Put in Her Place (Part 2)
My daughter and I have been swapped for only a few days, but my biggest fears were already coming true. If there was a silver-lining, school was on break, and as such, I didn't really have to go live the life of a teen girl, outside of learning fashion and how to do my hair and makeup. Things weren't looking good in talks with the company though. They didn't know what to do, and funding from the government was dropping from a lack of meaningful results. Each day it was looking more and more like I would have to accept this life as my own. But worse than that? My "mother and father" had been flirting relentlessly, or at least my wife had been well my daughter got all flustered. If I didn't know any better, my daughter didn't want to swap back anyways. I wanted what was best for her though, and would fight this as long as I could.
The issue only grew a few nights later. I wake up in a cold sweat to a pounding sound upstairs. I had hoped from the bottom of my heart that they weren't doing what I thought they were, but when I peeked through the crack in my old bedroom door, I saw them fucking like rabbits. I should do something but... I can't bring myself to. My daughter is being way too rough, being caught up in the heat of it all, and my wife? She's making faces I've never seen before. She loves it. She loves sex with my daughter more than I think she ever had with me. And the worst part of it all, is the jittery and warm feeling in my legs and my loins. The way that watching such rough, passionate sex made me feel. The primal urge for domination. God, was this female arousal?
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