Talking with Pam

The afternoon before your father, now husband, was scheduled to come in and see you, Pam stopped by. It was a bit of a mindfuck to seeing the door to your room open up and a familiar face walked in. Despite looking like someone else, you definitely felt the same mannerisms and behavior of the woman you had married and had relations with all these years. "Hey Pam..."

She smiled as she walked over and bent over, giving you a warm hug. "Hey, baby, was worried about you for a moment...."

"So, how are things going?"

She shrugged, in typical Diane fashion, and then smiled a little. "It's weird, there's no doubt about it, waking up and seeing her face in the mirror." She looked at her body and then spun around for a bit of emphasis. "It's mine, I know it is, but hard to be her..."

You nodded in understanding as you smiled at her and held her hand. "At least we're alive, though...that's what matters."

Pam nodded and then brushed your hair. "Did you see yourself yet?"

"Yeah, last night when I went to the restroom...surreal has nothing on this." You patted the side of the bed and for the next few minutes, the two of you talked and went over the incident as best as you could. Pam, for her part, was taking this much more readily than you were, though you were sure that it was more or less due to just who Pam was.

"How's Samuel doing?" you asked when the conversation hit a lull. Samuel was her father, now her husband, and Pam blushed a little. "You can tell me, figure I'll be going through so many issues as well when Dad gets here tomorrow..."

"You mean James..." she replied and then patted your hand. "It's been good, Samuel's been very supportive after the funeral was held. We haven't done much more than hug and a kiss or two." She sighed and smiled at you. "Between us girls, sweetie, I'm looking very much to hopping on that cock of his."

You blinked in surprise as Pam mentioned seeing him in the shower by accident the morning before and knowing how much in love her parents were, it wasn't long before her longing became manifested. "That's so messed up...."

Pam patted you on the shoulder. "Honey, that's our lives. You and I are married women to our men, now, and have been for decades. It would be messed up if we didn't find their bodies attractive."