Mommy Misplaced
Book One - Chapter Three
Jennifer had brought her 11-year-old body to orgasm three times before she'd finally had enough. She was still fully clothed but for her tights, which were stretched half-way down her thighs. Her satin dress had been bunched up around her waist to give the woman better access to her hungry preteen sex. She wouldn't have believed a girl so young could cum so hard, or so quickly, but she had. Exhausted with euphoria, Jennifer fell asleep happy in the knowledge that she'd passed along more to her daughter than just an abundance of natural beauty.
Meanwhile, Amanda continued to enjoy secret pleasures of her own, but she didn't feel particularly tired. If anything she felt more awake than she ever had in her young life, except for Christmas mornings. Maybe. But this was even better than Christmas because she could do it everyday if she wanted. Playing with her hard, swollen nipples was almost intoxicating, the way they seemed to throb and burn, growing increasingly sensitive with every rapid beat of her heart. The pleasure she found as she fingered her greedy sex was even better than that. In fact, it felt like her entire body conspired to eagerly to feed the child's insatiable thirst for orgasm. Wherever Amanda touched herself, even in the unlikeliest places, the sensations would make her gasp and moan and cry out as her body shook with delight.
That's how the girl had ended up on her knees. With her pretty face buried in the pillows, her heart-shaped ass raised high as she reached up from beneath, Amanda massaged her dripping pussy like there was no tomorrow. And that lingering, lurking shadow of doubt was precisely what the little girl feared. She could go to sleep that night and wake up the next morning back inside her immature body, and that wouldn't be any fun at all. Even if she had felt tired, she would have fought it desperately. Amanda wanted to experience as much as she could while she could, exploring every inch of her mother's borrowed body with reckless abandon.
"Mmmm…There's my sexy wife," Tom's husky voice surprised Amanda.
She'd been so busy playing with herself that she hadn't heard a thing. Not his car pulling into the driveway, not the front door opening, or even his heavy footsteps on the stairs. She was right in the middle of another orgasm anyway, so she could barely think of what to say or do for a few precious seconds and that was all the time her father needed.
"Fuck, you're so hot like that!" Tom Hewitt eyed his wife's gorgeous ass as she knelt on the bed, but he wasn't wasting time either.
They enjoyed a pretty good sex life and getting a quickie during Tom's lunch hour wasn't unheard of. Jennifer was always ready, or so it seemed, and the man counted his blessings, which were many. She was beautiful and sexy and fun as hell to be with, and now, Tom thought with a grin, she was even reading his mind. He dropped his pants quickly after kicking off his shoes, but he didn't bother with his socks or shirt. He didn't even loosen his tie as he climbed onto the bed.
"Here we go baby…Ohhh shit! You're soaked, Jen!" Tom laughed as he knelt behind his wife, pulling her thong aside without really noticing it was on backwards. Amanda had pretty much pushed and pulled and twisted it out of shape during her frantic masturbation anyway.
Amanda was panting into the pillow, her face burning along with the rest of her body. She was barely aware of what was happening until she felt something big and blunt and stiff across her fingers, nudging them out of the way so that whatever it was could find her pussy. Her dazed mind was just starting to come down from her best, most recent orgasm. Her flushed body shivered as Amanda lifted her head slightly, just enough to look over her shoulder at the handsome, dream-like apparition of her own daddy. The shock of being caught like that, the guilt of playing with her mother's body, cut through the delirious fog like a knife. The girl gasped with her blue eyes big as saucers when she realized he wasn't wearing any pants!
What was he doing?! Amanda asked herself, sensing the answer rather more than knowing it for certain. Daddy couldn't really be doing what she thought he was, could he? He was her father, the man who'd helped make her just a dozen years before! Her feverish mind protested the way he was seeing her, naked and vulnerable, still helplessly rubbing her quivering sex as another orgasm threatened to overwhelm her completely. But even so, despite her wanton physical joy, the tiny voice of reason was telling the child that he shouldn't be touching her like that. No father should ever touch his own little girl the way Daddy was touching her!
She could feel him now, so close, just behind her so that the soft hair on his thighs tickled her own creamy flesh. One of his big, strong hands found her hip, squeezing the pliant curve and holding her steady. His other hand was busy guiding the blunt head of his penis along the well-oiled mouth of her sex. Up and down it moved, replacing Amanda's fingers and making the excited walls of her vagina spasm with anticipation. This was so wrong, the fifth grader thought to herself, so totally bad to be feeling her father's thingy against her private parts. She should scream, or run, or...Something!
But she couldn't. She wouldn't. Another voice, a much louder and more insistent part of her simply didn't care if he was her daddy or not. And maybe it was even better that he was her father, the urgent voice told Amanda in that split second of time when she actually might have had a choice. She loved Daddy more than anyone else in the world, and she knew he loved her as well. Let him prove it, the voice whispered, let Daddy show you how much he loves you and then you can show him too! Amanda tried to say no, but she was too far gone, too inexperienced and immature to deal with the conflict between her body and mind.
"D-Daddy?" she asked, like she couldn't believe it was really him. She'd meant to stop him somehow, maybe, but all that came out was that one word.
"Yeah, baby…" Tom grinned as he lined up his cock. He thrust forward quickly, spearing his wife's wet and ready hole with his swollen erection. "Ugh! Daddy's home!"
"No…Noooo…Ohhhhh!!" Amanda moaned loudly as her pussy was stretched suddenly, but not painfully at all. Her father pushed deep with only a slight pinch that the girl barely noticed. Her body ached to be filled and Jennifer had taken her husband's generous cock countless times before.
But Mommy wasn't home and Amanda jerked with a sharp yelp of surprise when she felt the taut muscles of her vagina giving way with feigned reluctance. Her sex welcomed the penetration with hot, mind-numbing contractions of pure pleasure. The buttery fire between her legs seemed to mold itself around her father, gripping the fat shaft of his iron prick and pulling him deeper. Nothing that was happening required any thought or conscious effort on the part of Amanda, her 28-year-old body knew exactly what to do and the little girl was merely along for the ride.
"How'd you know I was coming home?" Tom wondered, taking his wife's firm round hips in both hands and pulling her back as he pushed forward.
They both grunted with the effort as his erection sank fully into Amanda's cunt, all eight inches of it reaching for her fertile womb. The sensation of being stuffed so completely arched the girl's back as she pushed herself instinctively against the pressure. She moaned with delight and quickly forgot all about the doubts she'd had a moment before. Daddy was loving her now, Amanda decided, and she didn't care if it was bad or not, because it felt like nothing her innocent mind could have imagined. Playing with herself had been good, really good, but it couldn't compare to this! Nothing could.
"Feels good, huh Jen?" Tom knew his wife loved getting it doggy style. There was just something about the way his cock moved when he was behind her that drove the woman crazy.
Amanda tried to find the words, but all she could do was gasp and groan in response. Her Daddy's thing, which she hadn't even seen yet, must be huge, the girl thought. She felt like he was halfway into her tummy, but it felt so wonderful like that. Every time her butt slapped his pelvis with a hollow whump, she got an electric jolt that made her whole body jerk. He was touching something down there, kissing some deeply hidden part of her body that Amanda's fingers hadn't been able to reach. All she could do was dig her fingers into the sheets and let her Daddy move her body with his hands, pulling her ass back to meet his hard thrusts over and over again.
Of course, the knowledge that it was her own father fucking her proved way too much for the 11-year-old trapped inside. Especially since he seemed to know it was her and not Amanda's mom he was making love to. He'd said he was her daddy and he didn't care? Why had she been so worried before? He did love her! Daddy really was the smartest man in the world, the most handsome one too, and he knew everything! Mommy must have called him, she thought, and given Daddy the big news. He'd rushed right home too, but not to fix anything; he wanted to love her! Amanda started cumming again as those dizzying thoughts swirled around inside her pretty head, a hot flood of girl juice spilling around Tom's swollen cock to run down the girl's smooth thighs.
"Here…Get up a little," Tom said breathlessly, sliding his hands under his wife's body so he could reach her tits. "Let me play with these for awhile. Jesus! You're wet today, huh?"
Amanda did exactly as she was told, like she didn't really have a will of her own at all. Part of her thought she should say something, to tell Daddy how wrong this was, but every time she opened her mouth the only thing that would come out was a shrill cry of ecstasy. And then the girl would forget all about saying anything, because her pussy would start to spasm uncontrollably, contracting around her Daddy's cock like a velvet fist.
"Damn…I'm gonna cum soon, baby…Fuck…" Tom panted after only a few minutes. His body had grown damp as he fucked his wife hard, driving his cock in and out of her pussy like a jackhammer.
Jen had always been a great fuck and she could cum on a dime, as he liked to say, but she really seemed to be getting off today! Every orgasm she had brought him that much closer to losing control. Her cunt felt like a warm, sucking mouth as the delicate walls of her sex nursed on his prick. Even after a dozen years, even after giving him a beautiful daughter, Jennifer still felt amazing inside. And her body! Christ! He swore he'd never again complain about all the money his wife spent at that fitness club of hers.
As his fingers moved up her stomach, Tom could admire the firm muscles beneath her flushed skin. The woman felt so strong, but entirely feminine as well. With every deep spasm of her sex, Jen's tummy muscles would flex with the effort, revealing a sexy six-pack, for lack of a better term. She could have been a fitness model, he thought, but her tits were too big for it probably. They were too perfect as his hands moved higher to cup her heavy breasts and thumb the plump, pointed nipples aimed at the bed. That peek-a-boo bra was perfect. Tom loved playing with his wife's nipples, pinching them between his middle and ring fingers while he pulled her tits upward against the woman's jerking body. They were serious go buttons, he knew that, and Jen responded to the pleasure like a mare in heat. He rode his wife hard that way, like a cowboy as she bucked wildly beneath him.
"I'm gonna…I gotta pull out soon! Oh shit! Fuck it, Jen! Fuck Daddy's cock, baby!" Tom could feel his cum rising, his balls starting to tighten and his entire body knotting up with the effort to hold back. Jen didn't use birth control, all they used was condoms and he'd been much too eager for Jen's hot body to waste time getting one out of the nightstand.
"Ohhh…God! Daddddy…Ohhhh…" Amanda loved having her boobs played with like that.
It felt so much better having someone else do it and the huge thingy moving inside her pussy drove the poor girl mad with lust. She wanted more, as crazy as it seemed, she wanted him deeper and Daddy's hands tugging on her breasts only reinforced her desire. Amanda threw herself against him, pushing her ass backwards to meet his thrusts. It was awkward and they occasionally lost the rhythm, but that only made it better somehow. His erection never came close to slipping out of her hungry hole and when it stayed deep for more than a second, Amanda would roll her hips and grind her pussy around his penis with a low, breathless groan of delight.
Daddy was groaning too, breathlessly trying to warn his wife that he was going to cum any second. He mentioned something about not wearing a condom and asked if she was sure she didn't want him to pull out. Amanda almost giggled at the idea. None of it made very much sense and she could barely sort out his words anyway. She didn't care what happened as long as her daddy never stopped loving her. She didn't care if he made a thousand babies inside her, just so he didn't stop moving his big, hard, wonderful dick thingy in and out of her pussy. She was going to cum again too, but Daddy didn't hear her complaining about it, did he?
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Across the hall, Jennifer was roused from her short nap by sounds she couldn't identify at first. The king-sized bed in the master bedroom was squeaking loudly and her first thought was that Amanda was jumping on it again, trying to break it completely. But she could also hear her own voice rising and falling, the words muffled and lost in the cacophony. Well, it was her daughter's voice now, but Jen was pretty sure she knew what the girl was up to. The low moans punctuated by high pitched yelps of pleasure were only too familiar after so many years of making those same sounds herself. And then, just as Jennifer opened her door and stepped into the hallway, she heard her husband's unmistakable voice, telling Jen to fuck her daddy's cock.
That didn't make a whole lot of sense, since she was standing right there and not in her own bed at all. So that must mean… Jennifer's eyes went wide with shock and her mouth opened to the silent exclamation of a single word. Amanda!
Her husband must be fucking Amanda and Jen found that concept so utterly alien that she had to take a few precious seconds to understand it completely. He couldn't be doing that, Amanda was his own daughter! Tom loved her and he'd never, ever do anything like that, Jen was certain. But now he was and, oh…Jennifer looked down at her body. Her daughter's immature form still dressed nicely in a pink satin dress and white tights and ankle boots. The dress was wrinkled and her tights somewhat damp with preteen pussy juice, her confused mind noted, but that wasn't the point...Tom was fucking his own daughter!
He had his cock inside Amanda, but he must have thought she was his wife, Jennifer. But why would he think that? As soon as he got home she must have told him everything. Tom should have come to their daughter's bedroom and woken up his wife. He'd be confused, certainly, and determined to discover the truth. He was a good man, a wonderful husband and loving father. He couldn't possibly have ignored the oddity of Amanda's story, unless...Jennifer narrowed her eyes. Unless Amanda hadn't bothered to tell her daddy what was going on!
"Why that sneaky little slut!" she whispered under her breath.
The girl hadn't said a word, Jennifer was sure, because if she had Tom would have wanted to see his wife, meaning his daughter, just to make sure Jen wasn't cracking up. But Tom hadn't come into Amanda's room, he hadn't woken up Jennifer and demanded an explanation. All he'd done was find his sexy wife in bed and...Jennifer smiled despite herself, she knew well enough what Tom liked to do when he came home for lunch!
So it wasn't her husband's fault, Jen decided, it was all on her daughter, Amanda, who was getting the first fuck of her young life. Well, she sighed inwardly, at least her daughter would be getting a good one. Tom had a great cock and he knew how to use it. Thankfully, her husband would never make love to her without a condom. He knew Jennifer didn't want another child and she'd been trying to talk him into a vasectomy for a long time. He was reluctant, however, and occasionally tried to convince Jen that another addition to the family would be a good thing. It had been an ongoing debate, but one Jen would eventually win. It was her body, after all, and Tom did love and respect her dearly. So he was careful to be obey the rules…usually.
Jen's head jerked up as she thought about those few times when Tom didn't wear a condom. If they were in too much of a rush, which still happened after nearly 12 years of marriage, or if they found the nightstand empty, he'd pull out, sure. But only at the very last possible second and it usually took a couple reminders from Jen to keep his mind focused. Tom liked to cut it close, that was a fact, and perhaps Jen didn't mind as much as she pretended, but she much preferred hot semen spraying across her tits rather than into her womb.
What did Amanda know about birth control? Jen had explained the birds and the bees, but had she mentioned the importance of protecting her eggs? The girl was only in 5th grade. She wasn't even menstruating yet! Who wants to try and explain condoms to a little girl? There would be time enough for that later, Jen had thought, but now she very much regretted that decision. Amanda knew where babies come from and she'd certainly discovered how good her adult body could feel. What if she didn't care, or worse…What if she actually wanted to make a baby with her Daddy?
In any event, she realized, it would be entirely unfair to place the responsibility on such innocent shoulders. Only Tom's good judgment stood between his potent sperm and their daughter's fertile eggs. What?
"Oh God," Jen breathed. "Please..."
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Jen opened the door and quickly stepped into the bedroom, staring at a scene she really hadn't wanted to imagine, but was now confronted with. Her own husband kneeling behind his wife, but thrusting his cock into his own daughter's receptive pussy without realizing it. And the girl, Jennifer's innocent angel, was just as obviously pushing herself onto her father's erection like a five dollar whore looking for a ten dollar tip. Knowing what she'd find had been bad enough, but to witness their incestuous union in the flesh hit Jennifer hard. Her tiny feet came to a dead stop. She was frozen with her eyes wide and mouth open, her fingers curled into useless fists at her sides. Perhaps the most disturbing thing of all wasn't the sex, but actually seeing herself, the body she'd called her own for 28 years, making love to the man she'd married.
"I…I gotta pull out, baby! I'm gonna cum," Tom groaned, but he made no effort to make good on his intentions. With his eyes closed and wearing a mask of pleasure, he let go of his wife's tits and grabbed her shoulders instead. He pulled her against his hips, bending his back and driving his cock balls deep again and again.
"Nooo…Daddy! Don't stop! Don't take it out yet," Amanda moaned, turning her head to look at her father, to beg him not to tease her that way. That's when she caught sight of her mother standing in the open doorway. "Mommy?" She stared at Jennifer, her body suddenly stiff as a statue.
"Wha…?" Tom held himself buried to the hilt inside his wife's pussy. His grip on Amanda's shoulders tightened as he pulled upward, wanting to kiss her on the brink of that wondrous moment. His arms went around her as they knelt upright together, her back against his chest even as her cunt collapsed one last time in ecstasy. He opened his eyes and then turned to see what his wife was looking at.
"Amanda?" He blinked at the little girl, then gasped loudly as his cock jerked inside his wife's pussy. Nothing could stop it, not even the unexpected presence of his innocent daughter.
He could only hope Amanda wouldn't be too traumatized by what she was witnessing and among the whimsical thoughts that cloud a man's mind at the moment of truth, that was the one that worried him most. Jen being pissed because he hadn't worn a condom came in a close second. He'd probably end up sleeping on the couch for a month, but Jesus! It felt good to dump his load inside her for a change! And maybe, just maybe, one of those little swimmers would find the bull's eye and...Can you say fait accompli? He had to smile at the thought, among other, more obvious reasons.
"No!" Jennifer suddenly regained her senses as she realized what that silly grin on her husband's face meant. "No, don't cum inside me!" She practically leaped the few feet that separated her from the bed. Jen grabbed her husband by the waist, digging her small fingers into his damp, hot flesh and tried desperately to pull him away.
Tom stared at his daughter, not really hearing what she was saying. His mind, so intently focused on the uniquely pleasurable sensation of emptying his balls, couldn't quite comprehend that his daughter was trying to stop him. She must have thought he was hurting Mommy, Tom thought. Lovemaking can surely appear somewhat violent, even brutal to the uninitiated and his little Princess couldn't possibly understand what she was seeing. He knew Jen had talked to her about sex, but they'd always been careful to shelter the child from anything remotely explicit.
"How come you're not in school?" he finally managed to ask, his voice breaking as his cock continued to spurt merrily away deep in his wife's clasping cunt.
If anything, the effort of trying to speak normally to his daughter in such a situation was only making it better for some reason. He let Jennifer go, naturally, letting his wife collapse face first onto the pillows again, but he wasn't going to pull out of the woman. He didn't get to cum inside her very often, for one thing, and for another Tom didn't want to expose Amanda to the sight of his wet, excited penis pulling free of her mother's clasping vagina. That would undoubtedly make a bad situation worse, in his opinion, and any second now he expected Jen to come to her senses. She wasn't going to be very happy once she realized what that hot, creamy feeling deep between her thighs meant.
Amanda was lost to it completely, however. As soon as she'd seen her mother standing there, the girl had suffered her best and biggest orgasm yet, finding herself suddenly wracked with guilt and humiliation at being discovered with her own father. Or perhaps it was the sudden sensation of Daddy's thing seeming to swell even larger and then exploding with a rush of incestuous semen that struck the pillow of her cervix like a buttery kiss. She could feel it spreading through her womb, filling the deepest recesses of her sex with a distinct and comfortable warmth.
"Get off of her!" Jennifer was practically screaming and as she tugged against her husband it finally seemed to rouse the man from his stupor.
"Oh shit!" He pulled his cock out quickly, practically falling off the bed as he lost his balance and Jennifer had to sidestep quickly for fear of being squashed. Her husband was now a lot bigger than she was, after all.
"Ohhhmmm…Daddy…Don't…" Amanda moaned, but she was on Cloud Nine anyway. Her body shook like a leaf and she instinctively brought her hands between her legs, unhappy with the sudden emptiness she felt.
"And you be quiet!" Jennifer snapped, glancing down at her daughter even as her husband tried to cover himself and his wife with twisted, sweat stained sheets. His desire to protect Amanda from her parents' post-coital nudity demanded he do something, but he was only partly successful. The bed was so hopelessly askew that he only succeeded in covering his legs up to the knees.
"Princess, you, uh…you should knock first," he panted, fumbling around and trying to avoid his daughter's gaze. "Mommy and Daddy were just, uh…"
"Fucking," Jennifer spat. "Yeah, I could tell." She crossed her arms over her flat chest. She watched as Tom's jaw dropped and his eyes narrowed as shock turned to anger.
"Now, just a moment, young lady…" he started, but she cut him off.
"Only that wasn't me you were fucking, Tom." Jen shook her pretty blonde head. "That's you're daughter." She regained some composure, her voice softening as she reminded herself that it wasn't really her husband's fault.
"What?" Tom stared at his little girl and thought he was beginning to understand why she wasn't in school.
"I'm your wife," Amanda was saying. "And that's Amanda now. We got switched somehow, our brains or something, and…"
"I see," he said slowly, nodding his head. "Uh-huh. Your brains got switched."
"I've been trying to figure it out," Jen sighed. "I called Dr. Pierce, twice…"
"And uh, what did, um…What did she say?" Tom asked reasonably, glancing at Jennifer who was still face down on the bed.
She may have been trying to hide her embarrassment from Amanda, but that didn't stop Jen massaging her puffy sex. The juices dripped out between her fingers, her multiple orgasms and his one big climax combined into a pungent mixture of raw, well-spent lust. Tom untwisted the sheet and covered his wife from the waist down, praying their daughter hadn't noticed.
"She didn't believe me!" Jen suddenly burst into tears and wrapped her arms around her husband, burying her face against his chest. "She thought I was crazy!"
"Uh, well…Dear, I could see how…" Tom hugged his daughter tentatively, feeling very confused and more than a little concerned.
"I tried calling you too, but your secretary said you were gone and then I just had to lie down," Jennifer sobbed, her little girl voice cracking and her small body trembling.
"I see. Sure. Let's go lie down some more, okay, Amanda? And…"
"I'm not Amanda!" She pushed herself back, staring into her husband's face. "I told you that! I'm Jennifer! I'm your wife!"
"Right. Jennifer." He licked his lips. "Yeah, okay…um…Why don't you rest and let me call Dr. Pierce, alright? We'll get this all sorted out."
"You believe me, Tom. Right?" Jen swallowed thickly, her bright blue eyes floating in tears as they searched her husband's face.
"Well, sure, Jen. Of course I believe you." He tried to give her a reassuring smile. "You're my wife."
"I knew you would." She let out the breath she was holding and hugged her husband again, feeling all of her anger and frustration melting away in his strong arms. He'd straighten it out, the woman thought, he'd make everything right again.
Tom managed to get his daughter into her own bedroom, wrapping himself in a sheet and guiding the little girl gently with his hand on her back. Amanda must be having a breakdown of some kind, he thought to himself. He wondered if he'd put too much stress on her to do well at school. Maybe he hadn't given her enough attention. He'd been spending too many hours in the office, coming home late to find his daughter waiting impatiently.
Other worries filled his mind too, although he did his best to shut them out. Thoughts of drugs especially. His little girl wouldn't do anything like that, he was sure. But maybe she'd taken something without knowing it, so many pills look like candy these days. Tom's mind went in circles, trying to find a reason for his daughter's delusions as he got her into bed.
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Amanda had finally stopped cumming, mostly anyway; that last one had been awesome! At least she could listen to her parents talking before they went to her room. She didn't like the way her mother sounded at all. Mommy wasn't happy being Amanda and she wanted things to go back the way they'd been before. That was bad news for Amanda, who was enjoying her new body more and more. Especially now that she'd had real sex!
At first it had scared her, especially since her own Daddy had been the one doing it, but then it felt so good that Amanda had forgotten all about that little detail. Her new body hadn't cared at all, so why should she? She was a woman now. She was her father's wife, sort of, so why shouldn't she have sex? Especially with him! She was big now, Amanda thought, she could do whatever she wanted. Wasn't that what Mommy always said? "When you grow up, you can do whatever you want." And right now Amanda wanted more sex!
But not if her mother had anything to say about it. That was the bad news because Amanda's mom could be pretty strict when she wanted to be. Her dad was easy; he always gave in when his daughter really wanted something, but not Mommy. Amanda had a pretty good hunch her mom could probably convince her daddy that they had to switch back. She wasn't sure how they would do that, but her father could fix anything. So the little girl frowned and thought hard as she fingered her well-used pussy, rather enjoying the mess Daddy had left behind. She had to convince him not to change them back, at least not for a little while. Amanda still had a lot of fun ahead of her! Too much fun to let her mom spoil it.
The preteen girl wondered if Daddy had made a baby in her tummy. He'd sure put his wiener thingy inside her deep, Amanda thought with a happy sigh. That had felt really good, especially when his sperm stuff came out. That had been the best and Amanda couldn't believe how much of it there was! Even though she'd practically been scooping the gooey stuff out with her fingers for five minutes, there was still a lot more inside her. It felt warm too, sort of milkish and slippery as she rubbed it around her pussy. Daddy's cum stuff might have seemed kind of gross too, but she didn't think so. That's where babies come from! So how could it be gross?
Amanda examined the cum on her fingers, knowing it wasn't just Daddy's sperm, but some of hers as well. She brought a large dollop close to her nose and decided that it didn't really smell very bad at all. She had the urge to taste it too, sort of like the weird urge she had to bite her toenail clippings, which she'd never told anyone about in her life. Amanda decided she wouldn't tell anyone about this either as she brought her fingers to her mouth, taking a tentative lick at first and finding the flavor not entirely unpleasant, pushed her fingers into her mouth completely, sucking them like odd shaped lollipops. The cum tasted sort of bitter-sweet, maybe a little sour, and just a little salty too.
"Mmmm…" Amanda smiled, sucking and swallowing the juice from her fingers and then bringing her hand back down to her pussy for more. The preteen just wished it wasn't so slimy when she swallowed it, but even that wasn't bad after awhile. Once she got used to it, she decided the slimy part made it even better somehow. It was the same stuff that had made her anyway, which really seemed funny.
"That's pretty good," she said to herself, giggling happily as she pushed three fingers into her hole. They came back out dripping with cum. "Daddy's sperm…Mmmmm."
She wondered what her parents were doing. Probably talking, Amanda thought, but they'd been gone a long time. Ten minutes at least, and that seemed like forever to a little girl who wanted to fuck some more. Cleaning her sloppy pussy and sucking the cream off her fingers had kept her on the edge. The fires of lust were still smoldering in her tummy, but her heart burned for something more than just sex. If her father hadn't planted a baby in her belly already, Amanda was determined that he soon would. She wanted to experience everything as soon as possible because she wouldn't be Mommy forever, would she? Probably not. And besides, she'd always wanted a little sister, or even a baby brother, but a sister would be better. If she switched back with her mom, Amanda knew that would never happen.
That thought brought some doubt into the girl's mind, like maybe they were taking so long because Daddy was fixing the problem. Maybe he'd listened to his wife, nodded his head and snapped his fingers. "I know just what to do!" Amanda imagined her father saying. That would be really bad, the girl thought, so Amanda decided she'd better go see what was going on!
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"Did you bump your head? Fall down maybe or take some medicine that you shouldn't have?" Tom asked his wife. She lay on the bed, hugging her daughter's teddy bear while he stroked her thigh.
She was still dressed, wearing that same beautiful dress and white tights and black boots, and Jennifer enjoyed the way her husband's hand moved across her body. He was a big man, not fat or anything like that, just large and healthy like a man should be. Over six feet tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, Tom looked more like an athlete than a real estate agent. He had natural good looks, warm brown eyes and a generous smile that people found genuine. He'd done well selling real estate, very well, and he provided a good life for his family. Jennifer loved him a great deal and whenever something had her depressed, she could always turn to Tom and find solace in his tender arms.
"No, nothing like that," she quietly replied. "I just woke up like this. I don't know how or why or anything."
She gazed up at her husband, licking her lips and remembering how he'd looked making love to her body. It had seemed like watching herself on video, but quite different from that, obviously. She'd already forgiven him for having sex with Amanda, that had been her daughter's fault, not his. Unfairly or not, Amanda was on Mommy's unhappy list now. But still, she found the memory exciting in some perverse way and Jennifer felt butterflies rising in her tummy. Her young body was learning quickly, responding to Jen's emotional desires just like it was supposed to. Without a word, she moved a hand down, putting it on top of her husband's so she could guide his fingers a little higher.
"How about, uh…" Tom had a hard time accepting what his daughter was telling him. Common sense and the concern it engendered made conversation difficult because he didn't want to slip up again. Every time he called his daughter 'Amanda' she got angry and that frightened him even more than her delusions. He didn't know anything about schizophrenia, but that was the word that kept popping into his brain. What if his Princess got violent? What if she started hurting herself? He had to tread carefully, he decided, and at least appear to play along.
"How about Amanda? What, um..." he cleared his throat. "What did she say about it?"
"Amanda?" Jennifer laughed ruefully. "She loves it. She's a big girl now. She wants to drive to the mall, get a boyfriend, make babies and…" Jennifer stared at her husband, squeezing his hand tightly. "You came inside her, didn't you?"
"I wish you wouldn't talk like that," he sighed. "What we did was…"
"She's your daughter, Tom!" Jennifer almost screamed. "And that's my body! I don't want another baby, you know that! How could you?" She let go of her husband's hand and rolled over, giving the man her back as she hugged the stuffed toy tightly.
Tom rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. His daughter was losing her mind, that was the only possible explanation. He reached out as if to touch her shoulder, but drew away in frustration. Amanda could be just like her mother when she got mad, turning away from him and sulking. Tom hated that, especially the silent treatment, which seemed to be his wife's favorite form of punishment. Now Amanda had learned it too, he thought.
"Great," he muttered, loud enough so the girl would know he was unhappy.
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"Is everything okay?" Amanda opened the door, peering into her bedroom. She hadn't bothered covering herself up, the girl liked her new body a lot and didn't see any real reason to be shy with it. She'd merely fixed her leopard print g-string and pulled her peek-a-boo bra into the right position.
Tom looked at his wife and shrugged, half-wishing she'd at least put on a bathrobe, but rather glad she hadn't too. Jennifer did love to show off her amazing body, but she was usually a bit more restrained around their daughter. He didn't say anything, however; he just stood and walked across the room, slipping into the hallway and closing the door so they could talk privately.
"Amanda says she's you," Tom said seriously, but it was hard not to smile just because it sounded funny saying it.
"Really?" Amanda pursed her lips, trying to imagine what her mom might say in a situation like that.
"Yeah. She didn't say anything to you?" The man looked at his wife, feeling his cock stirring as he could still smell their recent lovemaking. And seeing her standing there like that…Tom's heart picked up speed. She looked like a porn star or something, which seemed a bit different for her, but very sexy too. He liked that look a lot.
"Just, um...she didn't feel good this morning." Amanda swallowed hard knowing that once she'd started lying there was no going back, but the girl just couldn't give up her mom's body yet. "I told her to stay home and get some rest."
Amanda thought she was doing a pretty good impression of her mom. Having her body helped a lot though, especially since her swollen nipples were poking through the holes in that sexy red bra. Her Daddy didn't seem to be paying attention to much else, except maybe the juices glistening on the insides of her long, toned legs. And the way her tummy was tight and flat, her hips so nice and round. Amanda almost giggled as she scratched her unkempt blonde hair and gave Daddy her sparkling blue eyes. She was so used to looking up at him all the time, but now she was tall and would only have to stand tip-toe to kiss her father's handsome face.
"Maybe I should call the doctor and…" Tom could feel his wife's sexuality tugging at him.
He was naked under the sheet and she wore nothing but lingerie. He could push her against the wall and take her right there. They'd done it before and Jen wouldn't say no, her eyes told him that, her whole posture suggested that he throw her down and fuck her on the carpet. But their daughter was sick. He couldn't ignore that and neither should Jennifer...What had gotten into his wife?
"Oh, she hates doctors!" Amanda said, shaking her head. "Maybe it's just a fever thingy."
"A fever thingy?" Tom looked at his wife and laughed. "Now you sound like Amanda." His daughter liked to use the word 'thingy' sometimes, when she couldn't think of the word she wanted, and Tom had always found it cute.
"Oh, you know what I mean." She blushed, but only because she'd almost got caught. She had to remember to talk like her mom, not herself, and that would turn out to be more difficult than the little girl might have expected.
"I feel kind of bad that she caught us fucking like that," Tom breathed, moving his hands to Amanda's hips and giving her a squeeze. He couldn't help it and maybe if Jen wasn't worried it couldn't be too serious. At least, that's the rationale his male mind conjured to appease the desire growing between his legs.
Amanda blinked at the word, but caught herself and nodded slowly. Her daddy wanted more sex and so did she, it was hard to contain the rush of excitement she felt at his touch and the girl tried to think of a good reply.
"Yeah. We should, um...fuck some more." She couldn't believe she'd actually said that word! Right to her father's face no less. Amanda tried to smile sexily at him, hoping he wouldn't get mad, but he'd said it first. "And, uh...lock the door maybe?"
"You think?" Tom laughed. "I'm supposed to show the Reasoner Property at two." He glanced at his watch. "Not much time…"
"Oh, please?" Amanda whined softly, her desires besting the child easily, as they usually did. "Just once more okay? Really fast." She giggled and blushed, barely believing she was actually asking her own father to have sex with her. "I wanna make a baby."
"What?" Tom stared at his wife. She was acting strange, that's for sure, but Jennifer wanting a baby? That went way beyond strange, that sounded almost…crazy.
"A baby!" Amanda nodded, feeling her excitement growing. "Oh please, Daddy? I really want a sister and..." She stopped talking as her mind caught up with her mouth. "I mean, Amanda wants a sister, uh...Tom," she offered weakly but it was too late.
"Why'd you call me Daddy?" he asked, giving her hips a squeeze to punctuate his question. He wasn't a brain surgeon, but no one had ever accused Thomas Hewitt of being dumb either. "What's going on, Jen?"
"N-Nothing's going on." Amanda shook her head. "I just like the sound of it. Can't I call you Daddy if I want? Don't you like it?"
Tom stared at the woman hard, as if he might see something in Jennifer's eyes to explain all this madness.
"Where was the last place we made love on our honeymoon? The very last place. Where was it, Jen?" There were only two people in the entire world who knew the answer to that, and they should have been standing face to face in that little hallway in that little house in that little town.
But they weren't.
Everything seemed to stop for a long time, half a minute at least, before Tom finally realized that the woman standing in front of him didn't know the answer. Her lips were turned downward in an all too familiar pout. Her light green eyes refused to meet his disbelieving stare. Tom stepped back, swallowing hard and looking her up and down for a moment before turning away. He opened the bedroom door, pushing it wide open so it banged against Amanda's bookcase with a loud thump.
"Where was the last place we had sex on our honeymoon?" he asked his daughter, who was still curled up on her bed and determined to ignore everything.
It was quiet for a long ten seconds and Tom started asking again, but the girl on the bed cut him off.
"On the airplane," Amanda's mouth replied, but it was Jennifer's voice he heard. "Twice."
"Jennifer?" he gasped, staring at his daughter's body. "It's really…You were telling the truth? How…Why?" Tom felt like the whole world was spinning backwards suddenly. He lost his balance, deciding to sit on the floor for a minute or two until someone in charge fixed it.
"I'm sorry, Daddy!" Jennifer, who was really Amanda on the inside, began crying softly, feeling terribly bad all of a sudden for lying the way she had. She knelt down next to him, needing a big forgiving hug more than anything else right then and her father gave it to her, but tried to keep some distance. He was only wearing a sheet and she was practically naked after all.
Jennifer, hopelessly trapped inside Amanda's nubile preteen form, rolled over and looked at her family. She shook her head and frowned. She still felt a tad angry at her husband for not believing her, and at Amanda for not telling the truth when it was more important than ever. But she was a good mom and a loving wife, and it was nearly impossible for her to stay mad for much more than 15 or 20 minutes at a stretch. She got out of bed and joined them on the floor of Amanda's bedroom. At least the three of them could share in the moment of truth, coming together finally and determined to make the best of an awkward situation.