'm sure she despises me with every fiber of her being now." You figure. Which made sense, her own son now permanently has her body under his head and has been defiling it for so long. Not to mention as far as she knows, you're insane.
But, there weren't that many options left; either try and beg her for help, or continue falling victim to this body's absurd lust for who knows how long next time. It was decided, quickly put on a tank top and yoga pants with a pair of flip flops. 'No underwear? Oh no, is what remains of my sanity waning?' You worried. No more time to waste, you run downstairs, your mature breasts flopping about without a bra securing them. 'Mmmm.' You moan, but slap yourself out of it.
"Mom!" You shout to her, as she vacuums the front foyer. She doesn't so much as turn or acknowledge your presence; much to your dismay. "Mom, please. You have to help me; my body is affecting my mind!" She doesn't take kindly to you calling her body yours again. "Gaah! I mean your body has been changing me mentally, it has been ever since we first swapped parts!" You manage to say, right before you feel your milfy body get horny once more. "It's full of too much lust, I can't stop pleasing it." You explain, trying to resist the urge to jam your fingers into your mature honeypot right in front of your mother. She sighs and finally turns to speak with you.