Karyn and Linda spent the next 15 minutes pleasuring each other, and before long their time started running out. Karyn was in the middle of thrusting deep into Linda when she felt her new cock start to shrink away, and Linda began aging before her eyes, her dark hair shrinking back into the boyish cut she had before. It was a strange sensation for Linda, the feeling of Karyn’s cock shrinking away with each thrust, but it was also strangely pleasurable. They finally reached their third climax of the afternoon, with their just their pussies rubbing against each other.
“We NEED to do that again!” Karyn said breathlessly as she collapsed backwards on the bed.
“I agree!” Linda sighed happily, “Shame were out of time today. If Jon doesn’t tap back tonight, maybe we can go back to yours tomorrow?” She added as she tried to get to her feet, only to find her legs were still shaky.
“I’ll hold you to that” Karyn smirked as she managed to climb of the bed and started to pull her clothes back on.
Back downstairs Jon had finished the ironing and had made a start on dinner. He’d opted for an easy dish, and was in the middle of making a risotto. He was thankful he seemed to have Linda’s cooking knowledge, as he wasn’t sure he’d have been able to make anything otherwise. Just as he was about to start dishing up the food, he heard Linda and Karyn coming down the stairs.
“Is Karyn staying for dinner?” Jon called to them.
“No Mom,” Linda replied, “she’s heading home now” Jon felt a little more relieved knowing there was one less person around who could figure him out. He turned back to the food and began to plate it up.
“Could you get the others for me m…Jon” he said to Linda who was hovering in the kitchen doorway with a big smile on her face.
“Sure thing mom” Linda replied before bounding upstairs as Jon began to set the plates out on the table. It wasn’t long before Linda returned with Zoe and Mikey in tow, and the four of them sat down to eat.
They were just finishing up when they heard the sound of the front door opening.
“I’m home!” Jon heard his dad call, moments before he appeared in the kitchen. He walked around the table and tousled Linda and Mikey’s hair before reaching Jon, where he leaned down and wrapped his arm around his chest and giving him a peck on the cheek, just like he did to Linda every day. Jon shuddered a bit, painfully aware of his dad’s arm laying over his flat chest.
“Dinner smells good babe” he said when he stood up straight again.
“Yours is in the pot da…Roger” Jon caught himself just in time. His heart raced as his father paused for a second and stared at him, before breaking into a smile.
“Great, I’m starving!” He chuckled as he moved towards the stove and served himself.
“Ok!” Jon said standing up quickly, “Jon, it’s your turn to do the dishes, I’m going to put the laundry away, then I’m going to read for a bit in my room.” He said, eager to get away from everyone. He scooped up the basket of neatly ironed clothes and hurried upstairs. He headed into the master bedroom and instinctually started separating the pile into smaller ones for each person. After that he set about going from room to room putting things away, leaving the pile of Linda’s, or currently his, things last. Once those were put away he sighed contentedly and sat down in the edge of the bed. He dropped backwards so he was staring at the ceiling and closed his eyes.
“I never realised how much mom actually does around here” he muttered to himself, feeling absolutely exhausted. He closed his eyes for a minute, and lay there enjoying the quiet. This feeling only lasted a moment as he heard the bedroom open and close again.
“You look worn out babe” He heard his dad say.
“You don’t know the half of it” Jon groaned as he sat up, “I haven’t stopped today!” He added. He quickly looked away as his dad started taking off his clothes.
“I’ve been waiting all day to put something comfier on!” Roger chuckled, “I hate it when I’ve got meeting and have to wear a tie!” He added as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side. Jon was surprised at how muscular his dad looked, and couldn’t help but stare at his chest.
“Like what you see?” Roger grinned as he flexed his muscles, “just like Sergeant America!” He added.
“Captain America.” Jon corrected him automatically. He quickly clapped a hand over his mouth as his dad looked over at him.
“I knew it!” He said. He lunged forward and grabbed Jon’s wrist. With a quick pull he moved Jon’s hand away from his mouth and planted a kiss on his lips. Jon was stunned and confused. As his dad pulled away he was grinning widely.
“Mom would never have know that!” He chuckled, “Jon, it’s me, Zoe!”
