. Jack... Why are you holding my underwear?" The color in Jack's face turned white as he looked down in shame. "I'm sorry Sammy. I'm really sorry." "S...rry for what?" "I just... I have this weird addiction... I mean obsession. I just love sniffing used panties from hot girls." "Oh..." I stood there for a moment taking in what he said. "You think I'm hot?" "Sammy, you know you're a gorgeous girl." I was aware that guys thought I was attractive. And I had definitely noticed some of my dad's. When we finally caught our breath my mother did a wicked thing, she pull my head down and began kissing her 14-year old son on his lips. I felt her tongue pushing again my mine and I responded. Our tongues began probing our mouths, darting in and out, running along our teeth ,we were tongue fucking! This was a kiss no mother and son should ever engage in, a forbidden thing of passion and lust. My prick was pressed between us; I sent a stream of warm cum shooting up our bodies and I could tell. Her knickers were flimsy, with a single string of lace pulled up into the narrow cleft of her backside. She stood with her hands at her waist, clutching the material of her dress so that she was fully exposed to him. Then, ever so slowly she lowered her upper body down until her tits were pressed against the surface of the desk and she lay against it with her head turned to one side. She remained still, positioned for him, breathing heavily, awaiting his next move. Steven paced forward and. I watched her spirit leave her body and head for the Light, andinstead of going upward myself, I bent down to kiss her body when thenurses shocked her.Next thing I know, I am waking up, and I am her. I wondered if I wasstill dreaming. I had never had a dream like this before, but maybe itwas possible. I tried to pinch myself, but no difference.It occurred to me that if I wasn't dreaming, I was in trouble. Could Itell anyone I wasn't this girl? Who would believe me? And even if by somemiracle.