In Their Shoes Ch. 02

The afternoon sun filtered into Corey's room, casting a warm glow over everything inside. Vanessa laid back in bed, running her hand over her newly flat chest. A moment of sadness ran through her; she'd never been a fan of her bosom's endowed size, but to be completely flat? Idly, she played with a nipple, far smaller than what she was used to. Nothing - no sensitivity, no arousal, just slightly different skin essentially.

She chuckled, shaking her head. Why be upset about a little loss of pleasure when down below... Well, that was simply overwhelming. Vanessa had lost track of how many times she came, but already she could feel herself getting hard again. Unfortunately, pleasure as a guy...

Huh, Vanessa thought to herself, I really am a guy now. She chuckled quietly, thinking about everything going on. It was almost like a vacation from her life that had been falling apart. Now she just had school and a girlfriend to see and nothing bad was happening at all. No divorce, no stupid job, just an easy going life.

With a pleasant sigh, she ran a hand down her body feeling the flat surfaces only broken up by the smooth and subtle curves of muscles that her son had honed over years of track meets and practice. Her rough fingers slid down across her lap, and over her hard and ready cock... only to be met with the sticky and semi-coagulated mess from her earlier play.

"Ew," she grumbled, her voice deep and bassy. Her hand pulled back, a long string of old cum trailing off it. "That's it, shower time. I'll play in there." Vanessa hopped out of bed, making her way out of the bedroom and down the hall toward the bathroom. Suddenly, her old body appeared from out of the master bedroom. Vanessa paused, looking over her suddenly very maternal looking son wearing nothing but a robe. Her cock throbbed, begging for attention.

Corey looked his mom up and down and sighed. "So you tell me to behave myself, but you get a free pass with my body?" Vanessa opened her mouth to protest, but Corey cut her off. "I can smell and see it on you. Speaking of which, can you wear something when you leave the bedroom? I don't need to be impaled on my own dick when you walk by."

Vanessa groaned, annoyed. "Yes, mom," she said sarcastically with an exasperated tone. "Any other instructions for me?"

He shook his head, blonde hair shifting and shuffling about. "Just... ugh. Clean up, I'll order dinner later. Do you know if dad is coming home tonight?"

"How am I supposed to know? He does whatever he wants. He probably just slept at work yesterday." Realization dawned in Vanessa's eyes. "Speaking of work, shit! I... you... we needed to be at work today!"

"Yeah?" Corey nodded. "I know, so I called the office and told them that there was a situation I had to attend to." He ran his manicured fingers through his hair, shaking water off them. The movement pulled his robe open, revealing the cleavage of full and heavy breasts. Vanessa could feel the need building between her legs, some masculine drive that was finding her old body sexy. "What's her name... oh yeah, Jamie. She said it'd be fine. I'll just go in tomorrow... if we're still swapped, that is."

"Yeah... right..." Vanessa mumbled, her gaze looking away and off to the side. She needed to get in that shower before these thoughts got any worse. "Look, I ought to..." Words fell apart in her throat, and she slipped away into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.

***

Corey just leaned against the wall and sighed, hearing the water start to run. What had gotten into his mother? He'd given her space for the day, figuring they both needed to process what had happened... but had she really just been jacking off all day? Fuck, he was never that bad, right? No he wasn't, but only because of years of experiencing male desires and practice controlling those urges.

Still, he couldn't get the look his mother had been giving him out of his head. Like he was a piece of meat, something to be conquered and fucked. She... She wouldn't do that, right? A shudder ran through Corey's body, goosebumps raising on his skin. No, there was no way that would happen.

A door slamming across the house startled him back to reality. Rushing down the hallway and down the stairs, Corey froze when he saw his father walk back into the house. The pair made eye contact, and for a brief flash his dad looked happy to see him. Then, the sadness and reality of their new relationship crashed down and his dad looked miserable.

"Oh, hey Vanessa," he said, mumbling the last syllables as though the wind had been stolen out of him.

Vanessa, that's who I have to be, thought Corey to himself. "Hey... Tyler," he choked out, barely remembering to use his father's first name and not just call him 'dad'. "How was work?"

A bag of belongings hit the floor, and Corey's dad took off his shoes. "Same shit, different day." He eyed Corey up and down, taking in his appearance. A small smile formed on his lips. "You're, uh, well, you didn't go to work?"

Corey quickly gave himself a once over. There he was, standing half on one stair and half on another such that a leg was pushed out of his robe, and his chest was still prominently on display. Immediately, he wanted to fold the robe shut, but found himself hesitating. The attention from his father felt good. It felt right. A tight emptiness made itself known between his legs, and Corey became acutely aware of what that meant.

He was turned on, by his own father looking him over. Mentally, Corey cursed his female body betraying him, before realizing that it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He wanted to fix his parents' relationship, and their lack of sex was a major issue...

Corey realized his father was still waiting for an answer. He slowly walked down the stairs, joining him at the landing. Gently placing a hand on his father's chest, he mumbled in a breathy voice he never thought himself capable of, "Well, I just wanted to see you, see if we could... talk..."

His dad's eyes went wide and he stammered. "What's this about, Vanessa? You haven't acted like this in months!"

Corey frowned, though in reality it came out like a pout. Why was he acting like this? Did... did he want his dad to fuck him? The burning in his loins that could only be described as needful hunger seemed to say yes. "I just... I want to try and fix what we have. I know we haven't done anything in a while, and I thought--"

His words were cut off by a mouth roughly pressed against his own. Corey was immediately overwhelmed, feeling large hands over his chest squeezing his breasts - breasts he'd hardly even touched during his shower beyond basic cleaning - while his dad's scratchy beard dragged across his own smooth face. It was so much, all at once. If Corey had felt his own need building inside him, he could tell his father had even more passion and desire.

It was... overwhelming. The world rose up around Corey, his head spinning and twisting about. Suddenly, his father felt massive, like a dominating force that threatened to consume him entirely. With a whimper Corey broke away, tears unbidden forming in his eyes. Quickly he wiped them away, but it was too late - his dad had seen them.

Hurriedly, he pulled away, leaving Corey standing there alone. "I'm sorry, I thought... I just... you said..." His father stumbled for words, unable to express how he felt.

"It's not your fault," Corey sniffled. "There's just a lot going on... I want to fix things, but I don't think I can right now..."

Corey looked up and was met with a soft smile. "Just the fact that you want to means the world to me. Take your time." And then he disappeared into the house, staying downstairs. Corey felt lost, heading upstairs. The shower had stopped, and Corey looked at his old body standing at the end of the hallway.

"Did you seriously just try to fuck your father?"

Corey glared at her, shushing aggressively. "You mean my husband? That's none of your business, Corey." He put emphasis on using his name for his mother, grumbling. Hopefully his father wouldn't hear this conversation.

"I think I get what you're trying to do. You want to fix the marriage... 'your' marriage. But there's more to sex than just doing it. At least, for girls. There's a whole emotional component to it, you have to be in the mood both physically and emotionally."

Corey was quiet, looking at his mother. She had a point, it seemed. His body was certainly ready and wanted it, but emotionally? Could he really fuck his own father? He shook his head, dismissing the thought. "Look," Corey said quietly. "No fucking anyone while we're each other. That could cause so many problems..." He shook his head, before looking at his mother.

She was looking away, unable to make eye contact. Suddenly, Corey noticed that she was dressed nicely, in some of the best clothes he wore. He was even wearing cologne, albeit a light amount that he hadn't even noticed at first. "Sure... we can do that..."

"Mom--" Corey started, before putting his hand to his forehead. "Corey, why are you so dressed up?"

"Well, Brooke texted and wanted to hang out, so I figured I'd go to her place..." His mom did her best to look innocent, but both of them knew what was on her mind. "Look, it'll be fine. I'm just having dinner at her place, I'll be home later."

Before Corey could get another word out, she was gone, already down the stairs and out the door with the speed of an athlete. Corey collapsed against the wall, groaning. Deep down, he knew he'd regret this.

"Was that Corey leaving?" His dad called up the stairs, poking his head around the corner. Corey dared to look back down at him, seeing the innocence and confusion on his face.

"Yeah, he's having dinner with his girlfriend tonight, it's just us."

His father paused for a moment, before nodding. "What do you want to do for dinner? I can head out if you want the place to yourself..." His voice trailed off, a tinge of sadness staining how he said it.

Tears threatened to come back to Corey's eyes, but he kept his composure. It was simply depressing how badly his father wanted things to still work out, and he couldn't help but to feel resentful of his mother for doing this to him. He shook his head, smiling at his father. "No! Let's just do something simple. Like... pasta and shrimp?"

"Sure!" He sounded genuinely happy. "I'll get it started, come down when you're ready."

Corey ducked away, down the hallway to his parents' bedroom. Well, it was more his mother's room lately than his dad's, which made it his for the time being. He practically ripped off his robe, shedding it to the floor before climbing onto the bed. Despite talking to his mother and father, having to pretend to be someone he wasn't, he still felt lustful, horny, and hungry for attention. He needed to clear his head and do something about it... surely that would fix the issue, right? He couldn't ask that of his dad though, at least... not yet. Still, the memory of his hands over Corey's body was constantly replaying, teasing the young man with newly feminine needs.

Tentatively, his hands reached up to cup his bare breasts. Even just holding them felt electric, like a circuit had been connected and his body was alive with energy. The softest squeeze, little more than an ounce of pressure and already Corey was breathing heavily. He could feel his nipples throbbing, his heartbeat connected through them as the thick nubs rested against his palms.

Corey'd always been aware of just how well-endowed his mother was, but now that he was holding her breasts - his breasts, for now - in his hands, it was amazing. He whimpered as he played with them, feeling his body responding. Muscles drew taut as Corey bit his lip, stifling a moan as he pinched his nipples, tugging ever so slightly at them. Quickly he learned that too much stimulation was a real problem, and was working to master exactly where that line was for his new body.

It'd been building for a while, his orgasm. He could feel it, not just in his breasts or in his core, but everywhere. It was like every inch of his body was preparing for the explosive moment, and Corey kept fondling his breasts, teasing and turning himself on. Suddenly, he felt a crest in the pleasure, a peak that drove a whimper from his lips before subsiding back into the cool lust he'd been feeling.

Was... was that it? Corey lay there panting, frustrated. It was like an orgasm, but more subdued and controlled, though the need he'd been feeling was still there - intensified almost. He realized his hands were drifting down lower on their own as if magnetically pulled to his crotch, to his pussy.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. If his breasts had been awkward to mostly ignore previously, then his pussy... Well, that was just impossible to rationalize and accept. But it needed attention, begged for it with each throbbing pulse of his heart. Corey slowly lowered his hand, cupping the soft mound of flesh beneath his manicured fingers. His middle finger slid in on its own, the wet walls of his labia parting easily for the digit. As he entered himself for the first time, his breath hitched and his eyes widened.

This... Fuck, what was this? Another finger subconsciously joined the first, widening his opening slightly more. This was too incredible, too unlike anything he'd ever felt like as a guy. Sure, jacking off had felt nice, but at the end of the day it was just rubbing your hand against some skin with a big sensitive bulb at the end. His pussy felt varying shades of sensitivity as his fingers explored, barely touching against surfaces before they'd alight with pleasure. Every spot felt different, until finally he came across one massively different region.

His legs buckled and twitched, forcing themselves open to comply with some previously unknown-to-him instinct to make himself available. Corey rubbed against this one spot repeatedly, moaning lewdly under his breath. This was it, he knew. This would be his big, real orgasm. He was getting so close, his pleasure building and building but he couldn't quite crest the peak and finish. More was needed, something extra to bump him over the edge.

Unwilling to take his fingers out of himself, Corey used his spare hand to play with his breasts again. The wave of sensations ripping through his body nearly knocked him out, but he kept going. He was almost there, almost to the finish. It just would take a few more seconds of this to get there.

"Hey Vanessa, dinner's ready-- Oh, oh! Sorry!" Corey's dad appeared in the doorway, shock and surprise written plainly on his face. He made to leave, though he slowed down and froze, unable to stop watching the scene unfolding before him.

Corey was too far gone to care, too deep in the lust to realize what was going on. This man - this sexy, strong man had appeared, and based on the bulge in his pants, he was quite hung. The thought of such a cock penetrating deep into Corey broke him, and he threw back his head as he came relentlessly. Loud, aggressive moans filled the air while his pussy let out spray after spray of thin, clear liquid. Dimly, it occurred to him that his mom was a squirter. That he was a squirter, now.

It felt like hours had passed for Corey, trapped in the wash of pleasure before his body finally collapsed onto the bed. He looked up, and his dad wasn't at the door anymore. A tinge of embarrassment filled him; he couldn't think of that man as his dad, not after cumming to the thought of being fucked by him. Tyler... Tyler...

Corey bit his lip, nodding. Yeah, that name fit his dad well. Staggering as though drunk, he navigated to the bathroom and cleaned up, before returning to the bedroom to throw on a pair of pajamas. Fully covered and decent, he went downstairs. Every step closer to Tyler, Corey could feel his lust returning. It was controllable still, nothing compared to what he felt earlier, but it was enough to keep him ever so slightly distracted.

Dinner passed in a blur. It was silent at the table, neither Corey nor Tyler discussing what had happened. Instead, the clinks of silverware on plates filled the air, and the pair kept focused on their food - save for the occasional sneak peeks at each other. Corey wanted to say something, wanted to breach the quiet and fill it with some kind of progress in their relationship. The meal came and went though before he found his chance. Tyler scooped up the dishes and went back to the kitchen to clean them.

"Fuck," Corey mumbled, putting his head in his hands. The realization that this wasn't going to be an easy fix was dawning on him, and he wasn't sure what to do.

Tyler reappeared, standing awkwardly a few steps away. "So... unless you need anything from me, I'm going to head out to crash at Jake's place." A confused look washed over Corey's face because his father clarified. "You know, my best friend? His number is on the fridge?" Tyler sighed. "We talked about this Vanessa. I know you don't care, but if there's an emergency you have to be able to reach me. What if something happened to you and Corey?"

A pang of guilt filled Corey's chest as he got up and hugged the man in front of him. He felt diminutive again, but this time in a way that felt like Tyler would protect and care for him. It felt reassuring and comfortable being the smaller of the two. "I know, I know, Tyler. I'm sorry. I'm trying, I promise." Corey pulled back, smiling up at his father. "What if... you spent the night here tonight?"

A strange expression crossed Tyler's face, and he hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "I can't... Jake and I have plans. But if you mean it... how's tomorrow night sound?" His face looked hopeful, and Corey couldn't help but to smile and nod. "Wonderful!"

Tyler kissed Corey on the lips briefly before freezing up again, suddenly turning away and heading out of the house. From a distance, Corey could hear the door close and lock. He sank into his chair again, sighing. He was alone, filled with worry about his father being alone, and about his mother in his body with his girlfriend. For a moment, he thought to call them, to make sure nothing unbecoming was happening. But how much trouble could they really get in in one night?