Cindy stormed off upstairs to the master bedroom.
Bob, who was still inserted into his son’s anus, slowly pulled out. Joe moaned softly as he felt his dad’s large member snake its way out of his hole. Bob seemed to be enjoying his son’s vulnerability, and was smirking and quietly giggling despite the deep sh*t he was now in with his wife.
Bob and Joe toweled each other off downstairs with care. It was nice, not just to be fucked by his dad, but to have his dad care for him like this. They exchanged all sorts of little kisses while cleaning each other. Joe could feel himself smiling brightly. I wasn’t just the orgasm, Joe loved his dad, he was in love with his dad. And judging by the goofy smile and sly eyes, his dad was catching feelings for him as well.
Just as Bob and Joe were finished cleaning each other off, Cindy came back downstairs in a huff.
“It’s my fault, I pretended to be you so that I could...do stuff with dad,” said Joe to Cindy.
“So then, you didn’t do this on purpose?” Cindy asked Bob directly.
“Son, don’t apologize for the love we just shared. Cindy, I knew it was him the whole time. My family’s curse has often made family members realize the feelings they have for one another. Love is mysterious. Truth is, I was only excited to have sex with you yesterday because you were in Joe’s body. Once I realized that he was back in it, I saw how I could have the whole package, my son’s mind and his body together as a lover for me. I regret nothing, and I don’t plan on stopping,” said Bob, grabbing his son’s hand and holding it tenderly.
“You can’t do this to me, I’m your wife goddamnit!! I’ll call the police, I’ll tell them you’re having an illegal incestuous relationship with our son!” cried Cindy.
“Go ahead and try, the curse has a way of protecting against any threat to a love which it fostered,” warned Bob.
Cindy went upstairs yet again. Joe and Bob could hear her making the call to accuse her husband and son of incest. Next she stormed out of the house, not wanting to be there when the police came to check on the claims.
“Hey dad, what did you mean by ‘the curse has a way of protecting us’ or whatever you said to mom?” Asked Joe.
“It’s simple. The curse wants us to continue swapping bodies between family members forever. Having members in legal trouble, like incest charges, would be an obstacle the curse wants to avoid. So, the curse will do anything in its power to keep us relatively safe and not tied down by the law,” explained Bob.
“But what even is ‘within the curse’s power’ to do?” asked Joe, getting nervous that he and his dad would actually catch charges.
“What happened to you and your mom yesterday?” Asked Bob, in a sort of answer to Joe’s question.
“Swap bodies? That’s all it can do?? I don’t see how that’s going to help us against these accusations,” admitted Joe sourly.
“You would be surprised at the situations I’ve seen turn around due to our family’s ‘curse’. More of a blessing if I do say so myself,” said Bob with a wink.
Two officers showed up at their door for informal questioning. One was a white man in his fifties with a bald head, white mustache, and a definite beer belly. The other was a young mexican american officer with a tight short muscular body and a black mustache himself.
The officers explained that they had been called by Cindy and what she had accused Bob and Joe of. The men refuted the accusation, saying that it was something Cindy made up because she was so heartbroken about Bob’s decision to leave her.
The officers admitted that father/son incest was incredibly rare and that they knew the accusations were probably false. They said they still had to take them in for formal questioning downtown.
Bob and Joe got up from the couch and offered their wrists to be cuffed. The metal was cold and ominous. “This is it,” thought Joe, “I only got to have sex once and I’m gonna get put away for life for it just because it was my dad who I slept with.”
Suddenly Joe was seeing himself from the third person. He was in the older, fat one’s body, officer Smith! Judging by the way the other officer, Mr. Muños, was touching himself, that had to be Bob in that body.
“Dad it’s me!” said the Smith’s body.
“I thought so son,” said Bob in officer Muños’ body.
“What did you faggots do to us?!” yelled a frustrated officer Smith from inside his handcuffed 18 year old body.
“I didn’t do anything to you. But this body I borrowed from you...that, I want to do some things too,” said Joe, rubbing his big man tits through the uniform. A bulge was forming in the front of his slacks.
Joe stripped his new body of all its clothes but the underwear and white t-shirt. “Oh man, boxers?” Joe lamented in a rhetorical question.
“I can fix that son,” said Bob. He went over to his former body with officer Muños inside.
“What are you going to do to me??” asked Muños, still trying desperately to process his situation.
“Calm down. I just want to take off your sweatpants and underwear so I can give them to my son,” said Bob.
Muños stood up looking exceptionally sexy as a white dad. Since his hands were cuffed, Bob took first his sweats off then the briefs.
“Holy fuck, my dick looks even better from a third person view,” said Bob. This made Muños look down and see his new penis for the first time. The look on his face meant that he’d never seen one so big. Joe got the impression that Muños wouldn’t be so upset if this swap was permanent.
Joe took the white briefs retrieved from his dad and stepped into the other room. He returned, donning the white briefs, which admittedly made officer smith’s body look more attractive. It accentuated Joe’s already sizable package, and also drew attention to the round musculature of his new fifty year old ass. He started to fondle himself in front of the full length mirror in the living room, giving the other three men a show. He teased his nipples, rubbed his new hole shamelessly through the briefs and started moaning like a whore in the straight officer’s body.
“Stop making my body do that gay shit!!” yelled Smith.
The heckling almost spoiled Joe’s mood, but then he thought of a good punishment for Smith.
“Oh you don’t like this?” asked Joe seductively with his borrowed deep voice, “Well I have a way to test how you really feel about it.”
Joe stripped the officer in his former body.
“What are you doing??” asked Smith frantically.
“If you really don’t like your former body acting all gay, then you won’t enjoy this,” Said Joe. He started to grind his big fat fifty year old ass in tighty whities on Smith’s teenage cock.
“Oh my, I think I feel something hardening up behind me,” said Joe in a sultry voice. He blushed on his old face.