Second Chance
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Chapter 7
DoOver Sci-fi Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
Shopping turned out to be just about as successful as we hoped. Beth Ann had a list of things we needed for the cabin and I had one for things I just wanted.
While unpacking Brian's things, I discovered he had quite a bit of money saved aside, in an old cigar box. By the time I had it all organized and counted, there was over four-hundred dollars in various bills, over one-hundred and fifty more in coins and a bank book showing a balance of just under twenty-three hundred dollars in a bank back in Iowa. I had all the money I needed to fix Brian's brutally bad taste in clothes.
We spent several hours at Walmart and J.C. Penney's, picking up things like bed spreads, throw pillows for the living room furniture along with kitchen and bath things. I wasn't crazy about the men's section at Walmart and talked Beth Ann into trying Penney's, where I had much better luck.
Because summer was just getting underway, Penney's was featuring fall clothes, coats, sweaters, jackets and other cool weather necessities. Spring clothes were all on sale and I got some great deals on golf shirts, everyday slacks, a couple button down shirts and a nice suit. With the sales and closeout pricing, all told, my shopping was running about seventy-five percent off on things, so I didn't feel bad about adding boxers, soft athletic socks, a nice pair of Nikes and some scuff pants and casual shorts to my pile.
Beth Ann got a hard look on her face when she saw me pull out my wad of bills to pay and she quickly grabbed my hand, pushing it back towards my pocket. "The one and ONLY thing your dad did agree to do was provide for your basic needs. You never spend a cent on yourself. You've always been perfectly happy wearing any old things, as long as it covered you up. Now that you are finally willing to update your closet, he is paying for it. Got it, buster? That's why we set up the special account at the divorce settlement hearing. The judge forced your dad to deposit three hundred dollars, every month, in the account so we have access to money when you need things. So far you haven't allowed me to use any of it." She meant it, so I caved in, hoping I hadn't committed a tactical error that could cause her to doubt my identity.
"You know something, Brian," she asked as we browsed through the ladies shoe department? "When you tried on that suit before and came out of the dressing room looking so grown up and handsome, it was like I was looking at daddy all over again. I can't believe how much you remind of him. It's like he's come back.
"You have no idea how special you are and proud I am to be you mom. Thanks for everything you do to help me, love me and make me feel special. I just love you so much." She quit before her words brought tears, but I knew they were just beneath the surface.
Her sadness sort of spoiled our good mood and we headed home. By the time we put things away and Beth Ann was satisfied with the little bit of redecorating she'd wanted to do, I was in the hot tub, soothing my sore body. Even though it was the third day since I woke up in this body after the accident, and though this body was only fourteen years old, I still ached all over. Beth Ann had commented while we were shopping that I was bent over like a little old man and I realized that's exactly how it felt. Instead of fourteen, I felt every one of my forty-three years, plus some and every little, lingering injury I'd had along the way.
Beth Ann joined me about twenty minutes later in a swim suit I hadn't seen. It showed off her figure very nicely and I couldn't keep my eyes off her. My obvious interest pleased her and we talked about all kinds of inconsequential things.
Eventually we had to get out. You can only take so much of a good thing and we had gotten ours.
After a quick supper, we decided to watch the sun set on the back screened porch. It had been hot all afternoon and the ground was giving up its heat as the sun drifted down. We sat quietly enjoying the peace and quiet, listening to the occasional bird and squirrel in the nearby trees. We were so relaxed I guess Beth Ann let her guard down.
"Hey you," she started, "I hope you weren't mortified when I came in and talked to you at the doctor's office. I thought you had to be so embarrassed in there. If the shoe was the other foot and I had to ... do that with you waiting in the next room, I know I'd die of embarrassment."
She completely disarmed me, causing me to blurt out, "What was most embarrassing was having you three, pretty women staring at me ... like that. I wanted to shrivel up and die, laying there knowing you could see me, all of me, that way.
Did it just completely gross you out?"
"No. Absolutely not," she said.
"Brian. We are all the family we have. There is no way I am going to be 'grossed out' just because I saw you ... that way. You have a great body. And I can tell you don't have to take any back seats about your ... you know ... I know boys worry about ... how ... you know, how you compare and – well - you don't have anything to worry about." She blushed the prettiest shade of red and had such an incredibly sweet expression that I wanted to fall into her eyes and get lost. "You do realize that Colleen and Rebecca were very taken with you, don't you?"
I wasn't buying that. "Nope. No way. There is no way; you're not selling me on that."
"Want to bet," she said? "I'll tell you a secret about women. When Rebecca 'invited' me and Colleen to look closely at your equipment, she didn't do it to help us understand your injuries. She did it because you have a great body and she wanted us to enjoy it as much as she was. As long as she was staring at you like she wanted to eat you up, it would be easy to accuse her of just wanting to look at your ... you know ... look at you without your clothes on.
"By having us move in close and help her "examine" you, she had cover for her horny behavior.
"Girls LOVE to see a good looking male body just as much as boys like to see a girl's chest. We don't get nearly as many chances because men keep things much more covered up and there are even far fewer men naked in movies than there are women.
