(Originally written by: sandyseeker)
This sure must look weird, you think. Standing in front of the mirror, you see your mom's body, one of her hands cupping a breast, the other shoved into her pants. Mmm, kinda feels good though. You pull down your slacks a little to give your hand a bit more finger room below. You notice you're wearing silky, pale blue panties. Odd, how the sight of your own ... erm ... you mean your mom's underwear would ... uh ... excite you like this.
Without warning, the bedroom door suddenly flies wide open and you find yourself standing face-to-face with your own, out-of-breath body. Shit, you think. Keith must've run straight home!
And oops, you think, looking down at yourself. Feeling incredibly awkward, you pull your hand out from your pants and smile bashfully at your wheezing, panting body. Blushing, you pull up your slacks.
"What's ... the ... meaning ... of ... this ... Keith?" your old body demands, still huffing and puffing from the run.
Hmmm. That gives you an idea.
What next?
