Tuesday Morning

John wakes up feeling his fathers impressive morning wood pressed into his back, John slowly untangles himself from the embrace and gets up, he takes a second to look at his father massive tool. He looks at the beast with longing not only to have it inside him currently but also longing that he had such a cock, not on his mothers body right now as that would be weird, hot for sure but weird but on his old body, he wished he had a cock like that.

Pulling himself out of his dicktrance and knowing that his fathers stamina meant they couldn't fool around without making his father late for work, decides to get a cold shower. John comes out of the cold shower thankfully with his libido at least somewhat reduced, John and his father get ready silently get ready, John spends a while looking through his mothers underwear draw once again struggling to find any non sexy underwear. John eventually gave up putting on a pink G-string quickly locating a matching bra, he slipped them on, the soft fabric feeling luxurious against John's skin as he relished in the sensation of his mother's intimate garments hugging his body. He noticed his father looking at his body and saw his fathers underwear get that little bit tighter in the front.

John then decided on the rest of his outfit. He put on a pair of his mother's shorts, the legs cutting off at the thigh closer to John's waist than his knees. The material felt snug against his hips, emphasizing his mother's curves. Next, he struggled to fit his big tits inside a simple pastel blue t-shirt, the fabric stretching taut over his chest as he wrestled with it, eventually getting it on.

John cooked up breakfast for his family, and after a short breakfast his father and mother left for their respective days.