In the kitchen getting fucked while Kelly watched

I made my way down the stairs, my footsteps faltering as a familiar sound reached me. Almost drowned out by the whirring of the food mixer, Tina's voice in a low hungry moan. The exact kind of noise she loved to make when we fucked. Not wanting to believe what I was hearing, I peered carefully around the corner, along the downstairs hall and through the open kitchen door. There I saw a sight that made my blood run cold. My beloved wife bent over the kitchen counter and getting fucked like a cheap whore.

White-hot fury flashed through me, and I'd taken several steps before I even realised who she was fucking.

"...Tina, what's the hell has gotten into you?" I heard my own voice, recognised my own face, beaded with sweat and red with exertion.

There was more to their exchange, but it hardly registered. That man was me, not just someone that looked like me but my perfect double, right down to the way he pulled at Tina's long dark hair.

I stepped back, shocked out of my jealous fury. It was only then that I noticed the other figure in the hall with me. The slim fair haired figure of my daughter Kelly, wearing the too tight legging that showed off her long legs and pert behind and made me want to demand she put on some real clothes whenever she wore them.

I expected her to flee from the scene before us, but instead she watched intently as if she was taking notes. Every so often, her hands would stray toward her chest or crotch before she would snatch them away again. Like she wanted to touch herself but was too embarrassed to allow it. Her strange behaviour was what finally made things click for me.

What was it the app had said "three subtitle receivers" and copying my mental state"? Could it be that my mind had been transmitted, not just into this body but into Kelly's as well. Maybe even into Tina's too?

It seemed crazy, but it was the only thing that made sense to me, and there was a simple way to know for sure...

"Yeah, that's quite a show," I said softly and as casually as I could manage.

Kelly, if she truly was Kelly, nearly gave me a heart attack, leaping a foot in the air, her mouth open as she drew breath to scream the place down.

Reflexively, I clapped a hand over her mouth and held her tight to keep her from alerting my double and his/my wife before I was sure they were who I thought they were. She proved stronger than I expected, and for a moment she threatened to wriggle from my grasp. Fortunately, she seemed to recognise me and calm down before I lost my grip.

"Shit, shit sorry princess," I hissed an apology as I carefully released her and tried not to think about the way my still hard cock had been pressed against her, "I didn't mean to startle you. I... I think we should talk, privately..."

She nodded in agreement and followed me away from the pornographic scene unfolding in the kitchen...