Second Chance
Chapter 3

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DoOver Sci-fi Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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  

We soaked as long as possible, reluctant to drag ourselves out of the water and have to start moving in, so to speak. With only our clothes, a few boxes of Brian's - sports equipment, a little league trophy, some photos, pictures for the wall and knick knacks, it wasn't the volume of the task, just the task. Having to do it was unattractive and by consensus we put it off as long as we could.

When we did get to it, unpacking clothes and putting away things took the rest of the evening, with a short break to eat and clean up the kitchen.

There was no cable, no phone and no mail forwarded. All those things would have to wait until the morning. We found a note from the landlord with some phone numbers to call to get cable and phone service and I had noted the Post Office as we drove back from town. Beth Ann asked me if I thought I'd feel up to car shopping in the morning and I suggested we find a lawyer to represent us with the trucking company and our insurance carrier, and see if they were anxious to make a settlement that included a new vehicle, some pain and suffering money, as well as reimbursement for the way our lives were disturbed by the produce truck.

I also suggested we have my bruises photographed for proof of the injuries. That got mom's attention. She demanded I show her my bruises and virtually ordered me to her bedroom to examined and photographed. At her demand I stripped down to my briefs and stood nervously while she turned me this way and that, carefully inspecting every mark, bruise, swelling and discoloration. Her fingers were gentle and other than an occasional probe which caused pain, I withstood it stoically.

"Honey. I didn't realize that other than your bruised face, it was so bad. I am so sorry. We have to get you to the doctor and have all this looked at and treated. Wait while I get my camera and we'll make a full set of photos for whatever lawyer we can find. These will start to fade pretty fast at your age, so this was a good suggestion. Thanks."

Beth Ann wasn't sure where to start to find a lawyer in a strange town, so I suggested she call the bank VP and ask him for a referral. It wouldn't be a bad idea to see if his wife could recommend a family doctor and dentist. I thought it prudent for Beth Ann to build a relationship with her boss's wife because that would seriously help her establish herself around town. Because she'd lived in Des Moines for such a short time, she had no real friends, certainly none nearby and working through the bank family was a good way to start. I might have the body of a fourteen year old, horn dog, but I had the head and experience of a forty-three year old, horn dog and that just made good sense.

When Beth Ann was done with her camera she suggested I stay with her, so after a trip to my room for sleeping shorts and a pit stop, we cuddled up like two puppies and slept soundly. I slept on her right to avoid contact with my injured side but the pain still woke me many times whenever I shifted in the bed.

Once, when I moaned, Beth Ann woke up and demanded to know what and where it hurt. After I explained that putting pressure against the bruises hurt enough to wake me, she tried to figure out some way to pad me so I wouldn't roll against my bruises but we gave it up and went back to sleep and rested until my bladder got the best of me at about 2:30.

As I exited the master bathroom, she passed me going in and did that thing where she pulled her nightgown just up above her butt on the way to the commode. I caught a brief glance of her bottom again and was instantly hard as a rock. When she saw that I hadn't returned to the bed she smiled the sweetest smile while we chatted as she tinkled. It felt natural, almost like we had been doing it that way for years and years. She probably had. It was all new to me, though and I worried about her noticing my arousal and being either embarrassed, or offended.

Neither happened and she finished, washed her hands and crawled back up against me in bed. When she took my arm to cuddle closer, the back of her hand brushed my erection for just a moment, sending a spike of lust through my body. She acted like she didn't know anything had happened, sighed and relaxed against me. Her warmth and steady breathing soon lulled me back to sleep.

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