Swapping bodies with family members

He stirred slightly in his bed, but didn’t say anything. She asked again, louder this time, “Son? Is that you?”

Jeff’s body suddenly sat up, and looked at her curiously. “Did you just call me son? Does that mean…”

“I’m actually your mother,” Vickie said. She was surprised when Jeff began to laugh.

“No, you’re not!” he exclaimed. “You’re my wife!”

Ned got dressed and began to explain everything that had happened during the last two days. As they sat down to a healthy breakfast that Saturday morning, Vickie told what she had experienced on the ship with who she thought was her husband. They were both open and honest about everything. They could be, because they were husband and wife, who happened to be in the bodies of their son and daughter.

Ned gave all the details about his sexual escapades with Heather. And Vickie talked about fucking their kids with his body. It was so strange, yet had in no way been terrible. And now they were together. They were in younger bodies. They both felt great, especially now that Vickie’s hangover had faded. And hearing what each of them had been up to had got them both excited in more ways than one.

Their hands had intertwined at the breakfast table while they’d been talking. And when Ned leaned forward to kiss his daughter’s face, Vickie matched his movements. They kissed passionately for several seconds before Ned broke it off.

“So, even though we’re not on the boat anymore, that doesn’t mean our anniversary trip is over…”

Vickie winked at him. “What did you have in mind?”

He picked his daughter up in Jeff’s strong arms and carried her upstairs. “I think we’ll figure something out.”

They did figure something out. Twice that morning.

A little while later, Jeff was awoken by someone shaking him going, “Mom, Mom, wake up. I’m still here in Dad’s body! Let’s have sex again!”

That was his father’s voice. He was back on the ship. With his father. Who was shaking him and calling him…Mom.

“No. No!” he said briskly. But he didn’t hear his voice. He heard his mother’s voice coming from his vocal chords. “You have got to be kidding me!” he yelled.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”