Eric and his dad were, as usual, getting into it a bit over the phone. Eric had called his dad a boomer, which goes to show what he knew, since his dad was actually Gen X, and his dad had called him an 'entitled millennial', which is very strange because really, his dad was slightly closer to being a millennial than he was.
Eric had also told his dad he was out of touch. This obviously wasn't true at all; his dad was subscribed to several of the latest meme pages, which proved he was totally down with the latest trends. And his dad had told him he lacked ambition, which was totally off base, because Eric was the admin of a very popular Minecraft server, and ALSO a top contributor on the Facebook page of a local artist. Could someone without ambition get 358 laugh reactions to a single post? Not bloody likely. That's some top tier posting right there.
Anyway, they concluded their conversation by both saying that they wished the other knew what it was like to be them, which is where the fairy came in.
Now, there's two main things you need to know about fairies. The first is that a fairy will only be seen when they want to be seen, so the fairy that was hanging out in Eric's room, where Eric was chatting to his dad over speakerphone so he had his hands free to also watch pornography and masturbate, was invisible. It's unlikely Eric would've felt bold enough to jerk off if he knew that he had an audience, although who knows, he HAD been watching porn while on the phone to his dad, which is an indication that he didn't mind a little bit of risk. Multitasking too, another point for ambition.
The other thing you need to know about fairies is this: they're messy, drama loving bitches. That's part of why this particular fairy didn't really have any problems watching a young man whack off, and also why, when they both said they wished the other knew what it was like to be them, the fairy rubbed its little fairy hands together with glee and waved its wand.
~
In the early hours of the next morning, Eric woke up, rolled out of bed with his eyes still closed from sleep, and went to the toilet to go pee. Something seemed a bit off, but it was an ungodly hour in the morning and he needed to pee and his eyes were crusty from sleep so he ignored the weirdness and stumbled to the toilet. Something continued to feel strange as he peed, but he'd worry about that once he was done peeing. He finished up, tucked himself away, and as he went to wash his hands, he saw himself in the mirror.
Or rather, he saw his dad.
"Huh," he said. He blinked a couple of times and took in his surroundings. Right. That's why it had felt a bit off. He wasn't in his own bed, or in his own body. He walked out of the bathroom. Not his bathroom, his parents', And there, not his own bed, but his parents', and lying in their bed, his mother. "Obviously just a dream," he said.
She stirred and looked up at him. "What was just a dream, honey?"
He shrugged. "I've already forgotten. Sorry for waking you."
She nodded and stretched out an arm. "Come back to bed, honey." Hmmm. He didn't wanna make his parents' relationship weird by turning her down. He got back into bed, returned her embrace, and gave her a quick peck on the lips. She raised an eyebrow. "Feeling frisky, ey?"
"Umm," he said. From just a peck? Seemed a little over the top to him.
"Don't worry," she said, "Trixie won't be awake for a few hours, and Eric won't arrive until this afternoon." She pulled his face back towards her and started kissing him passionately.
Right, he thought. Well, just a bit of kissing. That's fine. It's weird to kiss your own mother, but when you think about it, if you're in your father's body at the time, does it really count? So he pulled in close to her and kissed her back. She put her hands on his chest, and gently slipped her tongue into his mouth. So he countered with his own tongue, alternating between probing her lips, or sucking on her tongue.
She pushed back from him and slipped out of her nightie. He sighed. Better do the right thing, make sure his dad's cred as a love machine remained intact. He pushed her down onto the bed, leaned down and put his tongue between her legs. She took a sharp inward breath. "I thought you didn't like doing that."
Fuck, thought Eric, closely followed by, really Dad? What the fuck, you don't go down on Mum? What he said, though, was, "Well, it can't always be about what I want, right?"
She leaned back and smiled. Eric kissed up her legs, then licked up and down her slit, and gently sucked on her clitoris. Dad owed him big for this; he'd probably be coasting on the credit of Eric's action for weeks.
Maybe it was just because she wasn't used to this kind of oral treatment, but it wasn't long before she started moaning with pleasure.
Dad seriously owed him.
She grabbed him by the collar and pulled his face to hers again. She kissed his lips, then pulled back and pulled his shirt off him. "Time for me to show my appreciation," she said.
You know what, better let her. Don't want to set Dad too much of a precedent of selflessness. She leaned forward and pulled his pants down. He lay down on his back, and she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his penis. Then she slowly lowered her mouth down his shaft, then up again. Down, then up again. Down, then... "Oh my god, Mum," said Eric.
She pulled back. Fuck. Although, there's no way she'd guess that he was secretly in Dad's body. "Is this a roleplaying thing?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Thought I'd mix things up, try something different."
"So, we're pretending I'm your mum?"
He smiled. "She's getting a little old. We could pretend I'm Eric, maybe?"
She licked his shaft, tentatively. "So for the sake of the roleplay, how do you suppose something like that would happen?"
"Well, statistically, rape."
"Gross."
"Or you could've groomed me."
"I am drying up as we speak."
"All right, maybe I got snakebite on my dick."
"Ridiculous."
"Tough crowd."
"Ridiculous, I can do, though." She smiled and started to suck him again. "Oooh, I hope I get all the poison out, Eric."
"You know, technically it's venom."
"No one likes a know-it-all."
He didn't respond, because it turned out she was really good at fellatio, and he was doing everything he could to avoid ejaculating early. Again, had to make Dad look good; this was for Dad. He looked at the wall to try to focus his mind elsewhere, and then he looked out the window, and then he saw Trixie.
Trixie, his sister, was watching her parents' lovemaking activities. What a pervert, right? Who does that? And as he thought this, he came hard in his mum's mouth. He came again, and again, and his eyes closed, and his mother wrapped her arms around his legs and held her mouth firm on his dick until he was spent. And when he opened his eyes again she swallowed everything, and he glanced over to the window and Trixie was gone. He sighed and looked back down at his mum again.
"That was hot as hell," she said.
He nodded. "Sure was."
And then she lay down again, and pulled him in behind him, and they went to sleep, him gently spooning her from behind.
~
When he awoke again he was alone in his parents' bed. He quickly had a shower, got dressed, and then his phone rang. Or, his dad's phone. He looked at the display: it said 'Eric'.
Right. Made sense. He picked up the phone. "Why hello there, my extremely handsome and intelligent son."
"Good morning to the hardest working father in the world," he heard his own voice say. Oh god, is that what his voice sounded like to other people? Hideous.
"So, what's happening? What's the haps? What's crackalacking?"
"Let's cut the small talk, shall we? We woke up in each other's body."
