Dad suggests you be his wife.

At that point, dad grabbed ne and pulled me into a kiss. My cock hardened more than I would have liked and I heard myself moaning.

"I'm a good wife," I heard myself saying in a falsetto voice.

"What the fuck son," my dad said. He seemed to realize who I was for a moment. "What are we doing?"

My cock hardened and my mouth moaned at his next kiss. His hands played down my back and tweaked my nipples.

"dad!" I yelled, remembering myself.

"Oh shit," he said, his face flushed.

"We have to stop this," I said. "I'm your son."

"Maybe it's the house," my dad said, "but what it we played along."
"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What if you were my wife," my father said. "Have you ever wanted to be mom?"

I blushed. "I've dreamed of it before," I said.

"Perfect," dad said. He handed me a specific dress. "Then wear the clothes your mom wore when we first met."

"You mean when we first met, baby," I found myself saying.

"What a good wife you are son," my father said to me. I bit my lip in excitement.