I moved faster and faster, going deeper on each thrust and driving Jill up the side of the shower wall. Her squeals were loud, reverberating through the small enclosure. She slid a hand to her pussy and buried two fingers up her cunt. I could actually feel them digging against the membrane separating her asshole from her pussy.

Jill came hard. I continued to pound my cock up her ass. Suddenly, an image filled my brain that was perverted, but it wouldn't go away. Jill looked so much like our daughter in so many ways. It wasn't just the hair and the eyes. Their bodies were almost identical. In fact,...