To both of their detriment, Erik Tanner found out about Chester’s little impropriety (i.e. fucking Erik’s dad.) The ensuing shouting match was a true test of their friendship: insults were slung, it very nearly came to blows. Chester, understandably, was BEYOND pissed. Though he’d never admit it to another living soul, he did end up making the most of his week as Mrs. Tanner, arguably more so than if he had spent it within his own body. He WAS ready to let the whole thing slide had his friend not made a fuss, even though it was FULLY Erik’s fault. Such slights should not remain unchallenged. Chester had found (what he believed to be) a copy of the spell that Erik had used on him, and it was high time to return the favor. He mulled over his options on who Erik was going to become: a resident from the nearby old folk’s home, Chester’s overweight manager, hell, he even considered a stray cat that wouldn’t mind a warm place to sleep. But while brainstorming, he knew there was only one right answer: if Erik wanted to insert Chester’s soul within Mrs. Tanner, why shouldn’t he try out being someone else’s mom?

He had enacted his revenge exactly to the letter, but that didn’t mean Chester didn’t receive another lick of punishment: “Ack! Dude, gross! What the fuck?!” he exclaimed, averting his eyes to the sight.
 
Erik, having just wiggled into the laciest, sheerest negligee he could find, placed his hands around his shapely hips, putting on a mocking tone, “I don’t think I have to explain myself to you, 'sweetheart.'” he stuck out his tongue, “Now give Mommy her privacy.”

Erik was too preoccupied with his own plans for the evening to concern himself with complaints from his friend/temporary sort-of son. Chester’s mom Emily wasn’t married, and even if she was, Erik wouldn’t have been able to stomach getting pounded by an older man. But this body had needs, needs that couldn’t be ignored. If he wasn’t such a prideful man, he may have been more understanding towards Chester and how he had coped with similar feelings, but Erik wasn’t one for introspection. Though internally, he was thanking Chester for fumbling the spell. Unlike the original possession spell, Emily’s consciousness was fully aware and awake, currently piloting Erik’s younger, virile male form. Suffice to say, it didn’t take long for the pair to first commiserate, then quickly give in to their new hormones, with the MILF-turned-man making the first move, slipping a hand under Erik’s shirt to greedily grab a handful of her former breasts. Blame it on struggling to contain all the testosterone saturating her mind, but Emily was certainly thinking with her dick as of late. Luckily, despite the age he had acquired, Erik was capable of keeping up with her, to explosively pleasurable results. With her newfound youth, hormones, and knowledge of what makes her body tick, Emily was the perfect lover. Not to discount Erik’s enthusiasm, of course. In fact, just the other day, Emily had complimented him on his skills sandwiching his old cock between his new freckled cleavage until he was covered in white-hot ropes of spunk. And now, thinking towards tonight, Erik was curious on how it would feel incorporating his mouth into the mix.