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Second Chance

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Prologue: The Day I died

DoOver Sci-fi Sex Story: Prologue: The Day I died - 43 year old Carl watched helplessly as Death came for him in the form of an overloaded produce truck. Suddenly he found himself in the body of a 14 year old boy, injured in the same accident. Now Carl had to learn how to live as Brian and cope with a new life and a loving mother.

Caution: This DoOver Sci-fi Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa   Consensual   Science Fiction   DoOver   Incest   Mother   Son   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Petting  

The Day I Died

It is scary when you can see death coming for you and have no escape. The scream of tortured tires, the acrid smell of burning brakes, all combined to add sound to the terrifying truth. In my last second a thought flitted across my mind.

'This is really it.

I'm gonna die.

And I'm Really Gonna Die Now.'

Death didn't frighten me so much as it ticked me off. At forty-three with a lame job, living in a lame apartment, recovering from a lame divorce, I couldn't catch a break. There was so much I could have been. I flashed on all the places I could have gone and jobs I could have landed. Life was ending and I had nothing to show for having lived.

All that and more flickered through my mind in the last millisecond.

The collision was big. The impact must have stopped my heart and burst numerous blood vessels in my brain. The collapsing hood and folding chassis were the last things I remember seeing, as mind blowing pain exploded inside me, chasing consciousness.

My next thought was that I was really and truly dead ... and then I realized I couldn't be because I was thinking about being dead.

How can you be dead, if you're thinking about being dead?

Great.

My first experience with death and it's a conundrum.

"Brian! BRIAN! B R I A N!!!" I heard the voice but didn't recognize it. It was a nice voice but completely foreign. The pain in my head was excruciating but it should have been, having apparently survived a head on crash with an overloaded produce truck, in my worn out, beat up, Toyota.

"Brian. Baby. Don't fall asleep. Stay awake. You hear me? Stay with me. I'm getting you an ambulance. Don't worry. Mommy's here with you. Can you hear me, honey? PLEASE speak to me, baby.

Please."

As the pain in my head escalated from terrible to brutal, I wondered who Brian was and why his mother was screaming in my ear. As I brought my hands to my aching head, I noticed that I was wearing a watch I didn't own, and I was my arm was covered by a shirt that wasn't mine. It was a shirt I would never be caught dead wearing. What was going on?

 
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