Football Moms Club 02

Jessica continues to transform herself both physically and mentally into a sex-driven milf. She has an agenda: depravity.

The relationship with Brandon gets closer but also more complicated. Borders blur ever more. At the same time an old danger encroaches on her.

What happened before:

Jessica, a freshly divorced mother of 36, moves to a new town with her 18-year-old son Brandon to start a new life. She hopes for peace and reorientation but is quickly drawn into the world of the Football Moms Club--a group of hypersexual, cougars.

Through the week, Jessica encounters Michelle (brash, surgically enhanced, sexually dominant) and Theresa (mysterious, powerful, and perceptive), both of whom are senior players in this seductive underground sisterhood. Brandon her encourages her sexual liberation.

By midweek, Jessica joins a gym, flirts with ideas of becoming a MILF/cougar, and explores Michelle's and Brandon's sexual openness. The line between maternal propriety and taboo curiosity starts to blur.

Sunday, at a football-moms private party that reveals itself as an exclusive sex orgy, Jessica fully embraces her desires. After witnessing her son Brandon have sex with Michelle, she has her own sex encounter with his teammate Gage--openly and proudly.

Monday Morning

Yesterday's events blended into a dream.

In it, Jessica had hovered above a garden. There were young minotaurs playing touch football. Gorgeous women were strolling around in the nude. Occasionally a minotaur and a woman would dance, their bodies merging into one.

Half awake, she rolled out of bed still half in the dream, and stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen nude as she was and started making breakfast looking out into her garden.

Michelle's hot bikini still lay there, indicating that yesterday had not been a dream. 'You wore that thing,' she thought, 'in public! You looked like a slut!' Hubby would have chided her. And she knew she had loved it, just for that reason.

Next week will be another orgy. 'I will not stumble into it unprepared like yesterday. Next weekend a new Jessica will step out into the world.'

In her mind, a plan for this week began to form itself.

While still taking Brandon to school and settling into her new house and finding a job, she would transform herself.

Left over from yesterday her barbecued veggies were also there, prepared by the old Jessica. All a bit dark because the new bikini Jessica got distracted. Today with some garlic and olive oil, they would make a salad like Italian antipasti. Her hands did the chores by themselves, while her mind was in two separate worlds simultaneously. One, this house, job, school, all bricks to lay a foundation of her new life. They meant peace, grounding herself, standing on her own feet again. But the other was pure thrill. 'Transforming myself, I will be both the canvas and the artist.'

Brandon came downstairs for his breakfast, attracted by the sizzle and smell of bacon, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Halfway down when he turned the corner, they widened in surprise. "Mom! Eww, what the hell?! You are naked!"

"Shit, where was my mind when I came down?" But somehow embarrassment was not, rather amusement. She mumbled, "Oops, where was my mind when I got up?" she smiled, her eyes still unfocused like a trance.

"Oh, now I remember. I had a wet dream. No, it wasn't a dream. Someone had sex. I remember that much."

"Seeing you yesterday, man, I just realized this morning how gross this actually is. Yes! I saw my mother suck off my classmate. I am still trying to process that."

"Same-same. I saw my son pounding his mighty erection into the pussy of a milf porn star. You really fucked her right in front of your mother. I thought of running away, but I couldn't. Could not even look away."

"She is not a porn star, she is Jayden's Mom."

"That makes it even worse. You fucked the mom of a classmate. And she sure acts the porn star with all her looks."

"You do too, running around nude," he said, but was unable to take his eyes off her body. And obviously aroused and not embarrassed anymore.

Brandon tried to look elsewhere like walking on a tightrope and trying to avoid looking into the abyss to prevent his mind from swirling. But as you cannot turn your head away from an abyss, he could not keep from stealing glances at his mother's nude body.

"Come on, you weren't shy looking at Michelle's tits yesterday. I know hers are bigger than mine."

"But yours are pointier."

"Aah ha, interesting how you look at your mother's tits? Interesting to hear that. When did you start leering at them, probably not just yesterday!"

Jessica turned towards the stove for bacon and eggs. Without even checking, she asked, "Are you enjoying my derrière? Do you also have a word about it?"

"Mmm-hmm, yes. It is perfect." Brandon regained his confidence and stayed on the tightrope.

"I think, after what we saw of each other yesterday, being nude is not much of an issue anymore, or is it? Do you like what you see?"

"Ok, I admit, you look hot. But you are still my mom," he said, but was not shy of the bulge in his pants.

"Yeah, you keep reminding me. But I am just naked. It's not an issue, not after yesterday. I won't get on you. Just get used to your mom being a free spirit. Kind of like in Europe."

Her tone changed from banter to serious. Brandon noticed and looked at her intently. Jessica went on, "We must talk about something else. I saw a peculiar car in the street when we left the party. It looked like your dad's."

Brandon looked into thin air for a moment, "No, I didn't. He can't have been there. We now live two hours apart."

"You are probably right, but still. It was not just the make, but the color and his 'enhancements' were all there."

They kept arguing if it could really have been Brandon's dad, as they walked to the car and drove to school. Brandon unable to diffuse Jessica's uneasy feeling. But for now she could not do anything.

As they arrived at school, Michelle and Jayden also just arrived behind them at the same moment.

Jayden and Brandon walked off together, and now it was Jessica who strutted with confidence towards Michelle. She handed her the borrowed bikini.

"I need to tell you something odd that happened yesterday," Michelle said.

"Odd? Yeah, you could call yesterday odd. You fucked my son, for starters!"

"So? He is a great fuck, you should be proud of him. Like I am of Jayden." Michelle winked conspiratorially for a moment then got serious: "Please listen; it's something else. Someone broke into my house yesterday."

"What? When? You mean in the afternoon, during the party? OMG."

"Yes, someone forced the back door open. And upstairs a window was open that shouldn't have been. But nothing is missing. It doesn't make sense."

Jessica closed her eyes. The vision of her husband's car and the broken door connected. She shuddered, the idea of her husband sneaking through the house, just as she was shedding her snake-skin of inhibitions made her sick.

"Jessica, you turned all white." Michelle asked, "What is it?"

"Uhm, oh, I have an idea who broke into your house. You see, I saw my husband's car when I left the party. But I was unsure. But now I know it! It was him. It wasn't just the same make, it also had his custom rims and headlights. He can be so extremely jealous... Maybe he was stalking me."

"So he saw what was going on? That's terrifying. You see, some moms in the club are married and want to stay so. Should they be exposed, there will be carnage."

"Let's hope it was not his car, and I am just overreacting."

Projection

Her mind still puzzled, Jessica drove on to the gym. Going in the afternoon to meet men had become secondary since yesterday. Today she was among the real housewives of Portland.

It gave her some object lessons of how women strived to look interesting for either husbands or maybe their future ex-husbands. It involved a lot of body enhancements, tattoos, piercings and, of course, mountains of silicone. Eyes unfocused, the bodies looked like her hentai dream as if it had been a prophecy.

Her mind traveled back to her marriage, and she wondered how naive she had been. But not for very much longer. Hubby had talked of the saint, when in reality, underneath the clothes he wanted the whore.

She admired tramp stamps, but also full neck tattoos. 'Yes, I want to be new. I want to be a hentai cougar. Husband's spying? Doesn't matter, or actually better!' she thought.

While she pumped, she made up her mind, 'I will start tomorrow.'

As she walked out of the gym, she noticed the board with ad cards, the one she had always ignored. Some were from tattoo and piercing artists. Fingers still sweaty and breath still pumping, she picked some to review later.

The last card was close by. An impulse jolted through her mind: 'Ok, should I not check what such a joint looks like? Don't need to decide yet.' A minute later, she drove to the nearby artist's shop instead of going home. Arriving, she stormed in. On a Monday morning it had just opened, the staff was not yet expecting customers and even fewer walk-ins. A bored receptionist turned towards her, the face covered with tattoos and piercings by the score.

'Let me test this bored bitch,' she thought and said, "Can I have my nipples pierced? ASAP?" Oops, the last bit slipped ahead of her mind.

"Uhm, yes, do you want to make an appointment?" The woman at the counter was now awake.

"Yes, when is the next opportunity?"

"Oh, is it that urgent? We have an open slot tomorrow. Can you come in at three in the afternoon?"

"Yes, and you also do tattoos? Can I have a look at your lookbook?" Mouth before mind again.

"Oh yeah, certainly. It comes as an app that can apply tattoos to a photograph of yours. You only need a selfie." She handed Jessica a card with the link.

She had wanted to start planning tomorrow, now she had an appointment.

'For a piercing!' her mind screamed.

Back at home, she called Theresa. She needed support from someone with style, but not so over the top like Michelle.

"May I take you up on your offer to go shopping? You said you'd be my style guide?"

"Certainly! When do you want to go?"

"Can we make it tomorrow? Around lunch at the mall? Please?" she said, and at the same time, she thought, 'I am literally begging her to take me. Why?'

"Fine. At twelve? Ok?"

"Yes, see you. I also need your emotional support for a secret surprise."

"Now you're making me curious."

She spent the rest of the day preparing dinner, wandering round the house. Her knees were weak from the journey she had embarked on. She had to sit down on the edge of her bed. 'Oh, yes, the mirror.' Online or Ikea again? 'I will go to Ikea, it's right next to the mall.'

Then she installed the tattoo app. She took off her top and took a selfie. Heart thudding, she held her head raised. First, she let the app put the piercings in her nipples. Yes, her pointy banana tits were indeed special, and the piercing really stood out. The chain attached to the piercings was dangling freely. She looked back and forth between her current nude unadorned nipples and the image. Now her heart thudded even more, and she felt slightly nauseous. 'Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow I will look like this!'

Then she stopped breathing, and with trembling fingers she selected one of those elaborate neck tattoos. The animation moved a tattoo gun to her throat. Then it started painting. She watched herself mesmerized, how she was transformed. Holding the phone above her, the other hand went to her already wet clit, and she rubbed herself to an orgasm.

Panting, she looked at herself. 'Do I want to be this woman?'. Shaking her head, she went to the window. She gazed out a long time going through pent-up emotions, even childhood memories. Her thoughts were interrupted before she could come to a conclusion, so she settled for a definitive maybe.

"Hi, this is Mary. You know from the church group."

"Yes, of course. What's up, my dear?"

"You said we could talk. I really need to talk to someone, or I will burst." Mary's voice trembled with urgency.

"What's it about? Oh, I guess you want to follow up on your issues."

"My issues with sex. Let's call it by the name. You are the only one I dare to speak to about it," Mary whispered.

"Ok, I don't really know what got me that reputation, but I can try. Do you want to come over on Wednesday? Then no-one else will be around."

"Ok, Wednesday then. Afternoon ok?"

When the call closed, the picture of herself with pierced nipples and an elaborate tattoo pattern reappeared. She saved it and pressed "Print". The inkjet printer at her desk started to rattle, and some moments later she held a picture in her hand that was so realistic, it could have been an actual photo. The background of her bedroom made it even more realistic. Ok, the piercings, given. They are below clothing. But such a tattoo?

On the app, a window popped up - "Try your design as a temporary tattoo!"

'Temporary? Ok. No risk either.' She ordered it, intending to throw it away when it arrived. She stuck the image to the wardrobe. Not the first nude image of her, but the first for a long time. Just an image from an app. Means nothing, she thought.

'Time to get Brandon home,' she thought.

On the way out, she checked herself in the mirror. With a shake of her head, she closed her eyes. 'These clothes will go to the Red Cross tomorrow. Last time I wear them!'

When they got back home, she took the lasagna from the oven, its fragrance of garlic and herbs filling the room.

"How was school today, my boy?"

"Uneventful. I really focused on learning. Had to, just to clear my mind of yesterday's party. But I had a chat with Gage. You can't imagine how awkward it's to hear your mate telling you what a great fuck your mother is."

"Yeah, I know what you're talking about. I heard just that same word about you this morning from Michelle. By the way, someone broke into her house yesterday afternoon."

"No way, really? What thief would break into a house during a party?"

"Nothing got stolen, so I have an inkling that it might have been your father. We will just have to wait if something reveals itself."

"What are you going to do this week, Mom?"

"I'll be out shopping tomorrow with Theresa. And pay a visit to Ikea again. I want one of those mirrors over my bed too."

She bit her lip, not to reveal what else she had scheduled. The thought of the new Jessica surprising Brandon tomorrow, made her all warm and smiling inside.

"I'll also try to get some work as a photographer again. Maybe you can help me set up a website as a wedding photographer."

"I'm not any good at that. Let me find someone at school from the IT interest group."

"Oh great, maybe a prey for the hunting cougar to try its talons on."

"Mom! You will really ruin your reputation."

"Couldn't care less. And someone else has a reputation. Rumor has it that Michelle really has no limits or taboos and fucks her son Jayden? What do you know about it? Isn't that gross?"

"Yes, it is a kind of open secret. But gross or not, all the guys envy him."

"What for? Because of her looks, or because they have a fantasy of fucking their mother?"

"To be honest, both. The thought of getting to fuck your hot mother is really turning guys on."

"Oh, is it? And what about you? Do you want to fuck me?" She had asked too bluntly and too quickly, held her breath, realizing the answer might lead into a direction she did not want to explore.

"Please pass me more lasagna."

"Yes, here comes the lasagna," she said, grateful that he had not answered the question.

"Thank you, Mom. I don't know what I want."

'Not knowing what, is not knowing that not,' she thought.

"Have some salad with your lasagna. I believe pasta really needs the freshness of salad."

But as she passed the salad bowl, their eyes met and bore into the other. The 'what-if' was palpable.

Tuesday

In the night yesterday's dream revisited her. The garden and the minotaurs were there. Now, she was among them. From close the women looked like bimbo hentai dolls. Huge breasts with neon pink nipples, adorned with glittering piercings, tattoos all over their bodies. Looking down on herself, she realized, "I am one of them!"

She woke up. 'One of them? Oh, yes, piercing appointment today. Part of the plan.'

The bimbo image lingered and would not want to go away. 'Bimbo doll? Me? That's a ridiculous male porn fantasy!' Still, the vision made itself comfortable in the back of her mind.

Unlimited sex with horny young men? She already had a score in supply. Today though, not minotaurs, it was Theresa and a full itinerary. But you never knew, maybe opportunities arose. Taking advantage of them was part of the plan.

She spent the morning exploring the market situation for photographers in town. She saw an opportunity, but she would need to hone her skills again and get into marketing herself.

As she went to her room for a moment, she came across the printout of herself with the tattooed neck.

She sat on her bed, looking at it for a long time, trying to fathom who she was or had been long ago or wanted to be in the future.

'No way to hide these tattoos. Bold. No way to go back,' she thought. 'I don't want to go back. I want to go through a trapdoor never to return.'

Before 11, she had already pushed through a now much emptier Ikea. She wore her old clothes for the last time, and by now she realized how they made her invisible. When she looked at a man, even smiling, his view would move on without any reaction. A while ago it would have been what she wanted, or actually what her husband wanted, to which she had obliged. Now it frustrated her. She even stepped into someone's path to make him notice her, and even that did not work. If she still had had any doubts about her transformation, they were gone. She wanted to be noticed, she wanted these piercings. She had to get to that mall and then to the piercing studio!

This was the moment she chained herself to the tip of a rocket and pressed the launch button to go stellar. She had thought the sex with Gage was the ultimate adventure. No, it was just the beginning.

She stored the mirror and full of energy, she rushed to the mall to meet Theresa. She paced back and forth, studying the store layout to find the kind of stores she wanted to visit. By the time Theresa arrived, she had a schedule stored on her phone. She had also pictures of all the clothes she liked that she had seen in the shop windows. Not that it would help her, as Theresa had her own vision for her.

Right after saying hello with a hug and triple kisses on the cheeks, she plunged through the trap door:

"I want a complete remake! Inside out. New lingerie and a new bikini first, then casual dresses, skirts and shorts. Then shoes. And then the surprise."

Opportunity sparks desire

"Oh, someone has a plan," Theresa said. "Fine with me. There is a lingerie shop here. It carries all the hot brands if that is what you want."

"Yes, yes, lead the way." Jessica's excitement was spilling over.

Jessica took her to the first shop. Wild decoration. Loud music like their sons played. The staff, half their age, eyed them in wonder.

But they found what Jessica had been dreaming of in the wee hours of the morning when the wet dreams came. Shortest skirts, tops - skinny and cropped or so sheer they were transparent and unable to hide what was underneath. Sundresses, low necklines.

Her old clothes went into a bag, and she left the store in a light summer dress.

"No trousers before winter," Theresa ordered.

A sisterly connection from the beginning on Sunday had now turned into complete trust. Theresa showed she could be quite bossy, which felt like relieving her from a burden. 'Being made is ok. I have been out of this game anyway. And if it's over the top - not my fault. I can blame it on her,' she thought.

Next was a lingerie shop. If seduction was on your mind, this was a dream come true. After a look around, Jessica settled into the changing room. Theresa brought her stuff, and it was all well selected. Her trust grew into blind acceptance. Once she had her first full set consisting of a push-up bra, garter belt, with matching thong and stockings, Theresa called her to come out. It took her a while to gather enough confidence, but finally she emerged. She was applauded by Theresa and the sales staff who immediately closed down on her. Pulling here, adjusting there.

"How do you feel in these?" Theresa asked.

"Near a heart attack. But so alive! What else have you got? Bring me more!"

"What do you think of this kimono?"

"I think it is quite transparent, and" -- she still blushed -- "exactly what I want."

"You can wear it. You got the body for it. So you want to go further?"

"Yes!"

An outstretched arm reached into the changing room, pushing two items towards her. Once she had them on, she gasped. The panties - crotchless, the bra - a balconette, leaving her nipples exposed. This was beyond sexy. This was porn. But her willingness to follow Theresa anywhere had taken her over completely. And the wild girl she had been long ago, crept out of the shell.

"You want to come out?" Theresa asked, her tone dripping with sweetness.

"No, no! But I'll take them. Come in if you want to see," Jessica answered, panic in her voice.

Theresa slid into the changing room. Jessica leaned against the wall, raised her arms like a diva and in a perfect contrapposto, "Ta daa!"

"Mhhm yes, perfect. You are a hot little girl," Theresa remarked.

"You find me hot?"

"Yes, I can appreciate the beauty of a woman..." The hungry look completed the sentence.

'Another opportunity?' Jessica thought? 'Let's try!'

"Maybe this would fit you too?" she asked. "Want to try it on?"

"Yes, nice idea," Theresa said, stepping out of her clothes.

As she had been guessing on Sunday, Theresa was pierced as well. Both her nipples and her clit had rings in them. While Michelle's were conspicuous and cock-sure, these were fine rings of gold, without further adornment.

Jessica asked, "Michelle's pierced, and you are too. Is that a football mom thing?"

"Yes, the true queens of the club are all pierced."

'Uh, oh,' Jessica thought. 'That raises the stakes. And you are in for a surprise later.'

Her boldness of the Tadaa dispersed. She handed over the set, now plain nude. The power shifted. Jesica put on the bralette, but not the thong. Theresa looked her in the eyes, long and intent. Magnetic heat pulled her close and kissed Jessica. Her hands started to caress Jessica's body. Suddenly she gave Jessica's nipples a twist. Jessica shuddered and an involuntary moan escaped her.

"You like that?", Theresa looked at her questioningly but openly and friendly.

"Mhhhm hmmm. I don't know... Ok, yes, I do."

"You like being exposed? And taken advantage of?"

"Mhhhm hmmm. I don't know... Ok, yes, I do." Jessica was caught. Either admit or lie.

Theresa wrapped her arms around Jessica, pulling her into a kiss.

Her piercings rubbed against Jessica's hardened throbbing nipples. Skin on skin felt sensational.

She deepened her breathing to make the sensation more intensive. Theresa's tongue invaded her mouth, causing her to open it wide. She closed her eyes, snuggling into Theresa, like a warm towel. Only the arms wrapped around her body kept her standing.

"Ever been touched by a woman before?"

"Yes, yes, but long ahhhh-go. Aaah, uhhh," Jessica moaned into the kiss.

Then Theresa rasped in a commanding whisper. "Then, my darling, get on your knees." The arms let her go and guided her as she sank onto her knees, any resistance that might have been was gone.

"Oh, I love, what a good girl you are. And now show me how you can lick!" She spread her legs, to give Jessica access. Craning her neck, Jessica looked at the pierced clit, still just reacting and then slowly flicked the piercing ring with her tongue. Holding on to Theresa's toned ass and massaging it, she remembered how she would have loved to be treated by hubby and gave it to Theresa.

"Yeess, just like that." Now Theresa's knees got wobbly, and Jessica was doing the steadying.

Between her moans, Theresa managed to mumble, "Yes, a good girl and a naughty girl."

Then she shuddered into an orgasm and sunk down the wall.

"Thank you. I will pay that back." Theresa said, while Jessica thought: 'Check!'

After they had composed again, they left with a full bag and went on to the next shop -- shoes, of course. Theresa pushed her on, and in spite of walking wobbly, Jessica tried her first high heels for a decade. In the end, she got two pairs as a challenge to herself. At 2:30, Jessica's watch beeped.

The Queen's Adornment

'Uh oh, the easy part is over. Everything today was just the prelude. Now it's off into the unknown. Is there an emergency exit somewhere nearby?' She thought but braced herself to say: "Theresa, I have an appointment where I would want you to be at my side. I am scared." Jessica went for Theresa's hand.

"Ok, now you make me curious. We got shoes, clothes, lingerie. What else?"

"You'll see. We need to go to this address."

Theresa looked at the card, then at Jessica and back at the card. Finally, she pried into Jessica's eyes, who managed to look oblivious.

"Ha ha, I know the place! The queens of the club are all pierced. That's where we are heading. You want to join the queens of the club!"

"Is it possible to surprise you with anything?"

"Possible, but hard, very hard." To become a club-queen, Jessica would need more than just piercings. Guts.

After a short drive, they stepped into the piercing and tattoo studio. The woman behind the counter looked at Theresa in surprise.

"Oh, Hi Theresa. What brings you in here today?"

"Hi, Jen, actually, this is Jessica she brought me here. She has an appointment."

"Of course the Gran Maestro himself. Only he will suffice, since you are here. Can I bring you something to drink? A coffee maybe?"

"Coffee is not going to be good for Jessica's nerves. Bring us champagne! A glass each, please."

"With pleasure. Please just go through and make yourself comfortable; the Gran Maestro will be with you in a moment."

They went to the next room. Theresa walked in, like she owned the place. Jessica, however, stalled at the door and blinked. The room was like an operation theater. Clean, white-tiled walls, a gyno chair in the center with a floodlight above it. A subtle smell of disinfectant. And 'getting comfortable' would mean climbing onto that gyno chair.

Seeing her fright, Theresa put an arm around her and guided her forward, saying, "what did you expect? Some kind of backyard shed, with dust and spiders?"

"Indeed, we do work to the highest hygiene standards." The Gran Maestro entered the room. A middle-aged man, quite short, cleanly shaven, bald, dressed like a doctor in a white operation coat. Only the tattoos on the back of his hands gave him away.

"Hello, my dear Gran Maestro, may I introduce you to Jessica, she wants to be pierced."

"Ahh, so you're just here for support. You had me almost confused for a moment."

Jen, now also in an operation coat, carried two glasses of champagne, handing them to Theresa and Jessica.

"Enjoy your bubbly, just because we are careful, we are not a hospital, and then please be so kind and make yourself topless," the Gran Maestro said.

"Jen, be so kind and get me two needles and two barbells."

"Already there."

Jessica downed her glass and took off dress and bra. Standing exposed, she felt how a tingle and wetness built up in her pussy. She climbed up onto the gyno chair, hopelessly hoping the wet spot in her panties would go unnoticed. She reached for Theresa's hand and received a reassuring squeeze that helped her to relax. With his latex-clad fingers, the Gran Maestro disinfected her nipples and massaged them until they were hard, which did not help with the wet spot in her panties. The Gran Maestro marked her nipples and then shot the needles through them. The pain was just a very short pang, certainly less than breastfeeding Brandon. A moment later, the barbells were inserted. The Gran Maestro sprayed more disinfectant and placed two circular black plasters over each nipple to protect them.

"Relax, you're done, have another glass of champagne. Just lie for a moment before dressing. Take all the time you need. You are by yourself."

With that she was alone with Theresa while Jen and the Gran Maestro chattered outside.

She focussed on the feeling in her nipples, which were throbbing with a light pain, not entirely unpleasant.

She examined herself in a mirror. The trap door was now closed, the journey towards the bold woman in the image had begun.

"I am going down a rabbit hole very fast." Jessica remarked.

"Yes, don't worry; I am at your side. Now relax, it's your turn to be my toy," Theresa whispered.

"What do you mean? OMG. In here, just like in the changing room?"

"Shut up and relax!" Theresa could be so bossy that Jessica just obeyed, and checked another box.

Theresa's hands pulled down her panties and began to explore the wet flesh spread out before her.

Flying on the rocket, she relaxed her indecently spread flesh and sipped champagne, as she was pleasured by Theresa's experienced fingers.

Two fingers lightly surrounded and stroked her clit. Two fingers pressed against her G-spot applying pressure.

When was the last time someone had unselfishly given her pleasure? Skilled and lovingly.

Her orgasm caused her whole body to spasm.

The feeling of freedom, of friendship, of her own courage overwhelmed her.

She sobbed unrestrained for a minute.

Once she got off the chair, she realized that an examination at her gynecologist would never be the same again.

"Oh my god. What was that? This is so embarrassing," she said.

"Don't worry, the Gran Maestro is used to that. Some even enjoy an orgasm while being tattooed or being pierced," Theresa assured her.

"Did you...?", Jessica asked, but Theresa just smirked, staying silent.

They sat silent for some time longer, holding hands, sipping champagne.

"Thank you for supporting me," Jessica whispered.

"Thank you for trusting me to support you," Theresa whispered back.

"What are we now? Lovers? Friends?"

"Sisters in crime."

When Theresa drove her back to the mall, she closed her eyes, felt the warm sunlight on her skin and the throbbing of her nipples. "What a day, Theresa, my sister to the new Jessica."

"It's been a pleasure for me. I think I was just there to witness the real Jessica coming back alive. And your 'surprise' - wow, I did not expect that at all. Welcome to the piercings club within the football club. See you on Saturday for the game."

From the mall she drove her own car straight to the college to pick up Brandon. After today's merry-go-round, a moment to reflect. 'How's my plan going?' Clothes? Check, Piercings? Check. Sex with a woman? Not on the plan. New. Scary. 'Ok, I seem to be bisexual. No shame, it was good, it was wild.' And thus, according to plan.

Complications

Brandon got in.

"Mom, what a lovely dress! And I see a bag from Victoria's Secret!"

"Yes, I had a great day out with Theresa. Lots of stuff to wear, high heels, my own bikini and a mirror."

"You mean like 'my' mirror?"

"Yeah, I went back to Ikea and got one. Can you help me put it up? Doesn't have to be today."

Getting home, he helped her unload and carry the mirror upstairs. In her room she had left the printout carelessly, and he saw it.

"But mon, what is this?" the mood suddenly changed from playful to tightened. Brandon held up the printout of her tattoo.

"I suggested you go out dating again. But I did not intend to create a succubus!"

Tears welling up, Jessica glared at him.

"This is my body! This is my life! Thank you for your suggestion, but don't you dare impose on me. You would not even exist without me!"

"Fine, turn yourself into Michelle 2.0. Do you want to become a copy of her, so that I fuck you like I enjoyed fucking her? Not going to happen."

"This has got nothing to do with you or Michelle. It has to do with me! You might have triggered it, but this is my journey. And did you get sex today? No, but I got! And it was great. Do you know why? Because it was with a woman!"

Why did she feel the need to tell this to her son? She did not know why, but she wanted to.

"You see? You have gone completely overboard? Who was it? Let me guess - Theresa? Did you make out in the car or a changing room?" Seeing Jessica blush, he went on, "OMG, really!"

Fists and jaws clenched they took off. Jessica to her room, furious but sobbing, Brandon to the kitchen, doing the chores like a robot. Night closed in and the house was a deserted battleground.

Kitchen done, he picked up the printout and looked at it differently from before. He took it, and in his bed he masturbated furiously looking at the image of his mothers pierced tits.

Calming down and shame welling up, he went to her room and pushed the paper underneath her door. He waited a moment and the sheet disappeared as it was pulled inside.

"Good night," he whispered against the closed door.

"Good night," he thought he heard or hoped to have heard.

Wednesday

Jessica lazily opened her eyes just to see the image of herself with a huge neck tattoo.

"Good morning, new Jessica," she said, and in spite of yesterday's fight she forced a smile at the vision of herself.

She touched her breasts to check how they felt. Ouch! Still sensitive.

This morning she put on a sober top and jeans.

But for the first time in years, she put on makeup.

She tried the dark red lipstick.

And a little bit around her eyes.

She felt like a teenager again who had invested all pocket money.

Preparing breakfast with a pounding heart, waiting for Brandon to come down, so she could assess his mood, she thought, 'this is wrong. So wrong. I am the adult here. But I am behaving like a little girl. Like I behaved 19 years ago when I thought I had married into paradise, and it turned out to be hell.'

But Brandon did not come down. She heard him shower for ages, but when he left the bathroom, she yelled: "Brandon, get down here, or you'll go to school without breakfast!"

When he came down a minute later, she was surprised how such a big muscular body could look so small. He did not just look small but also ragged. He shuffled over his plate, hers already eaten while she had waited. She observed him until he dared to look up.

She spoke: "As I said, my life, my body, my journey. It's the only one I've got. If you impose on any of that, like your father did for so many years, you'll go back to your father."

Now Brandon looked up, trying hard to hide the tears, but then succumbing to them. He continued eating until he had recomposed.

"Ok, it's just a print-out, nothing to fuss over really. Your new style is great. Hot -- but not naked like Monday. First time I've ever seen you wear makeup. Yet another change." He said and thought of last week.

"I may have pressed the ignition, not expecting I'd fire up a rocket. Now you're already heading for outer space. Just let me stay on board. Give me a chance to keep up."

His plea let her fists unclench, her tight jaw allowed her a thin smile.

"Thank you, darling, you are so sweet." Relieved, she gave him a kiss. An innocent kiss like she had given him for ever since he had crawled from her womb. An innocent kiss like any mother would kiss her child, reassuring. This time, though, her next heartbeat was heavy and her next breath - shallow. From nowhere, adrenaline kicked in. He smiled like any child feeling appreciated and loved smiles. She sensed more in this smile.

And then it was resolved. She bent over and fully kissed him on his lips. It lasted barely a second. They looked at each other as long as one breath takes, both wide-eyed. He had not shied away. Even this fraction of time had been enough to show that he had responded. Over cornflakes and coffee, pheromones flooded two brains. Neither said anything about it, but both were introspective for a moment as if having to process what just occurred. After a while, Brandon went on.

"Mom, do you have time tomorrow afternoon? I asked Neil to come over to help you set up your website."

"Great, thanks. When will he come?"

"Right after school. Can I have the car today? I need to come home after football practice. Is it ok if I leave you stranded?"

"Mary from the church will be over later, so I won't be stranded. You are so considerate. Any wife that gets you has won the jackpot."

"Aren't you a wife? So I have a wife."

"But I am someone else's wife."

"I don't see that someone else. I only see you and me."

"You are such a smooth talker. You can make anybody's heart throb, even mine."

"That makes two throbbing hearts," he said softly. "But who is Mary?"

"She's from the church group, and she wants to talk about something she can't mention in church. She seems to be sorely missing good sex in her marriage. I have an inkling you might find each other attractive. She is like a pixie, tiny, but a hot bod. Do you mind if I show her your room? I think she'll love it."

"Hot women are always welcome in my room." Now her MILF-hunting boy had picked up a trail.

Another opportunity, how will I do as a match-maker?

"We'll see. And now hop off; you shouldn't be late for school."

After Brandon left for school, she took off her clothes. It was a part of her plan - get comfortable in your body again. In her own house, free, being naked just felt right.

After a dip in the pool, droplets glistening on her skin, she lay in the sun and picked up her phone to set up an appointment for Friday at a hair salon. She still felt like a gray mouse, and that had to change. Brandon had ignited her onto a trajectory towards a sexual and sensual being. She had been swept down a river, sometimes close to drowning. But gradually she became a sailor, setting the course of her transformation consciously, toward a new vision of herself.

She rummaged around the house and selected photos on her computer for the website. But soon she found herself playing with the tattoo app again. It could do a lot more than just apply tattoos. You could try on clothes and hairstyles; lip-fillers here, Botox there. C, D, E, F-cup breasts, muscles. And it directly recommended where to get them. Here in the region, it was surprisingly often the Gran Maestro. 'I wonder if I should try out more of your services,' she thought.

Mary's Desires

Then she rushed to the kitchen to prepare lunch. She just got it ready when a car came up the driveway and Mary stepped out.

Dressed in casual linen culottes, she was petite. The undyed linen against her dark Latina complexion emanated a hippie vibe. At the door, she immediately stepped out of her Birkenstocks and went barefoot. Mary gave her a lively hug around the neck and got on her toes to kiss her welcome.

"Come in, I got lunch ready. But I need to warn you: it's without meat."

"You're veg? Great, I am too. And organic and only local produce."

"Yes, I am. I don't know about organic or local; I haven't researched any sources yet."

"Not a problem. If you want, I can show you where to get all the good stuff that has more taste than the watery supermarket kind. Oh, sorry--I didn't mean... I'm sure your food is tasty. You being veg and all."

"I can surely use some tips for spicy cooking. All I needed to provide to my ex-husband were burgers and pizza."

"Did you know processed food is bad for your libido? It's spices that get your juices flowing. But sometimes even spices won't help. But I like it spicy. I mean, not just food. If you know what I mean."

"I think I'm starting to get the idea."

Mary considered for a moment, then pulled out her phone.

"Let me play you a song. You know Lily Allen? The English singer?"

'Oh, he treats me with respect... He likes to make sure that I'm fine... He never makes me scream... In the middle of the bed...'

"That song just says it all. When I hear it, it's me," Mary said.

"Ahh, ok. I'm getting it."

"And you know what the problem is? I have no one to talk to about this. I--I don't know why I open up to you? I don't even know you. Maybe because you're new here. You said you're on a flight from suppression. I could really connect to that. If I'm wrong about you, just don't betray me. Promise? I know you won't, thank you. I noticed the clothes you wear now -- different, sexy, and you wear makeup, that lipstick so dark like blood -- you didn't last week, I'm sure no cat eyes -- they're hope you might listen, understand -- help. It's about my husband, you met him, He's great -- I love him very much. But you know, he wants the lights out. I mean when we're in bed. He's done after a few seconds. Know what I'm talking about. Was yours like that too? Yes, I see that you know your eyes tell me you know how this hurts. And then I lie there in the dark and cry. I cry and don't make a sound. And touch myself. Choking myself to be still."

"And I see you changing. I can't. I love him, something needs to happen soon. I'm horny, yes, so horny and desperate and just angry. No one even suspects. And when I see young men with strong muscles -- I get the shivers. And something happens down there, it's suddenly all wet. In my mind, I feel those muscles - how they play with me, I strip for them, they use me - just a sex toy. Now you have it. Now I've said it. I want to be fucked. Hard and raw. Until I scream until I beg for mercy and don't get it. That's my secret truth. Don't tell no-one. And I know -- it can't be my husband. I tried talking to him. He will not understand. But I love him. But it can't be him. But who? Someone young and strong! And if they fuck me, what would I be? Why should this be bad? Hurts no-one. But it would let me live on. Where does this need come from - if not from god? I can't tell anyone, not in church, not in the mom group. You're the first, and I thought maybe, just maybe, you get it. And now I cry again. Sorry, sorry. No not"

Silence.

After a while, Jessica said, "Uh, oh. No, I will never betray you," it was all she could say until her mind could catch up, but then went into fast-forward. A wicket thought formed itself.

"Let's have lunch. Are you serious about this? Then I have a story for you. But betray me neither."

Jessica laid the table and served the grilled veggies that by now had marinated in garlic and olive oil.

"Glass of wine with it?" Jessica asked.

"Hmm, wine for lunch. Yes, please, let's indulge ourselves!"

As they were eating, Jessica ran last week's story through her head, reducing it, taking out the football mom club.

"It's funny. A week ago I would not have been able to understand you. But I discovered this week that I have the same itch. And Brandon told me that in his class, there are guys with the matching itch. You heard the word M. I. L. F.? Right? I thought it was a fantasy, but this world really exists."

"So I knew you were the right person to come to. And then?"

"Well, as I said. Keep quiet. I had sex with one of Brandon's classmates. Just as you said. Muscles, potent, horny."

"And Brandon? You mean he is into the type of women we are? Is he into you?"

"OMG, no. But he is into milfs. And I must admit there is some banter and some erotic tension. However, why I brought this up - He might be into you."

"Is that possible? How do you know?"

"Intuition. But let's find out. He is bound to come home soon. Let's take our wine and sit in the garden?"

Jessica in her high heels clattering on the floor, and Mary, barefooted smooth like a leopard, walked outside. Reclining, they lay in the shadows of the awning, shying away from the heat that had built up. Silent, each one processing the revelations that had come out, digging into their emotional shadows.

Mary and Brandon

Soon later Brandon came up the driveway.

Jessica went to greet him at the door and, in sight of Mary, kissed him, again a lingering kiss on the lips.

In the shadow of the silent hallway, she whispered into his ear.

"Mary is here. It's as expected. She wants to fuck a young stud."

He whispered back: "Are you suggesting...? "

"That if you like her, you should show her your room and let her look at herself in your mirror as you undress her."

"Mom, you are terrible."

"I know," she smirked, "you said that before. Honestly, it is terrible fun. Cougar training cougar. And she likes it if a man takes charge."

They walked onto the garden terrace across the hot wood and into the shade, where Mary sat looking expectantly at Brandon. Observing both their eyes, Jessica observed the moment when both eyes widened just a fraction, indicating that they liked what they saw.

"Brandon, take my seat. Let me get you a drink as well. Wine or iced tea?"

"Wine that early? You two are shameless."

"Iced tea then. And you are right, we are shameless. In more than one respect. I presume you will take care of Mary in every respect, as I get the tea."

They both watched as Jessica disappeared inside. Then looked at each other. Both let their eyes wander over the body over the other.

"It looks like you're doing sports."

"Yes, I play football."

"And all the cheerleaders dream of you, don't they?"

"Maybe, but cheerleaders are not my type. They are too young. I like women who are a bit more experienced."

"Experienced? Like what?"

"Experienced like - older. Like more open-minded."

"Older?"

"Yeah, your age." He grinned widely, letting it sink in. "And what is your taste in men?"

Mary hesitated visibly, averting her eyes up to the sky. Just a while ago she had blurted out what she wanted. But now?

"I have got a husband."

"So you have. But he is not here. And I have other things in mind than marrying. So if you could describe your fantasy, what would it be?"

"It, it..."

"Yes, I am listening."

"It would be a lot like... you." Her dream fantasies flooding her, this might become real.

"You know my fantasy? It would be a lot like you. Want to explore?"

"Explore what?"

"Fantasies. Each other. Or, do you know what I think? I think you don't want to explore. You want to be explored."

"Could be."

Jessica came back with a glass of iced tea, the ice cubes clinking. She handed it to Brandon.

"So what have you two love birds been up to? What 'could be'?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Ok, nothing? Really?"

"Speaking of nothing. Mary has seen nothing of the house yet. Why don't you two go and explore it?"

Brandon got up. "Mary, follow me."

"Yess, ssir," she smirked.

His dominant vibe grabbed her, this fantasy became real.

She followed Brandon.

A small voice in her mind spoke up: 'Mary, what are you doing? Are you going to cheat on your husband now? Are you ready for that? After some sweet-talking chat! Can you trust him?'

Another soundless voice spoke: 'This is it. That is what you have been dreaming of when you cried yourself to sleep. Such a chance will never come back. And hub will never know.'

'But I will know,' the first voice answered. 'Will I ever be able to look him in the eye with conviction?'

Looking at the broad shoulders of Brandon in front of her gave the answer. But her barefooted steps became slower and lighter until they almost floated.

"We have been here for only a week. Not all is decorated yet."

"So show me your room."

As they entered, Mary could not help but gasp. The bold painting of a nude woman on the wall, the ruby red sacrificial altar of Brandons bed.

Brandon threw himself on the bed. "Come."

She followed him to the bed cautiously. Sat on the edge until Brandon pulled her back. She discovered the mirror and instinctively closed her eyes.

They both lay on the bed, their sides barely touching, not moving for a while. Brandon looked at Mary through the mirror, sensing the energy draining from her. She looked like a frightened child next to him, even though she was twice his age.

"Your eyes are closed. Don't you want to see us?" he asked.

"Looking at you would be too dangerous. And I don't want to see me."

"Why not?"

"I would see a woman about to commit adultery, to cheat on her husband whom she loves."

"So you don't want to continue?"

"No, not today. This is too fast."

"I am fine with that. I am not desperate. But you should open your eyes. See the beautiful woman lying here."

"You can't imagine how much I would like to make love to you. Here in this room, so sensual. Observe you, observe me. Take our time. All that which I don't have at home, can't have!"

"Why can't have? Have you tried? You have the right to be happy."

She did not answer, instead she turned to hug him and started crying into his shoulder. Brandon just wrapped his massive arm around her and held her. Her small body almost disappeared under his muscles. She deeply breathed his male scent and almost changed her mind after all.

"Thank you," she sobbed. "Being here makes me happy. And it shows me my unhappiness."

Hesitantly she opened her eyes. Now she saw not an adulterer but a small fragile girl tucked into strong caring arms. The image was so beautiful, another wave of tears welled up. Happiness in unhappiness.

Jessica, curious, sneaked up the stairs. When she heard Mary sob, she came in, ready to fight, to scold her son for being insensitive or cruel. As she saw the scene, she quietly retreated and waited.

A while later, she heard footsteps on the stairs. Brandon carried Mary down and laid her on the couch. Then he went outside and brought her wine. On the way back, he gave a harsh look at his mother, his jaws tightening as if to say something. But then he only shook his head and pointed an accusing finger at Jessica.

"Jessica," Mary said, "that was close. If Brandon had kept pushing, I would have destroyed my marriage." She gulped down welling tears.

"Brandon, I would have loved it if you had taken and fucked me. And it would have killed me."

Then she was silent, lying on the couch, then contouring her pixie body. She raised her glass to them.

"But we are not done yet. I might come back if you still want me."

"I am here for you to talk, whenever you want. I believe you have some serious thinking ahead of you," Jessica said.

"Yes, I have to. And some serious talking with my husband. Wish me luck."

"Not so much luck, but strength."

"May I take you up on that offer to talk?"

"Yes. I did not offer it lightly. I have been through the same hell. And it's not something you want to tackle alone."

And to Brandon: "And if it is ok with you, I might come back to watch myself screaming in that mirror of yours."

With that, Mary went home, walking softly in her old sorrow and her new happiness.

Looking after her, Jessica sighed. "I think I got carried away. The idea of playing your cougar wingman was just too much fun. But I was playing with fire. I'm not Michelle after all."

"I told you not to go overboard, still you keep rocking the boat. But maybe it is good as it is. And if Mary decides to come back after all: Rrrr!" Brandon said.

Thursday

As Jessica opened her eyes this Thursday morning, looking up to the ceiling, she saw herself. She reached for her neck as if she could assure it was there, but as she realized it wasn't, she felt somewhat disappointed. Stepping out into the world as this bold woman would feel great.

So she got up as usual ahead of Brandon or everybody like she had done all her married life to make breakfast. She made sure the t-shirt she wore would hide her nipples. Not the time to reveal them yet. The week's agenda had Neil for today. Website, job, foundation building. But maybe the other agenda could progress too? Weren't cougars seducing young men?

'Could be a fun experiment,' she thought.

When Brandon came down, he sleepily confided, "I dreamt of Mary. She is hot. You think she'll come back?"

"Don't know. Maybe she can talk to her husband, now that she understands how intense her needs are, she might muster the courage. And if he does not respond, she might come back. She will come back."

"You're right. And thanks for being my wingman. Even though I was overrun."

"Sorry for that. You wanna take the car today? I'll just be home until this Neil comes."

"Oh, thanks, that's great."

She walked him to the door like she had walked her husband to the door while she was still a wife. They stood for a moment unsure. Then he hugged her and kissed her fully on her lips. Not like a child, but like a lover. He responded and in sync their lips opened. Just a tiny bit, a hint that there could be more. Before the 'more' could happen, she slapped his bum. "On your way, young man," she said.

"See you later, my girl," he winked. "I love you."

"I love you too, my strong man," she said.

The words resonated, like their kisses had taken a different form, these words were changing their meaning.

But what kind of love is this now? It's not romantic, and it is not just motherly love. Or is it just lust?

She went back sitting with her macchiato, observing the sunlight diffused the early morning haze.

Still soft but unstoppable towards a bright hot day.

'He understood me,' she thought, 'saw my needs clearer than I saw them myself. And he acted upon them. And we are building a nest here. A funny nest though.' She could not help to think of two beds with mirrors overhead, clearly not made for just sleeping in them.

'We spend our weekends together, with a wild shared hobby, seeing each other in intimate situations like few others. He pushes me to present myself more attractively. For whom? What if it is for himself? To have me as his girl.'

Abruptly she got up, her hands wiped the thoughts from her face and went upstairs. She examined the mirror still resting propped against the wall. With a sigh, she shoved the bed aside, got a ladder and drilled four holes into the ceiling. Four screws through the wooden frame and she was done. She stuck the printout back on the head of the mirror and lay beneath it. The mirror now showed the image, with her real body extending it to a life-like vision.

'My girl,' the words took anchor in her mind and pulled up images of first kisses, hopeless love and a trembling heart. 'He has brought up the word, so this is in his mind. Girl!' she thought, and her heart trembled.

Then she went to the bathroom and removed the plaster from her nipples. They were still tender, but not hurting anymore. Touching them sent a tingle through her body. She applied some ointment and went back. Now the image was so convincing, it made her jump up and go downstairs. She started fumbling with the espresso machine to distract herself. Her original Italian portafilter machine shone in polished chrome, and operating it always gave her a moment of meditation. Then she sat sipping more soft crema, letting the sun help the healing. One hand began tenderly playing with the tiny metal spheres, her other hand found her clit, and she had an orgasm that went through her whole body further than ever before.

Lightly footed, she pranced through the house, enjoying the freedom to try out how she felt in the extreme clothes Theresa had imposed on her. One could barely call them clothes, for lack of cloth, rather getups. So what? She was alone. Some frayed jeans-hotpants cut very low. And a sheer mesh top allowing her piercings to poke through contrasting her dark areolas. After tidying, she went back to the body modification app. It was addictive.

More and new modifications that with her confused state of mind broke into one open door after the other. It had a hypnotic effect to observe yourself turn into a porn star. She gave herself boobs like Michelle's and then increased the size until she looked like a bimbo with the unreal pink nipples that had appeared in her dream.

At midday, the mail arrived with the tattoo. She did not know where to put it, her inner turmoil still raging. The app showed where this could lead and like that she couldn't go to any church meetings anymore without causing confrontation. The tattoo hung over the garbage can for a long time, then it went into her bag into a hidden side pocket.

Her bare nipples warmed by the sun's increasing intensity. She went to the window to feel the heat, the sensation of being almost nude became natural. She pulled the jeans up into her crotch, the rough denim wetted as it was wedged between her slick cunt lips. She smiled wickedly.

Freewheeling, she forgot time until she heard Neil. Panicking, she pulled a sweater over her head, knowing she would be too warm in it.

Cougaring Neil

Neil was indeed the nerdy type she had envisioned. Good that she wore the sweater, otherwise he might have run away. But he was not the unkempt nerdy type. He held some attraction, and he seemed to know it.

"Good afternoon, Mrs Owen. Brandon told me, you need some help setting up a website?"

"Hi Neil, Brandon told me you are brilliant with computers and software. Please come in." She hugged him warmly, which he responded with some hesitation but then pulled her in after his analytical mind realized it should be ok.

"Just call me Jessica. It's just the two of us here. And the Missus stuff makes me feel so old. Like Mrs Robinson." She winked conspiratorially.

"The one from the movie?" he asked, and she could see his mind processing the hint.

She was fully aware, she was ticking off boxes. Piercings, sapphic sex, matchmaking. If it came her way, she tried it. Every day another adventure. And now Neil had come in the way of the cougar-in-making. And she decided to go for it, that was him.

"Sit down, make yourself very comfortable. Has Brandon told you? I want to work as a photographer again, for weddings and portraits. So I need a website."

She sat straight across from him, only then realizing what kind of shorts she wore. But then it was already too late. Her heart, invisibly beating, she gave up and let her legs fall apart, the thin strip of Jeans between her legs hiding little. And too late again, she remembered that she probably had a wet stain down there. 'Damn, and now it gets even wetter.'

Trying hard to hold his composure and to avoid devouring her with his eyes, he answered, "yes, Brandon told me. I have already looked up the options, I think you should start with Insta plus a proper website with the business info."

"Great, great. I am sure you know all the right ways to promote myself. I was just having coffee, you want one too?"

Without asking, she jumped up. That dare fired her up, and she almost regretted the sweater. Teasing Neil would be an experiment. And experimenting always fascinated her.

'Let's see how he reacts?' she thought and bent over the machine to give Neil a good look at her barely covered ass. The chrome of the machine mirrored that she had Neil's gaze exactly where she wanted it. Between her legs. When she returned with the tiny espresso cup, he lowered his eyes, his cheeks quite red.

'This cougaring is so much fun,' she thought. 'Lemme try if I can pull off the old classic it's-hot-in-here stunt.'

"Shall we go over to the computer and start?"

She placed him in front of the monitor and sat next to him. When he tried to move away, she said, "No, no, you stay in the center, you are driving this," smirking at him ironically. Neil went to work.

Breathing shallow, because of her closeness, he announced a while later: "Ok, now you have a basic website." He managed to utter, feeling Jessica's warm breath on his cheeks, hot to him. "On the front page you can add some text about yourself, and here's a gallery for your sample images. You can even password protect them."

"Password protect them? Why? Oh, you mean if I have indecent images? I am shocked that you think I take dirty pictures?" She asked in a low tone. "But you judged me right. The quickest way to rid a woman of her clothes is a camera." She looked into Neil's eyes, smiling about this classic porn proverb.

"And for the text, can't I use one of these AIs to write me one?"

"You could, but you shouldn't. They all sound the same. And they would never do you justice. Your own voice will be less perfect but more effective."

"If you say so. You are the expert. How would you describe me?"

Neil looked at her completely at loss.

"Come on, close your eyes and just say the word that comes to your mind when you reopen them."

He actually closed his eyes, reopened them, swallowed, "Hot."

Now she had him hooked and started to reel him in. This game of cat and mouse made her so alive, she could not stop, only power forward.

"I agree it is really hot in here. And it is getting hotter by the minute. Is it the day, or is it... us?" She smirked at him.

"I think it is not the day," he said, wiping non-existent sweat from his forehead.

"Shall I take this sweater off? I don't know why I put it on in the first place. Aah, now I remember, I don't wear much underneath. But I think you won't mind seeing my tits?" she said, not a question but a statement.

"Uuhm, I don't know, they are your... aah... tits."

She pulled the sweater off, now in her sheer top, pointy peaks stretching the material, dark areolas visible and four pieces of metal adorning her nipples. Neil tried hard to keep his eyes on the monitor, but failed.

"Mhhm, thank you. That was easy. Wasn't it? Now, how does the gallery work?"

"That's easy, click here, and you can just drag images from your computer into the folder. It will then arrange and display them nicely."

"Oh, great, even I should be able to do that. Shall we put in some pictures? Yes? Here let me help you." She put her hand over his to direct the mouse.

"Here are the sample wedding pictures, here the portraits and here the nudies." She leaned in until her mounds engulfed his arm and clicked on the last folder. An array of women in all states of undress popped up in front of him.

"Look, some of them are actually of me." She moved his hand with the mouse to one of the pictures and enlarged it. "But this was before I got my nipples pierced. Look."

Mesmerized, he turned towards her as she pulled up the top to expose her mounds. "You like them?"

"Um, oh uh, oh, yes," he mumbled.

Now she was in full porn mode. He had probably watched hundreds of scenes like that. The old images of herself nude and the images on the app where she looked like a porn star overlaid in her mind, and she just felt in character.

"Let me check how much you really like them?" grabbing his hard on through his pants and squeezing she talked like a porn script and enjoyed it.

"Aah, yes, you must really, really like them a lot. And I like the way I feel here." She squeezed harder against his hardness, feeling the twitch in her grip.

"Have we discussed how you will get paid for the hard work you put in?"

"Uhm now, we haven't. I didn't expect any payment."

"Ok, then let me just reward you. Is that ok?" The porn script in her head ignored any resistance she could have.

And it said: Pull the top completely over your head and open his pants.

She pulled down his pants, revealing him to be shaven and well-hung. 'Whoa, looking the nerdy geek but underneath a freshly shaven cock, ready to fuck,' proper porn, she thought.

"Hmmm, beautiful, and it is soooo big, really the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. And I love that you're smooth." She smirked at him widely, leaving him confused over irony or reality.

She bent forward to the second cock in one week. Curious, she extended her tongue and started tickling the head. The salty taste was pleasant. She filled her mouth with it, engulfing the whole cock. The sensation of his twitching cock in her throat. A lot more aware of what she was doing this time, she bobbed, rotated and sucked. Now he became a helpless actor in a movie like he had seen so many times on Pornhub.

His shyness was displaced as the same script took over Neil's head. He grabbed her head and pushed it down on his cock until she drooled spit that ran down to his balls. He increased the pressure until her head yielded, and her throat widened to take his cock all the way down until she touched base. Now she didn't just drool but started to retch. She managed the strength to push her head up for a moment, coughing to catch breath and to gush a wave of slobber and spit over him.

"Take my tits," she rasped. As he did, she cried out: "Aah careful! They're still raw."

When he massaged the base of her breasts towards the nipples and then tenderly grazed over them, her whole body shuddered.

'Oh... my... God. That feels brutal!' she gasped, inhaling sharply.

She kept working on his cock. The twitching got rockier, her head locked in place by his hands. Then she sucked hard, milking his shaft, and her mouth filled with hot cum. She pulled back and opened her mouth to show him how it overflowed with white liquid. A lot dripped onto her breasts. The rest she gulped.

Neil looked at this scene and could not believe it. Returning from the script, he just gaped at her. Was this real? Do these things happen to normal people? But Jessica was still in her script and that said - next scene. Before he could think further, Jessica continued and grabbed him by his hand and dragged him into her bedroom, kicking off her panties on the way. In the bedroom, she pulled off his shirt to get him fully naked. A whitish body, no muscles like her footballers had, more like a pale stick. But then this amazing cock, looking out of proportion like a cartoon. She pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. This was porn, and she wrote it.

"You have a mirror over your bed? Wow. I never believed that to really exist."

"It's so much fun. And what do you see?"

"I see an image, it's unreal. Never ever would I believe this to happen to me. And I see that I need to get a tan."

"Pssst, this is a porn movie we are enacting, and you are in it. Just lay back and watch!"

Nodding, smiling, she squatted over his still hard cock and lowered herself onto it.

It went so deep, she felt impaled, and she loved it.

She swerved her hips back and forth, sensing the smoothness of his shaved skin against her erect clit, her juices joining the pool of liquids from the face fucking.

He watched in amazement.

"Don't forget the tits," she reminded him.

He kept at what he was doing earlier. Grazing her oversensitive nipples very lightly. Even as light as it was, it hurt. And then the pain overflowed into lust.

"Yeeeesss," with a ghoulish scream she came, and the pain pulsing from her nipples had pushed her over.

She started to scream and screamed until at the end she let herself drop next to Neil, panting. She looked up, taking them both in. She saw herself as a new woman. Fucked well, goo glistening on her face, cum drooling down. She closed her eyes, tuning in to her wet sticky skin and her dripping pussy she felt as a strand of liquid made its way down her thighs. She let her roleplay performance fade to contentment cuddling with Neil and wiping her face against his back.

After some time she whispered, "Neil, I think the website might need regular updates from you in the future. Don't you think so?"

"I hope my... service package pleases you." He managed to stay in character, scared by his own cockiness.

Jessica laughed out, a warm purring laugh. "I'll hold you to it. Yeah, you must come back for... maintenance. You are pretty good at... tech... support."

Now that the scene was complete and recorded in their memories, Jessica helped him collect his clothes, walked him straight to the door and managed to clean herself just before Brandon arrived.

"Hi Mom," he said, rushing in.

In perfect sync, as if they were lovers, they fell into each other's arms. Jessica looked up at him, opening her mouth. And as she hoped, he kissed her the same way.

"Welcome strong man," she said, letting her breath sound breathless and massaging the massive muscles of his shoulders.

"Welcome, my sweet girl," he answered. That word spun in her head.

"I like that," she said, and at his questioning cheeky look, added, "being your girl, and being kissed with love." She looked at him, and the way he paused, as his eyes went introspective, told her these words had been on his mind too during the day.

"Now, my lovely girl, how did it go with Neil?" he asked. "I just saw him taking off in a rush as if he would not want to talk to me?"

"Oh, it went very well. He is such a smart guy. He has set up my website already. I can go on the market now!"

"And I have been at work in my room. I got a porn mirror too now." She grabbed his hand and hustled him towards her bedroom, pointing at the ceiling.

Except Brandon's eyes fixed on her ruffled, damp, stained bed. Scratching his chin, he looked at it, raising an eyebrow. She followed his gaze, blushing.

"Mom... Neil? This? Jeez. He's such a nerd!" - 'Still, she has beaten you to it,' he thought.

Jessica tried her most innocent look. "You mean Neil? Oh, I really cougared him well. And never judge a book by its cover. Not much of a tan, I agree, but balls that kept on giving."

"You ah, cougared him? New word in your vocab. So how or what is this 'cougaring him'?"

"I seduced him. Well, it wasn't a subtle sophisticated seduction. I stripped while he worked, I blew him, and then I had him fuck me. After all, I had to pay him for the hard work he had."

"Aah, that's the reason he was in such a rush."

"Ok, enough. Let's go downstairs. What does my man want to eat? And how about a massage from your girl?", love poured from her.

"Make me a steak. Rare. I want muscle food." She obeyed with a smile, nodding.

"Yes, Sir, I will. Isn't there some football on the telly tonight?"

"Mom, you never cared about football," he said, walking towards the stairs.

"Maybe your mom didn't care, but now as your girl, I'd like to understand what my man does on the field." The words flowed from her with ease. They said what her heart wanted to be. The girl of a strong man.

He stretched out on the couch, switching to the sports channel. He did it as the one who owned the couch, who had designed the rooms, and his girl had followed his example.

"Bring me a drink, girl!" He called out. She raised her head. That was the tone that had made her fall in love with her ex-husband. And it worked again. It was like coming home when she served him a scotch on the rocks.

It was so enticing to think that it was not his mom who rummaged in the kitchen behind him but rather his girl. He closed his eyes and let the emotions of the change since this morning reverberate through his body. Then he opened his eyes again and looked at his girlfriend, and the emotions turned to feelings of love. While the food simmered, she came up behind him and started massaging his neck. He tried to pick up the smell wafting over from the kitchen and raised his head for that.

She came close to his ear and whispered, "... might smell unusual. Hear the sizzle? I want my man to be strong and grow muscles."

Then she reached down and massaged his breast muscles gently. As she brought the plates and sat next to him, she asked again, "tell me about the game. I know where the linebacker is. What do you do?"

"Watch here, you see the linebacker trying to intercept and stop the running back. That is what I do. When I get him, he's mine."

"Like me," she said, looking him in the eyes.

"Yes, like you are mine now, my girl."

"Yeah, but today I scored. I am one up, my boy," she felt the urge not to let this get out of hand.

"And you obviously ticked off another box of your cougar agenda. I won't get used to it. I just hold on for the ride."

When she sat next to him, close, her hand playing his knee, he leaned back, his shorts bulging from his erection. He was not shy about it. Neither was she; looking at it, smiling. But both left it at that, their feelings more emotional than erotic. They sat there long until the game was over and Jessica had followed every move of the linebackers.

As they went upstairs, he said. "Each in his own bed." Not a question, a statement.

She went to her room, both disappointed and relieved.

Friday

A front had moved over the house during the night.

Gusts of wind slammed shut her window, and then it turned into rain. She had listened to the sough of the raindrops and had gotten up when the first gray of dawn made contours visible. For almost an hour she had leaned at the window trying to make sense of the shift that happened yesterday. From mom to girl, from son to man. This was not just a shedding of her old shell; she was pushing herself into a new role. Or was it an old role? After only ten days of freedom, she was about to give it up, just because hormones were taking over.

As the light grew brighter, she lay in her bed and talked to her image in the mirror. All she saw in the bleak light was a grayish figure that could be molded into anything. 'You are molding yourself into something you would not have liked nineteen years ago,' she said to the gray figure.

'Don't get carried away again. If you are his girl, then you will end up in his bed,' she thought. 'You were close yesterday. If he had said: "Come with me," you would have come.'

The thought made her twitch. And to her dismay, it also made her wet, which she decided to ignore.

Sleep came back for a few hours. Still dog-tired, she put on long sweatpants and her sweater, then stumbled downstairs to make breakfast. Brandon came down when the smell of bacon reached upstairs.

"Good morning, Mom." One word just said it all.

"Good morning, Brandon."

She piled the bacon and eggs on his plate as she had done for years. "Here you go. You must grow and get strong."

He dug into it. "You remember, we've got an away game this weekend. It's an evening game on Saturday. We'll take the bus and stay overnight in a hotel."

"So no football party then?" She sounded disappointed.

"Not a party, but a room lottery."

"Let me guess, the moms are the prizes of the lottery? Thrilling. And if you win me?"

"Not gonna happen, the drawing system prevents it."

"Good to know, I wouldn't be ready for that."

"Neither would I."

"I'll drop you off in the car today. Need to go get my hair done." She didn't tell him there was more on her agenda. Things she had committed to during the hours at the window, when the spray of the rain had washed her face.

As they walked to the car, they held hands, both their hearts beating strongly.

At school, with nobody watching, they stole a kiss. Short, but intense.

"Have a nice day," he said as he got out of the car, "... girl."

She drove off, glad that some but not all of yesterday had been reset.

Mireille

Her first appointment took her to the hair salon. She arrived as the first customer and entered together with the hairdresser. Still dark inside, the smell of hairspray and cologne welcomed her. When the lights went on, she looked at an old-style decorated room: leather seat pedestals, mirrors framed in dark mahogany.

"Welcome... Jessica. My name is Gerard. I am here for you today. Over there you have my lovely colleague Mireille. So what have we got? Ah, extensions. In platinum. And a side sweep wave. Retro. You will look so lovely, my dear."

"Yeah, I want to look like a mixture of Debbie Harry and Taylor Swift."

"Debbie Harry of Blondie fame? Punk's not dead. Let me put those two on the playlist."

Jessica leaned back, closed her eyes and let Gerard work on her head. This would take a few hours. She heard the doorbell ring and someone enter, who was welcomed by Mireille's dark, smooth voice.

"Good morning, sir."

"I came for Mireille," Jessica heard the man say.

"Yup, that's me. What can I help you with?"

"I want a shave," he hesitated. "I heard you also do, let me put it that way, certain special services."

"I do indeed. Just take a seat, I will be right with you."

For a while she heard Mireille work and then say, "Just go ahead to the back, I will be with you in a moment."

When Mireille returned, she casually charged her customer $650. $50 for the shave and $600 for the special.

*"What?"* she thought.

Jessica drifted off into a weird dream. In it, she followed Mireille to the back. The special consisted of Mireille giving her customers a blowjob. As the dream went on, Jessica stayed in the back, and customers came in, and she gave them blowjobs too.

She woke up a while later just to see Mireille stepping through the back door licking her lips.

By now Gerard was almost finished and worked with the hair blower on her side wave.

"How do you like it?" he asked.

"Just what I imagined. Perfect."

"Okay, now your eyebrows next. I see retro as well. Thin lines like Pamela Anderson. I always loved that look."

After a few more minutes of work, Jessica got up. Mireille also cashed in on her, and Jessica took a closer look. Slender, but otherwise not exceptional-looking. She wondered what those specials really were.

"You wouldn't want to know," Mireille whispered.

"What would I want to know?"

"What the specials are? I can see the question marks in your eyes. Think dirty, think liquids, smelly dirty liquids..."

Completely confused but refreshed from her sleep, she left the shop as Debbie's older sister. It was already past 12, so she grabbed something to eat and went on to her next appointment.

Body Transformation

It was the Gran Maestro again. Jen welcomed her like an old friend with kisses on the cheeks. "How are your piercings? Healing well? I'll check them right away. Just go ahead. Champagne again? Or coffee?"

"Coffee, please," Jessica answered and proceeded towards the gyn-chair in the next room, taking off her top; an act that three days ago had required all her willpower.

Jen followed and examined her nipples. As she fiddled with the piercing, Jessica shuddered and an unexpected moan escaped her.

"They work like magic, these little wires, don't they?" Jen said. "And they are healing well. All good."

"That's a relief," Jessica answered.

"But something else brought you here."

"Yes, can you apply a temporary tattoo that I got through your app? Here it is." She handed Jen the sheet with the printout. "It shall go on my neck."

Jen looked at the sheet. "Wow, that is a beautiful pattern. We will look like sisters. Let me start by cleaning your skin."

A few minutes later, Jen was done and handed her a mirror.

'Yeah', Jessica thought, 'I have been looking at the image of this woman for a few days now. And now I am her.'

"This will stay on for about two weeks until the top layer of your skin has renewed itself," Jen informed her. "And when you like it, come back, and we will make it permanent."

"I don't know about that yet."

"That's what they all say. But when it's gone for a few weeks, they want it back. You are the type, I know."

Why did other people again seem to know her better than she herself?

"You have some more on your menu, I see. The Gran Maestro will be with you in a moment."

She waited, sipping coffee, looking at herself until he swept in.

"Jessica, back so soon. What a pleasure! Are you on your way to becoming a regular? And how you have changed! I am impressed. It becomes you so well."

He took a syringe from the kidney tray Jen held up. After she had put away the tray, she held Jessica's hand just like Theresa had done.

"3ml? You must be aware that this will already give your lips a noticeable fake look," the Gran Maestro said. "Are you sure you want it? I must ask."

"Yes, I have looked at it in your app. I want them to be noticed."

"Good. Let's begin then."

She closed her eyes. This was it.

The piercings were under her clothes and could be taken out easily. The tattoo could be scrubbed off in a day. These lips would last at least for months. And they were prominent. Everyone would notice them. She felt nauseous, as if at the top of a bungee jump, looking over a wide landscape and into the depths.

"Make it four," she said, astonished to hear the animal within her speak as Jessica.

"Sure?" the Gran Maestro asked.

She nodded. And it was herself, now steering the rocket.

"Fine. Jen, give me the 4ml."

Jessica braced herself for the sting of the needle, anticipated it and found herself looking forward to it.

When the pinprick came with its pain, adrenaline rushed through her, followed by endorphins. Now that this was her second visit, she allowed the arousal to rise without shame. Her free hand reached down, pushed aside her underwear, and began to stroke herself. A moment later, she felt another hand join hers, Jen's fingers probing her vulva deftly.

With each stitch to her lips, her panting grew louder as she struggled to keep her mouth open and relaxed.

Her mind split. One half focused on the ache in her lips, watching from above: her legs spread indecently widely in the chair, pierced, penetrated, transformed. The other half focused on her pussy, desperate for release that wouldn't come.

As the Gran Maestro finished his work, the pain ceased, leaving her empty and aching. At that moment, Jen dug her sharp fingernails into her clit.

The pain struck and waved through her whole body. Her mind fused back together. She screamed and howled as the orgasm tore through her.

When she managed to open her eyes, the Gran Maestro was gone.

Jen's smiling face descended to kiss her.

Despite the soreness of her lips, their softness and fullness felt amazing.

Jen's tongue gently caressed them tenderly, pushing her towards another climax.

Jessica kept frantically massaging her clit until it took her.

Breathing shallowly, high on endorphins, she lay still. Jen tidied the room silently and left.

Jessica lay there after her rebirth. In a moment she would step out into the world as a new Jessica. Another stratum added to herself. Child, nymph, wife, prisoner... and now? A woman bearing little resemblance to the person that left her house this morning. Now: succubus.

Eventually she got up and went forward to the counter where Jen stood facing away from her. The angel wings she had tattooed on her back were visible above the low-cut top she wore. Then Jen turned towards her, and Jessica shrieked in surprise.

Jen's eyes were now completely black. No pupils, just black spheres. Jen smiled, which with these eyes caused her to look even more haunting. And her teeth had four long fangs. She had turned herself into a vampire.

"What do you think of black contact lenses?" Still the friendly voice, though.

"Ouch, you gave me a fright. How do I use them?"

"Very simple. You can wear them like sunglasses. Put them in and take them out at any time. Just don't wear them when driving at night. And the fangs are glued on."

"Ok, give me a pair of those contact lenses as well."

"And as a courtesy, here is some matching makeup. Shall I put it on for you?"

Before Jessica could think twice, her now totally black eyeballs were surrounded by even more black mascara creating dramatic cat eyes. Her lips were painted dark blood-red. She got glam model cheekbones, she never knew she had.

Jen was a master at selling. "Have you considered jewelry to compound your look?"

Jewelry! In her suppressed years she had given up wearing jewelry. "No, I haven't, but now that you mention it, yes!"

"How about a punk style that matches your punk-inspired hairstyle?"

A moment later Jen had her in front of a glass counter, pulling out drawers. The stainless steel implements she dropped onto the glass counter landed there with a loud metallic clang. Jessica picked two long chains to be wrapped around her wrists and one necklace consisting of razor blades. She added a complete set of finger rings in a barbed wire look.

Jen helped her to put them on, then sent her on her way.

Stepping out was as much of an emotional rush as she had expected. Even though the parking lot was empty, walking across it through the remaining wind and spray required courage. She craned her neck for the tattoo to show.

When Jessica got home, she went to her room, lay on her back and looked at this incredible figure in the mirror. Her mind only gradually accepted that this was her now.

She got up and jumped in the car. She had to go somewhere where she could be seen. She texted Brandon to get a lift as she would be late. Then she drove off, not really knowing where to. To the gym? Or Friday evening church group meeting where she had met Mary? Or just a bar with Friday evening businessmen having a drink after work?

Hubby

Before she had made up her mind, her phone rang. It was Theresa. "I have seen your husband's car! He just checked into a hotel here," she said.

"Where is it? I happen to be in my car already. Are you there?"

"Yes, I am. I'll wait for you in the lobby."

The address close by, another shock. A few minutes later she was there. As she walked into the busy hotel, she could immediately notice the reaction to her exterior. She had thrown a short leather coat over her mini skirt and the sheer top that she started to love. She realized she looked like a hooker coming to meet a client. She smiled at that thought. People would see her, eyes widening then looking away and after a moment stealing glances. Or some just stared at her. But she proceeded with care as she did not want to run into her husband unexpectedly.

Standing in the corner of the lobby, she could see Theresa sitting and observing the desk and escalator.

She sneaked up upon her and put her hands on Theresa's shoulders, immediately pushing them down, cupping Theresa's breasts.

"What the hell are you doing touching me like that!" Theresa's reaction was prompt and furious.

"Shhh, it's me," Jessica whispered into her ear. "Just relax."

Theresa turned around, her face turning into Jessica's tattoo and the chain of razor blades. Then her gaze went up, to see the pouting lips and the black fathomless eyes.

"Jessica, is that you? You gave me such a fright."

"It's still my voice, isn't it?"

"Everything else has changed. Sit down, even though I could have you massage my breasts forever."

"So what has happened since you saw him?"

"I saw his car and followed him. He checked in when I called you and went upstairs. Don't know what happens now."

"Let's sit here for a few moments longer. I have got the feeling he might come down again."

And indeed, a few moments later he came down. He scanned the lobby from the last stairs, saw Theresa looking at him. He nodded and smiled at her and then headed towards the bar. Of Jessica, he had only seen the back.

"Ok, what now?" Jessica asked.

"I think I'll go to the bar. I guess we will soon be in a conversation the way he looked at me. And you just keep still. I hope you will not cause reports of an alien invasion in our peaceful football town."

She wandered off to the bar and took a place in sight of him. And as expected, a moment later he sauntered over to Theresa's table and sat down. A waiter came and returned with a cocktail. Jessica observed a lively conversation. Theresa laughed repeatedly, he gestured in relaxed self-confidence. Was this her husband? The narrow-minded stiff guy she knew? Over there was the man she had once fallen in love with. Where had he been all those years? When did they take the wrong turn? When did he develop the desire to subdue her, to reduce her, at the same time killing the charming man he had been? Tears welled out from under her black lenses and she sniffed. At the moment the bold new woman was only a shell. Inside she was a crying heap of sorrow.

Husband nicked his head hinting at the stairs. Theresa laughed, even nodded in agreement, but pointed at her watch. After a bit more small talk, she rose and left. On the way he took her hand and kissed it courteously. Theresa went straight out and Jessica followed. They raced to Theresa's car as the rain had set in again. Raindrops drumming on the roof, Theresa told her story.

"He is quite open. He said he is recently divorced from a sexless marriage to a woman who had stopped being a woman. And that he cheated on her. And that he is not proud of it. But he felt so alone, the lively outgoing woman he had dated and married had disappeared. He can be quite charming, I must admit."

"Oh, my. I had similar thoughts when seeing him in a lively conversation with you. That was the man again that I once loved. He can be charming with you because he has no reason to be jealous of you. He does not seem aware how his jealousy chased away that lively woman. He is a kind of two-faced person. I only just learned that the other face actually still existed."

"What do we do now? It is confirmed he is here because of you. We can't allow him to get close to our cougar club. We should attach one of these tracking devices to his car," Theresa said.

"I'll ask Neil, he will know how to do this."

"Who is Neil?"

"He is one of Brandon's classmates. Computer guy. He set up my website and I cougared him."

"By 'you cougared him', you mean he built the website, and you paid with sex?"

"Exactly."

"Jessica, Jessica. That shy woman in her bathing suit in the shade this Sunday. You know, you have two faces too."

"Maybe. And I just learned that this other lively wild face of myself still existed. So let me call Neil and ask him. And then we go home. Tomorrow is another day. And I still have the task of showing my new look to Brandon."

"That'll be fun. I am sure he will like it and be so proud."

"Ok then, let's go home. We are done here for the day."

"Not yet," Theresa smirked and reached over to pull Jessica into a hot kiss. She sucked on her plump lips and played with the nipple piercings through the sheer top.

After a while of caressing each other, Jessica pulled free and switched to her own car. "First things first. And we will have so much more time to play together."

Driving home, Neil explained to her that she could get such a tracker at a bicycle store. She got one and went back to attach it to her husband's car.

Mentally exhausted, she drove back. Confronting Brandon with her new look had been the entertaining thought that had carried her through the day. Now she was so disheveled that she had to brace herself for it.

Revelation

When she came home, the living area was empty, and she could hear voices from Brandon's room.

'Oh, no!' she thought, 'it's not just Brandon but also someone else.

"Hi Brandon, I'm home. Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes," she called upstairs.

"Great Mom, Gage is here too. Can he stay for dinner? We are discussing linebacker tactics."

"No problem, I'll just cook some more." Relief washed over her. Gage would be appreciating her look.

She whipped up some veggies and mashed potatoes for herself and added two proper steaks for the boys. Then she wrapped her hair up at the back of her head and secured it with a hairpin like a geisha.

"Dinner's ready," she called.

When they came down she busied herself at the stove, keeping her head low. Whenever Brandon picked something up next to her to lay the table, she rotated away from him. It soon became noticeable.

"Mom, what are you hiding? Why don't you turn around?"

"Sit down, boys," Jessica answered towards the wall. "I'll serve your dinner right away."

When the boys sat, she pulled the hairpin, letting her long locks fall down. After a dramatic pause, she turned around, raising her head. The chatter of the boys silenced. Neither even dared to breathe, and they just stared.

After some time she broke the spell. "Welcome Gage, don't look so scared, it's still me, good old Jessica."

She placed the plate in front of Gage, gave him a short kiss on his lips and then a long sensual kiss to Brandon.

"How do you like your new girl?" she asked innocently.

Brandon's mouth literally fell open.

"You... are... amazing."

"It's all for my man," she stated, "and his friends," she nodded to Gage.

"Is this permanent now? Will you look like this forever?" Brandon managed to stutter.

"You may guess," she continued with small talk as if nothing was odd, "Gage, how do you like Brandon's mirror above the bed?"

"It... it is great. I envy him for it," Gage stuttered also.

"Do you know my bed has one too? You are welcome to try it out and fuck me, any time. Well, not tonight though, I am still sore from the procedures on my body."

With that she excused herself and went upstairs. "See you tomorrow, boys. And you may close your mouth now, you might get a draft."

In bed, she checked her phone for the position of hubby's car. It was still at the hotel. Relieved and exhausted, she fell asleep.

Saturday

Jessica slept in and was grateful for it. In the last week she had felt like in her college days again, light-headed, every day a new adventure, but it had taken its toll. When she awoke, the skies had cleared, but the heat had not returned yet. The world outside was illuminated by a milky glare in the sky while her room still lay in shadow.

The position of her husband's car had not moved. Brandon clattered in the kitchen. 'What a good boy he is, my man,' she thought.

She tried to apply the makeup, something she had not done in years. With the help of yesterday's selfies, she managed to do a half-decent job. Then she put the black lenses in her eyes. It was like wearing sunglasses inside. Yesterday her hair had been open, now she tied it in a ponytail.

She stayed topless and just put on a micro-mini skirt without anything underneath. Baring her pussy and breasts to Brandon had become natural to her already. She loved the daredevil sensation that came with it, but it did not exasperate Brandon anymore. He looked, smiled and enjoyed. But when his boxers immediately grew a tent, she smiled too and enjoyed her sexual power.

Done with her styling, feeling glorious and anxious at the same time. She sneaked down the stairs until she stood right behind him. She waited quietly. Brandon, noticing the motion behind him in the chrome of the espresso machine, turned. Not yet used to the ghoul in front of him, he shrank back. The ghoul smiled at him as if hungry for his blood. He stepped back to look her up and down, taking her in fully now. The hair, the eyes, the lips, the huge tattoo and the metal in her nipples.

"Let me again look at you, my... my... my..." Neither mom nor girl seemed appropriate.

"Jessica, just Jessica. The woman that I am now. But I still want to be yours," she said.

"And who is this Jessica?"

Lowering her voice as deep as she could, mocking Darth Vader, she answered, "I am your mother!" Following it with a bright laugh.

Gathering his wits amazingly quickly, he asked:

"Ok then 'my mother', please take a seat; breakfast is ready to be served. Coffee just black, as usual?"

"Please stick with 'Jessica', mother creates a border."

"And the rocket has now launched itself. Am I on board?"

"Today I am on board with you, on the bus to your game with your mates."

"So, the printout was not just a game, it was a plan? I only hope you know what you are doing and won't regret it."

"No worries, mate, it can all be reversed. The tattoo is fake, it will fade in two weeks. But I already feel this is the true me. And now let's have breakfast. We have more to talk about later."

She sat down, shamelessly spreading her legs to show her glistening pussy. Brandon openly ogled her up and down and smiled, gently rubbing his hard on.

'Isn't this called edging what we do here?' she thought?

As they ate, she spoke: "We have a problem. Your dad is in town again. Theresa saw him yesterday and talked to him in the hotel. I was there too."

"Damn. I am not afraid for ourselves but for the married women in our club. But he has not made a move on you yet?" he asked.

"No, he hasn't yet, and maybe he never will. Maybe he just wants to know what we are up to?"

"Yeah, let's hope."

Let's get the household chores done, the bus leaves at 2pm.

They went at it, Jessica still topless and without underwear, smiling whenever she passed Brandon and saw the reaction in his shorts. Before they left, she took out the lenses and put on a turtle-neck sweater. Now she looked as inconspicuous as she had a week ago. At 1pm they took off to school to join the bus trip. It was the players again and the football moms club. She got on the bus and sat quickly with Michelle in the front, while Brandon went to the back and sat with the players.

"See you, my love," Jessica whispered in Brandons ear. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Doing something you wouldn't do? That might be a challenge, my girl, Jessica. Currently, my mind is on a football game that I have to win."

Once the bus was traveling, Jessica picked up her phone and saw that her husband's car moved in the same direction.

'Damn,' she thought, how does he know? 'Is he tracking me as well?' But then she realized that all information about their destination was on the team website. She decided to observe the tracker a little more before acting.

Cheers rose among the players as Michelle danced along the aisle, already in a state of half-undress.

"Boys and girls! Away game today. We all know what this means. Yes, another round of our milf lottery! You know the procedure."

She went around with a box, and every mom picked a slip with the name of a player. Jessica picked Brett, Theresa's son and quarterback. 'Staying in the family,' she thought.

"Now, we are reseating. Milfs, please go and sit with the player you picked."

The Quarterback

After a lot of giggling and shuffling of curvaceous bodies squeezing past each other, every mom had reached her destination. Brett welcomed Jessica with a kiss and a very tight hug. "Rrrrr, those muscles," she said.

Brett looked at her, still in her plain Jane outfit, a slight disappointment in his eyes.

"Theresa told me, you two had a shopping and styling outing together."

"Yeah, we had. But that's for later. First, you win this game."

Michelle was still in her MC mode.

"Now, for the second round. We have a number of boys left over. This is for the really horny moms among us. Like me! Any mom who wants a threesome can now pick another player. I'll start."

She lunged into the box and tried to pull out two slips at once. But she was cajoled, "Hey, we saw that. Put one back, we all want to have a chance."

When Michelle passed Jessica a second time, she made a pass and leaned over to Brett. "I want to have you all for myself," she whispered. Brett gave her a thumbs up over the noise.

When the clamor died down and everybody was taken care of, she asked Brett, "How does this work now?"

"It's straightforward. We two share a room. We unpack, maybe a quickie before dinner, and then it's off to the game. After that the night will belong to us."

"Well thought out all this, including the lottery," Jessica said.

"Yeah, in that respect, Michelle is a mastermind."

She looked around where she had sat to see who had won Brandon, but he saw another player next to him, meaning he was in for a threesome. He would surely have to tell a story tomorrow.

Another look at her phone showed that hubby's car had already passed them and was ahead towards their destination. Jessica decided to speak up. She went up to the front of the bus and took the microphone.

"Girls, boys. Listen for a moment." It took a while for the noise to die down. Theresa, who noticed, helped in calming the crowd.

"Ok, please listen. There is someone sneaking around our club, trying to find out what we are up to. That person is my ex-husband."

This announcement caused a hush on the bus, as people processed the consequences.

"Theresa has tracked him down, and she has spoken to him. Apparently he wants to force me to come back to him. But this won't happen. You can see I am a different person now. He can't get into our circle, but we must be careful. We should not be too overt when we are outside our hotel rooms. But now let's enjoy ourselves. Here, I have got a bottle of bubbly."

However, the mood stayed sober for quite a while, most of the participants feeling uneasy. Only Michelle was unfazed. When she walked back, Michelle had her head in Gage's lap, sucking him off. Gage gave her an apologetic smirk and a shrug, as if to say, 'What can I do? She went for it. I won't complain.' She just gave him a high-five and went on.

'Is this woman ever anything but horny?' she thought. 'And, actually - am I anything but horny these days?'

But Michelle was not the only one. In most rows, people started to make out as they still had two hours on the bus ahead of them. As she seated herself again next to Brett, she took his hand and guided it underneath her sweater. From there his hands found their way up to her nipples.

"Aah, there is something new to be found. Theresa said as much. She also said, you two enjoyed each other?"

"So you know that your mom is bi?"

"Oh, yes, I know." Brett said.

Jessica looked him in the eye, "Do you and Theresa ..."

"You mean have sex together like Jayden and Michelle? No, we don't. But we are quite relaxed at home. Any girl I bring home ends up in my mother's bed sooner or later."

"Jealous?"

"Yeah, sometimes a bit. How are your piercings healing? Are you still sore, shall I avoid them tonight?"

"They're healing well, thank god. It would be terrible to be in bed with you unable to have my tits fondled. Why don't you try now what I can endure?"

Brett did not need another hint. He started subtly at first, and when she nodded, he played with them a little harder. As she still did not flinch, he tightened his grip. They looked at each other intensely, Brett probing, Jessica smiling and moaning. His hands kept her nipples in a vice-like grip, but beyond that he did nothing, except observing how her eyes started watering. To assure him that it was ok, she reached for his cock. His hard erection told her that this turned him on just as much.

"You have amazing control of your hands and sophistication for a guy your age."

"That's why I am the quarterback."

"Iamok... ahchachchah... yisoknotstoop..."

Suddenly he let go. Blood rushed back into her nipples. Making her shudder. Not an orgasm in her clit, but somehow in her mind. She sat a while until the waves from her nipples subsided. Brandon tenderly wiped the tears from her face.

"Phew, what was that? Where did you learn that?" she asked.

"I learned it from someone." You would not believe who.

"Come on, spit it out."

"She is from France, a hairdresser during the day. And a tantric queen at night."

"Let me guess, she works at a salon that your mother patronizes, and her name is Mireille?"

"Yep, she's the one."

"So she is into young studs as well?"

"I think she is into everything you can or even cannot imagine. Ask her about any perversion, and she just smiles and breathes a 'Oui, mon cher.'"

"Aah, that's going on when she does her specials in the back?"

She checked her husband once more and saw he had passed them and was already close to their destination. They arrived at the hotel a while later. Jessica was a bit wobbly on her feet; Michelle stepped off, layers of cum glistening on her face. She only wiped it off when they entered the reception. They reached their room, Brett carrying both their bags, and she just sat on the bed.

"Why don't you lay down and rest while I prepare for the game? I'll pick you up for dinner when I am back."

"Don't you want the quickie for yourself? Just say a word, and I am your sex-toy."

"Don't worry, we have got all night. And I tend to play better when I am tense."

She lay there looking at the ceiling blankly. Where did that come from? He tortured me and I loved it. Her repeated questions coming back, 'Wo am I? What am I? What will I become if I follow this path? Everybody sees things in me that I never saw.' A while later she went downstairs for dinner, still camouflaged in her sweater and sat with Brandon.

"Who won you in the lottery, love?" she asked.

"Gage's mom, Tanisha," he said.

"Looking forward to it?"

"Yes. From what I heard, she is really into getting DPed. So it's gonna be a first tonight."

"Enjoy it. You know I love you."

"I love you too, Jessica. But what has been going on with Brett? He has a reputation and a few moms apparently adore him like a god?"

"He definitely has some special tricks. He showed me how pain turns to lust."

"Did he hurt you?"

"It did hurt, but it wasn't him hurting me. It was me using him to experiment."

"The rocket," he just said.

At the game, later, the mom's club gave the home team a proper show, all dressed skimpily and sluttishly. She had switched to her mini, opened her hair, but had kept her neck covered. Under the mini skirt she was nude, and the cool evening air on her pussy thrilled her. She checked on her phone and the car was at the stadium, so he was there probably observing her, their group easy to make out.

Now that she had learned a bit about game tactics, she enjoyed watching a lot more. Seeing Brandon in the floodlights, as the night descended into the stadium, she felt so proud of her man.

Under the cover of darkness, Theresa's hand wandered under her skirt. The thought of doing this while in open view for her husband felt empowering. Michelle on the other side watched intently as she moaned and climaxed.

Back in the hotel room after the game, Brett was bubbling, "did you see Brandon?! I owe him my life or at least my bones. I was just about to get sacked, but Brandon came and blocked him for me. I don't know where he came from, because he shouldn't have been where he was. But it saved the game. He must have taken a terrible hit. And it gave me time to play my pass for a touchdown. It saved us a draw."

"Glad to hear, You know, I am really proud of him. Now lie down, let me give you a massage."

Only then he saw her coming out of the bathroom, black lenses back in place, head held high.

"Oh, my god. That's what you have been hiding all day! You're like a chameleon. Or a snake shedding her skin at will. You look absolutely stunning."

"Yeah, I love to be. Glad you like it, Mr. Quarterback."

Using warm oil, she started on his back. When he turned around, his eyes widened once more at the eerie creature above him. She came down with her seemingly visionless eyes kissing him with her plump dark red lips like in an erotic horror movie. She kept giving him a sports massage with her hands while her mouth went down to his hard cock. His hands went to her nipples again, but this time he was playful and massaged her breasts from the base. Done with her hands, she moved on top of him, giving him a rub down with her whole body. Soon his cock was aligned with her cunt and he slipped in. Surprisingly, he made love to her sensually and slowly, his control so perfect that they climaxed together.

They fell asleep, the hulk of Brett spooning her, letting her feel so small and so protected like a kitten. She shuffled back into his body trying to make herself as little as she could and purred. His massive hands cupped her hands and kept lightly twiddling her nipples until he fell asleep.

For how many years had she been missing this feeling? More tears came instead of sleep.

In the wee of the night she felt Brett stir and a reaction in his cock. Her hand went back and started stroking the gradually hardening cock, and soon he was entering her from behind for another slow session. He went back to sleep right after the act. She followed the feeling of a trickle of cum dripping from her, making its way down across her leg, still warm. Before it had reached the bottom, she was asleep too.

Before breakfast, they went at it again. This time Brett took her from behind. He held her by the hands, otherwise she would have been thrust out of the bed by his hard slams. This time he came first and then finished her off with his fingers.

Sunday

Waking up, she saw Brett standing above her, observing her, quietly shaking his head.

"Good morning, lover," she cooed sleepily.

"Good morning sexy chameleon. What are we going to see today? The ghoul or the conservative mom?"

"You tell me. I am still hesitant." She raised her arm with hands pointing at herself. "Can you imagine stepping onto the bus looking like that? To be honest, I am scared to the bones. What would you say if Theresa suddenly turned up like that?"

At breakfast, she was dressed properly again, telling Brett not to spill her chameleon secret.

Husband's car was outside their parking lot, waiting for them.

As they walked to the bus, she did not enter but went around the side and shed her cover-ups. She waited just a moment longer until most had found her seat, allowing her a dramatic entrance. As the last person, she got on the bus in full ghoul mode.

Exposition

Michelle spotted her first. "And who are y...? - Is that you, Jessica?"

She jumped up, turning to the bus, "And here we have the newest member of the queens of the club: Jessica!" She gave a theatrical bow and stepped to the side and sat down, fingers trembling.

To the gasps and applause of many in the bus, she walked all the way back to the bus, to sit with Brandon.

On the bus she was quiet, holding hands with Brandon, who, on the other hand, was excited.

"The sex with Tanisha was incredible. She has those huge udders. Big saggy. You'd think they're not as appealing as maybe Michelle's. But in bed, they are wonderful. They swing when you fuck her, you can pull and twist them. And she loves it. The harder you pull, the more she laughs. And then that amazing booty. I got to fuck her ass, and then she sucked me off right away. It was like a porn movie. But tell me how it was with Brett?"

"He was full of praise for you, he said you saved the game and his bones."

"Yeah, I did. But man, that tackle, I'm gonna feel it for the rest of the week."

"Don't worry, your girl will give you a nice massage. Relaxing and sensual."

For the remainder of the trip she observed the tracker. First behind them, then she saw the car as it passed them, the sight stabbing her in the heart.

They were home at lunchtime and enjoyed it in the garden and both lazing pursuing their own thoughts.

She followed up on her promise of a massage, getting him nude. She went over his back muscles and legs. Then made him turn around. She winked at his erection, but never let her hands touch it. After some time he couldn't help and started stroking his cock. She winked. "Go on."

When he came she kissed him hard. Done, she got up, dipped her finger into a blob of come and licked it off. "Gonna make dinner now."

Both semi-nude, they had dinner.

Cliffhanger

She went to sleep early but had a bad premonition. Her husband had been around her far more than was good for her nerves. When she woke during the night, her phone's led was blinking, sleepily she opened it. It was a message from her husband:

"I know what you and your 'football club' are up to. I also know that if this goes public, you and Brandon will be kicked out of the school. So if you want him to keep playing football, you will come back to me. And you will stop wearing these inappropriate sinful clothes."

For the rest of the night her sleep was gone. The bomb had dropped.

To be continued.

How will she get out of this? And will she break the taboo with Brandon?

Did I manage to surprise you or was it predictable?

And what about Mireille? Post your thoughts in the comments.