Mommy Misplaced

 

 

Book Two - Chapter One

A Father's Perspective (Narrated by Tom)

 

God, what a mess. I honestly didn't know what to do. I'd come home for lunch, like I do every now and again, only to find that somehow my wife, my beautiful 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 what happened, 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 realized it, 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 only 11 years old!

I'm married to a precocious, preteen girl, as sweet and beautiful as any child you can imagine, and just waiting to blossom into a young woman. Physically, that is, because mentally and emotionally, even spiritually, my wife is a fully grown woman. And my daughter now looks 28, well not that old really. Jen always took good care of herself, very good care, and I think you'd guess 23 if you saw her. Amanda's new body, her mother's body, is made for sex, tall and firm, with great tits and the most perfect ass you've ever seen. She's not merely attractive, 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 always liked to tell 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 always been 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's going to happen. I mean, the girl loves sex more than ice cream! She's only 11 years old, yeah, but her body is ripe with adulthood, and she's feeling it, believe me. She was cumming 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, she's my little girl and I'd never, ever hurt her. I can only hope I haven't already traumatized the child, but Amanda does seem remarkably resilient, too.

And I can't have sex with my wife! Jesus, she's just a kid now. Or looks it anyway, standing 4 foot something, barely 80 pounds, I'd bet. She's 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 tight cleft in the soft swell of her mound. What am I supposed to do with that? I mean, every time I look at my wife I see my sweet Amanda. I hear my daughter's voice beneath my wife's words. She looks, sounds, smells, and feels like a little girl. She probably even tastes like one! I can't have sex with her now, even if my wife wanted it, which I seriously doubt she does. She's just starting puberty for crying out loud. My wife hasn't even had her first period yet, so...She couldn't possibly want sex. Could she?

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

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"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 bounced into the room and I hate to say it, but my dick sprang to rock hard attention.

She wore 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 she'd put it 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. She had a big blonde bedhead, a careless smile that had never belonged to my wife, and shining green eyes full of excitement. Everyday is an adventure at her age, and these days more than most.

"Uh." I swallowed hard.

"These panties make me feel funny," Amanda reported with a giggle. 

"What?" Jen turned her head at that.

She took a long look 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 first thing in the morning...Well, I liked it, but Jen wasn't asking for my opinion, thank God.

"Come with me, young lady!" Mother took daughter by the hand, while I watched my daughter's perfect ass wiggle seductively. I'd been married to that ass for twelve years, now it was untouchable. 

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. I squeezed my dick a few times, because it had started throbbing almost painfully, 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 wasn't enough time for that. I had to get to work and Amanda had to get to school and...That was a new problem and one we hadn't fully considered. Amanda couldn't go to school, she was 28 years old now. I licked my lips, following the logical line of unreasonable circumstance. 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 in the first place, but Jennifer had her college degree, so 5th grade should probably be pretty easy, wouldn't you think? Yep, I smiled to myself, straight A's for Amanda from now on, and that was a load off my mind.

Except we couldn't leave our 11 year old daughter at home by herself all day, could we? 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 mother, but rather over protective sometimes. I thought Amanda would probably act a little more grown up than she did if Jen would relax a little. You know, if she gave our daughter more responsibility, a little more freedom, too, maybe. But talking about that with Jen would be an iffy proposition at best, 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.

Two minutes later my celphone started ringing. Unfortunately, it just isn't safe to drive and talk on a celphone at the same time, so I turned it off. I'd pay for that later, and probably dearly, but I needed time to think.

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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."

"You are?"

"Tell the man to stay right where he is, honey. 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 as I felt her hard beautiful body against mine.

She'd changed clothes, now wearing a pair of old jeans that my wife used for gardening, and a t-shirt. No bra, of course, so her firm, upturned breasts were rubbing against my chest. I swear, even through my dress shirt and t-shirt underneath, I could feel those proud hard nipples teasing me. 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 a little girl, which she was, but in my arms I held a genuine woman, not a preteen girl.

So you'll forgive me if I grabbed her ass, squeezing gently as I rocked her body against mine. I felt my hard cock straining beneath my trousers, throbbing against her pussy trapped under a layer of taut, well-worn denim. Without much in the way of rational thought, I started walking towards the bedroom, barely noticing the sexy, giggling weight of my fully grown daughter 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 we going, Daddy?" Amanda wondered, kissing my lips with her smiling mouth. I even felt a bit of tongue when she'd laugh. I knew 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 her about this, it'll just be our secret game, alright?"

Amanda giggled again, and hers 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. She'd done it to me on purpose, too, just to make a point, I thought. And although she denied it consistently over the years, Jen liked to remind me of how easily she'd made me spill in my pants, which was all the proof I needed that women are 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, but we're beyond that. She might have been my daughter, but she was my wife, too. I'd 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 a legal adult and my lawfully married wife, for better or worse, and my little girl would survive the experience, I was sure. Amanda didn't seem fazed in the least by what had happened the day before and this was going to be harmless fun, I could tell.

Or so my dick kept 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 and I liked that part of my life. I made a lot of money, so we could afford another child. 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 pole dancing cowgirl collecting soggy one dollar bills. Jen 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. Immaculate. 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 yeah, Princess. We're going to make lots of babies." And her smile on my wife's lovely face 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 started 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 almost twenty years younger than me! Plus, her body had been made with my sperm, half of her DNA was mine and the risks if I happened to knock her up someday, like when she was 15 or 16 maybe...It wasn't fair to either Jen or 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. When it came to a healthy sexual relationship, I was married to my daughter. 

"I like this, Daddy," Amanda decided, now quite deliciously naked as she kicked her panties off her long legs. She'd already started rubbing her sex, playing with her mature vulva and exploring happily. "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 alone. 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 erection.

"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 that! I'm a big now, huh?"

"Oh yeah, sweetie." I agreed, nearly entranced by the sight of my stiff cock pointing straight at her sexy, smiling mouth. "Now, sit on the bed, yeah...Just like that, 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 urged her to lean forward, guiding her gently with my fingers in her hair.

"Does Mommy kiss it?" she asked, looking up at me with her big green eyes full of curiosity. I'd fallen in love with that look long before my daughter had even been born.

"Oh yeah, sweetheart. Mommy's really good at kissing my cock. You'll be good at it, too. I can tell already," I replied, flushed with arousal as my heart beat wildly with excitement. I got a nice shot of adrenalin as her humid breath teased my swollen prick. 

Jen was a good cocksucker, I hadn't lied about that, but it certainly 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 making love, but sucking my cock...That had always been a distant ninth on her list of favorite things to do in bed. It came right after painting her toe nails, I think.

She'd blow me once in awhile though, 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 would be 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. 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 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. "Oh! That's a good girl. Like shaking hands, baby. Give it a squeeze, but not too hard."

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 suck cock. 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, suddenly determined to prove that she really did belong in her mother's body. It wasn't fair, I suppose, but I figure sometimes the ends really does justify the means. At least when it comes to getting a blowjob.

My precious daughter wanted to be a better cocksucker than her mother, which is probably normal for a girl her age. Maybe. Sorta. Either way, 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 very thing, 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. Sometimes I wondered if she hadn't married me just because my penis was such a perfect fit for her vagina. Like we were made for each other, you might say.

"It's heavy too, Daddy!" my daughter said, widening her eyes as she hefted my erection in her inexperienced hands.

"I know." I nodded. "It's getting big 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 moment seemed better than all the rest combined. She seemed so innocent, 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 she pulled back, a long silvery strand of precum dangled 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, 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 whispered, 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, true, but she already loved fucking and it quickly became obvious that she enjoyed kissing cock as well. And that particular desire wasn't coming from her new biology, the urge to suckle penis had to come from inside. I hated to imagine what might have happened to my little girl in a year or two, when some boy somewhere discovered how beautiful she really was and talked her into a game of spin the bottle or something.

It was a stroke of good fortune that I was able to save Amanda from turning into a real slut. 

Maybe God really does watch over little girls, sparrows, 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 inside, and oh so nice and soft as my cock rode across her tongue. She knew instinctively how to tickle 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 to fill her tummy with my creamy load.

"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, honey. Just keep sucking. You're doing it almost as good as Mommy," I told her, trying to remember it was my own daughter down there sucking my cock instead of my wife.

But it was my wife nursing on my prick...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 Amanda 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 always better.

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

Jen's body had always been super-orgasmic and clearly our daughter 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. Who can blame her? Not me! I rather enjoyed watching Amanda play with her distended labia and worm a long, delicate finger inside her cunt, pumping her pussy three or for times before pulling it back out. She'd rub the juice around her vulva, adding to the oily sheen and pungent odor rising between us.

I'd watched Jen masturbate countless times and It amazed me to realize that Amanda was doing it the same way. My wife could 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 wiping the moisture on her flushed skin. She liked to get a little messy, just her daughter, and when Jen needed to finish, a firm, circular rub of her thumb over her clit would bring the woman off quickly. Like rubbing a magic 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 she pulled away with a gasp.

"I'm Amanda, Daddy!" she protested, 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...Can you do that, Princess? 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 her mother. I wondered how far that competitive streak ran between the two of them.

"Uh-huh..." I went back on my tip-toes as she went back to work on my cock. 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 soft, tight 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 big cocks her whole life. I suppose in a way she had, since it was my wife's throat doing it. Muscle memory, I thought, but only for the briefest of seconds as she did it a third time, and that's when I finally lost it.

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

My fingers were tangled in her golden hair as I held my daughter tightly on my pulsating prick. I groaned with the effort, with my cock lodged deep in her throat as she tried to swallow around me. The girl didn't even try to push me away, her fingers only gripped my clenched ass while she held her breath. I came hard with one of the best orgasms of my life, grinning stupidly as my balls bounced beneath her chin and my thick load shot straight into Amanda's tummy.

I was still cumming when I relaxed my grip a moment; 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 breathe sperm. Amanda hadn't expected that and of course she pulled away from cock completely, so that my last bit splattered over her lips and chin and cheeks. She had a big mouthful as well, 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 told her, breathing hard and stroking her hair. If I'd been anyone but her father, I don't think she would have done it.

My little girl 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 they might not like, I enjoyed a small rush of paternal pride. Amanda had eaten her Daddy's cum and I couldn't help but think of it as a truly beautiful expression of our love for each other. Jen would have made a face, complaining about the salty flavor or the texture, and wishing I'd cum on her tits instead, but not Amanda! 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 said, panting the words. "Did you see me? I can feel it in my tummy!"

"I did see you! You really are a big girl," I agreed. "You did it perfect.". 

"Just like Mommy?" Amanda asked, mindless of the semen 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 kinda funny on my tongue."

"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?" she wondered, smiling hopefully as I pulled my cock out of her hands.

"Scoot back on the bed 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!" she said, sliding backwards as I crawled onto 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!" she agreed with a grin, practically clapping her hands. "Twins! I want twins!"

"Okay. I guess we'll have to do this every day, alright? And it's our secret, remember? Mommy doesn't have to know we're doing it."

"Why not?" Amanda lay comfortably beneath me and I moved her long, toned legs, spreading them wide around me and then upward. I'd already decided to get her knees over my shoulders. If we were going to be making babies, I wanted my cock as deep as it could get when I unloaded into her fertile womb.

"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 legs over my shoulder, rolling her ass off the bed as I leaned forward.

I had her knees practically next to her ears. My wife’s, sorry...My daughter's cunt lay open and vulnerable, already moist and radiating the heat of her eager anticipation. Amanda gave herself to me with nothing but joy, presenting the pink path to the center of her female heart like a gift from heaven. No concerns over finding a condom. No dire warnings about how a baby would ruin her perfect body, just a genuine lust to have sex, cum a lot, and hopefully make a baby.

I finally had the woman of my dreams, Jen's body and Amanda's innocent enthusiasm, but there would be trouble later. I had no illusions about that, since we were talking about my wife's womb. I mean, even though Jen was sitting in her class at school, learning how to multiply the harmless way, so far as she was concerned it was still her body. Our daughter had only borrowed it, 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 when she found out!.

Luckily, my wife was less than 5 feet tall and barely 80 pounds soaking wet. 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 a decade of being denied what a husband has a right to...Having children...Well, that would only make fucking a baby into Amanda that much better. I planned on sperming her sweet pussy every chance I had and since were technically married, that would be a lot. It wasn't like Jen could hire a divorce lawyer and she'd just have to accept it, right? 

I entered our daughter, slowly, savoring the moment, and imagining Jen calling me Daddy as we walked around the mall shopping for a new crib.

"Here it comes, sweetheart," I breathed. "Let's make a new baby for Mommy." 

I kissed her on the lips, 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. She gasped and shuddered and then I knew she was cumming hard as she kissed me back. She'd been waiting on a hair trigger, just needing a little push, reacting just as Jen always did when she was all worked up and ready for love. My wife's body...I've said it before...had been tailor 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 gasped, pinned down, shivering 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 preteen 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. I had that sample right then and there could be no doubt that I was the happiest man on the planet! I mean, there's some things money just can't buy!

"Almost there, Amanda," I groaned, pumping her at quick, steady pace. "Are you ready to make a baby? Do you want Daddy to cum, sweetheart?"

"Yeah! I wanna baby! Fuck me more!" " She was practically in tears; the poor girl had been cumming so hard. "I feel like an angel, Daddy!"

"Oh God!" I grinned at that and buried my cock as deeply as possible, pressing myself right up against her tender cervix.

We both moaned in that glorious moment and I knew my little girl could feel my cock spasm almost painfully, loosing a flood of incestuous seed deep into my daughter's womb. And that thought, that I was committing incest, maybe, bothered me, but it was my wife's body. And this could be considered educational. I mean, legally Amanda could fuck whoever she wanted, whether we were really married or not. She was an adult with the mind and life experience of a child, so I needed to protect her. And like all sexually curious women, which is not to say promiscuous by any means, the best way to ensure Amanda's emotional and physical safety was to keep her well satisfied at home.

It was my job, you know? My moral obligation as Amanda's parent to fuck her brains out whenever she felt the need. Under the circumstances, I mean. It's not something I'm proud of, necessarily, but a man, a husband and father, has to do what he has to do. 

So, this whole switching business with my wife and daughter, sure it was a pain in the ass for a few hours. Undoubtedly my wife would spend a long time wracking her brain, trying to figure out how to fix it. She'd complain and worry, eventually accepting her new role as 'Amanda' while our daughter eased into the role of 'Jennifer' and it would be hard for awhile, 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 fuss was about. We were going to be the perfect family and that's really what life is all about.

Don't you think so?

 

Continued