Ben entered the bathroom and immediately closed and locked the door behind him. His heart raced as he once again was face to face with the reflection of his mother through the mirror above the sink. Ben looked at himself for a minute before trying to ignore it and move on. He set his clothes down on the sink top before standing back and taking a deep breath.
“You can do this Ben. You’ve seen so many other people naked before,” Ben whispered to himself, trying to work up the courage to strip. Immediately, his mind began to recall all the other times he was in someone else’s body that he didn’t want to ever see naked. He could still see his father’s naked body in his mind along with visions of his grandmother’s body and even Tiffany’s body. Ben attempted to calm his breathing before reaching a hand up and slowly pulling his mother’s blouse over his head.
Taking that first article of clothing off was always the hardest step for the first night in a new body. Having Amanda’s shirt off felt like climbing a mountain as Ben did his best to keep the show rolling. He refused to look up at the mirror but did his best not to stare too long at his body. He had a job to do and he wasn’t going to stop as the next piece to come off was Amanda’s heels followed by her pants. Soon, Ben was down to Amanda’s underwear as curiosity slowly crept into his mind. He didn’t want to look in the mirror but seeing the white underwear and matching bra only made Ben curious as to how he looked. Biting the bullet, Ben looked up and wasn’t disgusted by what he saw.
“Man, I guess my friends were right. Mom does look good under her clothes,” Ben joked to himself as he immediately thought about all of the comments his friends made about Amanda. They often teased him for her curves and talked about how hot she must look under her clothes. Looking at his new body from this perspective, it seemed that they were right.
Amanda had the build of the classic milf. Wide hips, a large ass, and an even larger set of breasts. Topped off with her tan skin and blonde hair, her modern day appearance not only was attractive but also made you wonder what she looked like when she was younger. She showed signs of aging with slight wrinkles around her eyes and a few grey hairs by her roots but Amanda could easily pass as a woman 10 years younger than her actual age. Appearances were important to her but at the end of the day there was only so much she could do as she had to deal with a little bit of extra weight and loose skin, something most women her age dealt with.
Ben knew he had to get back to getting ready for his shower but found himself studying his mother’s body a bit more than he would have wanted. In the mirror, Ben spun his body to see different angles and observe smaller details that he would have never noticed. A perfect example of this was the fact that Ben never knew his mother had a birthmark on her one butt cheek which he only noticed when he spun around to study her backside. This side of the Body Exchange was fun, something even Ben would admit. He never noticed the birthmark but Ben had also never noticed how small his mother’s hands were or how plump her lips were. Ben slowly was getting distracted but eventually realized he had a task at hand.
Ben never liked having to take a bra off and left it as the last piece of clothing to remove as his hands moved downwards to remove his mother’s panties. Pulling them down, Ben was greeted to the sight of a neatly trimmed pussy tucked between his legs. Ben didn’t stare but did make note of what he saw as he couldn’t believe he now possessed the pussy that delivered him many years ago. This idea continued to circle throughout Ben’s mind, even as he stood up and prepared to remove his mother’s bra. This thought soon left his mind, however, as Ben had to direct his full attention to unclipping the bra.
“This damn thing! Why don’t they make this shit a button or Velcro?” Ben thought to himself as his hands struggled to unclip the bra. The first battle that Ben faced was locating the clip but the bigger battle was removing it, something that highlighted Ben’s inexperience with women. Soon, however, Ben was able to get the bra undone as he slowly pulled the bra forward and felt his breasts beginning to fall downward. Once again, Ben fought the urge to stare but curiosity returned as his eyes were glued to the mirror as the bra came off. He watched closely as Amanda’s breasts were set free.
Ben was quite impressed with what he saw as Amanda’s breasts matched the rest of her body. They remained just as big as they looked in the bra but didn’t seem to have the same perkiness as the bra made them appear. Her breasts weren’t incredibly saggy but they did hang a bit lower than they most likely hung earlier in Amanda’s life. This didn’t matter much to Ben as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He never realized that his mother’s breasts were this large nor could he have known that her nipples were perfectly shaped. It was at this point that Ben did notice the weight of her breasts as he could feel them tugging at his body, making him lean slightly forward due to the weight.
“I~I should get in the shower,” Ben thought to himself as he knew he was starting to get a bit carried away with this. He knew that this was his mother’s body but the Body Exchange always softened the blow. Had things been differently, Ben would label the way he was acting as taboo but in the context of the Body Exchange this was normal. It was normal to study your new body and it was normal to feel a way about it that perhaps would be deemed as wrong. Either way, Ben knew he had to get the show in the road as he walked over to the shower and turned the water on.
