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Mommy Misplaced

Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story codes: F/solo, g/solo, masturbation, transformation fantasy

Note: This is the first part of a multi-chapter story.

Mommy Misplaced
Fiction by Rachael

Chapter 1 - Part 1


"What do you think you're doing?" Jennifer stared at her daughter in
disbelief.

"Eating ice cream." Amanda shrugged, giving her mom a funny look. "You
said when I was all grown up I could eat ice cream anytime I wanted,
remember?"

Jennifer had said that, on more than one occasion, but that wasn't the
point.

"I don't care what I said!" Jennifer brushed a lock of straight blonde
hair from her pretty green eyes. "I didn't spend 20 hours a week at
the fitness center just so you could turn me into pig!"

"Jeez mom! Okay...okay..." Amanda was 11 but she was smart and sort of a
smart-ass too, in her mother's opinion. "Have a fit why don't'cha!"
The girl dropped her spoon in the sink with a rude clatter and closed
the container, licking her lips while she put what was left of the ice
cream back in the freezer.

"Don't take that tone with me, young lady!" Jennifer was going a
little over the top, she realized, but the last 3 hours had been crazy
and she felt entitled. "Or I'll..."

"Or what, mom?" Amanda giggled and put her hands on her hips, turning
to look at her mom. "You'll spank me?"

Jennifer stared at the child in disbelief, and then frowned, and then
looked down at her little body with a sigh. She couldn't give anyone a
spanking, except maybe a baby, and her daughter was certainly no baby.
With long blonde hair, like her daughter's and bright blue eyes
looking out from her pretty heart shaped face, Jen was all of 4"10
tall and maybe 85 pounds if she was really wet. Thin with no breasts
at all yet, just puffy bubblegum nipples and a little babyfat on her
hips, but not much. She was a beautiful girl, but that was the
problem, 28 year old Jennifer was just a little girl.

Not just any little girl either, because standing just a few feet away
was her daughter. Just turned eleven years old, Amanda wasn't supposed
to be 5'8" and 122 pounds of womanhood in bloom. But there she was,
with her blonde hair in an expensive French curl, soft greenish blue
eyes, and slightly pouting lips. Her breasts were proud and firm, only
B cups but they fit her well and people sometimes wondered if they
were fake, but they weren't. The girl had generous hips and a sweet
round ass that had taken a lot of sweat to get back to perfection
after having a baby. Her legs weren't bad either, but for the money
Jennifer paid at the club she considered them just adequate and spent
a lot of time on the stair-master.

It had been confusing enough waking up in Amanda's bed, but that had
been nothing compared to Jennifer finding herself in her daughter's
body. Her scream would have woken up her husband, Tom, a notoriously
deep sleeper, but he'd already left for work. Instead it had woken up
Amanda, who'd been just a little surprised to find herself in mommy
and daddy's bed. It had happened before, like when she had bad dreams,
or there was a really bad lightning storm. Amanda didn't like
lightning very much, or most especially the thunder.

She didn't remember any dreams though, or a storm, but the girl hadn't
really been thinking about it either. She was too busy screaming as
well when she happened to glance down at her body, wondering why she
felt...bigger, or something. Amanda's scream, unlike her mother's in the
next room, was a happy one.

"I grew up! I grew up!" She was jumping up and down on the bed,
practically hitting her head on the ceiling and when she picked up her
feet, letting her butt fall onto the mattress the way she liked to end
a good bed jumping session, well the whole bed just collapsed! Wasn't
that funny? Amanda thought so and she was sitting on the broken bed
giggling happily and looking at her big feet and wiggling her big toes
when Jennifer found her.

After that there'd been the usual recriminations one typically found
in such circumstances. Jennifer blamed the government first, being a
staunch democrat, and then wondered about aliens, because one never
knew, and finally decided to blame her husband, because he wasn't
there when she needed him most, and things tended to be his fault
anyway.

Amanda didn't blame anyone, and largely ignored her mother as the
woman talked to herself and paced the bedroom carpet. Amanda suspected
it was her birthday wish, since she had just turned 11 the week before
and had wished that she was bigger. She couldn't wait to grow up and
now it had happened! That seemed like pretty good proof to her. But it
was just possible that someone had heard her mother on one of those
10,000 times she'd gotten frustrated with Amanda and started in about
how they should trade places someday and blah blah blah...Well, maybe
God, or the Tooth Fairy, or maybe even Santa Claus had heard her mom.
It was possible, except Amanda didn't really believe in any of those
things anymore. Except God, of course and if anyone could do something
like this, He could.

It took some time to calm down, or at least look at each other and
face the truth of the situation. Well, it took time for Jennifer,
Amanda was blessed with childhood wonder, as most 11 year olds are,
and she accepted it quite easily. But she did have a lot of questions
of course, most of which her mom simply couldn't answer, or couldn't
answer to her daughter's satisfaction, which was the same thing to
Amanda.

"Do I have to go to school today?" Amanda asked. It was almost eight
in the morning and she was going to be late if she didn't get going.

"No." Jennifer looked down at the kitchen table, drinking coffee,
disregarding her own dire warnings to Amanda about caffeine and little
girls.

"Can I drive the car?" Amanda looked at her mother hopefully, smiling
because she didn't have to go to school. There was a math test that
day and she hated math.

"No." Jennifer took a deep breath, and bit her bottom lip.

"Can I have a boyfriend now?" Amanda had saved the big question for
last. "You said when I was big I..."

"No!" Jennifer slapped her small hand on the table. "I know what I
said. You're not that big yet."

"But I'm as big as you!" Jennifer giggled. "And you married daddy!"

Jennifer held her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. She
didn't know what was going on. Maybe she was going crazy, she thought.
Maybe she was still asleep and dreaming. But she'd already pinched
herself 4 times and hadn't woken up at all.

"Mommy, do I still have to call you mommy?" Amanda blinked at her
mother.

"Yes." Jennifer sighed, trying to remember it wasn't her daughter's
fault. She was a good mother usually, better than most actually, and
for having a baby young, Jen had done alright for herself and her
family.

"Okay!" Amanda hopped off the chair, even though her feet were already
on the floor, and gave her mom a hug. Her arms went all the way around
too, which Amanda thought was really cool. "You're my little mommy
now!" Amanda giggled.

"Don't say that!" Jennifer shook her small body loose from the hug.
"And stop talking like a baby!"

"Okay, sorry mom." Amanda turned her head and rolled her eyes. Usually
her mom liked it when Amanda talked like a little girl, when she was
worried anyway. Not this time though and that did confuse the girl
somewhat, but there wasn't anything she could do about it.

Jennifer sighed again, nodding her head apologetically. "Me too, baby.
I shouldn't have yelled like that. I'm sorry. Come here." And she gave
her little girl a big hug and they both felt a little better.

"Daddy will fix it, mom." Amanda said confidently. "He'll know what to
do."

"I hope so, Amanda." Jennifer replied, but she wasn't so sure anyone
could fix this. "Why don't you go take a bath now, okay?"

"A bath?" Amanda looked at her mom. "I took one before I went to bed."

"So? I didn't...Take another one." Jennifer smiled on the outside, but
inside she was grinding her teeth as she gave her daughter a push.

"Are you pushing on me, mom?" Amanda giggled because she could barely
feel it, but then she caught the look on her little mommy's face and
decided a bath would be a good idea. "Uh, okay mom, I'll um...go take a
bath..."

Jennifer counted to ten, actually she'd been counting to ten and now
she was counting back down to one, and that helped. Now she needed the
phone. If anyone could help it would be Dr. Pierce, her gynecologist.
The woman was old and competent and Jennifer trusted her like a
favored Aunt.

In the meantime, Amanda was undressing slowly in the bathroom. She
wasn't really wearing that much anyway though, her mom liked to sleep
in panties and a big Sleepy-Tee, like a t-shirt that reached the
knees. It was pink with red hearts across the chest. It felt pretty
good, but not as good as pajamas, Amanda thought.

The girl pulled it over her head, becoming slightly confused because
it was sorta like going through a warm soft tunnel, being so big and
all. The girl backed around and bumped into the clothes hamper,
knocking it over with a thump, and then the aluminum towel rack and
that mostly clattered. Then she bumped into the toilet and lost her
balance and fell on her butt. That was a whump sort of sound, and it
hurt, but not very much at all, and the girl poked an arm under the
half-on, half-off t-shirt and rubbed her butt a little.

"I need to speak with her now! What do you mean she isn't in yet? She
doesn't play golf! Get her on the phone!" Jennifer was arguing with a
receptionist who was trying to explain what office hours meant. "Does
it sound like an emergency? Yes, it's a fucking emergency you twit!
What? No you can't speak to my mother! I am my mother! What? Hello...
Hello?"

Jennifer slammed the phone into the cradle and stepped off the stool
she'd had to stand on to reach it. Then she kicked the stool, just
because it was a stool, and that really hurt! Jennifer hopped up and
down, holding her injured right foot and wondered what all that
thumping and whumping was upstairs. She shook her head and limped to
the stairs, deciding she should at least change her clothes, the
Minnie Mouse print on the pajamas she'd bought for Amanda's birthday
didn't seem so cute that morning.

"Holy Moly!" Amanda stood in front of the full length mirror that was
attached to the bathroom door and admired her body, or rather her
mom's body, but it was hers now, the girl thought with a smile.

Amanda looked at her boobs, figuring they were probably the nicest
boobs in the city, if not the whole world. Way better than Shelly
Nimwack's boobs, she was 13, and even better than Brandy Buckhead's,
who was 15 and liked to show off. Amanda's boobs were perfect and as
she touched them the child found that they felt pretty nice too. In
fact the more she touched them, the better they felt, and that was
strange. She'd touched her own boobs plenty of times before and hadn't
felt anything like this. Amanda especially found her new nipples
interesting, and when they got hard it was funny because her heart
started beating faster too, just a little. They felt kinda cold, and
hot too, stiffening all at the same time, and when Amanda pinched them
and gave a little pull...

"What are you doing, young lady?" Jennifer stared at her daughter who
was standing just a few feet away with her eyes closed, breathing
hard, and pulling on her nipples. On my nipples, Jennifer thought. She
was satisfied with the look on her daughters face, and the good 6" the
woman, er, girl jumped straight up in surprise.

"Nothin!" Amanda swallowed thickly and looked down, feeling her face
burn with embarrassment.

"Well stop foolin' around with my boobs and get in that tub." She gave
her daughter a hard look. "Now!"

"Okay mom." Amanda nodded seriously and turned around, breathing a
little sigh of relief as her mother closed the door. She figured she'd
better lock it, even though her parents had told her to never lock the
bathroom door in case she slipped or something. But she wanted to
check her new body out a little more and besides, she was a big girl
now!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Amanda ran water into the tub, conscious of the way her new body felt.
She'd been conscious of it all morning really, but now she was
practically naked and could see what she was feeling, so that made it
better. When the girl bent over it was funny, because she could feel
her boobs hanging down. They must be heavy, the girl thought, but when
she held them in her hands they didn't feel all that heavy. They just
felt good and warm mostly.

When the girl took off her panties she got a real surprise! She didn't
have any hair down there! That disappointed Amanda because the last
time she'd seen her mom naked, which wasn't that long ago, maybe a
month or two, her mom's sex had been covered with a little bush of
golden hair. That had been at the swimming pool, when they were
changing clothes in the locker room and Amanda had wondered at the
time when she'd start getting some hair, but it hadn't been that big
of a deal. Now though, Amanda pursed her lips, frowning just a little
as she looked at herself carefully, there wasn't any hair at all.

"I hope I didn't do that!" Amanda said softly to herself, wondering if
maybe her new body had lost all its hair when they'd switched. Maybe
her old body had a bunch of soft blonde hairs between its legs now!
That thought made the girl giggle a little, she knew she was being
silly, but sometimes the girl couldn't help it.

She sat on the cool edge of the tub, waiting for the water, and looked
at her pussy a little more. She knew the word, of course, you couldn't
be in the 6th grade at Madison Middle School and not know them. Unless
you were a complete dork, and Amanda wasn't a dork, she was pretty
popular and a lot of people liked her, and liked to talk to her. So
she'd heard the words, even if she felt a little funny when she said
them, giggling with her friends the way kids do when they say words
like that.

But Amanda was big now, so maybe it was okay to say words like that.
"This is my pussy." She whispered, her eyes going wide and she looked
around, just to make sure she really was alone. "Here pussy, pussy,
pussy...nice pussy." She was laughing, being silly again, but it was
just so much fun having a real body, even if it wasn't really hers.
The girl felt like she was back at Disney World, which had been the
best thing in the whole world...Until now.

Amanda rubbed her new pussy a little, thinking it felt mostly like her
old one, except different. She'd played with her pussy before, but not
really, just touching it sometimes in the bath, or in bed, wondering
if she'd get hair, or when she'd get her first period and what that
would be like. And sometimes, just once in awhile, it had felt good,
like maybe real good in a weird way she couldn't describe, but when
that happened Amanda would always stop because it made her nervous.

Her folks didn't really tell her that touching herself there was bad,
but they had told her plenty of times that someone else touching her
was. She wasn't sure what the difference was though, if it wasn't bad
for her to do it, why was it bad for someone else? At least that's
what Brian had asked her and Brian was pretty smart because he was 17
already. Amanda hadn't known the answer and she hadn't let him touch
her there either, just in other places, which didn't seem so bad.
Brian was cute too, Amanda thought, all the girls thought so, all of
Amanda's friends. They were gonna be so jealous! The girl giggled and
then sighed a little without realizing it.

It felt nice touching herself down there, especially when she'd
started thinking about Brian, and that was funny, but not haha funny.
It was a warm funny and Amanda licked her lips as she stared down
between her long spread legs, pinching and pulling at her lips which
seemed really cute because she hadn't had really big lips down there
before. Her old body just had thin little lips that didn't do much of
anything except stay pink. These ones though, Amanda smiled to
herself, these lips were long and sort of rubbery and they even seemed
to get a little bigger, turning darker as the girl pulled them and
pinched them and rolled them under her fingers.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Jennifer had gone to her room first, and then slapped her forehead
gently when she realized she had to go to her daughter's room if she
was going to get dressed. She was pouting a little, since the woman
had spent a fortune on clothes and now she couldn't wear any of them.
"What a waste." Jen muttered to herself. "But she'd been no slouch
about spoiling Amanda either, in fact she liked shopping for her
daughter almost as much as shopping for herself. So maybe there was
some hope.

It made Jennifer giggle a little, when she paused to think about how
she was worrying about clothes when she should have been worrying
about getting her body back. But a woman can only take so much
worrying before she needs a break, although men generally didn't
believe that and the truth was that most women just needed a break
from one particular worry, and so they found something else to concern
them with. In Jennifer's case it was clothes, which was always a worry
that brought the woman comfort.

"Let's see...Hmmm..." Jen was shaking her head and pursing her own lips as
she looked through Amanda's dresser first. "God, this is a nightmare!"
The woman was looking for underwear and all of Amanda's were cute,
with Barbie, or Cinderella printed on them; or just plain white and
pastels, blue, pink, and green...But they were so "Juvenile." Jen
sighed, finally deciding to go with plain old white panties, but the
pair had a nice pink bow right in the front.

The woman stripped off her pajamas, and then her panties and stood
there naked as a jay bird, looking at herself in the big mirror on
Amanda's dresser. But she was too short to see everything, so Jen had
to get on the bed, standing there a little wobbly as her small feet
sank into the mattress, turning this way and that.

"I hate being little again!" Jennifer groaned under her breath. She
hadn't much liked being 11 the first time she'd done it and there was
little evidence that she'd like it any better this time around.
Jennifer had been in a hurry to grow up, just like her own daughter
was, or maybe even more so. She'd grown up in a broken home, living
with her mom, 2 brothers and a sister, and it had given the young
Jennifer plenty of opportunity to grow up as quickly as she liked.
That had resulted in getting pregnant at 16 and having Amanda at 17
and then marrying Tom, Amanda's father on her 18th birthday.

Jennifer always thought that if she could do it all over again, she'd
do it differently. Not that she wanted to do it all over again, she
didn't. But now that it was happening and the woman was staring at her
small eleven year old body, Jennifer mostly forgot all those thoughts,
just wishing she'd hurry and grow up! This wasn't fair at all and she
started thinking about what was coming, annoying stuff that she'd
suffered through like all young women did.

"I'm gonna get my first period again." Jennifer rolled her eyes,
talking to the little girl in the mirror as if warning her. "Fucking
great. That'll be a mess." The first one was usually a surprise and
Jen knew some morning she'd wake up with a stain between her legs, but
at least she'd know what to do. The first time it had been pretty
scary.

She ran her hands across her breasts, feeling her nipples which seemed
a little swollen, like they were trying to grow. That was going to be
another ache, just a little one, but uncomfortable all the same. Boobs
could get a little sore and sometimes even hurt when they grew and it
looked to Jennifer like she'd be an early developer, just like she'd
been the first time around. A year from now, maybe less, Jen thought
as she thumbed her nipples gently, I'll be wearing a training bra.

"Fashion disaster." The woman blinked at herself and realized her
nipples were a little sensitive and even getting hard. That was cute
and not entirely unexpected, but it still surprised the woman. Her
real nipples, the ones on her real body, were little pleasure buttons,
and Jen missed them already. But maybe these would be alright in a
year or two, Jen frowned. She just didn't want to wait that long.

And her pussy, Jen stared at it. It was little more than a narrow slit
really, the lips tucked in nice and neat, with just the barest hint of
what might someday be a real clit right at the top. Amanda had a small
pussy, her mother thought, forgetting that her own sex hadn't been all
that much different at eleven. Tiny even, Jen shook her head. She
rubbed along the slit, finally deciding to sit down on the bed and
explore herself the right way. She didn't need a mirror for this!

She was dry and Jennifer licked her finger, getting it good and wet
before she worked it slowly into the crease of her little girl vagina.
It felt nice enough, about the same as anyone might expect, but it
didn't feel the same as it did with her old body, that was for sure.
This was more like scratching behind the ear or something, it felt
good, but it didn't feel real good. Jen explored slowly anyway,
working her finger back and forth, wetting it occasionally in her
mouth and watching as her pussy lips did finally seem to enlarge just
a little bit. It was like a delicate pink flower unfolding its petals,
the soft new flesh peeking out a just little to reveal the soft
interior of Jen's immature sex.

It started feeling better then, but it was still frustrating because
Jennifer did really enjoy masturbation. She liked sex too, of course,
but masturbation was always enjoyable for her. It relaxed her a
little, worked off some stress, but now...Jen was feeling severely
unhappy as she desperately sought pleasure to bring her anxious mind
some peace, if only for a few moments. It wasn't happening though, as
good as it felt, her body just wasn't quite ready to give itself over
to anything close to an orgasm. At least not without a lot more work
and a much better mood than Jen was sporting at the moment.

Jennifer rubbed her slit and did enjoy the feeling of being so tight
again. It wasn't that her old body was especially big down there, it
wasn't, but she'd had a child, for one thing, and no matter what sort
of exercises you did, no matter how good your genes were, it changed a
person. Not that anyone had complained, her husband especially knew
better than to say anything, but Jen knew she was a little sensitive
to the changes she'd endured and then spent years reversing. She
missed the tight little practically virgin pussy she'd sported through
the first half of high school and she was actually smiling as the
woman pushed a finger inside, gasping at the warm tightness she found.
It was a little uncomfortable, but not in a bad way, and Jen thought
that maybe this wasn't so bad, and she could feel the barest hint of
her small body's first orgasm lurking deep in her the recesses of her
tummy.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Amanda had forgotten all about the water, in fact she'd forgotten
pretty much everything except how good her new pussy worked. It was
crazy, like everywhere the little girl touched herself she got a
little electric shock or something. Except it wasn't real electricity,
it was like candy electricity, sweet and yummy and her body ate it up.
She was big down there too, finding that she could put two and even
three fingers inside her vagina, which had grown so wet the girl had
thought she'd peed herself for a scary moment there. Amanda liked the
way her fingers felt, going in and out, slowly sometimes and faster
other times. And sometimes not really moving them at all, but just
wiggling her fingers like she was scratching herself from the inside
out. That felt really good for some reason.

And that thing at the top of her sex, whatever it was, it was really
acting crazy. It was only about the size of the tip of her pinky, hard
and shiny and red, and it hadn't been there before, not really, but
now it was and it felt huge. Like bigger than all the rest of her
combined, and that was saying something because Amanda was a big girl
now. It seemed to buzz and hum and when the girl rubbed it, just a
little with her wet sticky fingers it made her heart spin like a top!
It wasn't beating anymore, Amanda didn't think, it was spinning and
the child could hardly breathe.

"Ohhh...ah...uhhh...owww....yeee...ah...aiiii..." Amanda might have been back in
second grade, practicing her vowel sounds, but she wasn't, she was
rocking on the edge of the bathtub, her thighs clenched tightly
together as she pressed her palm to the hard humming thing at the top
of her slit and dug three fingers inside her pussy eagerly. The girl
couldn't think straight, she couldn't even tell if it hurt or felt
good, all she knew was she couldn't stop. There were little voices in
her head, controlling her hands and legs and everything else. It was
almost terrifying, but terribly exciting too!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Jennifer wasn't hearing voices, but the sound of her heart pounding in
her head was pretty loud. She'd found a good way of rubbing her little
pussy, like a secret magic trick, that seemed to be the key to getting
what she wanted. All the woman had to do was keep rubbing that spot,
right about where her baby clit was still hiding in its sheath, and
she was going to cum. Jen could sense it. The woman licked her
fingers, sucking them into her mouth as she moaned around them, and
then brought them down to her pre-teen sex, replacing her other hand.
She repeated this for a good long time, her fingers trading places,
one hand on her sex, the other in her mouth, humping her little butt
off the bed.

"Uhhh...oh fuck...ahhh come on...oh yeah...come...on...ohhhh...!" Jennifer was
getting louder and louder as she touched herself, begging her body for
release. She was hot and wet with perspiration, her breathing ragged
as her flat chest rose and fell beneath her now aching and puffy
pointed nipples. Her butt bounced off the bed wildly as she clenched
her thighs tightly to her hand, holding it there permanently while her
other hand played across her mouth. "Ahhhh...fuuuuck!" She screamed, her
high pitched little girl's voice squeaking when her little body
finally gave itself up almost reluctantly to its first ever orgasm.

Jennifer thrashed wildly, rolling over on her left side, curling up as
stars exploded behind her tightly shut eyes. It had to be the best
orgasm of her life, the woman dimly thought, but there was little time
for thinking, she was falling into a field of butterflies, rising from
her tummy and it was sooooo good. She was cumming hard, letting loose
with abandon now that her body had surrendered completely. She cried
out, filling the bedroom and much of the house with her happy shrieks
of newfound sexual pleasure.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Amanda didn't hear anything though, although she might have if she
weren't on the brink of her own first ever orgasm. Of course it wasn't
really her first, Amanda's body was very familiar with what was going
on; it was very orgasmic afterall. But Amanda herself, being an eleven
year old girl on the inside, she had no clue at all and it was making
her a little crazy, she thought.

"Ohhhh oh God...oh God...mommy...ohh God...I'm s-sorrrrry...oh god god god...!"

Amanda was afraid she was doing something wrong, like maybe she'd
broken something. Her body wouldn't stop moving and her mind wouldn't
think about anything for more than a second before it thought about
something else, mostly Brian actually, and what kissing him felt like
and that seemed like strange things to be thinking about. Especially
since her body was bouncing around, shivering like she was cold when
she was burning up, and so wet down between her legs that the girl was
reasonably certain she was peeing without knowing it.

Her tummy was doing flip-flops and there were little tears running
down her flushed cheeks and her nipples felt like they were trying to
fly off. Amanda gasped and groaned and squeezed her legs together and
when the moment finally came, like an avalanche of warm gingerbread
covering her body. The little girl in the big body screamed aloud,
shutting her eyes and twisting her body so hard that she fell
backwards into the now very full bathtub, splashing water everywhere
and bumping her head against the cool tiled wall. That might have hurt
a little, or even a lot, but Amanda didn't even notice. She was too
busy cumming for the first time in her young life, her fingers digging
in her sex, her hand pressed hard against the fire in her clit, and
her body shaking like a leaf.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Ohhh...god..." Jennifer whispered, lying on Amanda's disheveled bed and
breathing hard. She swallowed thickly, blinking at the teddy bear next
to her. "Was it good for you too?" She giggled lightly and then
frowned as she heard her daughter's screams, the sound finally
penetrating Jen's slowly clearing mind.

Bam bam bam

"Amanda..." Jennifer pounded on the bathroom door, still naked and
flushed with recent pleasure. "Open the door! Are you okay?..." bam
bam bam "Amanda! What's wrong...Open the door!"

Jennifer could hear water splashing and her little girl crying out and
it frightened her. Especially when it got quiet, and Jennifer was
almost ready to try and kick the door open, forgetting for the moment
that she was only eleven again. But then the doorknob turned and the
door opened and there stood Amanda, her body blushing red and dripping
water, and the girl's blue-green eyes wide with wonder as she looked
down at her little mommy.

"I...I think I broke it..." Amanda tried to explain breathlessly, finally
looking down at her swollen and obviously excited sex. She seemed
dazed and Jennifer hugged her little girl, wrapping her arms around
her daughter's hips as they stood in the bathroom doorway. "I think I
broke your pussy, mommy!"


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End of Chapter 1 - Part 1

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