(pictures to illustrate parts from previous chapter)
Relaxing on the sofa bed you paid the boater for (with funds stolen from home), you slip a hand into your red bikini top and the other down the bottoms. Your manicured hands make usage of years of self pleasure to edge you quickly toward the lustful limit. Tweaking and pinching your erect nipples made your torso shiver, subsequently causing your lower bits to gush from the sensations. This allowed for your other hand to massage the lubricated outer lips of your mature pussy, sometimes slipping inside and making your legs twitch from the sudden pleasurable poke. But rubbing your clit always drove you to a boiling point, where you just shove your fingers into your pussy and push them in and out. "Yes, oh yes!" Your motherly voice moans, falling upon no one else's ear besides your own. Licking your thick lips, you end up cumming; spraying fluids out and onto your hand and thighs. Taking your soaked fingers to your face, you stick them in your mouth and sensually lick them all over. "Wow, that tastes rather sweet." You note. Being like this was an eternal dream come true, "God, this body just feels so natural to me. Almost like it's always been mine, waiting for me to take it back." This thought gets you wet again, so you hop right back to work. " But it's all okay now. It's not like there's anyway someone can take my body away from me anymore. Aaaah!" You moan.
Meanwhile, your mother is discussing exactly that with the gentle old man that runs the magic shop. "I just don't get it." Your mother says with your voice, resting her feminine head in her rough, male hands. "What would drive him to take my body and mouth, and just leave like that? It's nonsensical." The old man ponders this for a moment. "Well, let's face it; he's a teenage guy. Finding himself with the body parts of a mature woman such as you certainly helped play a part." Your mother thinks this over and realizes it must be true. "Well, I haven't really done such sexual things to my body for several years now; maybe all that pent up lust was just given to him. Combined with his youthful, male libido must've driven him mad with pleasure. And now he's off somewhere, defiling my body so he can get off." She begins to cry.
The old man places a hand on her broad shoulder and attempts to calm her down. "He's gone, and so is the device; in theory, he must have taken it with him." He informs her. "What are you saying?" She asks. Clearing his throat, the old man explains, "If he has the device, all we need to do is track him down and get that device. We could simply use it to swap you two back!" Your mother frowns. "But he already told me the device wouldn't let us swap back after the first time he took my parts." "And you believed him?" The magic shop owner places a hand to his face; making your mother understand you were lying at the time. "Shit!" She curses.
"Here's the deal; I will actually be able to track him down." The old man tells your mother. At first, her face lights up. "But, it's going to take a few months to build a tracker, even with my knowledge of magic and artifacts. Not to mention it won't be completely accurate, so once we find the general location of your son, it'll be up to us to find him the old fashioned way." Your mother is shocked, knowing that you will be alone with her body for such a long duration of time. But ultimately, she feels it a necessary cost to make for her and her son to get back to normal. "I'm fine with it." She tells the shop keep. "Just do whatever you gotta do." The old man smiles triumphantly and leads her back to the shop.
Back to the remote island, you were sitting in a lawn chair (also stolen from home) on the empty beach, watching the sunset. "Ah." You sigh, enjoying the lovely view. Even more so with the beautiful light reflecting off your huge, tan breasts and taut stomach; "It's so peaceful here. All the worries of city life, gone. It's just me and my body here." You smile, feeling yourself drifting into sleepiness. With a yawn, you were ready to go to bed; but a pleasurable spark shot through you again. "Okay, maybe just one more time. Especially in front of this amazing view." You decided, kneading your breasts and rubbing your pussy again.