What does he want with dad?

"Anything you want before I go to work?" his dad asked as he continued to eat his cereal.

"Can you hit up the store on the way back? We are really short on food John wants," his mom put in. "You know what to get, right?" she asked, to which his dad nodded knowingly.

John didn't know what to say. This entire morning had been so ludicrous. His mind was all over the place, on his mom, his dad, how they were acting, what had gone on upstairs and how this was all so like porn... He sat there mindlessly eating his bacon and eggs.

"Oh, sure, whatever you want son," Paul commented, causing John to start out of his thoughts. He couldn't help noticing how they both seemed to just know what he wanted without him even saying anything.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?" John screamed, recoiling.

Where his father had been sitting was a riot of flesh and cloth. Multiple extra limbs, multi-toned skin stretched like taffy, cloth and other materials in a variety of colors and nonsensical shapes appearing and disappearing over and inside the mass, as if multiple bodies in multiple competing outfits were in the same space writhing in different directions. Yet the spoon carrying cereal and milk steadily moved from the bowl to where a mouth would have been and back, sometimes even without anything holding on to it. On the opposite side of the table, John's mother continued eating her own food like nothing was happening.

It was over in a instant; the longest instant John had ever experienced. The mass of skin and clothing snapped back into a normal shape, one body, the clothing making sense. Where his father had been sitting now sat a woman, with long straight blonde hair, stylish glasses and makeup on a face John could swear was familiar. Her large breasts proudly pushed out a blouse buttoned only once as low as possible and tied off below firm breasts, obviously unbound, giving him a view of deep, firm cleavage. His eyes wandered lower, over a firm, well muscled stomach, and the woman opened her hips automatically, giving him a view between her legs, her lightly furred pussy plainly visible through a pair of strangely chaste but utterly transparent white panties stretching tightly against her lower lips, framed by muscular thighs. While continuing to pose and show of her body for him, she ate his dad's cereal with complete nonchalance.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked in a tantalizingly familiar melodic voice. She arched her back and thrust her tits out for him, one hand fiddling with her hair, and suddenly it clicked. Sitting where his father had been a second ago was Cory Chase.

"Dad?" John asked hesitantly.

"'Dad?'" his mother asked in an amused tone. "Come now, don't you think it's a bit rude to mistake your swap-mother for a guy? She's all dressed up and ready to do whatever you want, to."

"Swap-Mother?" John put in again, still in shell shock.

"Of course, baby," the new woman said in a breathy, sexy voice John had heard speak thousands of lines of dialogue, just a tantalizing hint of the breathy moaning he knew that mouth could make coming through in her tone. "Swap-mom Cory just like you wanted," she added, deftly undoing the one button on her blouse with one hand and pulling it away so he could have a close up, unobstructed view of the tits he had seen so many times on screen while finished her cereal with the other. Much better than having a boring old dad, right? I'm here for you, son, ready to teach you sex, be shocked when you fuck your mother and sister before joining in, whatever you want."