Jason was dumbfounded by his Father's lack of reaction, and completely bowled over by his question. "I-I...w-what do you mean Dad..." he sputtered.
His Father shook his head almost impatiently. "I mean, how are we going to do this, this time? Do you just want me to march my new little ass around for you as a little show, or are you going to get over here and enjoy it personally? I swear Son, you never can make up your mind during these little kinky sessions of ours." Jeff laughed as he put his hands on his flared new hips and posed his new lower half like a cocky coquette.
Jason pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and sat back down. He felt unsteady on his feet and wanted to try and regain his bearings. "I've done this to you before?" he managed to ask his Father.
His Dad walked over and looked at his Son, concern suddenly passing over his face. "Sure. I've gotten used to you borrowing me for a bit ever since you hit puberty. Just the perils of being the Father of a sort of demi-God I suppose. Do you feel okay kid?" he asked as his blue heels clicked on the floor with each step.
Jason decided it would be best not to panic. "Yeah...I-I'm fine Dad. I guess I just felt a little light headed is all." He looked down from his Father's face at the new lower-body he'd inadvertently saddled the man with. It was just as enticing and easy on the eye as it had been on the television earlier. The way those long legs looked sheathed in those tights, the sway of the hips in those tiny little shorts, even with his Father perched atop it he was bowled over by the sight of that lower body.
His young lust slowly overcame his shock and moral misgivings as he unconsciously licked his lips. "Dad, I hate to impose, but I think I would feel better if I got to...uh...that is..."
His Father chuckled as he put on of his stiletto-clad feet up on Jason's chair, rubbing the toe against his Son's now-stiffening crotch. "Ahhh...young lust. Knock yourself out kid." he winked.
Jason nervously reached up to run his hands over his Father's new leg. It felt just as amazing and electric to the touch as it had looked. He felt the fabric of the tights, the supple, taught, muscular, yet smooth feel of the womanly leg, and loved every minute of it!
For his part, his Father smiled and started to breath a little heavier. "That feels good Son..." he murmured.
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