You do so, at least to be clean

You nodded numbly, unable to find the words to explain what just happened. He gets up from the bed and you see his cum ooze out from your mother's pussy, staining the sheets.

Your dad grabs your hand and pulls you up, you wobble slightly due to the tiredness, that and the plug still lodged in your ass and the sensation of his cum leaking down your legs, but he doesn't seem to notice, or maybe he's just too oblivious.

You follow him into the bathroom, where the warm water is already running. He gently takes the plug out and sets it aside and helps you into the bathtub.

As the warm water washes over your body, you feel a mix of emotions, your mind racing with thoughts of what just happened and what could happen next. You're in your mother's body, having just been fucked by your own father. The water feels soothing against your skin as you sit there, trying to process everything.

Paul starts to wash your back with a sponge, his strong hands moving in slow, circular motions. It feels good, almost comforting after the intense experience you just had. You lean into it, closing your eyes and letting out a sigh.

He then reaches around and starts to soap up your chest, his thumb brushing over your erect nipples. You can feel yourself getting horny again, despite the situation.

"You're so responsive, Marie," he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. "It's like when we were teens, do you remember our first time?"

You want to tell him to stop, to explain that it's not what he thinks, but you can't find the voice to do so. Instead, you lean back against him, letting his hands continue their ministrations.

As the bath goes on, you become more and more lost in the sensations, the guilt and confusion giving way to a strange kind of acceptance. You've crossed a line and it seems there's no going back now, at least for you.

"Paul... Could you go buy... Something? Uh, Pizza? I'm too tired to make dinner tonight" your voice finally comes back to you, you need to get your father out of the house so you can... End this madness.

He kisses you on the cheek "I'll be right back love, don't get too comfortable without me~" He winks at you and leaves the bathroom.

Once he's out you dry yourself and put on a nightgown and panties, lying on bed you are ready to get out of your mom's skin.

How did you do that again?

Jimmy seemed to concentrate when he did it, no need of the pen at all...

You try to focus on leaving the body of your mother, a zipper or simply leaving through her back and you feel something on the back of your head.

Taking your hand there you feel a zipper and you leave a sigh of relief as you zip your mom's skin open, leaving you under the skin as you get out of it.

Now naked in your mom's room you step out if the bed and, grabbing the pen on the night table, you zap her, as her body starts inflating you quickly go out of her room into yours, luckily no one was outside on the hall.

You grab a change of clothes and quickly put them on, once dressed you decide to sit on the bed, your heart racing and mind racing even more.

What the fuck just happened? You just got fucked by your own dad. Sure you weren't in your own body but it was still you, with Jimmy it was at least two buds experimenting...

No.

Who are you kidding what you did was so fucking gay.

So what if you were in a woman's body?

Why did you feel so good being fucked by men? You were moaning like a bitch in heat too!.

Are you cock crazy? Are you gay? No way, you have a girlfriend!

Plenty of guys with girlfriends like getting pegged and they are straight!

So clearly it's alright if you can't get out of your mind how full you felt when your dad filled you up with his semen.

...

There is nothing gay about that!

...

You blink repeatedly as you lay on your bed staring at the ceiling but as moments pass, you can't help but think about how good it felt.

Your hand wanders down to your crotch, and you feel yourself getting hard again at the thought of your dad's strong hands on you. No, no, no. This isn't right. You need to get it out of your system. You need to prove to yourself that you're not into guys, much less your fucking dad or Jimmy for that matter.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing, signaling your dad's return. You jump up from the couch in the living room.

The living room? But weren't you in your room on bed? Regardless as your father enters the room, his eyes light up with excitement at the sight of you in your mother's lingerie.

"Wow, you really went all out for me, didn't you?" He says, holding up a pizza box.

You stand there, frozen. You can't bring yourself to do it. You can't bring yourself to admit what happened. So instead, you play along, smiling sweetly.

"I just wanted to surprise you," you say, your voice a mockery of your mom's.

Why are you doing this? You are not in your mom's body anymore.

He walks over to you, setting the pizza down on the coffee table. His hand reaches out and cups your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "You're such a good wife David" he whispers, leaning in to kiss you.

You want to pull away, to scream at him that you're not his wife, you're his son. But you don't. You kiss him back. Maybe if you keep playing along, if you keep pretending, it will all just go away. Maybe you can convince yourself that you didn't enjoy it.

But as his hand slides down to your waist and his tongue finds its way into your mouth, you know you can't deny it anymore. These experiences have changed you, becoming someone else entirely, someone who craves the touch of men, who finds pleasure in the most taboo of places. And as your father's hand starts to explore the curves of your body, not your mother's but yours, everyday straight David, you feel a wet patch expanding in your panties.

"There's pizza David" your father says.

"What?"

"David, pizza, there's pizza David"

"What are you going on about"

"David wake up!" You see Paul's hand going up and down to spank your now plump ass.

But before it hits.

"What huh!?" You sit up and find yourself back in your room.

"Heh, first your mom and now you too, this house is full of slackers" you turned to see your dad grinning besides your bed.

You were dreaming.

"I brought pizza, bud, your mother is too tired tonight so consider it my treat"

You look at him, heart racing from the vividness of your dream and the awkwardness of the situation. You hadn't even realized that your dad was in your room. You clear your throat and try to compose yourself. "Thanks, dad" You **** a smile and sit up.

Your dad nods and leaves the room, giving you a chance to catch your breath. As the door closes, you lean back into the pillow.

You are so cooked.