Second Chance
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Chapter 1
DoOver Sci-fi Sex Story: Chapter 1 - 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
Beep ... Beep ... Beep ... Beep
My next conscious thought was that the annoying beeping had gone on too long.
I'm not sure how long is long, but it went on a long time – too long - before I realized that if could I could hear it, maybe I wasn't dead. As awareness slipped up on me I recognized that I was awake, which meant I had been unconscious.
My world went from silence to sound, sight and smell. I was aware of lights - bright, white and all around me. The steady beeping gave way to other activity, as the sounds of people intruded – lots of people, it seemed.
'If I'm dead, then this is the afterlife... ' I thought and the thought shocked me into motion. Struggling to sit up was a lost cause but did have the secondary effect of causing all kinds of response from those others.
"He's coming around," barked a voice.
"We got him back. Let's make sure we're ready for him," and hands descended on me from all sides, poking, prodding, sticking, shoving and pulling. I heard a sharp voice, barking orders. "Listen people. This is a 14 year old boy, with severe head injuries. Stop pushing him around like there's no risk of further damage. We haven't even seen the spinal cord film, yet."
Everything hurt and I groaned to let my tormentors know I could feel the torture they were visiting on me. My eyes weren't cooperating, so I kept them shut, though I don't think I could have opened them, if I tried. My first shot at sight resulted in the brightness that slammed them back shut and I was happy to keep it that way for the foreseeable future.
"Brian? Baby ... Stay with me, honey. Stay with me, baby. I can't lose you. I can't."
It was the women from the car. Someone needs to tell her I'm not Brian and she's not my mother. For crying out loud, my mother died twenty-nine years ago, when I was fourteen.
I needed to find out about my car. I needed to find out lots of things, not the least of which was, how did I end up in the wrong car at the accident and where was Brian? For that matter, who was Brian? And why does this woman think I'm her son?
I don't know what the doctor did right then, but that's when the worst pain I have ever experienced exploded in the front of my skull and blackness covered me once again.
My waking thoughts were a jumble but I managed to get focused on a few key points. I knew I was Carl Foster of Colorado Spring, Colorado. I am single, 43 years young, well – not so young – and in rather good physical shape. My failed marriage was a wake-up call to get myself in shape, eat well and get back to training weight, like I was used to as a college athlete.
