My son Jessie was a disrespectful piece of sh*t. In our family, it was just my son and I. My wife divorced me after Jessie was born and I was left with him for the past 20 years. In the past 20 years, he didn’t show even a hint of respect to me. He did whatever he wanted no matter how many times I hit him or lectured him. When he got older, he started working out at the gym, and it came to the point where I had to listen to him. I, THE DAD, had to listen to him.
Well one day, I was feeling sick, and after some examination by a doctor, they diagnosed me with some disease. I was supposed to stay in the hospital and get treated. The treatment was quite expensive, but I had saved more than enough to pay it. I asked my son to go to my secret stash hidden under my desk. I didn’t keep money in the bank because I felt it would be safer at home than at the bank. Boy, was I wrong.
Instead of bringing it straight away, my son spent a lot of it on partying out and on new expensive clothes. My days were getting shorter, and the nurses were trying to get in contact with him, but Jessie always rejected each call.
I died after two weeks, and my son never visited me once.
But I didn’t leave the Earth.
I was a lingering ghost on this world. I stayed by Jessie’s side to see how he was taking my death. He talked to some friend on the phone about he kept praying it would be sooner so that he could keep the money.
The past few nights, he brought a different girl home every night and fucked them in MY bed.
I had enough, and rammed into him, hoping he’d fall.
But he didn’t fall. My spirit went into Jessie’s body and was adjusting to Jessie’s body. I took over Jessie’s body and every pound of muscle on him.
The next night, I was getting dressed with the clothes that were paid with MY money, and I even snapped a picture of myself half-dressed.
I couldn’t wait to bring a twink home to fuck him with this new cock. Jessie didn’t know this about me, but I was gay, and I was going to put my son’s cock and ass to good use.
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