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Modeling underwear for your mom with your mom’s body.

‘Do I really need to come with you for this?’ You ask your mom as she drags you into the woman’s lingerie store in the mall. She wore a white button shirt, grey skirt, and black 3 inch heels. The nipples of her jiggling F cup breasts poked through the fabric, she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Yes you do Max.” She responds annoyed. “I went up another cup size this week and need all new underwear, besides this is your punishment for putting your sisters head in the laundry machine.”

‘Can’t you use a mirror?’ You argue.

“Then I can’t see how it looks from every angle, normally your dad helps me with this, but he’s on a business trip.”

You let out an annoyed sigh. ‘Please no pictures at least.’

Your mom looks down at you pulling out her phone from her purse. “Then it wouldn’t be a punishment, now would it?”

You both enter the store, the one at the counter was a pale skinned pimple face teenager on the body of a thicc ebony skinned woman in a bombshell yellow bikini, he greeted you with a knowing look then your mom dragged you through the store.

...

You spend several hours following your mom around the store as she pick out bra’s, panties, bikinis and other more lace fetish oriented gear in the store. It felt like you went into every isle and section. By the end your mom had a large pile of female underwear, she clearly wasn’t going to buy all of it and was just doing this as part of your punishment. Finally you both made your way to the changing rooms. She led you in and dropped all the bra’s, panties, and bikinis on the ground before removing her head and tossing it to you.

“Swap now.” She ordered from you holding her head in her hands. You momentarily contemplate just tossing her head over the divide into another changing booth. But you knew her headless body was still under her control and could easily overpower your body. You grab your head by the hair and pass it gently to your mom’s hands. An odd fact, they smelled like lotion for some reason.

You both hold each others heads over your neck stumps.

“3...” Your mom starts to count down.

‘2...’ You continue.

“One.” She finishes and drops your head onto her body while you do the same.

You loose control of your old body but start getting stimulation from your moms body. Her bare nipples rubbing against her shirt. The acing in your feet from walking in high heals all day. The back pain from her unsupported watermelon sized boobs. And finally The wedge of her G string, along with the cool breeze of wearing a skirt in such a cold building with shaved legs and crotch. It made your new nipples hard pocking through your shirt. It was too much too fast, you fell on your knees moaning as all the stimulation came to your unprepared male brain.

“You like that don’t you Max.” Your mom comments from your body, digging your hands into your jean pockets and clearly playing with your former man hood while you were stuck with an uncontrollable libido.

“I showed you how to remove and secure a bra last night, you remember right?” Your mom asks with a slightly sadistic grin on her (now technically his) face.

You nod blushing at the memory as a heat bloomed in your crotch. (Was this what being aroused as a girl was like?) you think to your self (it felt... weird...)

“Good.” She/ he said. “I’ll be waiting outside sweetie.” She kissed you on the forehead then left bringing her purse with him. Leaving you alone with your mom’s body and a pile of sexy clothes.

...

After you got use to your mom’s body. ( You grouped your breasts a few times and rubbed your crotch moaning.) You started removing articles of clothing. Your mom’s breasts bounced once freed from the prison of the uncomfortable shirt. You groped them a few times, letting your manicured hands sink into the soft flesh. Then unzipped her skirt, finally you delicately pull the thin black string from your crotch watching a translucent arousal string connect to your crotch before breaking.

You look over your mom’s naked body with your head attached in the mirror. Her smooth slightly tan skin, crotch and legs were completely smooth free of any trace of hair. Her F cup breasts hung heave giving you back pain. Her nipples were fully erect in the frigid air of the woman’s lingering shop. Her hips were wide and toned giving her body an exaggerated top heavy hourglass look that almost looked fake. And then there was your male head attached to her body. You never realized how hot your mom was till now. For being “27” (even though you were 16) she was in fantastic shape and health. No stretch marks from pregnancy, no warts, moles, or any other blemishes. And no hair anywhere you could find, not even in her armpits.

And here you were, with her naked body and a pile of sexy clothes all in her size ready to wear them for her own sadistic amusement...


What outfit do you wear first?


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