The Ebony Totem

The Ebony Totem

By Stephanie Gilbert

Copyright 2023 Stephanie Gilbert ©

All characters in this story are totally fictional and over the age of eighteen. No A. I. was used in creating this story.

Authors Note. This may have been posted before under my old username Darkmind. It is part of a much longer story.

Chapter One

This was supposed to be a bonding experience, but it was turning out to be a nightmare. India has been on my bucket list all my adult life, and the fact I brought my Son, turned out to be an error I was paying for every day.

"Why is it so fucking hot here?"

"It's close to the equator," I answered, for the tenth time.

"Why can't we just stay in the hotel where there is air conditioning?"

"We came here to see the world, not the inside of a hotel room. Let's see what's down this lane."

"You're going to get us mugged," Jake said, as I led him down the narrow alley way.

The tight walkway was full of small stalls, and the mainly female store owners often had children at their feet. I picked out some trinkets and paid whatever they asked, not wanting to barter for what was only a dollar or two in our money.

I saw an ancient-looking man standing in a doorway, and he waved me inside. The room smelled of incense, and there were old-looking carvings on the crude wooden shelves. I picked up a heavily carved rod about ten inches long with faces of men and women carved into the sides.

"What can you tell me about this?" I asked, as I heard Jake knock something over behind me. "If you break something, you're buying it." I scowled, well over his attitude by now.

"It is a Samskara Totem from long ago. It was to signify a change of course or a rebirth." the well-spoken older man said, selling the story.

The totem was warm in my hands, and I thought it was helping calm me somehow. "How much?"

"Ten thousand." His considered answer came back, after he scratched at his beard.

I put the dark rod back onto the shelve and searched further. After doing a circuit of the small room, I was drawn back to the object and picked it up again. "Five thousand?"

He scratched at his grey beard and made his face crinkle even more, if that were possible, before he nodded with a huge smile. I knew I was probably being sold a two-dollar piece of wood and a good story, but it felt so good in my hands. "Are we done yet?" Jake grumbled, as I folded the notes and handed them to the older man, putting the totem into one of my bags.

Despite being in this beautiful exotic place, I spent a frustrating afternoon, with my Son almost pushing me out the door of every shop we entered. When we returned to the hotel, I was ready to kill him. I was already pondering how I could dispose of the body.

"Thank God for air-con." He said, as he flopped down on his bed and flicked at the remote.

"Room service, I'm guessing?" I said, trying to hold back my ire.

I only got a nod and a grumble. I ordered food and unpacked my bag while we waited. I reached into my bag and felt the warmth of the long rod as I wrapped my fingers around it. It was a little dusty from the bottom of my bag, so I used one of my silk scarves to bring back the shine. "I wish I had your life, Jake. Watching movies and eating whatever I put on the table." I murmured, but he didn't even acknowledge my complaint.

There was a knock on the door, so I dropped the totem between my pillows where it would be safe and sound. The tall young man pushed the silver cart through the doorway, and Jake returned to life. He devoured his food in such a rush, I was sure he would choke. Then, he went back to his remote like I didn't exist. I pushed the cart into the hallway and slipped into bed.

I awoke with a start; something was different. My back didn't hurt, and I had slept right through the night without the need to pee. There was something else, and it was pressed between the bed and my belly. I reached down my front and into my pajamas and wrapped my hand around a hard cock. "Fuck!"

I looked over at the other bed, and I was sound asleep. I don't know where the sound came from, but a deep voice screamed, "Jake!"

My body rolled my way, and as my hands rubbed at my eyes, they looked at me and widened. "What the fuck?" He lifted the sheet and dropped it quickly. "What the fuck have you done to me?"

I rushed to my bed and retrieved the carved rod under the pillow. I held it in front of my face and wished. "Turn us back."

I opened my eyes and was still looking at my face, looking back at me quizzically. "We must still be asleep?" I hoped.

"You switched us?" my voice asked, as Jake looked at my boner poking out the top of my briefs.

"I didn't mean to. It's this fucking totem."

"Let's go back to that old man!" Jake said, as he threw back the covers, and my naked breasts came into view.

"Cover me up, please," I said, trying to pull my nightshirt down over my boobs.

"Oh shit, I have tits!" He said, grasping one in each hand, as he walked to the connecting bathroom.

When he came back into the room, he was blushing brightly. "You didn't look at my body?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Well, it's mine now." He retorted, but I had to pee badly.

I sat on the toilet, trying to will Jake's cock to go down, but all it did was look back up at me with its one weeping eye. I pushed it down to point at the bowl but couldn't pee, no matter how hard I tried. Then, as I strained harder, his shaft slipped from my fingers, and a jet of pee hit me right in the mouth, as it sprang back to attention. "Fuck, bugger," I said, fighting the now spurting snake directing it back into the bowl.

I stood and bent at the waist, allowing my bladder to drain. When the flow finally slowed and stopped, I held the half-hard cock in my hand, admiring its beauty. "Fuck, Jake, you have a lovely big cock. You didn't get this from your father." I cupped the big balls and rolled them in my fingers, before tucking it all away before I got Jake's cock hard again.

When I came back into the room, Jake was dressed in shorts and a tee, and my boobs were jiggling with every movement. "You need to put a bra on."

"Don't know how." He answered, putting one arm under my swaying breasts.

"Turn around," I said, and when he did, I lifted the tee and slipped a bra around his chest.

I pulled the straps over his arms and tucked his breasts into place. When I looked up, Jake was looking at the whole show in the mirror on the wall. He blushed and looked away, until I dropped the tee over his impressive mounds. "You have a beautiful body, Mom. Dad's a fucking moron."

"Thank you for saying that," I said, not believing him, but thankful for the show of support.

We retraced our steps from yesterday, and turned down the small alley. I knocked on the rickety old door, while the woman was chasing her crawling baby, as it tried to make its escape. "Where is the shop owner?"

"He only comes down from the temple once every few weeks." She answered, distracted by the next giggling escape attempt.

"What temple?"

"It's high in the mountains, sir. You can't go there. It's a sacred place." she said, as she picked up her squirming child.

"Sir... of course. Thank you." I said, putting the totem back into my bag and taking hold of Jake's arm.

"Are we stuck like this forever?" Jake asked, but I was still not used to hearing my voice coming from another body.

"Let's see if we switch back tonight," I said, trying to hide my doubts.

We repeated last night's actions, watching movies and eating room service before I used the same scarf on the totem. "I wish we were back in our old bodies." I said, and dropped it between my pillows again. I lay awake that night, trying to ignore the growing erection in my shorts. Fuck, this body was always horny. Luckily, I had plenty of practice ignoring my urges.

My eyes sprang open, and I felt normal for a second until the stiff cock pressing against my belly gave the game away. I shook Jake awake, only to find his hand in my top, grasping my breast. I pulled his hand from the breast as he groggily looked at my face. "Mom, give my body back." he groaned.

"We slept in the wrong beds?" I asked; it was the only thing we did differently, thinking I should be in Jake's bed.

This time I stepped into the shower, and let my cock pee wherever it wanted. It shot up my chest, until the pressure was reduced enough to let my cock shoot the stream between my feet. I washed my body and found myself stroking my cock. "Stop it. It's not yours." I admonished myself, while I waited for my cock to go down, turning off the water and drying that beautiful, hard body.

"What are you doing?" I asked, when I caught Jake pulling his hand from inside his pants.

"Well, you don't seem to have any use for it. I may as well have a play." He said, and made it sound like a joke.

I brushed it off, but it hurt that he thought he knew the truth. I rarely played with my body anymore. I was so hurt by the words David had used, when he walked out on us. I knew he was cheating and stupidly looked the other way, but he still expected me to take him into my bed, an insult I couldn't let go.

"It's our last night in India, and we must get this right. Now, what did you order that first night?" I said, house phone in hand.

"The steak," Jake answered, assuming his position in front of the TV.

"I had the salad. Now I'm going to eat your meal, and you are going to eat mine. Now get over here, rub this totem, and wish us back to normal." I said, remembering we were in opposite bodies.

Jake did his thing, then dropped the rod between the pillows like I had the first night. We ate each other's meals, and I went to the bathroom, resisting the powerful urge to play with the ever-hard member hanging between my legs. I had to admit a young man's hormones were a thing to behold. I'm just glad I wasn't in this hot body at fifteen.

I lay awake, hoping this would work. I could hear the rustling of the sheets in the other bed and a faint gasp. I was about to admonish Jake for playing with my body, but the hard cock pressing into my belly meant I had no right to complain.

I expected to wake up with my breasts threatening to smother me, but instead, I had my hand wrapped around a hard cock. The fading dream was of Jake hovering over me, about to plunge this beautiful thing into my dripping pussy. I took one stroke on this cock, which erupted into my shorts as I stared into my sleeping body's face.

"You fool. You've wished your life away, and now you've taken half your Son's. Fuck." I muttered to myself, as I raced to the bathroom with fresh boxers.

I stood in the shower, washing away the guilt. We had flights in a few hours to Thailand and felt like we were losing any chance of swapping back. I put on a robe over my boxers as I returned to the room, shaking Jake's shoulder until he looked up with blurry eyes.

"Fuck, give it back. These boobs are a pain in the back."

"You didn't mind playing with them last night."

"There is that." He admitted before rolling out of bed and throwing me the totem. "This thing is broken," he said, more anger in his voice.

"We have flights to catch," I said, packing my bag.

"That's going to be my stuff," Jake said gruffly.

"Right," I admitted and moved over to his bag.

Chapter Two

Jake didn't speak to me the rest of the day. We got through customs and onto a domestic flight to Phuket. It was a beautiful place, if only the company would raise his eyes and look around. The resort was everything you could ask for, with ten pools and beautiful rooms. But enjoying this part of the holiday would be hard, knowing the adjustments we had to make.

"Talk to me, Jake," I said, trying to remain calm, but the deep voice sounded threatening.

"About what?"

"About this," I said, waving back and forth between us.

"I'm in your body. How am I going to live like this?"

"I'm sorry."

"That's not going to cut it. I'm instantly in my late thirties. I'm in a female body that will attract any man on the planet, but I like girls. What the fuck am I going to do with that?" he screamed, and I tried to hush him.

"It's not that good a body." I rebuffed, but this only incensed him.

"Look at this fucking thing," Jake said, opening the robe and cupping one of the breasts. "You're fucking beautiful. I bet I could get a fuck within five minutes of walking into a bar." He continued, strumming his fingers over the clit.

I could see his frustrations, but there was nothing I could do about it, and the argument ended with him out on the balcony and me crying in the bathroom. He had the raw end of the deal; that's the truth. I had an extra eighteen years that I didn't deserve. And I shared his problem; although I did appreciate the female form, I preferred a hard cock.

We spent the next day on a pre-arranged boat ride around the nearby islands. It was a beautiful place, but Jake made it impossible to enjoy. When we got to the room, Jake changed quickly and disappeared out the door.

"Where are you going?" He ignored me.

I waited a few hours trying to research the totem, but I was worried about what Jake was up to. After a few more long hours, I changed and headed out to find him. The first few bars were almost empty, and then I could see the flashing lights ahead. As soon as I was inside the door, I spotted my body perched on a bar stool, with my skirt high on my thighs.

"Have you had enough?" I asked, when I sat on the next stool.

"Not yet. Mai was going to give me a massage." Jake slurred, his arm around a short Thai bar girl.

"How much is this costing you?" I asked, as a bar girl came to my side.

"It turns out I have plenty on my credit card." He answered, as I brushed the pretty Thai girl away.

"That's not your money."

"Well, my fingerprint might beg to differ." Jake slurred, and cupped the girl's breast through her dress.

"Time to go," I said, taking Jake's arm and dragging him from the bar.

Another five bar girls approached me, asking if I wanted a girlfriend. I clutched onto Jake's arm and kept walking. When we entered the room, Jake began stripping and then fell backwards onto the bed. Obviously, I had seen my body before, but never from this viewpoint. With legs outstretched and arms to the side, I had an unobstructed view of my pussy, and my puckered opening was peeking from between my cheeks.

I could see the clear fluid trickling from the mouth of my pussy and making its way slowly over the gap and into my pucker. Jake stirred for a moment and slid two fingers into my pussy. He pumped them in and out a few times before circling the clit, smelling the fingers, and letting that hand fall back to the side.

My wet pussy was now open to my view, almost inviting me to shove my hard cock into its depths. The big breasts and hard nipples needed pinching in the worst way. I knew just how to do it; I had years of practice. But I turned away and retreated to the bathroom.

I sat on the toilet and stroked his beautiful cock, sliding the foreskin from the tip and smoothing the precum around the head. I began franticly pumping, my mind's eye, seeing this cock sinking into my pussy. It spread the wet lips as they clung to the rigid shaft before the invader began pumping its creamy load deep inside my body.

Jets of young sperm shot into the air before landing on my rippled stomach. The next few shots covered my chest, and the remainder trickled over my hand. "Fuck, no wonder you do it so often." I moaned as I looked for something to clean up the mess.

I was spent from the release and the day's emotions. I draped a sheet over Jake's naked body and slumped into bed.

The next few days were spent rescuing Jake from one bar after another. We had four more days in Thailand, and I would cut the holiday short, except I had no idea how to handle things when we returned home. On day five, Jake looked like he was beat, dragging himself onto the boat for another cruise around the islands. I noticed my bikini looked great on my body; if only Jake would close my legs every now and again.

"How are you feeling, Mom?" I asked, sitting beside him on the back of the boat.

"Horny and tired."

"I'm never that horny. It's in your mind." I said, trying to ignore the looks the other male passengers were giving Jake.

"You were not waking up to this naked body looking back from the mirror."

"Yes, I was."

"Maybe, but you are a girl. I think I'm going to become a lesbian or a prostitute when we get home."

"I've been thinking about that. I think you'll need to take me on as a junior agent, so you can show me the ropes."

"What about all the conversations you've had over the years?"

"I think I hit my head, while doing the treetop Zip-Line. It messed with my brain." I said, trying to come up with a story that might cover our tracks.

"It might work, but I know nothing about real estate."

"But your Son is a whiz. You also have a few offers from the other side of town, that might be worth considering."

"That would solve the memory loss thing," Jake said, spreading his legs wider for the gentleman across from us.

"Would you stop showing every Tom, Dick, and Harry my pussy."

"I'm thinking of letting one of them have it to scratch this itch I have deep in there."

"I thought you couldn't do that."

"If I'm drunk enough, I might be able to do it."

"What, put one of these things inside of you?" I asked, grabbing my crotch.

"I don't have a problem with mine. It was attached to me all my life until a few days ago."

I gasped and turned away, worried my body would be violated by the first guy offering Jake enough free drinks. "What about an STD?"

"I'll make them use a condom."

"When you're drunk?" I said sarcastically.

The captain called us to get into the canoes, for the exploration of the caves on the island. I kept an eye on Jake for the rest of the afternoon, as he flirted with every single tourist on the boat. When the tour ended and we were back on dry land, I was straight on the phone.

"Where are we going?" Jake asked, when the taxi missed the turn into the resort.

"We have a pamper session and massage booked," I answered, the only way I could think to keep him away from the bars.

"What, getting nails done and shit?"

"Yep, the works," I said as we pulled up in front of the place.

We were ushered inside, and two beautiful ladies took us into the first room with footbaths ready. We were primed and pampered for the next hour. We were taken into a room with two beds side by side. We were handed paper panties that were never going to contain my erection. I opted to cover it with a towel for extra modesty.

Laying on the table with my face in the hole, I soon forgot about my worries, as the lady played sweet music on my back. I could hear groans coming from the next table, and when I peeked, I got an eye full of my side boob, nipple and all. The test came when they asked us to turn over, as I was at full mast, not looking like deflating anytime soon.

I decided to go for it, as I'm sure these girls had seen it all before. She smiled sweetly at me, when she saw my reaction and deftly maneuvered around my cock. I felt a snap at my hip and felt my paper panties contract across my crotch. My cock sprang free and flopped onto my belly to the giggles of Jake and both the girls.

"Two can play that game," I said, as I popped the side of Jake's panties and pulled the towel from her boobs.

The ladies straddled our legs, folding them to our chests and exposing everything to the room. It was an intimate massage, with the ladies pushing their fingers into every nook and cranny. My erection stood proudly and slapped against my stomach every time she bumped it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake nodding, and my lady took hold of my cock, pumping it with her oily hand. I looked over at the lady on top of Jake, and when she motioned with her fingers, I nodded too. Turnabout is fair play.

"You don't have to do that," I said, but she only smiled and kissed me.

"It is beautiful, I like." She answered, as I heard a moan from beside us.

The other lady was between Jake's legs with half her hand inside 'my' body, and Jake's hips were rocking against her. At that moment, Jake's eyes locked on mine, and I saw the lust flowing to me. I began to shoot cum all over my chest, as Jake's hips churned through a shuddering climax. His eyes never left mine as the ladies cleaned us up and laid a towel over our bodies.

"There is water on table." My lady said, and then they giggled, as they left.

Until we meet again...