The Happy Accident - Sex Stories

The Happy Accident

The sexual tension that had been steadily building for the past three weeks shattered as my mother brought her face closer to mine and our lips pressed together. She lingered for a few moments, her hands gripping the back of my neck, holding me in place. The pressure of her lips increased and then I almost jumped as I felt her lips part and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I was stunned. My mom was french kissing me. I felt her tongue moving around, gently rubbing the inside of my mouth, my teeth, my tongue. Then it was gone. She released her hold on my face and pulled back. She held my gaze for a long moment, and when I didn't respond she turned and started to stand up.

I remembered waking up in the hospital, groggy and disoriented. After the accident, the first sensation I'd experienced in my new body was the sweet aroma of my mother's perfume wafting into my nostrils. It had smelled so familiar, and yet... so different. She'd visited me in the hospital, believing that I was her husband. Her kiss was what woke me, as it had seemingly activated a dormant part of my father's brain--the brain that now housed my consciousness. It was a soft, tender, and loving kiss that lasted longer than I expected, but I didn't pull away. Her lips were warm and slightly salty as we pulled apart. She smiled at me and then patted me on the cheek and turned, quickly being escorted out of the room by a nurse. I thought it was a dream. A hallucination. Surely that kids had been meant for my ...

... dad, not me?

Snapping out of my memory, I sat perfectly still, unable to move for a moment. I'd been trapped in my father's body for three weeks, observing my parent's relationship from the driver's seat as my mother tenderly nursed me back to health. Overwhelmed by a rush of emotion, I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her back down into a sitting position on the bed. A deep, primordial urge began to stir from within my father's body--now MY body. I wanted her. Badly. This time I placed both my hands on her face and pulled her close, pressing my lips against hers. She didn't resist. In fact, she gently parted her lips and this time my tongue ventured into her waiting mouth. Immediately she began sucking on my tongue and gently rubbing it with her own. I've kissed a few women in my life, but this was an entirely new experience. It was erotic, but it also engendered a deep, profound sense of love and comfort. The taste of her mouth was intoxicating. The wrongness of the whole situation was also at odds with the very rightness of the moment. It didn't matter that she'd given birth to me. I was her husband now, and that was enough.

I pulled her down on top of me, letting my father's rough hands glide from her hair, to her neck, then down her back and finally resting on her butt. I could feel her weight pressing down on my lap. Her warmth seeping into me, her breasts pressed up against my chest. I rolled her over so that we were side by side on the bed facing each ...