Milf For A Night : MILF Swap 3 (M2F Body Swap Gender Swap Erotica Paranormal Erotica): MILF Swap, #3

By Tori Westwood

Jake had always been skeptical, so when a mystic offers to transform him into the body of his willing landlady Betty he had no idea it'd actually happen!

At home the two explore their new bodies in private, but Jake is conflicted.  He goes to see how his landlady is getting on and is amazed to find her jerking it on his bed!  She's enjoying Jake's body to the fullest so he figures he should do the same.

Read as Jake put himself in his Betty's body and uses it to claim his virgin length.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Jun 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201103644

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Fuck, he hushed.  "It’s Betty."

He started to lift his t-shirt slowly, eyeing the flesh that was revealed.  It was milky and tender and so not his own.  It was smooth and soft and when his fingers touched it it felt like he was touching another woman.  Shit, he was.

Oh, Betty, Jake said, listening to her voice leave him again.

He hurried the t-shirt over his head and then stared at the bra-bound breasts that looked back.  He took a deep breath and watched them lift on his chest.

I can’t do this, he said, but he couldn’t convince himself.

He reached behind and struggled with the bra strap.  His face contorted as he fought to free himself, then suddenly he felt the snap and the release.  His breasts dropped ever-so-slightly.

Jake was trembling.  His slender fingers shook as he stripped the bra off himself and moved it down his shoulders.

Finally he saw Betty’s nipples appear, all soft and pink on her chest.  He looked down to confirm that they were right there in front of him and then shook his head in disbelief.

Oh, Jake, he said now, trying out the words.  He felt a tingle between his legs as he became increasingly excited.  He’d longed to hear Betty’s voice talk in such sultry tones.

Touch my tits, Jake, he said.

He moved Betty’s hands and felt her breasts.  He took their weight and pushed them together, marveling at the spectacle that played out in the mirror.

Finally he turned around and looked at his shapely ass.  He pushed back and looked at the curves, watching the flow of the yoga-pants move round and through his legs.

Look at that, he whispered in awe.

Jake pushed the yoga-pants down and realized that that Betty was wearing a thong.  He looked at her bare ass, split with the fabric that curved between her ass-cheeks.

Oh, Betty.  That’s perfect.

He was so grateful that she’d taken care of herself and started to scald himself for ever mocking her lifestyle.

You do you, he said.

He felt a pang of guilt and slipped the pants back up over himself.  He turned and looked at Betty’s naked tits again, then he grabbed his t-shirt and stowed them away out of sight.

You can’t, he said.  It isn’t right.

He walked from the bathroom in defiance of his own fantasy, rejecting