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By the time my wife's body returned, we'd cleaned up. Mary had managed to get a quick shower in, though she'd failed to convince me to join her.

I couldn't. I'd seen more of my daughter's naked, blushing, sweaty, pulsating body than a father should ever see.

I could hardly bring myself to look her in the eyes.

When Belle returned, I forced myself to act normal, but on the inside...

Truly, I wanted to die.

The feeling of my daughter's mouth around my cock, the sucking noises her mouth had made, the choking, the gulping as she swallowed my seed.

I knew that I'd be having nightmares about it until my final days.

Worst of all - worse even than the physical transgression - was the fact that it had gotten me off.

Any decent father wouldn't have been able to get hard, let alone cum. Any man with even a hint of morality wouldn't have been able to maintain an erection as his naked teenage daughter seduced him, forced his throat down her cock and rubbed herself to orgasm.

God. What was wrong with me?

*quot;I got the dress,*quot; my wife's voice rang out. *quot;Belle? Honey?*quot;

*quot;Hi Mom,*quot; Mary said chirpily, our daughter's hair wet from the shower. *quot;Oh my god oh my god oh my god! You got it?*quot;

*quot;Yup! And you know what that means?*quot;

On a normal evening, Mary and I would have made confused eye-contact. Tonight, however, I couldn't bring myself to look at my daughter's face.

I didn't know if I'd ever be able to again.

*quot;Fashion show!*quot; Belle said cheerfully, and my wife clapped my daughter's hands enthusiastically.

*quot;You hear that, Andrew? Fashion show!*quot;

*quot;Please,*quot; I said, in a chilly voice. *quot;Don't call me Andrew.*quot;

*quot;Sorry Dad,*quot; Mary said, rolling our daughter's eyes. *quot;Come on! You know you want to see the fashion show.*quot;

*quot;I really, really don't,*quot; I said, ignoring the disappointed look on both my girls' faces as I went straight to bed.

******

As I predicted, I had a nightmare that evening. I dreamt that the police raided our house, and stormed in on Belle giving me head. My wife was there, in her own body, using her vibrators as she watched.

*quot;Do it, Andrew,*quot; she hissed. Despite being back in her own body, she still had Belle's voice.

I woke up in a sweat. I could feel the sensations of Belle's mouth around my cock.

Maybe I'd always feel it.

For the next few hours, I drifted in and out of nightmares, all of them involving my daughter's body. Her tits, her cunt, her mouth.

I eventually gave up on sleep and got out of bed.

My parents have a cabin, about forty minutes out of town. We go there in the summer; just me, Mary, and Belle. (Ben goes away to Camp instead.) When she was a kid, Belle loved it - camping, fishing, swimming in the lake.

Ever since her rebellious phase started, our visits have grown shorter and shorter. Belle refers to it as her 'summer punishment' - privately, Mary and I have started referring to it as 'hell-trip'. Our daughter's attitude has managed to suck every vestige of joy out of the vacation.

This year, we were seriously considering not going.

I'm not suggesting that Mary's plan is some kind of magic miracle, poised to solve every problem we've ever had, but it had certainly given me hope - with the changes we'd seen just in the last few days, I was starting to wonder if the cabin trip was back on the table.

Slipping into our daughter's bedroom, I gently shook her awake.

*quot;Andrew?*quot; she said groggily. Her eyes focused, then darkened with lust. *quot;Andrew...*quot;

Mary tried to pull me in for a kiss, but I pushed her away.

*quot;Honey,*quot; I said. *quot;I need to clear my head. I'm going to spend a day at the cabin, okay? I just...I need some space.*quot;

My wife began to respond, but I put one finger on her lips.

On our daughter's lips.

Our daughter's lips which, just a few hours ago...

I shuddered.

*quot;I really need it, okay? Please don't argue. I'm going to leave a note - if Belle says anything, cover for me. Please?*quot;

*quot;Mmm,*quot; she responded. She was clearly still half-asleep.

*quot;I'll see you when I get back, okay?*quot;

*quot;Okay...*quot;

******

There's something so very peaceful about driving at night. The streets are empty, the city is dark. Even the car seems quieter, somehow.

Shortly after arriving at the cabin, I fell into a dreamless sleep. When I awoke, I felt better than I had in days.

I spent the morning fishing. I really should have gotten some work in - while the cabin didn't have wifi, I'd brought my laptop and enough to get some work done offline.

Instead, I fished. I fished, and I thought.

It had been one week since Mary and Belle had swapped bodies, and I had to admit - it was working. Already, my daughter was starting to see the other side of the situation.

Again, I knew it wasn't a miracle cure...but it was clear that she was gaining more empathy, more understanding of what we wanted from her as parents.

She could see why we behaved the way we did. That it was out of love.

Similarly, Atışalanı Escort the insights that Mary was getting - they were invaluable. I'd had no idea about Belle's drug-dealing boyfriend, her loneliness...her hormones.

My brain instinctively wanted to avoid that topic, but I forced myself to focus on it.

Belle's hormones.

It was clear that Mary was struggling. If she'd gone on that date last night...

I shuddered at the thought. I wasn't keen on the idea of my daughter having sex. I was especially not keen on the idea of my wife having sex while in our daughter's body.

No, it was obvious that Mary needed help. And so, as much as it disgusted me...I had to help her.

I had to.

Seven more days. For one more week, I could put my own inclinations aside, and do what needed to be done for my wife.

Seven days.

******

I decided to work through the afternoon before heading home. You can't underestimate the value of working with no internet - no notifications constantly popping up, no social media to distract you.

Having spent half a day fishing, I needed to catch up. With Freecell as the only temptation available to me, I was able to power through and accomplish quite a lot in just a few hours.

When I closed my laptop, my stomach was grumbling. There was no food in the cabin, only coffee, and all I'd thought to bring with me was a packet of Doritos.

I stood up, stretched, and prepared to drive home.

As I opened the door to the cabin, I was shocked to find my teenage daughter staring at me, her hand raised, ready to knock on the door.

She was wearing the new dress.

*quot;Hi, honey,*quot; she purred, reaching out and grabbing my crotch. *quot;I've been thinking about you all day...*quot;

I gulped.

*quot;Mary,*quot; I said firmly, grabbing my daughter's hand and moving it away from my genitalia. *quot;I want to talk*quot;

*quot;Okay...*quot; my wife replied, narrowing Belle's eyes slightly.

*quot;I know what you need.*quot;

The sight of my daughter's face lighting up made me pause. For several years now, that had been a rare occurrence.

*quot;I know what you need,*quot; I smiled back at her, *quot;and I'm prepared to give it to you.*quot;

*quot;Oh, Andrew! Oh my god, honey, yes. Please! I'm so happy that you...-*quot;

I held up my hand, and my wife fell silent.

*quot;You need stimulation,*quot; I said, looking into my daughter's blue eyes. *quot;You need stimulation, and...well, after a lot of thinking, I've decided: I can do that for you.*quot;

Mary clearly wanted to speak, but I didn't allow her to interrupt.

*quot;You know how difficult I'm finding this, but I love you. I love you, and I know that you're finding it just as hard.*quot;

*quot;Andrew...-*quot;

*quot;I'm prepared to touch you,*quot; I concluded. *quot;I love you, and so even though it goes against everything I believe, I'm prepared to touch you. Down there.*quot;

Mary nodded, looking at me expectantly. As the pause stretched on, she wrinkled our daughter's nose.

*quot;That's it?*quot;

I raised one eyebrow.

*quot;'It'? Honey, that's a lot.*quot;

It still surprised me, seeing my wife's expressions on my daughter's face. Her classic 'unimpressed' glare had appeared, and it was aimed at me with full force.

*quot;Andrew, darling, I...I need more than that.*quot;

I froze.

*quot;More?*quot;

*quot;Yes, honey. More.*quot;

I grimaced.

*quot;Mary, my love, I don't think you...-*quot;

*quot;No, Andrew,*quot; my wife interrupted. *quot;I don't think that you.*quot;

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. We'd down this path before, so many times in just the last weeks. I didn't want to get in another shouting match.

Especially since they always seemed to end in me losing.

*quot;Okay,*quot; I said, with a deep breath. *quot;I...what do you want?*quot;

Belle's eyes sparked, and Mary's wry smile appeared on her face.

Again, she reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants.

*quot;This.*quot;

*quot;You had that,*quot; I said, wishing I sounded less whiny. *quot;Last night...*quot;

*quot;More,*quot; my wife said, Belle's voice thick with lust. *quot;Oh god, Andrew. Please. I need more.*quot;

I silently counted to ten.

Mary was doing so much for us. For our daughter.

For our family.

I knew she was struggling. I knew she needed me.

But...I couldn't.

Seven more days.

*quot;Okay,*quot; I sighed. *quot;How about...twice more?*quot;

*quot;Twice?*quot;

The tone of disgust was back.

*quot;Twice is a lot!*quot; I said. The whine was back as well.

Mary looked up at me, and I could see Belle's eyes were beginning to water.

*quot;You promised once a day,*quot; she said plaintively.

*quot;Yes, but...-*quot;

*quot;I was back at school today,*quot; she continued. *quot;Honey. You don't know what that's like.*quot;

*quot;I know, but...-*quot;

Now it was Mary's turn to not let me speak.

*quot;I didn't wear a bra,*quot; she whispered.

*quot;What!? Mary, that's...-*quot;

*quot;I know. I know. It was just so hot. God, Andrew. Our daughter is so hot.*quot;

I glanced down at my daughter's chest, and immediately wished that I hadn't.

She Atışalanı Escort Bayan was obviously still not wearing a bra.

*quot;All those teenage eyes, looking at me. Lusting after me. Wanting me.*quot;

*quot;Mary, we're trying to...-*quot;

*quot;I know what we're trying to, Andrew. I really do. But last night...it got me so worked up. Your cock. My mouth. Belle's mouth. God, it felt...-.*quot;

*quot;Mary, if we...-*quot;

*quot;I know. But after Saturday, after the beach...the feeling of all those eyes on me. It's intoxicating. Have you ever felt like an entire room of people want you?*quot;

I was forced to shake my head.

*quot;I'm in my forties, darling. Belle is at her peak. Look at her!*quot;

Mary gestured to our daughter's body. My eyes instinctively followed the motion, and immediately wished that they hadn't.

My wife was right. Our daughter is absolutely stunning. I would have given anything not to have known that, to have spent the rest of my years without ever noticing what a looker Belle was. She was...she was sexy. I hated admitting it, but it was true. My daughter was sexy. It was as simple as that.

And now that it had been pointed out, now that I'd...seen her do things...

I was worried that I'd never be able to un-notice.

*quot;I got asked out three times today,*quot; Mary said softly. *quot;I could be on a date right now, getting all my needs taken care of by someone who doesn't give a fuck about our daughter. But I'm here with you.*quot;

*quot;You don't get points for not fucking a high-schooler,*quot; I said weakly.

A huge grin slowly spread across Belle's face.

*quot;I know.*quot; my wife said, and pulled my mouth to our daughter's.

I gently moved my hands to Belle's shoulders and pushed her away.

*quot;Honey,*quot; I said.

She rolled her eyes and balled her fists. I'm surprised she didn't stamp her foot. For a moment, I could see Belle as she'd been as a toddler, threatening a tantrum if she didn't get her way.

*quot;What?*quot; she asked, gesturing around. *quot;This is perfect. We're a thousand miles from civilization...-*quot;

*quot;Sixty,*quot; I corrected.

*quot;...and no one knows that we're here. We have zero chance of getting caught. What excuse can you possibly have for not wanting to fuck me?*quot;

My eyes widened as my wife's words sunk in.

*quot;Wait. What?*quot;

*quot;No one will ever know,*quot; she said, slumping against the doorframe. *quot;And...I need it. God, Andrew. I need it.*quot;

*quot;Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait...Mary. Sweetie. We never talked about...*quot;

*quot;I know we never talked about,*quot; Mary said, a desperate look in my daughter's eyes. *quot;But I can't stop thinking about it.*quot;

*quot;We can never do that.*quot;

*quot;Why not?*quot;

*quot;I can't do that to Belle. I can't...Jesus! Mary, You can't be serious.*quot;

*quot;I wish I wasn't,*quot; my wife said. Belle's blue eyes were staring intently into mine. *quot;I really, really wish I wasn't.*quot;

I stepped back into the cabin and sat down at my desk. My stomach was churning in a combination of hunger and horror.

*quot;Mary, think about what you're saying. You're having trouble with our daughter's hormones...*quot;

*quot;Understatement,*quot; Mary muttered.

*quot;...and so you want me to take her virginity?*quot;

*quot;No!*quot;

*quot;Then...*quot;

My eyes widened.

*quot;Wait. Mary. Is...*quot;

*quot;No no no.*quot; My wife used our daughter's hand to wave my concerns away. *quot;No, Belle is a virgin. If she wasn't, I'd know about it.*quot;

*quot;How?*quot;

*quot;Her diary, for one.*quot;

I quickly decided that I didn't want to hear what other methods my wife had.

*quot;Then what do you mean?*quot;

Belle's eyes darted around the room, avoiding mine.

*quot;Mary?*quot;

*quot;What do you know about...hymens.*quot;

I closed my eyes.

*quot;I don't think I want to know.*quot;

*quot;Andrew, I was...exploring.*quot;

*quot;Okay.*quot;

*quot;Down there.*quot;

*quot;Okay. Okay.*quot;

I tried very hard to think about anything else in the known universe.

*quot;I couldn't find Belle's...hymen.*quot;

*quot;Right. Okay. Okay. Cool. Good.*quot;

*quot;I'm just saying!*quot;

I opened my eyes. Mary was wringing Belle's hands. My daughter's eyes were still avoiding mine.

*quot;She's never had sex, but physically...*quot;

I took a deep breath.

*quot;When we switch back,*quot; Mary continued, *quot;she won't remember a thing. She'll have no idea what I did in her body. She doesn't even know it's me, remember?*quot;

*quot;Okay.*quot;

*quot;If we were to...I'm just saying.*quot;

*quot;Okay. Okay.*quot;

*quot;She'd have no memory of it.*quot;

*quot;Mary...*quot;

*quot;Think about it, Andrew. If we were to have sex, she wouldn't know. As far as she was concerned, she'd still be a virgin.*quot;

*quot;Mary...Jesus...*quot;

*quot;She'd have no memory of having sex, and she'd have no physical evidence. She wouldn't know.*quot;

*quot;I'd know,*quot; I hissed.

*quot;I know! Andrew. I know. I realize how hard this is for you. But...*quot;

I reopened my eyes. My daughter's body was standing in front of me.

*quot;Once a day. You promised me.*quot;

*quot;I never promised that I would fuck our daughter.*quot;

Mary looked up at Escort Atışalanı me. The grin was back.

*quot;You don't get points for not fucking a high-schooler,*quot; she said softly.

*quot;Mary...*quot;

*quot;You're not,*quot; Mary said simply. She sat on my lap and put our daughter's arms around me. *quot;Honey, you're not. You're not fucking a teenager, our daughter. It's still me. You'd be fucking me.*quot;

I sighed.

*quot;You'd be fucking me,*quot; my wife said again. *quot;That's all I want. Please. I just want to make love with my husband. Just once. I need it.*quot;

She looked me in the eyes.

*quot;Just once?*quot; I said, not believing the words coming out of my mouth.

*quot;Just once,*quot; she said. *quot;That's all I need.*quot;

I nodded.

My wife's expression on my daughter's face when I responded was...well, I'll never forget it.

Disbelief. Gratitude. Excitement.

Arousal.

She didn't hesitate, not even for a moment. She pulled me onto the bed, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my erection.

I was horrified to discover I was hard. God. What was wrong with me?

As she pulled her new dress off, I closed my eyes. I knew I couldn't block out the sounds, the feeling, but...I could try.

I'd seen my daughter's naked form more than I'd ever wanted. I'd be happy to never, ever see it again.

I opened one eye as I felt my daughter's mouth envelop my erection.

*quot;Honey,*quot; I croaked. *quot;Please. Let's...*quot;

*quot;Of course,*quot; my wife said, in my daughter's voice. Her blue eyes looked up at me. I shut my eye again, before her tits could come into view.

I couldn't believe I was doing this.

*quot;Thank you,*quot; she said softly. *quot;Thank you, Daddy.*quot;

*quot;Andrew,*quot; I said through gritted teeth. *quot;For the love of god, Mary - call me Andrew.*quot;

*quot;Of course,*quot; Mary said. Her voice was shaking. She wrapped one of our daughter's hands around my cock - it throbbed in response.

Ellen, I tried to tell myself. Ellen, Ellen, Ellen, Ellen.

But even with my eyes closed, all I could see was my daughter's naked form.

*quot;Are you ready?*quot;

*quot;Yes,*quot; I lied. I'd never be ready. I'd never be ready, and I'd never be the same. No part of me wanted what was going to happen.

My cock throbbed again, making me a liar.

*quot;I'm ready.*quot;

It had been more than twenty years since I'd had sex with anyone but my wife. We've spent more than twenty years getting to know each other's bodies, learning exactly how to get each other off, learning what to do to make the other cum.

I never thought I'd be with anyone else. I'd never wanted to be with anyone else.

So why did it feel so good?

I could feel the heat as my daughter's wetness moved into position. My cock felt like it was going to burst.

I couldn't remember ever being so hard.

Perhaps if I hadn't seen her naked form, it would have been easier. But all I could do as she lowered herself onto my erection was picture what it must look like - my daughter's lithe body, her legs, her flushed skin...

I shuddered.

But my erection stayed strong.

I could feel my wife's quivers of pleasure as my cock head parted the lips of our daughter's pussy. My eyes were tightly shut, my fists were clenched, and my dick felt like it was made of steel.

All of a sudden...I was inside her.

I was inside my teenage daughter.

My cock was inside my Belle, my sweet baby girl.

And as much as I didn't want it to...holy. Fucking. Shit.

It felt amazing.

Sex with my wife has always, always been good. She knows my body as well as I know hers.

Over the last week, I'd slowly come to terms with the fact that my daughter was gorgeous. Hot. She was no longer my little girl - she was now a woman.

My wife's sexual prowess, combined with my daughter's perfect body...

It was the single most incredible feeling I'd ever had.

I wanted to throw up.

My daughter's hands were on my chest, supporting herself as she began to rock back and forth on my cock. My wife's words were coming out of her mouth - a mix of babble and dirty talk.

*quot;Yes,*quot; she moaned. *quot;Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me fuck me fuck me. Fuck me, Daddy...*quot;

My eyes shot open at the last word, and dear god do I wish that they hadn't.

The feeling was amazing, but the view...

In an instant, I knew that my days of seeing Belle as my sweet little girl were over. She was biting her lip, her eyes closed as the stream of sexual mutterings left her mouth.

Her nipples were hard, and her breasts bounced each time she rocked back and forth.

Unable to help myself, I glanced down to where my pelvis met hers.

There was no blood, thank goodness. I literally don't think I would have been able to live with myself if there had been blood.

About half of my cock was inside her. Her pink pussy was obscenely stretched around it; it felt as though my erection was as deep as it was going to get.

When I had sex in this position with Mary, she would typically bounce up and down. I'd thrust my hips to her rhythm, and before long we'd be cumming in unison, my seed shooting inside her as she climaxed around my cock.

In Belle's body, my wife was just rocking hypnotically back and forth. I didn't know if the change was because of how it felt, or because it was Belle's first time, and I didn't much feel like asking.