Take the deal

You ponder your options for a second and feel that you shouldn't pass up the opportunity to get your life back. While the consequences for failure could be much worse, you know you have to give it a shot.

"Fine... What do I have to do?" You reply softly, fearfully awaiting the response.

"Mmmmm well this sounds fun.... Tell you what, lets start out with some easy ones shall we?" The voice says, your heart racing as it pauses before adding, "I think your family needs to be punished for their indiscretions..."

"What? No... I can't hurt them..." You protest.

"Nuh uh... you agreed to this..." The voice snaps back, "Besides, I promise its nothing that you won't mind doing... Of course I can always just teach you a lesson for backing out of our deal...."

"NO! Don't!! I... I'm Listening." You stammer.

"Mmmm perfect. So first lets talk about Gwen... ok?" The voice replies deviously.

"Ok..." You respond hesitantly.

"You see your sister Gwen is quite the liar... and I hate liars. As you probably noticed your father has quite the little kink for giving her a nice little bump...." The voice says with a giggle.

"Yeah... he basically shuts down every time she teases him about it..." You reply.

"Exactly. See Gwen knows that and milks it as much as possible. But what you don't know is Gwen has no intention of actually risking it. In return for her teasing your father gives her all kinds of nice things... I mean just look at the car she drives compared to yours..."

"Bitch..." You mutter with jealousy of her brand new car compared to your discount used sedan.

"Settle down now John... You see Gwen is on the pill so she can tease him all she wants without risking a pregnancy with your father." Pausing a moment you can almost feel the grin behind the voice as it adds, "I want you to make sure she drinks the can of soda you'll find in your desk and tonight I want you to ensure that your father's cum winds up in her tight little pussy.... understand?"

"How the hell am I supposed to do that...?" You reply back.

"Not my problem, I'm sure you'll think of something..." The voice teases.

"Fine. What else?" You say with a sigh.

"Thanks for the reminder... See with your father so busy playing hide the pepperoni with your sister your poor mom has been left out. She is quite the passionate woman and your father has been ignoring her needs."

"So?" You ask with confusion.

"So... once you take care of Gwen I'll give you a little reward as part of your task. I'll temporarily make you appear as your father and I want you to show her that her marriage is still very passionate... Just do avoid running into your father. That would be quite awkward..."

"You want me to fuck my own mother??? Why the hell..." You snap back until cut off by the voice.

"Because I said so that's why..." The voice snaps back sternly. Pausing you hear the voice giggle before adding with an evil tone, "I think for that outburst you deserve another condition on the task as well."

You shake a little bit with fear as you reply nervously, "No... please..."

The voice adds, "You should learn not to talk back John. Not only will you be fucking your own mother... but I'll be ensuring that your own wriggling little sperm will be in your balls instead of your father's... and unless you shoot every last drop of that cum deep inside her pussy the deals off. Mmmm how fucked up your family tree will look..."

"What...? You're fucking sick!" You stammer.

"Look, if I turn you back to your old body you have to make up for the little ones you would have produced... and the closer to your genetic makeup the better. Besides... tell me you don't find the idea of giving your own sexy mom a cute little bump kinda hot...."

You shudder at the thought, your pussy moistening as you are reminded at just how hot your mom is. Your friends always teased you about how much of a MILF she is. Her shoulder length blonde hair framing her beautiful face with light golden-brown eyes and soft pouty lips. Combined with her sexy athletic body, round and full D cup breasts, and long toned legs you secretly agreed with them. In fact you admit that quite a few times you shamefully stared at a few of her bikini photos you found on your dad's computer while you sprayed your hot cum into the sink.

"I thought so..." She chuckles before continuing, "So do you understand your tasks...?"

"Yeah.... but after this I'm done." You demand.

"Mmmm sorry champ but I think I'm the one who makes the demands... Knock these tasks out and we'll see. I mean you never specified how many tasks you're willing to do..."

"Son of a..." You shout before the voice cuts you off.

"Talk later! Have fun..."

The line goes dead before you set the phone down. Taking a breath you realize you have little choice in the matter, for who knows what the consequences for failure are....