“Well it looks like I’m playing you” I said to my final opponent in the snooker tournament. The man stood simply gawking at my body as did the rest of the crowd which had gathered around to watch the final or rather stare at the voluptuous form that I currently occupied. That of my mother Janine. You see I’m not a regular person, I am a body hopper. But I am a regular person in the fact that I am dreadfully short on cash. Well you say, “why didn’t you just body hop somebody and take their cash?”. Well I’m not a thief. So I decided that the best way to earn some money was to win a snooker tournament. You see I’m reasonably good at snooker. So I entered a tournament at my local pub. I lost in the first round. “It’s okay darling, you’ll get them next time” My mom had said hugging me like she does, having come to watch me play. I could feel the eyes of the olf men burning into me and my mother as we hugged. They were clearly staring at her huge chest which pressed snuggly against me like two soft pillows. It was tat this moment I got an idea. So, I re-entered the tournament the next week. But this time it wasn’t me who turned up to play. It was my mom. I’d managed to body hop her while she was sleeping that morning and spent the whole day finding something sexy to wear before setting off to the pub.
And now her I am in the final of the tournament, 150 pounds within reach. It was clear that I was going to win it as my opponent was still gawking at my chest even as I asked “Head’s or tails?” for who’s breaking. I shrugged it off, leaning down to break myself, making sure to give him a great view of my mom’s deep cleavage. I was just about to launch the cue ball towards the triangle of reds when suddenly I head a voice “Janine?” It said shocked. Instantly I knew who it was, I didn’t want to look up, this was the only thing that could foil my plan. I slowly forced myself to look up, there he stood, my dad an angered expression across his face.
“Oh shit!” I said to myself.
