Swap Tales: MILF Trade

By Gregor Daniels

Todd can't wait to enjoy summer—until he's approached with a proposition. His best friend's well-endowed mother is overworked and never has time to exercise. But with Swap Mate, there's a solution. Trade bodies, work off the pounds, and get paid for it! But the only thing Todd didn't factor in was how much he would want to stay a sexy, curvy MILF.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Mar 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781370523528

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Copyright © 2020 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

CAUTION: Swap Tales contains perverted, gender-bending scenarios. Experiences herein do not represent the beliefs, opinions, or motives of the Witchsoft Corporation.

You want the shower? Joe asked, removing his sweat-drenched jersey and hanging it on his dad’s old Bowflex equipment. Five years since the divorce, and it was still sitting there in the garage, collecting dust.

Nah, man, go ahead, Todd panted. Quitters first.

Joe laughed. I only quit because there was no hope of you beating me. I was playing nice. Catch! With no warning, he spun around and threw the basketball back at Todd. Once it might’ve knocked him on his ass, but after four years of being the school’s lead passer, Todd’s reflexes deserved their own championship-winning stat column; he caught the flying ball right at his chest, securing it with neither a bobble or correction to his grip. Joe smiled. Dude, stop being a freak.

I’m just really good with balls, Todd said, then realizing how that might sound out of context.

Joe jumped on it: "I’m sure Emily would love to hear that!"

They both grabbed refreshments inside the house, with Joe sucking down half a bottle of ice-cold water before heading off into the bottom-floor bathroom. Todd waited until he heard the shower kick on before stepping into action. Setting the basketball down, he tiptoed upstairs and into the master bedroom at the end of the hallway. It didn’t look like she was home. Excellent. He went right inside and over to the bureau, knowing full well the consequences if he were to get caught and yet being strongly overruled by the unanimous vote of tightness in his shorts. His whole body was shaking as he opened the top drawer and beheld the cotton and lace treasures within.

Fuck, he thought, his fingers coming into contact with the one thing better than a million-dollar-winning lottery ticket: the undergarments belonging to Joe’s mother.

Even before Todd had come to understand the biological attractions offered by the opposite sex—or even known what sex itself was—Renee had captivated him like no other woman on Earth. She had been his introduction, his unaware teacher, his secret sex fantasy all rolled into an unforgettable—unmatchable—busty and curvy package. His hands felt along her intimates, exploring the robust and expansive contours of her bras. 40J! He could fit his entire palm on a single cup, fingers outstretched. To satisfy his raging hard-on, he tried to visualize the immensity of such breasts that required all that space and support, how heavy and pendulous they must’ve been. God! His best peek at them had been some years ago, on a trip to the arcade. Renee had been driving. She’d hit a pothole and about wrecked because the jolt through the car had snapped her bra. Joe had played on his phone while his mother pulled over and went about removing the bra—without taking off her shirt. Todd could still clearly remember all that jostling and bouncing, and every shirt-straining pull and undulation from then on, the only thing separating those colossal puppies from the outside world being an overtaxed and super-stretched logo of the Miami Dolphins.

Hnngh!

Of course, his arousal couldn’t overcome common sense: he was an eighteen-year-old guy lusting after a forty-year-old goddess. That kind of age difference wasn’t just brushed under the rug. And, well, Renee was Joe’s mother. That was kind of a big deal too.

But Todd would almost do anything to meet his hands to those fantastic tits. His two