Note: All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18.
Chapter 41:
Mary's body was two steps into the kitchen before I even realized she was home.
"Belle!!" she exclaimed, and my daughter's body froze.
"M-mum?" she stammered in response.
"What...what are you *wearing*?" she asked, and both of us suddenly relaxed.
I'd decided fucking my daughter was too risky; by sticking to head, we could both remain fully-clothed, and if we heard someone coming, I could quickly hide my cock and Belle could act as though she'd just dropped something.
Just a few minutes later, I was smiling contentedly as I watched my daughter swallow down my seed. Not unexpectedly, I felt a whole lot more relaxed - I still had no idea how to come to terms with the situation, but as Belle's body stood up, I was able to attack my sudoku without being distracted by the uniquely bizarre situation we were trapped in.
"Oh, you like this?" she asked, turning from side to side.
I knew it was risky, but I couldn't help but stare. My daughter's body was unbelievable, but it was more than that. My wife clearly got so much *pleasure* from showing it off - there was an exhibitionistic energy, a palpable haze of lust eminating from her as she drank in my gaze.
She was subtle about it, of course - my wife made sure that our daughter's eyes never so much as flicked in my direction - but we both knew what was happening. She was enjoying my attention...and god help me, I was enjoying giving it to her.
"It looks amazing," Belle said, using her mother's hand to reach out and touch her own side. I shifted uncomfortably - despite having just released my tension a few minutes ago, the sight of the two most attractive women I'd ever seen, touching each other...
It forced erotic images into my brain that were very, very unwelcome.
"I didn't realize it was new," I said, slightly louder than I had intended. Both women jumped, and I saw a guilty look cross my daughter's face.
Ah. It seemed that Mary had been shopping. A part of me wanted to be annoyed that she'd been spending money to expose our daughter's body, but...well, of everything that had happened in the last week, that particular act was pretty low on the priority list.
Besides, it had worked. I couldn't deny it - I found her outfit hot as hell.
"I made dinner," my wife said brightly, and for the first time in a long while, the three of us sat down to eat as a family.
It was a delicious meal, but I think we were all too distracted to truly appreciate it. Probably for the best - if Belle had put serious thought into it, she would quickly have realized that she didn't have anywhere close to the culinary talent required to put a meal like this together.
I spent the meal staring at my wife's body, trying to read her mind...what was she thinking about? Was she remembering what it had been like in the back of Scott's car, sandwiched between his greasy skin and skanky girlfriend? Was Belle feeling as guilty as I had for the first ten days of this situation, trying to mentally reconcile what she'd done with her mother's body?
Or was she remembering how good it had been? And planning to do it again...
It was this thought that really got to me, and I found a bite of my wife's delicious pasta going down wrong. My eyes widened, my face turned red, and I gestured to my throat.
Before I could say a word, I could feel my daughter's hands around my stomach. The Heimlich has been outdated for decades at this point, but when someone of my generation notices that someone's choking, it's the first thing that comes to mind...and hey, it still works.
As a soggy chunk flew from my mouth onto the table, I could see Mary's eyes looking at me, wide.
"Are you okay, Da...uh, dat looked like it hurt."
"I'm fine," I wheezed, pushing my plate away. "I think that's enough for me for the night. I need to catch up on work."
I wasn't lying, either - after sleeping the day away, I really was behind. Neither woman said anything as I took my plate to the sink and made my way to my office, spending the next few hours buried in my laptop.
A full stomach, recently-emptied balls, and a near-death experience somehow mixed to provide the exact right level of energy to have a productive evening. I totally lost track of time as I completed invoices, sorted statements, and replied to impatient emails from my most demanding clients.
I was getting ready to wrap up when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in," I said automatically, rolling my eyes when I saw my daughter at the door, still wearing the provocative outfit she'd had all evening. "Mary..."
"Andrew," she said, and I suddenly noticed the serious look on her face. "The police are at the door."
Chapter 42:
I sat bolt upright in my chair. "What?"
"There are two police officers here," Mary said, my daughter's mouth twisted with worry. "Belle is talking to them now."
My heart leapt, and my mind started racing, imagining every possible worst-case scenario happening at once. Had someone seen the blowjob I'd received that day? Had someone planted a security camera in the house and captured every obscene act we'd partaken in over the last two weeks?
Or maybe Mary and Belle hadn't really switched bodies at all. Maybe they'd set this all up to see what I'd do, to see if I truly was the honorable man I'd claimed to be...and now that I'd failed, they'd turned me in, and I was going to spend the rest of my life rotting in prison for the horrible acts that I'd committed.
"It's okay," my wife said soothingly, reaching our daughter's arm out and touching my arm. In my panic, I slapped it away, immediately regretting my actions when I saw the hurt in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," I said. "We should...I should...can we..."
"Go," she said simply, and I almost tripped over my own feet as I ran down the hall.
My wife's body was standing at the front door as Belle talked to the two police officers. One of them looked like he was a few years older than me, while the other looked like he could have been half my age.
"What seems to be the problem?" I stammered, and they threw me a casual glance
The older one smiled, immediately putting me at ease. Policemen don't look so friendly when they're about to arrest you for fucking your teenage daughter.
Right?
"I'm handling this," Belle said firmly, but I pressed on.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, sir," the younger cop said. "We just, uh..."
He trailed off, and it took me a moment to work out why. My wife had apparently decided this was the best possible time to come and listen - and rather than hiding around a corner, she'd planted our daughter's body in the middle of the room, squarely in sight of both police officers.
And trust me - they'd noticed.
I coughed politely, and the two men standing in front of me tore their attention away from my daughter's exposed skin. The older cop resumed answering my question.
"Someone, uh, reported a strange car hanging around last night," he said, referring to his notes. "We're just checking to see if anyone knows anything."
"N-no," I said, utterly unconvincingly.
"Andrew. I'm handling this."
My wife's tone was so stern that for a moment, I wondered if Mary and Belle had switched back. If that wasn't my wife, she was doing a pitch-perfect impersonation of her...but a glance back at my daughter's body confirmed that yes, that was still Mary.
Belle enjoyed showing off, but Mary's exhibitionism was on its own level. She was completely shameless - her arms were behind her back, pushing Belle's bust forward in a way that showed off her assets while still somehow looking unintentional. As the three of us watched, she tucked one leg behind the other, drawing our attention to her long, smoothly-shaved skin. She swayed back and forth slightly, enough motion to cause her breasts to wobble oh-so-slightly.
She was a walking wet dream, and the combination of her curvy body and innocent attitude was enough to give me an immediate, throbbing erection...despite the two policeman standing right in front of me. Not a particularly smart move, right? They'd likely arrest me if they even suspected I had anything but pure thoughts about my daughter.
"Go to bed," I growled, wishing - not for the first time - that I was a far better actor than I was.
"Okay Daddy," she said, and sashayed her way out of the room.
I forced a neutral expression onto my face, then turned back to the cops and rolled my eyes. "Kids, right?"
"Uh huh," the older one said with a grunt.
"I'll take care of this," Belle said once more, and - unable to come up with an excuse to stay - I left her to talk to the police, and decided to find my wife.
The door to my daughter's bedroom was closed. I don't know if it was intuition or luck, but instead of just opening the door, I paused, instead pressing my ear up against the wooden barrier.
Seconds later, I was firmly marching back downstairs. It had only taken me a moment to tell what was happening - my wife had apparently enjoyed the attention of the two police officers (and my own lustful gaze)...from what I heard, I'd guess that Belle's body was laid out on the bed, loudly masturbating.
Even the Andrew of two days ago might have pushed the door open and hissed at her to stop, but I am not one to make the same mistake twice. If I'd gone in there, I doubt I would have been able to extract myself from the situation without being persuaded to get her off...or at the very least, letting her suck my cock while she finished the job herself.
Even with the police downstairs. Even with Belle (in my wife's body) coming back any moment. Yeah. I simply didn't trust myself - or my wife - any more. The only way to avoid getting into a dangerous situation was to avoid my daughter's body.
At least while she was this worked up.
And so I made my way back to the kitchen, firmly planted my rear end in the chair once more, and sat, desperately hoping that Mary wasn't so lust-drunk that she'd be loud enough for our visitors to hear.
It felt like an eternity before Belle (in my wife's body) joined me. When she did, her worried expression made my heart sink.
"What is it?"
"Spike," she replied, shocking me.
"The guy who...dumped Belle?" I asked, playing dumb.
"Yeah," she nodded, biting her mother's lip. It was a gesture my wife only did when she was trying to turn me on, but when Belle did it (in her own body, anyway) it was typically a sign of nervousness.
The signals were confusing (and the haze of lust I felt like we'd been living in for the past few days certainly didn't help), but I gestured for her to continue.
"He was here last night. I...I went out to see him."
My brow furrowed. Even if my daughter had used Mary's body to fuck him, she...she wouldn't just *tell* me about it, would she?
"Why?" I asked, unable to hide my confusion. Fortunately, in this situation, my reaction made sense no matter what Belle thought I knew.
