"Morning, Dad."
You blink rapidly, confused, scared and turned on. "Wha - what do you mean?" You manage to stutter, "I'm not... I can't be your father!" The male on the bed rolls his eyes, getting up and grabbing you by the shirt, whilst unbuttoning it. "Dad, you can stop playing that game now." he murmers, leaning in and licking your throat. You find yourself getting harder because of it and leaning back, he grins, his own erection rubbing against yours.
"But I'm too young..." you manage to stutter as he continues unbuttoning your shirt. "You're thirty-two Dad, not twenty-seven. When are you going to start accepting the facts?" he murmers, nuzzling against your chest as he pushes you back against the wall. As he does and you collide, images start to flash through your head. Memories. Mr. Willis' memories.
This kid... Logan - he IS your son. You abandoned him just after he was born. You and his mother were both fifteen. That was seventeen years ago, this kid's age. When your wife left you two months ago you decided to meet your son again. You started a sexual relationship recently. As a Christian, it was against everything you were about, both incest and having attractions to another man, but you just couldn't help yourself.
Pushing back against Logan, you both fall onto the bed as he pushes your pajama pants down, revealing your now rock hard eleven inch penis. You had never expected your teacher, Mr. Trevor Willis.... no, you, now, to have such a big package, but he does. And it seems Logan's inherited it, if not something larger as you push his boxers down.
Pushing the covers away, you start to make out, fondling each other and rubbing your bodies against each other. After a full half an hour of rolling around with lots of load moans, rolling around and coming onto various objects around the room and each other, you and Logan fall back into relaxing on the bed. It's a Monday, you really should get going to school soon. You tell him so, he understands, and you start to get ready. Putting on a shirt that just happens to show the outline of your muscles, some trousers and a tie, your off with a quick kiss on Logan's lips.
Picking up your briefcase by the door and your keys, you get into your key and fire up the engine. You lay back in your seat. You've been placed in the body of one of your teachers, what are you going to do now?