You wake up by a knock on the bedroom door. Just like the first night, you looked down at your body. You were still in the body of your father. His fat hairy gut and morning wood greeting you.
Your parents called from outside the door. It was strange hearing your own voice call out to you. "Hey, is it fine if we come inside?" They asked in unison. You pulled the covers over your father's body to hide the boner it was sporting. "Yeah, sure, come in" you answered.
Your mother and your father came inside. What a weird feeling, looking at yourself. Yet looking at someone else. "What did you want to talk about?" You asked.
"Well, we want to talk to you about our new lifes. How we're going to move forward from here on out." Your father said. "We figured you'd take my place in it's entirety. Even at home. I'll be taking yours. It just makes sense as to the public, I'll be you and you'll be me. No point in us having a completely different life at home." Your father added, with a hint of happiness in his voice. "I'll leave you together with your mom, to talk about some of the more delicate parts of all this." He continued.
You knew you were going to be Dad in public. Work his job, be Steve with his colleagues. But at home as well? Your heart sank. "Well, I'm out. I need to read up on my new friends" he said as he left you and your mother alone in the bedroom.
You looked over at you mother. She looked a bit embarrassed. What did she need to talk to you about, you wondered. "Well..." Your mother trailed off. She looked down, not looking you in the eyes. "Can I sit down on the bed with you?" She asked. You nodded and patted the bed with your new, larger hand.
As she sat down next to you, she took a deep breath to collect herself. You could feel your heart beating hard. The fact your mother was clearly nervous, were making you nervous. You gulped. Loudly. Your mother turned to look at you, this time deep into you eyes. "David... Or should I say Steve?" She said, not really asking, just thinking loudly. "I love you. I'm sorry we're in this weird position. What I'm about to ask of you if going to sound weird and you don't have to accept it. But... I hope you do?" She finished, again not really asking you as much as she was asking herself.
"I've always liked you. I know you've been a bit of a Mama's boy as well. We have always had fun together. I think we connect pretty well. It always made me happy that my son and I had that kind of connecting. Some mom's sons don't even talk to them, you know." She said, never breaking eye contact. You nodded in agreement. Yet you felt a bit uneasy about where this conversation was heading.
"With what's happening right now, with you and your father having your bodies exchanged... I... I want you.... I want you to take your father's place. I want you to be my husband from now on and with that, I want you to take over your father's husbandly duties." She said, her face turning red. You turned red as well. Was she asking you what you thought she was asking you? "Umm... Got do you mean?" You asked her.
Your mother scotched closer to you, putting her hand on the cover you were hiding under, touching your leg. "I want you to be me lover. My confidant. My sweetheart. The man to raise my family with. Would you like that?" She said, now looking at you with what you could only guess was lust. This was insane. You weren't sure what to feel. Two days ago you were her son, body and spirit. All it took was making you her son only in spirit, her husband in body, to ask this off you. Her hand was moving up the covers towards your still erect penis hiding beneath. Her face moving towards yours. "I would really like it if you said yes." Her hand now on your penis, her lips almost on your lips. "Maybe we can start with something basic for two lovers?" She said before planting her lips on yours. Her tongue now in your mouth. Your mother was making out with you. You could even feel her hand going up and down your shaft. You had no idea how to feel about this. You liked your mother, but not like this, right? Right?