If it wasn't for the bulge in the front of Jon's father's skirt, Jon would have said that the young woman approaching his bedside was a model, or maybe a stripper. Either way, he would have never guessed that beneath the firm round breasts, long sexy legs, not to mention the seductive sway and slutty outfit, lay his dad. The man who had played catch with him, the man who had taught him to fish, the man who had even given him "the talk" about girls a few years prior.
Jon's father's perfume filled the room, a pleasant smell that Jon couldn't quite recognize, but made him feel warm and excited. Zoe and Karyn, the twin nurses, had joined his mother in the hallway and looked as if they had lost interest in what was happening in the bedroom. From their point of view they had no reason to stick around. What could be so interesting about a father and son chat?
The pleated skirt that barely covered Jon's dad's behind swayed as he sashayed to his son's bedside, showing plenty of leg with each step. Luckily it always seemed to completely cover the cause for the bulge in the front of his crotch, but always seemed to hang just right so as to emphasize its presence.
Tearing his eyes from his father's groin, Jon focused on examining his face. The visage didn't belong to a middle-aged man, as it had when he had driven Jon home earlier, but rather to a girl around Jon's age. The eyes bore heavy make-up, but behind that lay an expression of hunger that made Jon feel uncomfortable. A tongue appeared from his father's mouth and slowly licked his upper lip, causing Jon to lose his focus momentarily. For a second Jon forgot that he was looking at the man who had sired him, and his eyes only beheld a sexy woman who was in his bedroom looking for only one thing. Jon's penis twitched, the swelled.
"Hey there sport," Jon's father said, his breathy voice matching his movements, "it's good to see you... up," he finished, eyes flicking down to the, once again tenting bed sheets. Choosing carefully a place to sit (avoiding the sperm Jon spilled from his encounter with Karyn and Zoe), Jon's dad sat down and crossed his stocking-clad legs. He placed one manicured hand on Jon's leg.
Jon, for his part, was disgusted with himself. How could he be feeling so aroused about his own father? Sure, his father didn't look like a man, but that didn't change who he was! He had to gain control over his arousal; who knew what changes would occur if he didn't. It didn't help, though, that his dad's hand was slowly making it's way up Jon's leg toward his crotch as he spoke.
"Welcome home, my boy," the sexy shemale continued, "Look, I've never been one to get emotional, you know that," his hand inched closer, nails touching Jon's mid-thigh, "but you being in the hospital really did a number on me."
You're telling me! thought Jon.
"And now that you're home, well, I'm a changed man," his hand brushed against Jon's testicles, "and your mother and I want to make some changes. I know that in the past I've been distant, choosing work over family, not spending the time with you that I should," Jon closed his eyes as his father gently gripped his penis through the sheets, "but that's all going to change. From now on, I'm going to spend as much time with you as I can. We'll be the best father-son team ever," he began to pump Jon's penis, "and so, to maximize on our time, we've decided that you should be moving in with your us."
"Ugh," Jon grunted.
"I know," his father continued, reading into the grunt, "I'm excited too! I'll get Karyn and Zoe to move your stuff into our bedroom. The bed is big enough for all three of us, and it'll give us plenty of time to... bond."
Jon, not paying attention to anything but the hand-job he was receiving, began to, for the second time in five minutes, spray sperm all over his sheets. Jon's dad giggled, leaned down and kissed the tip of Jon's penis, still firmly held in his hand, through the sheets, sucking on the fresh sperm that was seeping through.
A moment or two later, Jon, realizing what he had done, opened his eyes to see what changes had occurred. It wasn't as dramatic as he had thought; Sure, his father's breasts were larger, his waist smaller, but other than that the bulge was still there, he was still, in a way, a man. Then his father stood up.
"So, like, we're totally gonna have, like, lots and lots of fun!" Jon's father's new, high-pitched, bubbly voice proclaimed, "it's gonna be like a sleepover every night!" then, turning to leave, the blonde turned to him over her shoulder, "I'll see ya later, sweetie, I've gotta go to the mall. I've got some shopping to do!"
Jon, laying in his bed for what he guessed was the last time, decided that it was time for him to take control of the situation.
