Jeff's dad, Paul walked through the door, a weary smile on his face. As Jeff walked down the stairs to answer the door, her chest heaved up and down, sore from nursing her former mother. Paul was a middle-aged office worker with very little going for him in the looks department. His once lean body was a thing of the past, replaced instead with a slight gut that seemed to get larger with each passing year. His hair had begun to recede as well, greying around the temples ever so slightly. Even as he walked in the door, Paul squinted through his glasses knowing that someday even they wouldn't be enough to save his eyesight. What he saw, however, made him want to check his eyesight immediately. "Grace?" he asked. "You, uh...," Paul stared at Jeff's newly engorged breasts. "You look different." Jeff didn't know what to say, I mean, this was her... er, his dad. Could he really explain that he had taken the form of his mother while she not moments ago blissfully sucked at his tit? Could he begin to explain the thrill of power it gave him to nurse his own mother? Maybe it was best to skirt the entire issue altogether. "Different?" Jeff asked dumbly. "I don't know what you mean." Before she could say anymore, Paul pushed Jeff to the wall and kissed her passionately. Jeff struggled for half a second before his body gave in to his power. I never imagined that tasting him would be like... this, she thought. Oh, my god! I'm kissing my dad and I love it! At that thought, Jeff started to struggle more, her gasps for air drawing a smile from Paul. "Come on, Grace. Nikki won't be home for another two hours, let's see those tits of yours." Jeff stared at her father in wonder. Was he really about to...? Well, maybe if she obliged him, this wouldn't go any further.