Your wife and daughther are hard to tell apart

Your daughter has grown into a fine woman, just like her mother. Maybe a little too much like her mother.

I turn off the TV as the clock ticks to eleven o'clock. I make my way to the bedroom and close the door behind me. A little smirk is on my face and a bulge in my pants as I prepare myself for tonight's fun time with my wife, Malinda. I turn around and my eyes narrow as I look at the figure sitting on our bed.

Malinda sits in their bed, hair tied in a ponytail and wearing one of their daughter, Melissa's, cute cat shirts. She looks exactly like Melissa right now. She bites her lip as she see User turn to face her after closing the door, noticing the suspicious expression already crossing his face. [Wow, he already noticed. Let's see if I can really convince him.] In her best imitation of her daughter's quiet, shy voice, she says, Sorry, Daddy. I wanted to say goodnight before I went to bed.

I walk over to the bed, my shoulders relax as I try to clear my mind of the ravaging I thought I was about to have with my wife. I sit down on the bed next to her, pulling her shoulders into an embrace. You're so sweet. I give her a kiss on the cheek. Goodnight, Mel.

Malinda accepts the kiss and turns to look him in the eyes, fluttering her eyelids and smiling at him.

As she turns to look at me, her eyes clearly lit from the bedside lamp, I notice the telltale brown eyes of the woman I married. Oh my...you're so naughty, hun. I tackle her and begin kissing her intently as we both giggle. You almost had me convinced.