‘Sharon... why are you in Johns room... and where’s John’
Your voice startled her, as she jumped to face you. Her face was a mix of contemplation and confusion.
‘I... er...’ she spluttered, looking quickly onto the bed, which wasn’t filled by his son.
On there was a sheet of paper, a blank sheet of paper.
‘Does you being in here have something to do with that.’ You walked over and grabbed it, ‘an empty piece of paper’ you held it in your hand, it feeling no different from an A4.
‘Dad... I mean Jack.’ Sharon corrected herself.
‘Dad?’ You thought, ‘did you just call me dad?’ Your face was one of concern.
‘No, honey, you must of misheard.’
‘Okay. Something is going on, we haven’t had sex like that in months and now you’ve called me, not daddy, but dad. Come clean.’
‘You wouldn’t believe me’ she replied cryptic and child-like. As her shoulders came in and she shimmied on the spot.
‘Try me?’ Your assertive father-tone began to come out, as you titled your head, waiting for an answer.
‘Well...’ she started ‘I’m not Sharon.’ She admitted. Avoiding all eye contact, as you stared with accusitory eyes at her.
‘I’m John.’ She confessed after a pause. Gaging your reaction.
‘John? My son, John? What kind of joke, prank is this.’
‘That piece of paper, the one in your hand.’ She gestured, closing the space between the two of you. She came to your side and peered over your shoulder.
‘It’s magic, and allows me to possess anyone I want.’
You could hear your heart,whether it was fear, worry, or dead, you couldn’t tell.
‘We just had sex.’ You breathed low and softly, your voice wrought with disgust, but paired with some taboo arousal.
‘No. You had sex with Sharon. Nothing biological, nothing wrong. I was just driving it. It’s still Sharons car, I just wanted to give it a go.’
‘What’s it like?’ Although your opposition to the sex had not passed, the morbid, carnal curiosity was creeping into your mind.
‘It’s different. Not having, boys parts. And having these.’ He pointed to his generous sized chest. This became uncomfortable as your staff began to rise once again.
‘I don’t know what to say’ you said moving over to take a seat on the bed, your head slumping with the weight of the information just conveyed to you by your son-possessed wife.
After a moment of silence, you spoke up.
‘I want it.’ You demanded.
‘What?’ John looked up.
‘The spell. I want to try it.’ You reiterated .
‘But... it’s... it’s mine,’
‘I’ll make you a deal. I have it when your at school and you have it in the evenings,’ you proposed to a considered look from your son.
‘Okay. Okay. That could work.’ Sharon sat beside you, you couldn’t help but look at her heavy cleavage,
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