Mother Knows Best

I thought I hid it very well. I was envious of my next door neighbor Jake. He was everything I wasn’t: tall, dark, handsome, well-built, and most of all he had the coolest motorcycle I had ever seen. I was obsessed with him. Hell I wanted to be him. It absolutely drove me wild seeing him dressed in his leathers riding his bike; maybe even wilder when he was lying on top of his bike half-dressed cooling down in the shade of his driveway after coming back from a ride. It just wasn’t fair! How could he look so hot?

I was so obsessed that I would get up in the morning just to watch him get on his bike and ride off to work. I would watch him anytime I could hear his bike pulling into his driveway or even if he was just working on it. But I thought no one noticed… After a day of shopping, my mother brought home a big box wrapped in brown paper.

“I hope you enjoy your present.” She handed me the box and told me to open it. I couldn’t begin to imagine what was in the box and I was just so eager to find out that I tore into the paper as quick as I could. My eyes must have gone six miles wide when I pulled out the treasure: a motorcycle jacket! It wasn’t new and somehow looked strangely familiar but it was the jacket of my dreams. Only one small problem: it looked way too big to ever fit me. My mom knew my sizes so she never would have made that kind of mistake.

“Thanks mom!” I was so excited I couldn’t wait to try my new most valuable possession on. “But isn’t it too big?”

“You’ll grow into it. Remember mother always knows best.” Ha! Fat chance of that happening. I was destined to be more nerd than stud. But I could swear I saw a sly smile on her face as she left the room and I went to mine to try my jacket on in private.

I immediately took off my shirt so my upper body was naked. I didn’t want anything between me and the feel of the jacket. I just had this fantasy that if I put on the jacket I would somehow magically turn into a biker stud like Jake. Silly I know but that is truly what I thought and wanted so badly. As I figured the jacket was miles too large for my small body. I was swimming in leather but I didn’t care. The smell was so euphoric and just the thought of having the jacket on was driving me wild. As soon as I zipped the jacket I closed my eyes so I could imagine myself riding Jake’s bike, the wind blowing through my hair, and just how cool I looked on that motorcycle. The jacket felt so good against my skin… wait a minute… the jacket was too big to be touching my skin so tightly. I opened my eyes and turned to the mirror… and my jaw dropped to the floor. Okay, not literally to the floor but what I saw confounded me. Not only did the jacket fit me like a glove, I was the spitting image of Jake!

“Honey, are you okay in there?” My mother called to me. How could I possibly answer her? If I sounded like Jake she would know something was wrong. But even if I didn’t sound like him how would I tell her that I had changed into his twin? Then another thought occurred to me… she had brought the jacket home to me. Did she know what would happen as soon as I put it on?

“I’m fine mom.” I nearly shat in my pants when I heard Jake’s voice coming out of my mouth. No way that she wouldn’t know something was up.

“That’s good dear. Enjoy yourself.” She knew! She had to have known what had happened. She had to have planned all this but why?

I had been in such a hurry to put the jacket on that I hadn’t noticed the clothes lying on my bed. There was a pair of well-worn jeans, white T, socks, and motorcycle boots. Dark sunglasses like I had often seen Jake wearing lay at the side of the clothes along with the biggest prize of all – the keys to a motorcycle! I was in seventh heaven. I couldn’t wait to get dressed in all the gear and hop on the bike. Hold on… I didn’t own a bike. What was I thinking? I’ll worry about that later. First, however, I had to get myself undressed and that meant taking the jacket off. Would I revert back to my former puny self when I did?

Cautiously I unzipped the jacket, closing my eyes tight as I expected to find this had all just been some crazy illusion brought on by my desire. Slowly I opened first one eye and then the other. I let out a sigh of relief as Jake still stared back at me from the mirror. Man how I loved the look of having pecs and chiseled abs. And what guns I now had to go with them! I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch every part of my chest, which by the way was as smooth as a baby’s bum and just as soft. I had all I could do to draw my hands away from my incredibly hot torso but I had to find out what lay beneath my tattered jeans – they just didn’t fit my taller and definitely more muscular legs and the strain had torn them to shreds along with the shoes that had been on my feet. I had no idea what I was going to find since I had never seen Jake’s private parts (oh, hell, I might as well just say his dick since I would soon be looking at them and they certainly wouldn’t be private anymore). I anxiously awaited my first glimpse of my new (and likely quite improved) lower extremities as I undid my pants and let them fall to the floor. I can only say unequivocally that I was not disappointed in the least. My dick, yes my glorious dick, had a foreskin, something I had never had the pleasure of knowing before since I had been circumcised at birth, and was definitely bigger than my little wiener I had known all my life. I had such a thrill go through my body when I touched that sensitive piece of meat that I thought I had died and gone to heaven. And my legs… whoa… they seemed like they went on for miles until they terminated in my big feet. Like my upper body my lower body was hairless. I turned my gaze to the mirror so I could take in the whole glory of my body at once. Everything about my body that I saw was just such a turn on, so much so that my new meat started to rise and soon I was jacking off, lost in orgasmic bliss. I know that sounds very crass but can you honestly tell me that you wouldn’t do the same if you suddenly found yourself in the body of your dreams?

As soon as I got myself calmed down and cleaned up (and believe me it was hard not to get aroused again as I did that), I got myself dressed. I thought it rather odd that I had no underpants but I guess Jake must go commando most of the time so that was part of the package. I couldn’t believe how fucking hot I looked even before I put the jacket back on. Now dressed, I made my way into the other room, only to be met by my mother… and Jake!

I guess I was kind of relieved to find out I hadn’t actually become Jake per se since that would have meant the real Jake would have disappeared and that would have made me feel guilty. Instead whatever magic had changed me had made me into his identical twin in every way. Granted he was wearing different clothes but looking at him was like looking at the reflection in the mirror in my room.

“Looking good Jase.” Had he lost his mind? My name wasn’t Jase… at least I didn’t think it was… I was getting confused. I was still me but there were some mental changes occurring. For one thing I now had a few extra years of experience since I was no longer the 17 year old boy I was before. I had become a 25 year old man… a hot 25 year old man and that meant events in my past had been altered to fit the new me. Hmm…. “Jase”… that sounds so cool… just like “Jake”. I was remembering that Jake had rented our other house next door when he had found out he had been adopted at birth and that my mom was his real mother. She had twins out of wedlock and had to give one of them up. I literally had a long lost brother. The three of us had become very close but Jake and I were almost inseparable. We shared that special identical twin bond as cliché as that sounds. He was the older twin by a mere three minutes but he never let me live down the fact I was the “younger” brother. Nonetheless I loved him wholeheartedly and he reciprocated the feeling. The two of us together looked out for our mother (she never did marry) who would beam with pride whenever one or both of us walked into the room with her. Man I had a good life!

“Come on bro. Get your skinny ass ready so we can head to the beach.” Jake feigned disgust with me taking so long to get ready. We had our day all planned: motor on down to the shore, pick up a few chicks, and see which one of us would get lucky tonight (usually we both did ‘cause chicks just dig hot twins who happen to be bikers as well). It didn’t take me long to get my shit together and mount my beast. Hell we even had matching cycles.

“Be careful boys. Have a good time.” Aw gee mom, you don’t have to worry about us but that is what mothers do and mother knows best. Mom waved and watched us as we roared down the street. There was absolutely nothing like riding with my “big” bro Jake.