Swap Tales: The Replacement Mom

By Gregor Daniels

Lisa Culver is concerned her son, James, will misbehave on his twenty-first birthday in Las Vegas. But with the power of Swap Mate—and James' best friend, Chandler—she has the perfect plan to keep an eye on him! Chandler, meanwhile, believes he's getting the short end of the stick with Lisa's middle-aged body. Until he's invited by one of Lisa's friends, Rachel, to have some girls-only fun!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Apr 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005194321

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 © 2021 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

This erotic story takes place in the Swap Mate universe.

1

Chandler woke with a fierce headache. This must be a hangover, he thought, cradling where the epicenter of the ferocious pounding was, a few centimeters behind his temples. It felt like his skull was about to split open. Ugh! So he’d had a little too much to drink—a lesson for his future self once he and James landed in Vegas in a few hours. It was James’ twenty-first birthday. Chandler’d had his a few months ago, but he’d only had one beer to celebrate the momentous occasion.

In retrospect, one beer was the way to go! Or two, or three.

Not…

How many did he have?

Everything about last night was a little hazy. He remembered crashing on the Culver family couch, and the couch was where he was this morning. Groaning, he searched his pockets for his phone. The plane for Vegas left at noon. He wanted to double-check his itinerary and make sure he hadn’t overslept. And if his headache would kindly depart his brain before he was several thousand feet in the air, that would be nice!

Someone was standing over him.

James? he muttered to the blurry silhouette. As his eyes gradually regained focus, he swore his buddy James had some impressive tits.

"This is what I was afraid of," a voice—a woman’s voice—said. "You boys turn twenty-one, and suddenly you’re acting like it’s Animal House. My trash can was overflowing with beer cans! Budweiser! Heavens, you can’t even drink good beer."

Chandler’s vision cleared up. The owner of the voice was Ms. Culver, James’ smoking-hot mom. A bit startled and dazed, he instinctively fixated his attention on something that would calm him down; those somethings were Ms. Culver’s huge breasts. She wore a red crop tank top, and the front was stretched to the limit around her massive chest. A legitimate MILF, Ms. Culver had been the origin of Chandler’s funny feelings around puberty. With her toned body—and what he was pretty sure were breast implants, though James refused to admit it—she had only gotten more gorgeous and attractive in her mid-forties.

Chandler found himself happily staring at her nipples, like pebbles trapped inside the spandex, crushed between the taut fabric and her mountainous assets.

He had totally forgotten she’d said anything at all.

Ms. Culver snapped her fingers.

Yeh-uh-huh? He rubbed his eyes. Ms. Culver? What’s up?

Your debauchery, honey. She pushed him aside and made herself a small ledge to sit on. Chandler’s gaze swept down to her belly button piercing and her skintight yoga pants. Either her Saturday mornings were for exercising, or she loved the revealing outfits. "You drink yourselves silly in my house, and now you’re heading to Vegas? Let me guess. To blow your savings on half-naked girls and slot machines?"

Chandler nodded. A strip club had been mentioned, once or twice. There was no place like Las Vegas in the country. And it wasn’t far; they could fly in this afternoon and fly back the next day. Ms. Culver was probably thinking about those Hangover movies. But he and James were more responsible than that. Honest!

"Can’t you boys do anything more responsible