. he didn't. No, he said, not this time, she would have to hold her position on her own or face punishment. At this, the tears flowed freely, releasin... all the tension and pressures of her life outside this room. She wanted to please him but she was not at all sure she could do as ordered. He stood next to the bed and rubbed the cool wood of the paddle on the burning flesh of her ass cheeks. He told her to count and make sure to keep up or he'd have to start again. He asked if she understood. “Please stop, it is wrong for having my son’s fingers in my pussy.” Mom cried.I pull out my fingers and showed mom how wet her pussy is. “Are you sure you want me to stop, mom? Your pussy is wet. I know you wanted this too.” I asked.Then I pull out my hard dick from my pants, pull down her panties, and put my hard dick on top of her well trimmed pussy. I started rubbing my dick back and forth on top of her pussy. “Please stop, I beg you, son. My pussy is already dripping wet, and it is so wrong. ." Mark started to say when suddenly the room was filled with a green glow, though it only lasted a moment.Amelia staggered as a wave of dizziness washed over her then gasped in delight when she suddenly realized that she was no longer inside of her own body. She dropped the beers that were in her hands and looked down at her new... male body. Mark's body. Then she started to laugh, desperately wanting to see Mark's confusion and fear at being in her body.Mark just stood there in Amelia's body. Jill looked at her startled. Susan could feel the lurch of hope and desire in the girl.The moment stretched, uneasily. Susan was fully aware of what would happen if they touched."It seems so trite speaking of trivialities, I know we both feel the same, but this is not the place." Susan said, lifting her eyes to grasp Jill's gaze and holding it mercilessly."Where is the place?" Jill asked, spellbound."You still enjoy biking? You must. Those legs give you away." Susan chuckled."Yes. I love it.".