Father Figure

'Daddy...daddy!' An annoying child happily called me.
'I'm not your dad..you idiot, just using his strongh body'
'W...what dad?' He said panicking.
'What's your name kiddo'
'J...jonathan...dad you're scaring me' He said.
'Look Jonathan, let's make a deal: I need to rest these big feet, so go in the other room, do what you want and don't bother me for an hour. Ok little shit'? When you'll come back your old man will be as good as new!' 
He started crying - What the fuck - I thought - how can a old young man cry for this shit! Nowadays boys are little cunt!
I started convulsing as if something was coming out of me, the young boy stopped crying and stared at me.
'What's happened?' I said in a faking confusion 'What am I doing here?'
The young boy moved closer looking me in the eye.
'Dad...is that really you?'
'Jonathan...who else should I be?' I said in a fatherly tone 'Are you ok young man?'
OH Shit - He hugged me.
'Don't worry, everything is fine' I said caressing his stupid head 'Everything is back to normal'
'Ok....dad'
'I need to rest now, son. I've fought against a monster who was trying to steal my body! But your dad is a strong man' I added smiling.
'Ok dad..I'll go to my room now...' He said confused. 
That's why I hate possessing father figures! As soon as his son went in the other room I start enjoing the fantastic muscles of that hot daddy.