You’ve always had a thing for your Mom, I mean… look at her. And for some reason you just can’t hold it in anymore. You can’t TAKE not having her. But you have to go about getting her PROPERLY because you don’t want to freak her out, right? She can tell something is up the minute she sees you, though. She always can. Such a good mother. You wimp out and make some story up about your friend fucking his mum and… well, fuck. She doesn’t take it well. You don’t know what you were thinking but… there’s always plan B, right? You’ve had it for a while, a bottle of wine with a bit of bodyswap potion in it… you’ve kept it well hidden so Mom didn’t drink it on her own - she HAS to drink it with you for it to work… and… well, this morning she does. You wake up in her body and feel a TINY bit bad, but then you remember how horrible she was about your “friend” and suddenly all of your worries leave you. You immediately go mooching in her drawers, finding all sorts of lingerie and sex related paraphernalia… Moms a slut, huh? Giving yourself a fashion show in her body in front of the mirror, you chastise your Mom for being a tease… how DARE she say your kinks are gross when she goes around parading her body - practically BEGGING her son to be turned on by her. That’s okay though, now you have control of her body you’re going to edge her, teasing her the way she teases you, in the hopes that every atom of Mommys being will remember the feeling of how horny you got her - and you’ll only let her cum it Mommys subconscious promises to remember who let her do it - her son.