My Deal with Dad Part 7
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After fucking my brains out, Dad told me to hop out of Mom while he thought about my proposal to stay inside her permanently. I did, but I told him I wouldn’t hop her again unless that was the case. Upon arriving back home from vacation, I watched the mood in our house deteriorate over the next week. Dad tried to initiate sex with Mom more than once, but was rebuffed. He came to my room each time and gave me a long, hard look. I didn’t look up from phone as I said, “Just say the word, ‘Daddy.’” It does feel weird saying that to him as a guy. He didn’t ask though, even after a week of Mom stonewalling him. I think she thought she was punishing me or him or both for spending too much time in her body. It was just a matter of time before Dad caved though. He was addicted to the things I did to him when I was in Mom’s body. His breaking point came that first weekend since our trip. Dad walked into the living room where Mom was doing yoga. She was wearing a bra and white leggings. Apparently she was doing downward facing dog, and Dad gave her butt a playful smack. She went off on him, saying he was interrupting her meditation. The yelling began, and a few minutes later, Dad was in my room. “Do it,” he said firmly. “Be her. Be my wife.” Just him saying that got me so hard. I walked downstairs and saw her there. She’d resumed working out. She saw me and shook her head. “Nope. Not this time. I don’t give you permission to-” But before she could finish, I’d closed the distance, and my body phased into hers. Damn it felt good to be her again. I called up the stairs, “Daddy, wanna help me finish my workout?” I was up on the couch and wiggling Mom’s ass provocatively when Dad walked in. The way he looked at me then told me he had no regrets. He got right behind me, dropped to his knees, and ripped a hole in the leggings. With a happy sigh, he shoved his face between Mom’s cheeks and began enthusiastically eating me out. He’d never hear the word ‘no’ again. I’d always surrender this body to him gladly.