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Subject: {ASSM} Mommy Misplaced ch6 by Rachael Ross (M/g(F), First, Rom, Fantasy)
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Mommy Misplaced

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story codes: M/g(F), First, Rom, Fantasy

Note: This is the seventh and last 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 formats. -rr


Mommy Misplaced
Fiction by Rachael

Chapter 6 (As narrated by Tom)


I thought I'd really be in the doghouse when I got home. Jen, my
beautiful loving wife of 12 years, had found out that I wasn't only
having sex with out 11 year old daughter Amanda; she also knew I was
trying to impregnate the girl. That our daughter was somehow changed
into my wife's body, and Jen likewise now changed into our pretty
little preteen girl, was probably a moot point. Or so I figured since
women tend to see the world a little differently than men do. So far
as I was concerned, it wasn't incest because I was married to that
body, I'd made a baby with that body and I really wanted to make a few
more.

But of course knowing that it was my little girl inside, that I was
fucking her as well as my wife's hot little body, well...Sure, it
bothered me some. But what's a man going to do? Amanda knew I loved
her anyway, that I wasn't trying to hurt her, or Jennifer for that
matter. I was just being realistic, you know? I mean someone had to
say it...

"You might not ever change back."

"What?" Jen was wearing our daughter's little pink bathrobe now, with
a towel around her long blonde hair, sitting at the table. Apparently
she'd just come out of the bath and Amanda was still in the tub,
although I wasn't quite clear on why they'd taken a bath together.

"What did you say?" Jen repeated, as if I hadn't heard her.

"You have to face the facts, Jen." I tried smiling supportively. "You
and Amanda, well, you might be stuck like this forever. We don't
know."

"Yeah." She nodded. "And we could change back any second. You can't go
knocking me up, Tom. Amanda up...I mean us, okay? You can't make us
pregnant! I don't want any more kids. You know that."

"I know that." I nodded. "But..." I looked at her for a long second.

"But what?"

"But Amanda does want babies, a lot of them and possession is nine
tenths of the law, Jen." I shrugged. "I'm not sure you can stop her."

"Stop you, you mean, right?" Jen frowned at me. "It isn't fair, Tom.
I'm your wife, not her. Amanda is your daughter."

"Well, she's wearing the ring, dear." And the look on Jen's face told
me I'd just gone too far. "I mean you're right, of course. You are my
wife and I love you so much. If this hadn't happened we wouldn't have
kids, I know that. I've respected that, right?"

"You used to respect that." Jen stared at me with her big blue eyes.
"I'm not sure I know you anymore, Tom. Having sex with your own
daughter? Making babies? And you can sit there and say she's your wife
because nine tenths of the law is bullshit?"

"Well." I swallowed hard. "I was sort of thinking you were both kind
of my wife now."

"Excuse me?" Jen dipped her head the way she does when she just heard
something she couldn't believe.

"Ahhh..."

"Did you just say you were married to both of us?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "In a manner of speaking. Don't you think so?"

"No." She said, as if it were obvious.

"Look, the body I married is over there...In the bathtub, right?" Jen
nodded so I went on. "The woman I married, is here, in this little
body in front of me, right?"

"Yes." Jen nodded slowly.

"So really, I'm married to two people, you and Amanda. I mean it's the
only thing that makes sense. I love you, and Amanda too, obviously,
and I don't want to lose either of you. But...I have needs, Jen."

"Needs." She crossed her arms. "You mean sex."

"Yeah, sex and well...Being with you. That's a big one too, but I
can't be married to you the way you are, at least not outside this
house." I pointed out the obvious. "People will wonder."

"But..."

"Hold on." I nodded, because I was just getting started. Now Amanda is
28 years old and she has your body, think about that. All that girl
wants right now is sex. You programmed yourself for it, like spent
your life fine tuning that beautiful gorgeous sexy body of yours for
sex. Am I wrong?"

"Uhhh..." Jen looked down for a second, but she wasn't going to
dispute me.

"She's trying to understand what her new body is telling her, Jen and
it's telling her that she should have sex. Lots and lots of it so she
can have lots and lots of babies. You've seen her, I've fucked her,
Jen, believe me. The kids a fast learner and she's getting good at
it."

"Sooo..."

"So do you want her looking for sex someplace else? With strangers
like that cop? Maybe the mailman, or our neighbor George across the
street, he's been watching you for six years, jerking off behind his
curtains. Do you want him making babies in our little girl?"

"No." Jen shook her head. "So you think if Amanda is your wife
that...what? She's going to be happy being married? She'll 11 years
old, she's going to grow up, Tom. She's going to want her own
boyfriends, her own husband, not her daddy."

"Not if we teach her right." I smiled, thinking maybe I had a chance.

I'll admit my logic could have been flawed, but I was no rocket
scientist. I was a salesman, a real estate guy who made a pretty good
living closing the deals nobody else could. I was selling my ass of at
that kitchen table, let me tell you. I was seriously in love with my
wife's body. Or maybe I should say I was seriously in love with my
wife, and totally in lust with her body. I didn't know a whole lot of
guys who had celebrated their twelfth anniversary and still popped
hard when they saw their wives taking off a dress.

I did and that was as far as my logic needed to go.

"And just where does that leave me, Tom?" Jen asked, and it was a good
question. "I have needs too, you know. I don't want a boyfriend; I
don't want to look for another husband. I love you."

"I know." I said, and I loved her more than anything else in the
world, except maybe our daughter, and really that was a tie, because
those were two different kinds of love altogether.

"Am I going to have to sleep alone every night? Listening to you and
Amanda fuck?" Jen's eyes were bright and I realized I hadn't
appreciated how much this situation was affecting her. I'd been
focused more on Amanda, and she was coping just fine.

"I don't know." I sad, feeling less like a husband than like a daddy
right then, because Jen was 11 years old, like it or not. As much as I
loved fucking Amanda in my wife's body, I just wasn't sure I could
make love to my wife in the body of my own child.

"I need you, Tom..." Jen was getting up, opening her robe so I could
see she was wearing nothing underneath.

"I need you to love me, to touch me..." She was closer now, moving
slowly, her soft white body still damp and pink from her bath.

"I feel so lonely without you beside me..." She was touching me,
moving between my legs as I sat there, putting her body between my
thighs and pressing a small hand to my trousers, to my stirring cock.

"Inside me..." Jen whispered, leaning closer, putting a hand around my
neck and I couldn't breathe. My heart was pounding.

"I want you to fuck me..." Jennifer bit my ear gently, whispering
softly as she pressed her body to mine, inviting my arms to circle her
tiny body, to pull her closer.

"Take my cherry..." She sighed. "...Make me a woman, Tom...Make me
your wife again..."

And I was kissing her, my beautiful 11 year old daughter, no my
wife...Both of them somehow. She was so soft and warm and her mouth
was tiny as my tongue filled it. Jen sucked my tongue, moaning and
rubbing her flat chest against my shirt, her robe falling away so I
held her naked. I cupped her small round ass, lifting her to straddle
me in that kitchen chair and my cock ached beneath her preteen sex.

This was my wife, the Jen I knew and loved. She might have looked like
Amanda, but this seduction, the way she'd taken me so easily, turned
all of my fears and doubts aside, and that was her gift. She could do
whatever she wanted with me, anytime she felt like it, and I could
never get over how lucky I was that she loved me.

"Oh, God Jen...I love you, baby..." I moaned into her ear and she was
rocking against me, arching her back and trying to cum I think, just
from that. From dry humping her immature sex on my hidden cock.

"What'r you guys doin'?" My wife's...my daughter's voice, Amanda's
voice broke the moment and I let out the breath I was holding as Jen
collapsed against me, sighing with frustration.

"Uhhh..." I coughed. "Talking, Princess. Mommy and daddy were
just...talking..."

"Mommy's naked." Amanda giggled, and she wasn't much more than naked
herself, wrapped in a beach towel that barely covered her nipples as
it fell loosely.

"Yeah, ummm...Why don't you go look for some clothes, honey." I
suggested. "Find something pretty, okay?"

"Sure dad." Amanda nodded happily. "Did mommy tell you she put her
hand inside me? The whole thing too! It felt really goo..."

"Amanda!" My wife used her Mommy voice, which didn't sound all that
different coming from Amanda's adolescent lips. "Go get dressed. Now!"

"You put your hand..." I narrowed my eyes and tried to understand as
my wife turned red and looked down guiltily. "You fisted her?"

I stared at my wife not believing that could be right, but Amanda
wouldn't have made something like that up, and Jen...She looked guilty
as hell.

"Well, I was looking at myself...at Amanda, I mean, and I
started...touching..." she winced, "...her and then well, I sort of
went down on her."

"You went down on our daughter? Like...Ate her pussy?" I scratched my
head. "Are you turning lesbian on me?"

"No, Tom, come on." Jen rolled her eyes. "You know how much I like
myself and well, I just always wanted to...do that. Sorta."

"You always wanted to lick your own pussy?" I nodded. "Okaaaaay"

"Oh stop!" She giggled and slapped my chest. "What do you care, you
fucked her first."

"Yeah, and ten minutes ago it was the worst thing in the world." I
chuckled. "Well, well, well...So how was it?"

"It was good." Jen gave me an impish smile, her cheeks still red. "Uh,
really good."

"Good enough to try it again?" I asked, feeling my hard cock still
trapped almost painfully in my pants, and pressing against Jen's pert
little bottom.

"What?" Jen looked at me. "Oh...Oh! You mean, what? All three of us?"

"Sure, why not?" I grinned at her. "Obviously we're all doing it, and
I don't think we're going to stop, so..."

"No." Jen agreed. "I don't think I want to stop. It was too good." She
glanced up at me. "You're not mad?"

"Me?" I widened my eyes. "No, not at all. I'd kind of like to see you
and Amanda together. Didn't you ever want to try a threesome?"

"Ohhh..." Jen giggled. "Maybe, but I didn't think you'd want to see
another man fucking me."

"Mmm...I don't." I kissed her. "But Amanda isn't another man, is she?"

"No she isn't." My wife sighed. "But she is our daughter, Tom."

"And so we'll just love her all the more." I dug my fingers gently
into her hips, shifting so I could push my cock against her, letting
Jen know I was still horny.

"Yeah." She giggled, rolling her ass a little. "We're not bad people."

"Nope." I shook my head. "We're not bad; we're just stuck in a strange
situation. I think the normal rules don't count for us anymore."

"Uh-huh." Jen was kissing my neck, her arms tight around me as we
moved, just dry humping.

"I'd never think about touching my little girl." I sighed. "You know
that."

"Yeah, I know, Tom." Jen whispered, her lips moving against mine as
she stared into my eyes. "We both love her too much."

"Mmmm..." I moaned into my wife's little mouth as we kissed and it was
even better than before. "You're still beautiful Jen." I told her.
"You're so beautiful."

"Do you like my body?" Jen smiled at me, licking her lips and leaning
back.

She grabbed my hands so I'd hold her preteen body up as she leaned way
back for me, showing me her small breasts topped with hard pink
nipples, all puffy with excitement. Her taut belly, so flat and soft,
and her sex, spread wide just for me. I could see it pink and
glistening, her tiny lips tucked just inside her slit and her clit was
just a rumor, a little bump at the top.

"I love your body, Jen." I set my jaw, shaking my head in admiration.
"I never saw a girl this way, the way you look right now."

I pulled her back up; catching my wife's giggling body in my arms and
hugging her tight. I'd never in my life had a sexual thought about a
girl her age. Even as a teenage boy, maybe 15 years old, the girls I'd
been attracted to had been older. On the internet I'd occasionally
come across a picture, or a story featuring young girls, preteens like
Amanda, and I'd never even paid attention.

And I still wasn't interested. The only reason I was so excited right
then was because inside that nubile young body was my wife, not a
little girl, but a real woman. One that I knew intimately. One that I
loved completely and while I did see my daughter there, and that was
unavoidable, I could accept that. My daughter wasn't like other
children, not anymore, and the old rules simply didn't apply to us. I
was already fucking my daughter; my wife and I both were, so the next
step wasn't so far away.

It was definitely time to fuck my daughter's body.

"Do you want to do it right here?" I asked breathlessly. We'd been
kissing harder, for a sweet five minutes and I was afraid I was going
to cum in my pants if Jen kept humping my lap the way she was.

"On the table..." She laughed. "Fuck me on the kitchen table!"

"That's a hell of a place to lose your virginity." I chuckled,
squeezing her perfect ass, which was just the perfect size for my big
hands.

"I haven't been a virgin since I was 13, Tom." She looked at me, all
flushed and smiling. "You know that."

"Well this is gonna be some serious deja vu, baby." I kissed her and
stood up, picking her up with me. She was so small now, so light. I
could have fucked her just standing there holding her 11 year old ass
in my hands.

"Oh yeah knock all that stuff out of the way." Jen giggled as I did
just that, sending a bowl of fruit, an empty coffee cup, and some new
mail flying to the floor.

"Are you gonna fuck, Mommy?" Amanda asked, drawing our gaze.

"I sure am, Princess. Do you want to watch?" I asked her and my wife
laughed at me.

"Yeah! Can I?" Amanda was dressed nice too, wearing one of Jen's more
expensive dresses, a red sequined evening gown, and she must have had
a heck of a time zipping it up I thought. Until I realized she was
wearing it backwards, but the way it was put together, that didn't
make a whole lot of difference. In fact, now that I'm thinking about
it, having the zipper in front was kind of sexy.

"I can't believe we're doing this?" My wife said softly.

"What?" I looked down at her. "Having sex in the kitchen?"

"Letting her watch, Tom. It's her body...maybe we shouldn't..."

"It's okay Mommy." Amanda was close now, smiling as she looked at her
former self laying on the kitchen table. "I know it's not my body
anymore. It's yours!"

"Settles that, I guess." I chuckled as I undressed myself.

I knew Jen had just been worried that maybe the reason Amanda was
adjusting so well to her strange circumstances was that it was kind of
like a dream maybe. Jen thought that perhaps seeing her father make
love to her body, to herself, might wake Amanda up, in a manner of
speaking. That would definitely not be a good thing, of course.
Neither of us wanted to hurt Amanda in any way.

But I was more of the opinion that the reason Amanda was so happy was
simply that she was a child. She believed impossible things every day,
it was her job, to be a kid. She was telling the truth when she said
it was mommy's body I was going to make love to. Amanda had no doubts
about it. Jen was the one who'd had real trouble, precisely because
she wasn't a child anymore. At least my wife seemed to be getting over
it though.

I tossed my clothing aside carelessly, looking down at my wife as she
lay there on the kitchen table giggling up at me. Jesus, I thought,
all of 11 years old, with her blonde hair and blue eyes, soft white
skin. I couldn't believe I was so turned on looking at a little girl,
but it was her smile that did it, and the light in her eyes. That was
Jen laying there and my cock throbbed with the excitement of being
able to be her first, again. And that made me chuckle.

"Well, are you going to do something with that thing? Or just stand
there?" Jen's sweet voice teased me. She was playing with her breasts
and rubbing her thighs together.

"Yeah, Daddy," Amanda giggled, her bright green eyes shining. "I wanna
see it!"

"Why don't you show mommy how good you can suck my cock, Princess?" I
suggested, deciding I had to have a taste of my wife's virgin sex
before I took her hymen forever.

"Oh God..." Jen rolled her eyes. "You're such a tease!" She pulled her
nipples out, both of them, and it looked painful to me, but she just
smiled, licking her lips.

I bent over, not bothering to answer her because I knew she wouldn't
mind waiting a little longer, especially once she felt my mouth on
her. Jen loved getting head, maybe more than fucking, but maybe not.
It was a mood ting with her, but she wasn't going to complain, I knew
that much and her little girl pussy looked so ripe.

Amanda had to get down on the floor, under the table actually, but she
wasn't complaining either. Mommy couldn't see her daughter as Amanda
took half my cock into her hot warm mouth, but the sounds of her wet
slurping and lip smacking efforts filled Jen's ears I'm sure. I
groaned as I felt my daughter taking even more of me, moving her head
back ad forth and using her hands to play wit my balls, just like I
taught her the day before. Amanda was definitely her mother's
daughter.

"Ohhh shit, baby...that's nice...don't bump your head..." I warned
her, because the table did have a little lip hanging down.

And then I was too busy to really worry about Amanda, although her
sucking mouth on my cock certainly demanded my attention. I forced my
attention on the girl in front of me, spread out and inviting and
waiting impatiently for my kiss. I was bent over at the waist now and
that was perfect, if only a little uncomfortable, I'd probably feel it
later, but I could also have my wife walk on my back too...She was the
perfect size for that.

I reached for Jen's narrow hips, pulling her to the edge of the table
and she laughed as I kissed her tummy, looking up at her as I licked
her trembling skin. Just below my chin lay her soft plump pussy, all
pink and unspoiled and mine. I kissed her slowly, admiring how soft
she was, incredibly soft, and I could smell her recent bath, the soap
she used and then lower I began to scent her arousal, which surprised
me.

I hadn't appreciated that a girl of 11 could get excited, but the
truth was right there under my nose. Her preteen vagina looked
innocent enough, but as I kissed it I could feel the heat radiating
from Jen's sex and just inside her hairless slit I knew I would find
her wet with desire. My little girl, my wife, who hadn't even had her
first menstruation, I hadn't ever considered that she might be mature
in that way. But then I'd had erections for a year, even longer before
I'd ever been able to orgasm, so was it really so hard to believe?

Jen hissed between her teeth as I licked along her tight little slit,
barely a few inches long at the most, so tiny compared to any woman
I'd ever been with, and as my tongue split her folds I could finally
taste her innocence. It was like drinking cool water from a mountain
spring, something so pure and untouched, perhaps never even seen by
another person. It was like magic and I fairly shivered with just
those thoughts. I was the first, the very first and Jen would always
remember me as the one she'd given herself to.

I pushed my tongue deeper, using my hands to keep Jen's legs spread as
she tried to close them. She was rubbing her breasts in circles, just
those swollen nipples on her flat pale chest, rubbing them and moaning
softly while I flicked my tongue rapidly over her immature clit. It
was barely there, just a nub of flesh no bigger than a bit of
fingernail, but Jen could feel it and she was lifting her little butt
against me, begging for more.

Amanda was sucking my cock hard, getting better and better and she
took me into her throat several times in a row so that I finally had
to close my eyes and freeze, concentrating on nothing but not cumming
right then. The combination of licking my wife's virgin cunt and my
daughter's hungry mouth was very nearly too much for me to bear.

"Why don't..." I swallowed hard. "...why don't you come up here,
Princess." I managed to say. "You can watch me fuck your mom
now...okay?"

"Don't you wanna cum in my mouth again, Daddy?" Amanda asked sweetly
and I almost came right then.

"Next time." I promised, stepping back and blinking. "Next time,
baby."

I took a few minutes to get my bearings and Jen didn't mind, she'd
been cumming right then, which really amazed me. I wondered how many
fathers out there had no idea that their 11 year old daughters could
have an orgasm. And then I wondered how many 11 year olds actually had
the opportunity to orgasm, not man I imagined, and once again I was
struck by how fortunate this strange event really was for us.

Jen's experience and love of sex, combined with her new and still
maturing body...I almost hated to imagine what my life was going to be
like over the next twenty or thirty years. She'd wear me out! It was
like God knew what Jen liked best, namely self-improvement, and had
just given her a clean slate to work with. She could do whatever she
wanted with that body, starting right now, and I could have all the
kids I wanted with Amanda...It was heaven.

"Are you ready, Jen?" I asked her, watching as she turned hers soft
blue eyes on me.

I was between her legs, with my hard cock actually resting on her soft
round mound and stretching across her tiny tummy to her belly button.
y heavy cum filled balls fell down low, tickling my wife's wet pink
slit, and I tried to imagine putting all my penis inside her. Where
would it go? She couldn't possibly be big enough inside, but I was
determined to find out. We both were and Amanda was right there,
leaning on her elbows, staring at my cock as I pulled it back.

"Oh yeah...Break my cherry, Tom...I am sooooo ready..." Jen giggled
and we both knew this was going to be good.

The first time for any girl is probably scary, but especially for a
young girl. That had to be tough, and painful I imagined, especially
for a girl as small as Jen was taking a full grown man like myself.
But this wasn't my wife's first time and she knew what to expect. Jen
understood it was going to be a tight and painful fit, but that was
part of the thrill maybe, being hurt for love and more importantly
knowing it, instead of merely hoping. Jen wasn't into pain, so far as
I knew, but in this case she was going to enjoy being hurt.

I out the head of my cock at her pussy and I looked huge compared to
her. I seriously had second thought and Jen was reading my mind, or
maybe just the concern in my eyes.

"Do it, Tom...I want it, please..." She was nodding and smiling
softly. Jen knew what she was asking for.

"Do it daddy!" Amanda added helpfully. "Make a baby in mommy too!"

I blinked at that and looked at Jen, "You don't think...Maybe I should
get a condom, just in case..."

"I'll take my chances." Jen giggled up at me. "This time."

"Okay, baby." I grinned and we'd waited long enough by then, I figured
I was good for five minutes at least before I'd cum, maybe longer, but
looking at that tiny little preteen pussy under my cock I seriously
doubted it. Five minutes was probably optimistic.

I put my cockhead right there and started pushing slowly, holding the
shaft in my hand and feeling like I was pushing against a brick wall.

"Jesus, that's small, jen...Are you..."

"Push! Just...Push!" Jen squeezed her non-existent breasts hard, no
doubt missing the large perfectly formed tits that Amanda was now
playing with as she stared at us.

I pushed harder, wondering if I shouldn't go find some KY Jelly or
something to lube the girl up with, but she'd been plenty wet while I
ate her, and she hadn't been getting any drier in the meantime, so...

"Ughhh...Ohhh fuck!" I groaned as my cockhead squeezed inside Jen's
little cunt with a vague popping sensation.

I'd pierced the open, forcing Jen's slit to widen around me and she
gasped loudly, her body tensing as her soft muscles were stretched
tight around me. I could feel her hymen distinctly, it was right there
and already my penis was pushing against it. One good thrust and it
would rip apart and we both knew it.

I leaned down carefully, not wanting to force myself inside any more
than I had, which was just the head and nothing more. I put my
forearms on the table, gripping Jen's tiny shoulders from beneath and
I kissed her gently, staring into her eyes and we didn't say anything.
We just watched each other as I began pushing against that taut
barrier.

Jen's eyes were wide and her mouth opened, but she made now sound. I
could feel her fingers in my back, digging deep into my skin and I
thrust hard then, not deep, but hard enough to drive a few inches
inside and I felt her tiny sex being torn around me. She was so hot
and wet already, but I knew some of that wetness would be her blood
now. I was only four inches deep, at the most, and tears filled my
wife's eyes and she let out a muffled sob of pain as her face was
buried against my neck.

I kissed her cheeks and hair. I kissed her eyes just holding myself
there, not daring to move, even to withdraw, for fear of causing her
more pain. I'd taken her virginity, broken her innocence and there was
only one thing left to do, one little thing to consummate our new
relationship as man and wife, because it did seem very new and
different just then. I was going to cum inside her, and feel my
darling little girl, my daughter-wife cum with me.

"I can't see anything!" Amanda protested and I smiled, but I didn't
laugh.

I just pushed again, kissing my wife's mouth now, her little preteen
tongue wriggling against mine even as she moaned with pain. It was
hurting her terribly, I thought, but she wanted it. And there was
pleasure there too, underneath, the joy of giving herself that only a
woman can understand. A child never could and that was the difference,
which was what made it good for Jen.

We fucked slowly at first, my cock driving just a few inches and then
I'd pull back, sliding in and out of Jen's pussy more easily as she
grew used to it. Her sex was weakening, the muscles growing wearing of
resisting me, and that made it better for both of us. Soon enough I
was going deeper and deeper until without even realizing it my cock
was completely inside her.

"Are you okay?" I asked Jen, feeling my cockhead nudge what could only
be the very bottom of her sex.

"It hurts." She grimaced with pain. "A lot."

"I'm sorry." I kissed her trembling lips. "Do you want to stop?"

"No..." She forced herself to smile. "I want to feel you cum, that's
all. Just...Cum inside me."

I knew she wanted it, wanted to feel it, but I think it hurt her more
than she expected. Time has a way of making pain grow smaller and she
probably didn't remember it being this bad, and maybe it hadn't been.
But right then it was obvious that she was hurting and I fucked her
slowly, kissing her and telling her how much I loved her and it wasn't
going to be long anyway. Her pussy was so tight it was unbelievable,
and hot, and I was going to cum quick.

"Here...it cums...Jen..." I moaned softly, resisting the almost
overwhelming urge to drive my cock home, to fuck her hard at the end
because that always felt best. Instead it was a long buildup, the
pressure seeming to rise until it was unbearable and with a gasp I
felt my cock exploding with a rush of semen pumping deep into Jen's 11
year old womb.

"Ohhhhh...yesss...." Jen nodded, breathing hard and finally letting
herself relax as she felt my cock spasm within her clasping sex. It
was what she wanted, what she'd been waiting for, just that, to feel
her husband cumming inside her freshly wounded body.

"Are you doing it, Daddy? Is he making a baby now, Mommy?" Amanda was
frowning at us, moving her head to one side and then the other as if
she might see something, but Jen and I were close together.

"Maybe." I sighed, kissing my wife.

"I hope not." Jen giggled and then winced. "I think we'll wait awhile
before we do this again."

"Yeah, we can wait." I smiled at her. "We have the rest of our lives,
Jen."

And besides, I thought, I still had to keep my promise to Amanda and
give my daughter all those babies she wanted. That would keep me
plenty busy until Jen got over the pain and soreness she'd be feeling
for the next few days at least.

Yep, I decided, this whole switching business might have been a little
confusing at first, but a guy could definitely get used to it.



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End of Mommy Misplaced Chapter 6
End of Mommy Misplaced

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