Two grown adults, well into their 40’s, stumbled into their home giggling like children. Charles held onto Khloe the best he could given his inebriated state. She was ready to fall at any given moment. The expensive wine they had purchased hours ago successfully turned her legs to jelly.

Eventually, with some extreme effort and luck, they made it to the living room sofa and landed on each other in the process. More giggling ensued.

“Get your bony ass off me!” Khloe said with some slurring.

Charles scoffed. He rolled off of her, planting his face into one of the accent pillows his wife demanded they buy when she moved in. One of the many attempts to “beautify” the newly shared space. “Guh. These pillows smell like Ethan’s armpit.”

“I should probably shower him more often.”

“He’s a grown ass man, he doesn’t need your help.” Charles knew about all the many escapades she had with his son. Not that he minded, as it was something that was communicated well before anything occurred between the two of them. He was too drunk to remember the reason.

“Mmm-hmm. And what a fine young man he is.” Khloe’s cheeks were flushed with a mix of the wine and the heat from her own remark. She took a deep breath and tried to sit up, only to realize that gravity was not her friend at the moment. Her attempt to rise brought a round of chuckles from Charles.

He leaned over, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder to steady her. “Take it easy, take it easy. I think we’ve gone a bit too far.”

Khloe nodded, her hair cascading around her face. “Oh, but not far enough.” She cautiously stood up again, this time managing to balance herself. “I want to do something.”

“Something like…?”

“You need to let loose. Have some fun too.” Khloe's eyes lit up with mischief, grabbing Charles's hand and pulling him off the couch. They staggered into their daughter Karly's room where she was sound asleep under her oversized pink covers.

A sense of uneasiness washed over Charles. "What are we doing?"

“Shhhhhhhh…” Khloe put a finger to her lips, leading him up to Karly's bed. The sweet scent of vanilla body spray hung in the air, a stark contrast to the stale scent of alcohol that clung to them. They leaned over the sleeping form of their daughter, and Khloe whispered, "Hold onto her body."

Charles obeyed, wrapping his hands around Karly's waist. He then saw his wife slip her hand underneath her daughter’s pillow, pulling it back out along with a fairly wide blade. The girl was blissfully unaware of what her mother had in store for her.

Karly was a heavy sleeper, barely waking up to even the loudest of disturbances. The house could be swept away by a tornado and she would remain curled up in her blanket without a break in snoring.

Khloe's grin grew wider as Charles’ expression shifted from curiosity to worry. "What are you doing?" he hissed, his eyes wide.

"Ready?"

“Not really.”

The cleaver in his wife’s hands rose in the air, then brought it down with a dramatic flourish, swiftly and cleanly cut through Karly’s neck. Khloe erupted in laughter. Charles looked at her in shock, his eyes searching for a hint of sanity in her gaze. But she was already on to the next jest, picking up Karly’s now severed head.

“Imagine the look on her face if she woke up right now.” she said, shaking the head playfully by the hair.

“She’d probably be livid.”

“Okay, okay, now pick her body up. Slowly.”

Charles lifted the torso, gauging the lifeless weight of his daughter. He was uneasy about the situation unfolding before him. He didn’t feel it was right to steal her body without permission, and he expressed that to his wife.

“It’s fine. She really doesn’t care. Hell, your son takes it all the time. The legs at least.”

“That’s different,” Charles protested, but the protest was half-hearted. He knew he’d done worse things under the influence of alcohol. “Alright…fine.”

They maneuvered the body out of her room, trying not to bump into the walls or make any noise that could stir Ethan from his slumber. The thick carpet muffled their steps, adding an eerie silence to their taboo escapade. Khloe led the way to the bedroom they shared, her giggles echoing through the otherwise quiet corridor. The door was cracked open, and she nudged it wider with her elbow. The room was dimly lit by the moon outside, casting a soft glow on the untouched, pristine white bed sheets.

"Where do you want her?" Charles whispered, his voice shaking slightly as he held Karly's headless form in his arms. The room spun around him, and he wasn't sure if it was from the wine or his increasing heartbeat. Maybe both.

“Oh, wherever.” Khloe flopped onto their bed, still wielding the cleaver-like knife.

With a grimace, Charles lowered Karly’s body down at the foot of the bed. “I don’t know what you plan to do, but—” His words were interrupted by Khloe stripping off everything she wore. She stood naked, holding the cleaver to her own neck. “Honey…”

Khloe nodded slyly, and swung the blade through herself. The now severed head fell onto the bed. Her body swayed before collapsing onto the floor. Charles rushed to the other side of the bed and hoisted the headless body up and onto the bed beside her daughter’s. She erupted again in laughter.

“You should see your face right now.”

“Oh yeah, I bet you can tell how amused I am.” Khloe’s laughter washed over him like a tidal wave of insanity. Charles stared at the two lifeless bodies of his wife and daughter.

"Come on, baby," she giggled, "it's just a little fun. Where is your sense of adventure?" Khloe then ordered him to place her disembodied head onto Karly's teenage body.

With a mix of trepidation and a strange fascination, Charles did as instructed. The head didn't quite sit right on the neck stump, but with some minute adjusting, it was a passable imitation of their daughter. The sight was comical, and despite his better judgment, he couldn't help but chuckle. She flexed her young arms and legs. It had been decades since she felt this limber.

"This is... surreal." he muttered, watching as she playfully wiggled her fingers. This was a new aspect of their abilities he never once thought possible. Or even an option.

The Khloe-Karly amalgamation sat up, her new body jerking slightly as she got used to the control. "Now, let's see how this baby moves." With a forceful push, Charles fell backwards onto the bed, and no time was wasted in removing all of his clothing.

“Honey. Wait, let’s think about this.”

Khloe’s eyes roved over him hungrily. “No need. Already did.” After his entire body was exposed, free from the confines of tailored fabric, she took Karly’s finger and ran it down the length of Charles’ semi-hard dick. “You ready to feel your daughter’s pussy?”

Her tone was playful, but there was an edge to it that sent a chill down her husband’s spine. He knew his wife, knew the wildness that could sometimes flare in those eyes when she’d had a bit too much to drink. But this was different. This was a ferocity he’d never seen before. Using Karly’s body, Khloe swung her leg over her husband and straddled him.

“You’re really going through with this?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “This is your daughter. My ste—”

Khloe pressed a finger against her husband’s lips. “Shush. Now why wouldn’t I?” she cooed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “It’s all just flesh and blood, and you know we’ve always liked to mix things up in the bedroom. Besides, it’s not like she’s using it at the moment, is she?”

Charles rolled his eyes. His head struggled with the idea it was wrong in some way he couldn’t discern, but his body certainly had a clear opinion as he felt himself growing harder. “It’s just that…” The words he meant to say vanished as Khloe-Karly lifted her top off, exposing the small perky breasts his son talked about all the time. When he met her, he never thought he too would come to know why they were so beloved.

Khloe grabbed her new tits and let them slide against her palm, dropping with a firm jiggle.

“Oh…my god…”

"It's like I'm 19 again." she said, a hint of nostalgia in her voice. "So firm and ripe." Her hand traveled down, stroking her flat stomach, and then between her own daughter’s legs. With a wicked smile, she positioned herself over Charles, aligning her newfound pussy with his erection. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and it only served to excite her more. It wasn't long until the panties were slid off.

Charles was pinned down, the hard dick between the now nude lips. He could feel how wet she was. It was practically overflowing. The anticipation was palpable, thick in the air like the wine they had been drinking.

“You want to fuck your little girl?” The cock grew harder as the warm, wet folds of his daughter’s body caressed him.

“Goddamn Khloe…” He watched in a daze as she lifted herself a few inches, reached down, and took his member in her hand. The head of his dick was guided into the entrance of Khloe-Karly’s tight teenage pussy. It took little effort for him to slowly slide all the way into her.

She gasped loudly. Khloe didn’t anticipate how small her daughter was. “Oh fuck, daddy.” She said with a moan and sultry smile.

The feeling was indescribable, tight and snug. Intoxicating. He failed to tear his eyes away from the sight of his wife's head on his daughter's body. Khloe’ began to rock Karly’s hips back and forth, her movements clumsy at first but gradually becoming smoother. Charles's eyes rolled to the back of his head. His mind went blank, thinking only of the pure ecstasy that came from his daughter’s pussy that completely enveloped him.

As they continued, Khloe looked down to her left, the sight of her old headless body resting was too tempting to ignore. All the things she wanted to do to it unfolded and blossomed in her head. Khloe’s eyes landed on her own pussy…and her hand followed. Her fingers brushed up and down the strip of hair, then to the hood of her clit, and slowly slipped the two fingers inside. The sensation of her own soft and warm cavity enveloping her digits was like a dream. She continued to dig deeper, reaching what she knew as her g-spot. The headless body reacted and squirmed.

Pulling it out, she took the hand and inserted the fingers into her mouth. Her tongue mopped up every drop of her own sweet fluids. Khloe abruptly stopped, realizing that she was sucking on her daughter’s fingers.

It was merely met with a shrug before continuing on.

Khloe’s headless body was pulled closer by the ankle, and the foot suddenly gave way. She held up the severed limb, her eyes sparkling with an unsettling mix of glee and lust. The detached foot was shoved into her mouth. Khloe sucked, moaning around each toe, the sound vibrating along her tongue as she tasted the sweetness of her own flesh.

The sight of Karly’s body riding him was already proving difficult to last as long as he usually did. He could feel his orgasm approaching like a freight train, the kind that you knew was going to knock you out cold. Charles had to look away. His eyes searched for anything that would serve as a distraction. But then, he felt something wet and warm rub against his belly. He looked up and saw his wife taking her detached foot in her hand and guiding it to her new pussy. The toes pressed against the throbbing clit, working it in rhythm with the thrusts of her borrowed body. Khloe yelped in pleasure.

Charles gave into his own primal urges, twisting his body enough to not throw Khloe-Karly off of him. He grabbed onto each side of the hips of Khloe’s headless body. Pulling hard, the body separated in two, and the now detached lower half of his wife was flipped over on top of him. Her pussy was inches away from his mouth. And Charles didn’t hesitate. He licked it, savoring the taste of his wife’s juices on his tongue. It was a mix of sweet and bitter, a flavor he’d known intimately for almost a year.

Khloe almost felt jealous watching her old pussy pleasured by her husband. Almost. The feeling was fleeting however, replaced by an overwhelming exhilaration as Charles's tongue danced over her folds, his eyes closed in concentration. “You enjoying my detached pussy babe?”

He nodded, his eyes still closed, lost in the sensation.

With her ass on full display in front of her, Khloe used her daughter’s hands and grabbed the cheeks of her old body, spreading them wide open. Her ass was pink and inviting, ready to be worshiped. Khloe’s head plunged forward, smacking her face into her own plush cheeks with a soft thud. The taste of herself was something she had never experienced before, and it was unexpectedly rousing. Their tongues danced around the edges of her pussy before delving into the wet cavern that was once her own.

In unison, as if they were synced by a shared rhythm, Khloe began to quiver and shake and Charles’ hips bucked upwards. The tension built to a crescendo, then crashed over them like a wave. Karly’s body convulsed, still straddling Charles, trembled as her mother’s and father’s essence climaxed within it. Panting, they both collapsed onto the bed, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and the lingering vanilla undertones of Karly’s favorite soap.

“That was...” Charles managed to say, his voice hoarse.

“Fucking incredible.” The words slipped out of Khloe’s mouth, and she didn’t bother to apologize for her crassness. She was too busy reveling in the aftermath of their twisted love-making.

Charles agreed. His chest rose and fell with deep, satisfied breaths. He pushed his wife’s detached lower half off of him, limply coming to a rest onto the detached upper half beside them. Her breasts jiggled from the impact. “What now?” He asked, his eyes still closed, savoring the moment.

Khloe-Karly sat up and pulled her head upwards. It disconnected with a wet pop, and tossed it to Charles just before she lost control of the body. Their headless daughter slowly tipped backwards like a tree that had just been cut from its trunk. It plummeted to the floor, and they heard the sound of several body parts clattering across the hard wood.

“Well…” Karly’s detached head exchanged glances with her husband, and giggled, “you’re cleaning all that up.”