The Happy Accident

I shifted my body backwards, sliding one of our pillows beneath my spine as my wife climbed on top of me. I cupped her dainty hips to orient myself, before feeling my where to her stomach, where I started to leisurely rake my fingernails up and down the length of her soft, malleable tummy. I felt her throw a leg over my body, sitting up on me. She was seated just inches behind my cock, in a position that would allow her to reach down and stroke me with both hands. She shifted forward suddenly, and I felt her hot, sagging breasts tickle my chest as she leaned across my body, straining to reach the bedside lamp. A shadowy, provocative silhouette appeared on the back wall of our dimly lit room as she flipped the switch, illuminating the sensual scene unfolding before our eyes.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that my briefs were still bunched up around my thighs, exactly where I'd left them as I fumbled to pull them past my hips a few minutes ago. Under the cover of darkness, Sarah had pulled her nightgown off, letting her wild hair and heavy tits hang languidly off her curvy figure. She smiled at me as she wrapped her delicate fingers around my rock-hard shaft, squeezing gently as a bead of precum appeared at the tip. I threw my head back, only for her to hastily reach out, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at her. She stared into my eyes and I understood that she wanted eye contact during this. I gave her what she wanted. While our eyes were locked, I watched her slowly shift her weight onto her heels and lift her body up. With one hand still on my face, she used the other to grasp my aching cock, guiding it directly into her pussy. The tip entered her folds, and then she slowly slid down until I was fully buried up inside her. We sat there for several minutes, resting, as our joined sexes throbbed and twitched in union. She was slowly rocking back and forth, while I reached up with both hands and cupped her tits, massaging them gently.

For a 55 year old woman, Sarah was impressively wet. As our tempo increased I could feel hot liquid dripping out of her cunt every time she raised herself up and slammed back down on my cock. The yoga classes she'd been taking at the local YMCA were doing wonders for her, but her movements were still a bit stiff and jerky. She would raise herself up slowly, drawing out the movement, taking a long time, and then begin to lose stamina, forcing herself down hard and almost violently, impaling herself on me. Each time she did so, she released a soft groan.

Steadily, Sarah's speed increased until she was bouncing up and down like a 20 year old and the springs of the mattress were squeaking loudly beneath our combined weight. Her long, brown hair danced around her shoulders, and in the dim light you could hardly see the flecks of gray that were present in its wavy strands. Shadows also concealed the subtle lines, wrinkles, and stretch marks that crisscrossed her aging body, and for a moment she appeared young again--like a vibrant woman in her early 30s. Transfixed by her momentary transformation, I tried to meet her rhythm with my own upward thrusts, bucking and thrusting up into her fiery canal. It was so incredible that I had nearly forgotten that I had to get to work soon.

I reached out, putting a hand behind her head and pulling her face close. I kissed her hard, and this time I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Sarah submitted to me and allowed my tongue to explore every available taste and texture of her mouth, lips, and teeth. I plunged my tongue deeper and then she began to suck on it, sliding her lips up and down it like a cock. I didn't think I could last much longer, and my wife must have been able to sense it too. She slowed her movement, planting both hands firmly on my chest and switching her pattern to long, slow strokes, lifting and lowering her pelvis up and down my full length. Within another minute, I felt my molten orgasm rising through my shaft. My balls burned with pleasure as I felt myself pulsating inside Sarah.

"Oh fuck! Oh... Sarah... fuuuuuck" I groaned as my wife continued to fuck herself on my lap. Confirming that I'd finally orgasmed, a telltale hot, sticky fluid began spilling out of the gap between our sexes, dribbling down the sides of my cock and pooling in the creases and folds of my balls. Sarah slowed her bounces on my softening prick, as a coating of my seed varnished her labia with each lessening rebound. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and savoring the humid, musky scent of our passion that hovered in the still air of bedroom.

When she couldn't ride any longer, my wife continued to rock and shift on my lap with long, dopey motions until she managed to ease her tired curvy form onto my chest. Our bodies, slick with sweat and saliva adhered to one another almost instantaneously. "Mmmfffth" She groaned, nuzzling me as she buried her face into my chest. "What was that hon?" I asked with a smile, as I ran my fingers through her moist, disheveled hair. She said something else, which I interpreted as "I don't want to go to work," but it was so muffled that I couldn't be certain.

"I know, I know..." I chuckled, using my strong arms to prop her up while sliding her off my retracting, softening cock. She winced as my juice-coated shaft vacated her well-used pussy. As my bloated glans slipped out of her cunt and my chubby dick plopped wetly onto my abdomen, a sloshing overflow of our mixed juices followed. Sarah shifted herself off my torso, lying across my outstretched arm while she clung to my side, one leg still draped across my abdomen. She tentatively dipped the tip of her finger into the slimy concoction of bodily fluids we'd made, idly swirling it around before lifting it to her tongue for a taste.

"You know John..." She said finally, craning her neck to look at me.

"Our sex has been incredible lately, but you've got to remember our ages..." Sarah chided, kissing my chest to soften the blow.

"I've been so sore at work lately that people are starting to ask questions." She said with a cheeky grin, tossing her matted-down, tangled hair to one side of her head.

"Believe me I know. My back's been a little tight lately." I said, rotating my shoulder in its socket as I rolled Sarah off me and climbed out of bed. Having sex before work had become a new little tradition of ours. I walked to our bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush, beginning the process of getting ready for work.

"Hey honey!" My wife called from our bedroom.

"Hmm?" I called back, continuing to clean myself up.

"I just wanted to remind you that David and Kayla are coming home for spring break tomorrow. I can't believe David is almost finished his third year of college already!"

I stopped brushing my teeth, freezing in place. Spring break. David. How could I have forgotten? This would be my first time seeing him again since he left for school.

This shouldn't have been a problem, but the truth was, it had been a long time since we'd last talked. The steady stream of texts we'd had to send each other in the wake of the incident had slowed to a trickle. Hell, they'd practically stopped altogether. We'd been forced to get to know each other so intimately that I suppose we both wanted--NEEDED--some time apart. We'd settled into our new lives anyway, what was there for us to talk about?

I stared at father's reflection in the bathroom mirror. His toothbrush hung limply from my mouth as I traced the lines and creases that scarred his face with my gaze. It was my face. It had been 12 weeks since we'd woken up in each others' bodies, and things had finally started to feel normal again. Everything, ranging from the unfamiliar taste of my father's mouth, to the off-putting weight of his girthy penis and impressive mane of curly pubes had finally started to feel like my own. I had made them my own. My stomach sank at the thought of my father returning in my old body. Would that shatter the illusion? I gripped the counter with white knuckles as my intense moment of introspection was shattered by my mom's voice.

"Is everything okay John?" She called in a cheery tone that concealed a blatant hint of concern.

"Oh, uhh, yeah. Everything's fine." I responded, resuming my daily routine. I decided to try not to worry about my father's homecoming. He'd be here one way or another, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. As I stepped into the shower, I couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring.

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"David!" I called out heartily as my "son" walked through the doorway. "Hey Dad, it's great to see you!" He replied as we embraced. It was strange seeing my body again after such a long absence. My father had always been taller than I was, but my old body seemed closer in height than ever. Had he grown?

"And who is your friend here?" I asked expectantly, pivoting towards Kayla.

"Dad, this is Kayla, Kayla this is my dad..." My father said, smiling knowingly.

"Hello sir!" Kayla said politely, reaching out to shake my hand. As I wrapped my large, rough palm around hers, an image of her soft, delicate fingers wrapped around my cock popped into my head. I retracted my hand quickly, before ushering them into the living room.

As me, my father and Kayla made small talk, I couldn't help but notice that my gaze kept drifting back to Kayla. She was just as stunning as I'd remembered. She had a beautiful face, punctuated by crystal blue eyes and framed by long, straight cascades of golden blonde hair. Her lightly tanned skin appeared creamy and smooth, practically glowing as she neatly folded her hands in her lap. Kayla was on the university volleyball team, so she naturally had long, sturdy legs and beautiful sculpted calves. My eyes roamed their shaven length, starting at her ankles and climbing until her muscular thighs disappeared into the folds of her dress. She was thin but robust, managing to retain just enough body fat to ensure that she had great feminine proportions. Her hips were wide, elegantly curving outward at the base of her floral sundress, which clung tightly to the firm, perky tits the jutted proudly outward from her narrow chest.

As my father droned on about his classes, I thought back to the night Kayla took my virginity. We'd been over at her place, hanging out after one of her Friday evening Volleyball practices. It started with a single kiss. Then two. Then we were frantically pulling our clothing off as we backed into the bathroom. I came three times that evening as we fucked senselessly in the shower.

My father knew about this memory, too. I could still remember the look on his face--my face--while I recounted that evening in full detail. He'd closed is eyes, wrinkling his forehead as he tried hard to mentally relive exactly what I'd seen, felt, tasted and touched. I'd watched through his eyes as he imagined the world through mine, picturing himself making love to Kayla just as I had. Seeing as it was the most intimate night of my life, I'd really wanted that evening to stay between Kayla and I. After it had become apparent that the two of us weren't ever going to switch back, however, we'd made the tough decision to tell each other everything.

We'd spent long, late evenings hidden away in the garage, laughing and crying together as we shared our most private memories, feelings and dreams with each other. We'd spilled our consciousnesses, desperately trying to return our thoughts to the brains that once housed them. I told him the name of the first porn video I'd ever masturbated to, of the panic I'd felt as I came uncontrollably across my bedsheets. He walked me through the conception of the body he was currently inhabiting, of the pride he'd felt when she found out she was pregnant. By necessity, nothing was off limits. I remembered laying awake at night, fending off my father's erection as I replayed the false memory of my parents wedding night over and over in my head. I recalled old pictures I'd seen of her in her wedding dress, young and sweet, practically oozing sexual energy. God she was so beautiful. I envisioned the light, pleasant scent of her perfume, the taste of her sugary lips as we kissed, prompting our friends and family to erupt into cheers. As the weeks passed, those fake memories started to feel real.

As I observed my father and Kayla whispering back and forth, laughing and stealing glances at one another, I couldn't help but feel a bit sad. It was as if the father/son identity barrier that had dissolved in the wake of our swap had been rebuilt when my father went away to college, trapping me on the wrong side. I tried to push these thoughts to the back of my mind as my wife called us into the dining room for dinner.

Dinner passed rather uneventfully, as Sarah and I asked Kayla and my dad all the typical questions that parents usually ask college students. My father seemed to get a particular kick out of answering these questions, because every time he told a story he'd shoot me a quick side glance, as if to signal to me that he was living my life to the fullest better than I used to.

When dinner was finished I found myself sitting alone at the dinner table. Kayla had stepped outside to take a phone call and Sarah and my dad had gone upstairs so that he could help her move a few boxes. My thoughts were clouded by a tangled mixture of emotions from the days events. I was proud of my father for doing so well in my body, but seeing Kayla again had started to make me jealous. Tracing my discontent backwards through real and fake memories, I thought back to the accident. I could hear the screeching of tires, the crunching of metal, the last words I'd spoken to my dad. We'd been arguing about where I should work after graduation, and I'd told him I wished he knew how hard my life was. My father agreed, retorting that I'd never be able to make it a day in his life when a truck ran a red light, hitting us side-on. How many nights had I lain awake, wishing that I hadn't said those words.

Shaking myself out of my melancholic state, I pushed myself up from the table and left the kitchen. As I slowly climbed the stairs, I gradually became aware of an unusual noise emanating from my bedroom. As I drew nearer, I could see that the door had been left open a crack. The room was dark, lit only by the light creeping in from the hallway. I peered inside, squinting, and letting my vision come into focus as I held my breath. I could just barely see the vague outline of two round, fleshy mounds rising and falling in tandem with the wet, meaty slap that I'd heard echoing across our hallway. My heart froze. I was staring at my father's ass as he fucked my wife in missionary. I looked on in horror as my father used my body to commit an actual act of incest, throwing his hips forward and backwards madly as he sawed my penis in and out of my mother's drooling cunt. She was on her back beneath him, legs stretched as wide as they would go, hips turned upwards, acting as a quivering basin for my father to ravage with his glistening rod. Worst of all, she was clawing at his back wildly, softly moaning "John... John..." with every colossal thrust of his penis.

I took a step backwards. The hallway was spinning. John? John? That was supposed to be MY name. This wasn't the way things were supposed to be. How could Sarah do this to me??? My heart began to pound and hot rage began to swell in my chest. I could feel that I was about to explode. To storm into the bedroom and rip them apart when all of a sudden I felt a small, soft hand grab my forearm. I spun around, shocked to find Kayla standing behind me.

"Shhh David it's okay..." she said, grabbing me with her other hand to steady me.

"It's okay. I know about the swap. I know about everything."

My heart was pounding in my ears.

"Wha...what how... how did you???" I was silenced by Kayla's tiny index finger being pressed against my lips.

"He told me. This was all my idea. Your father and you... you needed some closure."

"You... you told him to..." my voice trailed off. I could hear my wife moaning my name as my father pounded away at her with her son's virile body.

"He missed her David. He needed her for one more night. And I..." she raised her gaze from the floor to my eyes.

"Come on..." she said quietly, turning back and walking to the end of the hallway, disappearing into the guest bathroom.

I could hear the shower start from where I was standing, frozen like a statue in place until I had regained my senses. Heeding her request, I slowly walked the length of the hallway, shedding my jeans, t-shirt, and boxers along the way. Once I entered the bathroom I knew that there was no going back. I would be committed to Kayla's plan. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

The air inside the bathroom was heavy and steamy, and the light over the mirror cast a warm orange glow throughout the room. I saw Kayla's lithe, seductive silhouette on the other side of the shower door, lathering itself with soap. The door slid open and I saw her beautiful face. Her long blonde hair was soaked and hung smoothly down the back of her neck, appearing a few shades darker than it would have been fully dry. She slid the door the rest of the way open, fully exposing her naked body to me. Her youthful breasts were full and perky, something I admired far more from the perspective of an older man. I had seen and felt them before, but now I was looking at them through fresh eyes. Soap was running in foamy streams over her areolas, dripping off the downward slope of her breasts, down her stomach, over her hips and thighs and finally down her long, toned legs. I drew another deep, shuddering breath and then stepped further inside the room, closing the distance between us. She didn't say anything, simply stepped aside to make room for me in the shower. I didn't hesitate. I stepped in and slid the door shut behind me, then turned and took her in my arms.

I felt her throw her arms around my neck as I pulled her body against mine. Her breasts pressed into my chest and stomach, lower than they used to in my old form. I could feel their weight. Kayla was smooth and slick with soap. My hands explored all over her body. Her back, her ass, down her hips. Her arms, the back of her neck. I savored her body, slowly rediscovering the nooks and crannies that I had once loved so much. I pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. She was no longer smiling, just staring at me with a mixture of anticipation and lust that was beyond arousing. I placed my hands on either side of her face and pulled her in for a kiss. Our lips met for the first time in ages. Her lips were firm and wet and warm and quivered slightly as we kissed. It was a tender, shy kiss, feeling out boundaries and testing the waters. We'd been through all this before, but I was a new man now. I didn't want her to get overwhelmed. We kissed again and her lips parted invitingly. My tongue slid into her mouth and I was overcome with her familiar taste.

It was strange, but one of the first things I noticed was that her mouth was smaller than my mother's who I had been kissing a lot recently. I gently wove my thick fingers through the tangled strands of her sopping hair, cupping her head and pulling Kayla further into my kiss. With this assertive gesture, Kayla came alive. It was like someone dropped an electric charge into the water. Her tongue began sliding along my tongue and swirling around it. She licked the insides of my mouth, feeling my teeth, the roof of my mouth. She sucked on my lips and prompted me to do the same with her. It was the best kissing the two of us had ever experienced together.

All the while, my hands roved over her soapy body, feeling every soft curve and firm muscle. My cock had been rock hard from the moment I opened the door and for the first time since stepping into the shower I felt her hand close around my shaft. She didn't squeeze or rub, just held it in her grasp. She let out a barely audible gasp as I twitched in response to her touch. She didn't say anything, but I knew she was analyzing the impressive weight and girth of my new member. I could feel her trembling slightly as she closed her eyes, no doubt judging, comparing my old cock to my father's. It was powerful. As she gripped my manhood I felt that she had a real power and control over me. Soon her other hand slipped underneath my pendulous balls and began to tease them. My legs began to shake as I enjoyed the pressure of her holding my cock and gently stroking my testicles.