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Mommy Misplaced

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story codes: M/F(g), Fantasy, Incest, Oral, Preg?

Note: This is the fourth part of a multi-chapter story. You should
read each chapter in proper sequence in order to achieve greatest
satisfaction. All chapters completed to date may be found free of
charge at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm in both HTML and Plain Text
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Mommy Misplaced
Fiction by Rachael

Chapter 3 (As narrated by Tom)


God, what a mess. I honestly didn't know what to do. I'd come home for
lunch, like I did every now and again, only to find that somehow my
wife, my beautiful wife Jennifer, had somehow switched bodies with our
lovely daughter Amanda. Crazy doesn't begin to describe it, believe
me. If there's a reasonable explanation for it, I sure wish someone
would share it.

And it wasn't just that they'd switched bodies, that doesn't sound
really terrible at first, not tragic or anything, the bad part is that
I hadn't even known, not at first, and I'd fucked my own daughter.
She'd called me Daddy, but I thought that was just my sexy wife
Jennifer playing with me, playing a little game in the bedroom, and
I'd liked it. I'd liked it a lot. It had been pretty good sex, right
up until the end. That's when my wife had caught us, except I'd
thought she was Amanda of course. And why wouldn't I? She's 11 years
old!

I'm married to an 11 year old girl, beautiful as her mom, and just
waiting to blossom into a young woman. And my daughter, who now looks
28, well not 28 really, she takes good care of herself, very good car,
and I think you'd guess 23 if you saw her. Jen's body is made for sex,
tall and hard, with great tits and the most perfect ass you've ever
seen. She's not just beautiful, she's gorgeous and I know she gets a
lot of attention, most of it unwanted, but my wife does like to play
and tease.

Jen tells me about it later, while we're having sex. How a guy might
hit on her, or even a woman, if you can believe that. She's faithful
though, I hope. That's all a man can do right? Trust his wife, and I
do, but damn if it doesn't make the sex good when she tells me how
some guy was hitting on her, begging with his eyes to get one small
taste of her sweet pussy. We both cum hard when she talks about that,
and if I have a secret I suppose that I wouldn't really mind it if she
did let a guy fuck her, just once, just so she could tell me about it
while we made love. I'd never tell her that, of course, never in a
million years.

But that's all changed now. Hell, I'm sleeping in Amanda's room, while
she and Jen sleep in our bed. Why? Think about it. If I sleep with
Amanda, in Jennifer's body, I know something might happen. I mean the
girl likes sex, she's only 11 years old, yeah, but her body is 28 now,
and she's feeling it, believe. She was coming lights out when we
fucked and all she talks about is having a baby. I have to really
watch myself around my daughter because it's just too easy to forget
that it isn't my wife in there anymore, it's my little girl and I'd
never, ever hurt her. I just hope I haven't already.

And I can't have sex with my wife, Jesus, she's 11 now. Or looks it
anyway, just 4 foot something, barely 80 pounds I'd bet, thin with a
little baby fat around her hips, but not much. No breasts at all, just
puffy little nipples and a small hairless slit. No lips down there, no
clit, just a slit on the soft swell of her mound. What am I supposed
to do with that? I mean even if she wasn't my daughter, which she is
whether Jen's inside there or not, every time I look at my wife I see
my sweet Amanda. I can't have sex with her now, even if my wife wanted
it, which I seriously doubt she does. She's eleven for crying out
loud. An eleven year old body does not want sex. Does it?

So that's why I'm here. On the couch, jerking off like I'm 14 again
because I can't touch my wife, or her body.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"This isn't working." I told Jennifer when she walked into the
kitchen. "What are you doing?"

"Getting coffee." She yawned, not completely hearing what I'd said.
"How'd you sleep?"

"You can't have coffee." I shook my head. "I didn't sleep."

"What do you mean?" She blinked at me. "I need coffee, Tom."

"You're 11 years old." I said, getting the juice out of the fridge.
"You get juice and oatmeal."

"Oatmeal" Jen made a face. "Tom, I'm not eating..."

"Hi mommy! Hi daddy!" Amanda came in then and I hate to say it, but my
dick sprang to rock hard attention. She was wearing one of Jen's
nighties, one of the small black ones, all satin and lace and clinging
to her body as she moved. And a thong under that, except it was on
backwards, which actually looked sexy as hell with the thin black
strap running between her plump pussy lips and over her obviously hard
clit.

"Uh." I swallowed hard.

"These panties make me feel funny." Amanda giggled.

"What?" My wife turned at that and looked and then went into what can
only be described as a cataclysmic fit of female proportions. She
might have had a preteen body, but she was all Jennifer inside and
seeing her daughter dressed like that...I liked it, but Jen wasn't
asking for my opinion, thank God.

So they disappeared back into the bedroom, with much discussion about
which clothes Amanda could wear and which ones she wasn't even
supposed to look at. It was a very one sided discussion, believe me,
and I just squeezed my dick a few times, because it was throbbing, and
went back to my newspaper. As if everything were perfectly normal.

I'd been meaning to talk with Jen about our sleeping arrangements, but
there just wasn't any time. I had to get to work and Amanda had to get
to school and...That was a new problem. Amanda couldn't go to school,
she was 28 years old now. So...I licked my lips, following the logic
line of reasoning. Jennifer had to go to school and Amanda had to stay
home. Well, I thought, at least Amanda's grades would improve. Not
that they were bad, but Jennifer had her degree so 5th grade should
probably be pretty easy, wouldn't you think? Yep, I smiled, straight
A's for Amanda from now on, and that was a load of my mind.

Except I couldn't leave my 11 year old daughter at home by herself all
day, could I? Well, that didn't really matter anyway, my opinion I
mean, because I knew Jen wouldn't do it. Not a chance in hell. She was
a good mom, but rather over protective and I thought Amanda would
probably act a little more grown up than she did f Jen would relax a
little, give the child more responsibility, more freedom too maybe.
But Talking about that with Jen was an iffy proposition at the moment,
so I'd have to leave it up to her and I knew the answer already. But
what to do about it?

My solution was to take the male approach to domestic problems. "Jen,
I have to go to work! Don't forget to go to school; the school bus
will be here in ummm...fifteen minutes!" I glanced at my watch, picked
up my car keys. "Love you!" And walked out the door.

My celphone was ringing two minutes later, unfortunately it just isn't
safe to drive and talk on a celphone, so I turned it off. I'd pay for
that later, and probably dearly, but I needed time to think.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

9:02am...My phone rang.

"Daddy?"

"What's wrong sweetheart?"

"Can I cook some cookies?"

"No. Eat some Fruit Loops."

9:17am...My phone rang.

"Hi Daddy!"

"What is it Princess?"

"Can I go outside and play?"

"No. Watch some television."

9:31am...My phone rang.

"Hey Daddy?"

"Yes baby? What is it?"

"Do you want to buy a vacuum cleaner?"

"What?"

"There's a man here and he wants me to buy a vacuum cleaner. He says
if I blow on him he can give it to me for a hundred dollars."

"I'm coming home. Tell the man to stay right where he is, Daddy wants
to meet him. Okay?"

"Okay."

"And don't blow on him, Amanda."

Of course the jerk was gone by the time I got home, which was too bad
because I've done a lot of strange things in my life, but I've never
shoved a vacuum cleaner up a guy's ass. I'd been looking forward to
it.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" I gave Amanda a big hug, mostly because
she threw herself at me, but that was okay. She'd been doing that
since she'd learned to walk.

"Yeah Daddy." She smiled and kissed me and I felt her hard beautiful
body against mine. All she was wearing was a pair of old jeans my wife
used for gardening and a t-shirt. No bra of course, so her ripe firm
breasts were pressed against my chest and I swear, even through my
dress shirt, and t-shirt underneath, I could feel those proud hard
nipples poking against my chest.

My cock surged with desire, and surge is the only word that comes to
mind because it...surged. It was pressed against Amanda's pelvis as
she wrapped her arms and legs around me, so I had to hold her like she
was 11, which se was, but in my arms was a real genuine woman.
Definitely not a preteen girl.

So you'll forgive me if I grabbed her ass, squeezing gently as I
rocked her body against mine, feeling my hard cock straining against
my trousers, pressing that smooth taut thin denim that covered my
daughter's 28 year old pussy and I carried her into the bedroom.

There's only so much a man can take, and I, apparently, could take
very little of what Amanda was giving me. It wasn't even close to a
fight; my conscience was out of town for the day.

"Where are w going, Daddy?" Amanda was giggling and kissing my lips. I
know she didn't really mean anything by it, except she was glad to see
me, but there it was and I liked it a lot.

"We're going to have fun, baby." I smiled at her. "Like we did
yesterday, when mommy got mad, remember? So we're not going to tell
mommy about this, it'll just be our secret game, alright?"

Amanda giggled, which sounded even better than Jen's sexy come-fuck-me
giggle, which was a sound designed by God to make men cum in their
pants when they heard it. Thank goodness I was immune after 12 years
of marriage, but it was still a close thing. I could feel my balls
ready to start pumping any second. I had to be quick if I was going to
get my dick wet before that happened.

I hadn't had a premature orgasm since my fourth date with Jen back in
high school and she'd done it to me on purpose that night, just to
make a point I thought. And although she denied it constantly, she
liked to remind me of it too, which was all the proof I needed that
women were inherently cruel, if not evil.

"Are we gonna make a baby, Daddy?" Amanda asked, just before I plopped
her gorgeous ass down on our bed.

That was a wicked thought, but not for the reason you're thinking of.
Look, I know that inside that hot body was my little girl, we're
beyond that. She was my wife, I married that body, and while I'm
certainly no misogynistic bastard, there was a part of me that
believed I owned that body. It was mine, I clothed it, I fed it, and
by the hammer swinging balls of our Lord Jesus Christ I was going to
fuck it. She was 28 and my wife, my little girl would survive the
experience, I was sure. Amanda sure didn't seem traumatized by what
had happened the day before. Or so my dick was telling me.

A baby...Now that was the wicked part. I wanted a baby. Actually I
wanted like 5 more babies. I come from a big family, I like it. I made
a lot of money, we could afford it. But Jennifer...She was so high on
her body being perfect! So was I actually, but you know what? My wife
looked like a stripper, granted, and an expensive one in Vegas, not
the local sort of cowgirl. She looked like she'd put your cock through
a wringer, and she could, and you'd thank her for it after, but
anyway...My wife never, ever looked better in my eyes than she had
when she'd been pregnant with Amanda.

She'd been more than beautiful then. Glowing, you know? Like heavenly.
And I would give almost anything to see her that way again. But I
couldn't convince Jen of that, no way. She'd been horrified by how fat
she got, how her body had changed, like it had been the end of the
world. She had no idea at all of how absolutely stunning she'd looked
while carrying a baby in her womb for those nine months.

So when Amanda asked me if we were going to make a baby, you know what
I said.

"Oh yes, baby. We're going to make lots of babies." And my wife's
smile, well...My daughter's smile...Could have lit up the whole world.

Amanda didn't need any more encouragement from me and as soon as she
saw me taking off my clothes she was doing the same. The kid was a
fast learner, I thought and I wondered if I shouldn't teach her a
little bit of everything. I mean like it or not, if this thing didn't
get sorted out she was going to be my wife until death do us part.

Obviously Jen couldn't be my wife, she was 11 years old, plus her body
had come from me, half of it anyway. It wasn't fair maybe, to Jen or
to Amanda, or even to me, but those were the breaks and sure, I'd
agonize over it later. There was no doubt about that, I loved them
both more than anything else in the world. But...

Do you have a better idea? I didn't think so.

"I like this Daddy." Amanda was saying, now quite deliciously naked as
she kicked her panties off her long left leg. She was already rubbing
her sex, playing with it while she smiled at me. "My pussy feels hot!"

"It looks hot too, sweetie." I grinned, stepping out of my trousers.

"It does?" She made a little face, looking down at herself and I
chuckled.

"Come here Princess, I want to show you how to make Daddy ready to
give you a baby..." I was going to cum quick, no doubt about it, but
we had a few hours and I seriously doubted I'd ever go soft around
Amanda, no matter how many times I came.

"Your wiener is pretty big, Daddy." My daughter giggled, moving closer
and staring at my cock.

"That's my cock, Amanda..." I stood next to the bed and I reached out,
touching my wife's, I mean my daughter's shoulders, pulling her
closer.

"Cock, yeah." She nodded. "I know. I'm a big now, huh."

"Oh yeah, sweetie." I pulled her closer and my cock was stiff and
standing straight out in front of her. "Now, sit on the bed,
yeah...and I want you to learn how to suck it, okay?"

"Suck it?" She blinked at me, like maybe she hadn't heard me right.

"Yeah, kiss it for me, Amanda, you'll see..." I was pulling her gently
closer, my fingers in her hair.

"Does mommy kiss it?" She asked, looking up at me with those big green
eyes I'd looked into 12 years before when we'd married.

"Oh yeah, sweetheart, mommy's really good at kissing my cock. You'll
be good at it too, you'll see." I was flushed and my heart was beating
wildly.

Jen was a good cocksucker, but it wasn't her favorite thing in the
world. That would be fucking actually, followed closely by getting
head. And really, those were sort of reversible, depending on her
mood. Sometimes she loved getting eaten out even more than fucking,
but sucking my cock...That was always a distant ninth on her list of
favorite things. It came right after painting her toe nails, I think.

She'd suck me, and like I said, Jen was very good at it, but only
after, or maybe while, I was licking her...Which I always liked to do
anyway. But sometimes I thought it would be nice if my wife would just
want to suck me off, for no good reason at all except she liked it a
lot.

This was my chance to fix that one little thing I didn't like about
our relationship. I'd teach Amanda to love sucking cock more than
anything else in the world, and then who knows? Maybe she'd blow me
when we went out to eat. Like between dinner and desert, just give me
that look like she was hungry for cock more than cheesecake and we'd
go into the men's room maybe, sneaking my beautiful wife into a stall
so she could suck me while perfect strangers walked in and out,
pissing and washing their hands, combing their hair maybe, just a few
feet away from my cocksucking wife. And she'd swallow too...wiping her
lips on her napkin as we sat back down, blushing sweetly and sipping
her wine.

Yep...I figured Amanda would learn to like that just fine. She
certainly loved playing with herself, and fucking, no doubt about
that. Now it was time to introduce my darling daughter to the fine art
of sucking my dick.

"Just hold it, honey...Put your fingers around it, that's it..." It
wasn't difficult at all to get her started actually.

Amanda was more than eager and whenever she hesitated or showed the
slightest doubt all I had to do was tell her how much mommy loved to
do it, and when that didn't work immediately I'd gently suggest that
maybe Amanda wasn't quite big enough yet. That was guaranteed to get
the girl's attention and she'd forget everything else but proving to
me that she really did belong in mommy's body.

Life was good, I decided. Pretty damn good.

"It's hot!" Amanda giggled, wrapping her hands around my cock, which
is more than respectable in size, I might add. It wouldn't be starring
in its own movie or anything, but as far as I was concerned, and more
importantly as far as my wife Jenny, and now my daughter Amanda, was
concerned that cock of mine was perfect. Jen had told me that often
and eagerly while we fucked and if there was one thing the woman
couldn't do in bed, it was lie. And that isn't a pun.

"I know." I nodded. "It's hot for you. Kiss it now, just a little one
right on the end."

Those soft pouting lips had kissed my cock a thousand times, but for
some reason this was better than all of them combined. She was so
innocent seeming, so shy and tentative when Amanda leaned forward,
glancing up at me nervously, and then pressed her lips to my swollen
cock. It was beautiful and when se pulled back there was a long
silvery strand of precum hanging between us, just for a second before
Jen, I mean Amanda, licked her lips and smiled.

"See that wasn't so bad, was it?" I stroked her hair. "I love you so
much when you do that, Princess."

"Really?" She asked, smiling happily.

"Oh yeah...do it again baby, kiss it for me..." I swallowed thickly,
concentrating on how those Mariners needed a better closer for next
season.

And my darling daughter/wife was kissing me then, getting more and
more used to it and moving her lips all over the head and around the
shaft. I didn't even have to ask her to use her tongue; Amanda started
doing that all by herself. She licked my cock like an ice cream cone,
gathering my precum on her long pink tongue and swallowing it, which
made me very proud and I told her so.

"Now open your mouth, Amanda...Open up, Princess...I want you to learn
how to suck it now..." I was whispering, stroking her hair, smiling
down into her soft eyes.

She couldn't say no, and not just because I was doing everything I
could to encourage her, but because somewhere inside she wanted to do
it. It occurred to me, maybe not specifically then, but over time,
that it was probably a good thing she'd switched places with her mom,
because Amanda had the makings of a real cock slut. She was only 11
years old, really, but she already loved fucking and now it was
obvious she was getting into kissing cock, that wasn't coming just
from her new body, some of that was coming from her. From whom she was
as a person, and I thought I was pretty fortunate to be able to save
my little girl from becoming a slut.

Maybe God really does watch over little girls, puppies and kittens. He
sure seemed to be going out of his way this time, but I wasn't
complaining as my wife's mouth opened and slowly engulfed my swollen
cock. Amanda was warm and wet and oh so nice and soft inside. Her
tongue tickled the underside of my cockhead, making me stand tip-toe
for a second as my balls threatened to empty right then and there, but
I buckled down and got some little bit of control over myself. I
didn't want to scare the girl, quite the contrary, I wanted her
begging me for my cum.

"Oh yessss..." I hissed between my teeth. "That's it Amanda, oh you do
that so good. Your mouth feels so good, baby..."

"Mmphhh...ummpph..."

"Shhhh...Don't talk, Amanda, just keep sucking..." I smiled at her,
trying to remember it was my own daughter down there sucking my cock
instead of my wife. But it was my wife, just not Jennifer, so it was
okay anyway and she looked so hot with her lips stretched around my
dick. I'm pretty thick, but thankfully not so thick Jen couldn't get
me all the way down. I know a girl likes girth for fucking, and that's
fine, but when it comes to cocksucking, bigger isn't really better.

"Watch the teeth, Amanda...You have to be careful...touch
yourself...Oh, you are!" I laughed softly because I already knew my
little girl was fingering her hole.

Jen's body had always been super-orgasmic and it was obvious that
Amanda had already figured out which buttons did what. She was
fingering herself, and avoiding her clit completely, which meant she
didn't really want to cum, at least not yet, she just wanted to feel
good while she learned how to suck her daddy's cock.

I'd seen Jen masturbate countless times and I knew she did it the same
way. She'd spend an hour warming up with two or even three fingers in
her sweet pink sex, just making herself all hot and juicy inside, and
then when she needed to finish, a quick five minute rub of her thumb
over her clit would bring the woman off quick. Like rubbing a lamp and
getting a wish...And Jen always wished for a really good orgasm.

"Oh Jesus, Jen..." I sighed, feeling my wife's mouth slide further
down the shaft, enough so my cockhead nudged the back of her mouth.
That brought a small gagging reflex and Amanda pulled away.

"I'm Amanda, Daddy." She said, licking her lips and holding my swollen
cock tight in her fist.

"I know, yeah...Sorry, Baby...Suck it some more, you're doing it
really good." I nodded, telling myself I was gonna have to remember
that.

"Better than mommy?" My daughter asked.

"Almost..." I smiled. "Almost...but mommy can suck the whole thing,
baby...Can you do that? Can you pretend like you're swallowing my
cock?"

"I think so." Amanda replied, licking at my dick a little
apprehensively, but if nothing else my little girl was determined to
be as good as mommy and I wondered how far that competitive streak ran
between Amanda and her mother.

"Uh-huh..." I was back on my tip-toes as Amanda went back to work on
my cock and she choked a little, coughing once or twice, but I'll be
damned if all of sudden her throat didn't just open up and suck my
cock all the way down to the root. I practically came on the spot,
feeling those tight little muscles rippling around my penis as her
faced turned red with the effort.

Amanda pulled back, swallowing spit and precum, and then did again, as
if my daughter had been deep throating cocks her whole life. I suppose
in a way she had, since it was my wife's throat doing it. Muscle
memory maybe, I thought, but only for the briefest of seconds as
Amanda did it a third time, and that was when I finally lost it,

"Oh fuck..." I had to hold her head; I had no choice in the matter.

I grabbed Amanda's head and held her there, my cock lodged deep in her
throat as it worked around me, trying to swallow my dick. And I was
cumming hard, my balls bouncing beneath her chin as I shot my thick
load straight down into Amanda's tummy.

I was still cumming when I relaxed; just enough so she could pull back
and take a breath, but all that got her was a hard choking cough as
she tried to breath sperm. Amanda hadn't expected that and of course
she pulled away from cock completely, so that my last bit was
splattered over her lips and chin and cheeks. She had a big mouth full
too, even after she'd regained control and she held her mouth open,
looking up at me with wide green eyes, like what was she supposed to
do with that?

"Swallow it, honey...It's good for you, swallow all of it, Amanda..."
I was breathing hard, stroking her hair and if I'd been anyone but her
father I don't think she would have done it.

It made me proud though when Amanda closed her mouth and sort of
dipped her head the way a child does when they're swallowing a big
mouthful of something. She smiled afterwards, opening her mouth again
so I could see most of it was gone and the rest clinging to her tongue
mostly.

"I swallowed it, Daddy. See?" She was breathing hard too.

"I do see! You really are a big girl." I congratulated her proudly.

"Just like mommy?" Amanda asked, mindless of the sperm still spattered
on her beautiful face.

"Oh yeah, just like mommy. Lick my cock some more...Clean it all up
for me, okay? And make sure you swallow it...Did you like it?"

"It tastes okay." She shrugged. "But it feels funny."

"That's alright, Princess. You're doing good...Open up now." I pushed
my semi-hard cock back into her mouth, letting her suck and lick the
remains of my orgasm away and in the process getting me hard enough to
fuck her good.

"Are we gonna make a baby now, Daddy?" Amanda asked me as I pulled my
cock out of her hands.

"Scoot back a little..." I told her. "Yeah, we're going to make a
baby, Amanda. A good one just for us, me and you."

"A girl? Can we make a girl, Daddy? I want a sister." Amanda was
sliding back and I got on the bed with her.

"Well, I don't know if it'll be a girl or a boy, Amanda." I shrugged.
"Maybe if we do it a lot we'll make twins, get a boy and a girl maybe.
Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Oh yeah, Daddy!" Amanda was grinning, practically clapping her hands.
"Twins! I want twins, Daddy."

"Okay, well then we have to do this every day, alright? And it's our
secret; mommy doesn't have to know..."

"Why not, Daddy?" Amanda was beneath me now and I moved her legs,
spreading them wide around me and then up, I was going to get her over
my shoulders so I could fuck her long and deep.

"Because we want to surprise her." I chuckled, raising my eyebrows.
"Wouldn't that be fun, surprising mommy like that?"

"Oh yeah, Daddy! Mommy loves surprises!" Amanda agreed and then she
made a little face as I got her knees over my shoulder, rolling her up
so they were practically next to her ears. My wife's, sorry...My
daughter's cunt was open and ready and presented for my straining cock
like a gift from heaven, and inside that sweet pink pussy was my
wife's fertile womb.

I had no illusions about that, it being my wife's womb I mean, even
though my wife was sitting in her class at school, learning how to
multiply, so far as Jen was concerned it was still her body our
daughter was borrowing and this...I smiled to myself as I pushed my
unsheathed cock inside Amanda slowly...this act of deliberately
fucking her without a condom, she was going to go fight club on me for
this.

Luckily my wife was only 4'10 and 80 pounds. I'd give her a spanking
if she got too angry! And the thought of spanking my wife because I'd
knocked her up, after 11 years of being denied what a husband has a
right to...Having children...Well, that was just going to make fucking
Amanda even better.

"Here it comes, sweetheart...Let's make some babies!"

I kissed her on the mouth, pushing my tongue inside Amanda's pretty
mouth as I drove my cock inside her well lubricated sex, easily
splitting her soft walls and groaning as I felt my cockhead bottom
out. Amanda gasped and shuddered and then I knew she was cumming hard
as she kissed me back, her body, my wife's body, reacting just as it
always did when she was all worked up. Jen's body, I've said it
before, was just made for sex and Amanda, I thought, was learning fast
how to put that new body of hers to good use.

"Ohhh oh ohhh...Daddy...That's good..." She was pinned down, gasping
and smiling and flushed with pleasure.

"Tell me to fuck you, Amanda...it's okay...You can say it..." I urged
her, feeling my cock stroking a good seven inches back and forth, in
and out from just beneath my cockhead to the root, so that my balls
slapped her tight rosy anus.

"Uh...fuck?" She looked at me, knowing it was one of the bad words,
but I smiled and nodded. "Fuck me...Daddy...fuck me...oh fuck me!"

It's really weird making love to your wife's body, seeing her eyes,
feeling her soft hot cunt surrounding you, and hearing her voice...And
knowing that underneath all of that is your own 11 year old daughter
begging you to fuck her. Jesus, I don't know what I did right, but
someone somewhere loved me, I thought. If I'd had to sell my soul for
that moment, I might have considered it, after a free sample of
course. And I had that sample now and there was no doubt that I was
the happiest man on the planet!

"Almost there, Amanda...you ready to make a baby? Are you ready?"

"Oh yeah Daddy..." She was practically in tears; the poor girl had
been cumming so hard. "Fuck me...fuck a baby inside me!!"

"Oh shit...!" I grinned at that and buried my cock as deep as I could,
suddenly feeling my cock spasm almost painfully, shooting jets of
incestuous seed deep into my wife's womb.

And that thought, that I was committing incest, maybe, bothered me a
little, but it was my wife's body. And this could be considered
educational. I mean legally Amanda could fuck whoever she wanted. She
was 28 years old, so I needed to protect her. And like all sexually
eager women, which is not to say promiscuous by any means, the best
way to protect my little girl was to keep her well satisfied at home.

So this whole switching business with my wife and daughter, sure it
was a pain in the ass for a few hours, and I was sure my wife was
still wracking her brain trying to figure out how to fix it, but so
far as I was concerned...As I pumped my load, the first of many into
my daughter/wife's unprotected womb...I just didn't see what the big
deal was.

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End of Mommy Misplaced Chapter 3
Continued in Chapter 4

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