The night went by at a snail's pace. You were unable to sleep, let alone close your eyes, as every time you were left alone with your thoughts, images of Cherie's potential revenge disturbed your peace. Her pettiness had reached your home, your safe space, and you knew that the longer she stayed, the higher the chances were that your life became unsalvageable. In the face of this misery, you were entirely powerless. You screamed into your pillow, muffling your inner frustrations as much as possible. All you could do now was to hope for a better tomorrow.
As dawn broke, you sluggishly drag yourself out of bed and minimally dressed up for the day. Washing your face with cold water, you stared at your messy face in the mirror. There was no way you could hide the eyebags under your eyes, but you could at least do something about that frown. Forcefully, you twitch your facial muscles enough to what resembled a smile. Despite how much you wished to further dwell in your suffering, it was still school day, and you had to keep up appearances. If you acted out of character, who knew what Cherie would do. She did not respect your mom and her body at all, so you would rather play the role of the good son than let an unhinged psycho run free in your mother's body. With your appearance fixed passable enough, you did some light breathing exercises to mentally prepare yourself before showtime.
The scene downstairs seemed normal enough with your family gathered around in the kitchen. Heather was on her phone, Claire munched on her favorite sugary cereals, and mom... looked like she always had. Maybe Cherie wanted to lure you into a false sense of security, but you didn't care. It was just good to see your mom dressed modestly, cheerily preparing food for the family, again.
"Good morning!" you announced with a sense of ease and relief in your voice.
"Good morning, bro," Claire chirped as upbeat as ever.
Heather was still too occupied with her phone and silently waved at you.
What really lifted your spirit was when your mother turned to you with the usual grace and elegance. Her warm smile put your mind to rest, and her usual "Good morning, Tim" sounded angelic compared to Cherie's harsh words the day prior.
"You woke up quite late today. Is everything okay, Tim?" she asked, concerned.
At this point, you were about to break into tears. Swallowing your overexcitement, you calmly replied, "Everything is all right now, mom. I just had a nightmare yesterday. That's all."
"You have to tell me more about your bad dreams later. For now, though," she pointed at the wall-mounted clock, "you kids need to go to school! I've prepared some lunch for you, so don't forget to grab them before you go."
"Yay! Mommy's lunch!" Claire energetically exclaimed. She practically jumped out of her chair, took the lunchbox, and rushed full speed towards the garage.
"Wait, Claire!" mom shouted after the sprinting child, "You still haven't finished your breakfast yet!"
"Whatever..." Heather indifferently chimed in, grabbing her lunch bag as well before walking after Claire.
Your mom sighed. "Claire is too energetic, sometimes. Maybe I shouldn't let her eat all these sugary cereals anymore."
You are glad that the typical family dynamic remained even after Cherie's little ploy yesterday. For how long your peace would last, you didn't know, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.
As with your siblings before, so did you, too, grab your lunch bag and headed towards the garage. However, right when you turned your back on your mother, you heard her break into an uncharacteristic cackle.
"Did you enjoy this moment, Tim?"
Every cell in your body froze up instantly. You knew exactly who was behind you, but you still held onto the last shreds of hope anyway. Turning around, your tranquil illusion came crashing down with the wide sneer on your mother's, otherwise, serene face.
"No..." you muttered.
"That little scene was my reward for your hard work yesterday, Tim. You are such a good boy."
You could barely contain your rage, clenching your fists so tight that it hurt. You knew that Cherie was a bitch in school, but you didn't expect her to be this cruel.
Just as you were about to scream, you managed to catch yourself. The walls were too thin to handle your outburst. Instead, you asked as calmly as you could, "How?"
"Hhm?" 'Mom' raised her eyebrow.
"How did you do it? How did you impersonate my mom?"
“I didn’t,” she quickly replied, shrugging her shoulders, “I just jumped into this bitch again. Though, I did discover something totes amazing. Like, I can make her think like everything was her idea and shit. Here, let me show you.”
Smirking, she turned her back towards you. “You’re going to love this, Tim. Mommy here is about to show you something amazing. But first, let me get out of here.”
Suddenly, her entire body shivered. It seemed like Cherie had left your mother, but you weren’t too sure.
“Mom?” you called sheepishly.
“Oh, Tim. I’m so glad you stayed behind. I wanted to show you something.”
“Huh?”
Right when you were about the ask her what she meant, she had already leaned forward, pushing her sizeable ass into your field of vision, and lowered her blue jeans.
Turning her head towards you, you saw a wide grin plastered on her face. “What do you think, Tim? My pussy looks all clean now after a shave, right?” she asked, proudly mooning you and showing off her trimmed snatch.
You, on the other hand, didn’t share her sentiments. There was no way that your mom willingly did this without Cherie’s influence, yet you clearly saw your mother shivering. Also, a quick glance into her eyes revealed that it was indeed your mom in control of her actions. She didn’t stay in control for too long, though, as she froze up once more, with her eye colors changing into that of Cherie’s.
“Aww, the look on your face is too precious” she snubbed, turning around again.
Gently, she placed her dainty fingers on the parting lips of her nether regions, tracing along its dark-pink folds, all while maintaining uncomfortable eye contact with you.
“You know, Tim. For an old hag, your mom here can get as horny as a bitch in heat. Like, damn is she slutty. I basically got myself off all night long yesterday. There was even a point where I had to get out of her body just to calm down. That was also when I discovered this pretty awesome ability. I guess that I was just so fucking horny that some of it had rubbed off on mommy dearest here. And, let me tell you, she got really freaky even without me as the pilot. What’s more, I even made her shave that nasty bush of hers. All I had to do was to think really hard about all the guys I wanted to fuck and how much dick I could get with a neatly trimmed pussy. The rest,” she lifted her hand to point at her crotch, “is, as you can see, history.”
You couldn’t believe your ears. If what Cherie had said was true, then that would take her potential danger to unforeseeable dimensions.
“Don’t worry about a thing, Tim. You and your sisters still have to worry more about school than mommy here. She is in good hands, after all. I’m gonna think long and hard about all the dicks that will slide in and out of this body. But for now, let’s drive you kids to school.”
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