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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 second part of a multi-chapter story. You should
read each chapter in proper sequence in order to achieve greatest
satisfaction. All chapters completed to date may be found free of
charge at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm in both HTML and Plain Text
formats. -rr

Mommy Misplaced
Fiction by Rachael

Chapter 1 - Part 2


"Are you okay sweetie?" Jennifer sat on her bed wrapped in a towel and
stroking her daughter's hair gently. She'd dried the girl off after
her bath, which hadn't really been much of a bath at all, dressed her
in panties and one of her husband's old comfy sweatshirts, and tucked
11 year old Amanda into bed.

"I...I think so." The girl responded, feeling a little embarrassed. "I
was just sort of...looking...and it felt funny and..."

"Shhh..." Jennifer shook her head and smiled, wondering how she was
going to explain to her only child that she'd just had an orgasm. "You
remember when we talked about where babies come from?"

"Yeah." Amanda said slowly, blinking her big blue eyes at her mom,
wondering what that had to do with anything. "The daddy puts his
wiener in the mommy and..." She started to recite dutifully, although
she knew a little bit more than she let on, but not all that much
more.

"Well, I didn't tell you everything." Jennifer interrupted. "See, when
mommy and daddy make a baby, sometimes, well, it feels real good. And
when a girl touches herself, it can feel a little bit like making a
baby, see? Like practicing, sort of. So it feels good and, uh...what?"

"I touched myself before, mom." The girl admitted guiltily, her face
turning a little red. "I mean just a little."

"And it didn't feel the same?" Jennifer offered Amanda an
understanding smile as the girl nodded. "That's because my body, uh,
your body, is more mature. It's older and more ready for stuff like
that."

"Oh." Amanda looked at her mom. "You mean I can have sex now?"

"I didn't say that, Amanda!" Jennifer narrowed her eyes. "There's more
to sex than just having a body for it, and you might look grown up,
but you're not. Do you understand me?"

Jennifer knew she had to make that clear right away, especially now
that the girl had gotten a taste of what good sex could feel like.
Jennifer knew all too well how readily her body responded to pleasure
and it was addictive. She herself had spent most of her life, from age
13 on, trying to feel good all the time and she was too young for
grandchildren! Not to mention what having another baby would do to her
body. Her daughter's body, the woman corrected herself mentally.

"Okay mom." Amanda knew that tone of voice, and knew it was an
argument she couldn't win.

But the precocious preteen couldn't help thinking about how good it
had felt rubbing her pussy in the bathroom. Even though it had
frightened and confused her, she thought it was probably like riding a
bike. That had been scary too, but after a couple tries Amanda had
gotten pretty good at it. She bet if she practiced touching herself
she could get pretty good at that too!

"Good." Jennifer nodding, hoping she'd settled that for good. "I'm
gonna go get dressed, then I'll make us some soup later, okay? So you
stay here and watch some cartoons and I'll be up in a little bit."

"Sure mom." Amanda nodded and grabbed the remote control off the
nightstand, turning on the TV as her mom took one last glance at the
girl and then left the room, closing the bedroom door behind her.

Amanda waited ten seconds, counting slowly in her head before she
turned off the TV, dropped the remote on the nightstand, and reached
down to feel her pussy under the sheets. It was still warm, the girl
thought, like there was a fire in there and she rubbed herself slowly,
pressing a finger against the nylon crotch and between her swollen
labia. All she needed was some practice, the girl reminded herself
with a smile, and this time she'd remember to be quiet too!

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

Jennifer was back in her daughter's bedroom, looking for clothes and
ignoring the bed that she'd messed up. It was a good thing that her
daughter had been too busy to catch her mom masturbating, Jen thought.
That would have been really bad, traumatic maybe, considering the girl
was just an innocent virgin of eleven. Hearing her baby admit that
she'd tried masturbation before had surprised Jennifer, but only a
little, and she wasn't surprised that Amanda hadn't really felt
anything. Jennifer had a lot of experience and it had still taken some
time to get her young body worked up, but she finally had, and guilty
or not, Jen felt sort of proud about that.

The woman decided to dress nice, since it wasn't always easy to get
Amanda into the expensive clothes she bought for her daughter. The
clothes that were in style were ugly, in Jennifer's opinion, loose
fitting with mismatched colors. Her daughter's favorite blouse looked
like it should be decorating a Christmas tree at the Salvation Army,
all red and green and pre-stressed. It was ridiculous. Nope, Jennifer
decided, if there was one good thing about switching bodies with
Amanda it was that she'd at least get some of her money's worth out of
the girl's closet.

Jennifer dressed in a pink and white dress that looked most suitable
for a first communion maybe, or for a flower girl at a wedding. It
wasn't really a practical dress, and Amanda had only worn it once for
the annual family portrait a month before, but it was so cute!
Jennifer loved it and she shrugged into easily, not bothering with one
of Amanda's small t-shirts or a slip, or even panties. Jennifer wanted
to feel that dress all over her body. It was silk and satin, that fell
just above the knees. It had lace around the collar and hem, and a
long pink sash of real silk that wrapped around her tiny waist twice
before Jennifer tied it awkwardly behind her. The woman tried to get
the buttons too, 5 of them along her spine, but that was going to be
impossible to do by herself.

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Amanda had spread her legs wide and she had her eyes closed as she
worked her fingers in and out of her smooth shaved pussy slowly. It
was feeling really good again, even better than before because she
sort of expected those feelings now. She'd taken off the panties less
than a minute after her mom had left the room and now the girl was
glad she had. Her fingers, two of them, were really going deep, as far
as Amanda could get them, and then she'd curl them, just enough to
tickle the roof of her vagina. There was a spot there, like a magic
place inside, that felt better than anything else, even that hard
little nub of flesh that hummed all by itself at the top of her slit.

The girl had also found that rubbing her nipples while she was playing
with her pussy was really, really nice. Especially pinching them, even
though that seemed like it ought to hurt a little. It didn't though,
and Amanda gave a soft little moan every time she did it, squeezing
one hard swollen nipple and giving it a little tug sometimes, or maybe
a twist, and then moving to the other one. That was just about the
best feeling in the world. Her body was really getting hot too, not
just on the outside either, but inside as well, and Amanda was just
about to toss the sheets off her flushed body when she heard the door
opening.

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

"Are you okay, dear?" Jennifer poked her head into the room, feeling a
little self-conscious suddenly about wearing that fancy dress. She
wasn't embarrassed really, but it just seemed silly that she was
wearing it for no reason at all and she hoped her daughter wouldn't
laugh.

"Uhhh..." Amanda jerked and turned on her side, away from the door, her
face turning red as she pulled the sheets up to her chin. "Yeah mom,
just sleepy, that's all." The little girl in the woman's body had a
hard time controlling her breathing and hoped she didn't sound the way
she felt.

"Oh, that's okay. Um, can you button this for me..." Jennifer walked
into the bedroom, "...in the back, I can't reach it."

Amanda swallowed hard and turned over slowly, looking at her mom and
then smiling, almost forgetting that she was so close to getting
caught. "Hey, that's my dress!"

"Hey, this your body, remember?" Jennifer mocked her daughter's
astonishment with a giggle, happy that the girl hadn't made fun of her
for dressing up. "Does it look okay.?"

"Yeah, it looks nice." Amanda said seriously, wondering why it hadn't
looked so nice on her before. She'd thought it had made her look like
a Halloween faerie or something.

"Good." Jennifer smiled, turning around near the bed so her daughter
could reach her easily. "Just button these up, dear."

Amanda did the buttons quickly, sitting up a little so that the sheet
fell down beneath her breasts, but she was able to pull it back up
before her mom could see how dark and hard the girl's nipples were.

"All done?" Jennifer asked.

"Yep." Amanda lay back on the pillows, pulling up the sheet and
smiling up at her mom.

"Thanks." Jennifer smoothed the dress down her thin body, turning her
head over each shoulder. "It's nice, huh?"

"Yeah, really nice." Amanda agreed. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere." Jennifer laughed. "I just wanted to wear it."

"Oh." Amanda didn't know what to say about that. She knew her mom and
dad were a little weird. All parents were, and this was just one more
example. If her mom wanted to play dress up, the way Amanda did
sometimes, she should have gotten some of her old sexy clothes out.

Amanda had tried on a lot of her mom's frilly underwear and even a
couple of the nice dresses in her mom's closet, but of course they
hadn't fit. They would now though, wouldn't they? Amanda felt a little
rush of excitement as she began to realize that if her mom had to wear
her clothes now, then she could wear her mom's clothes! Especially her
sexy ones that she kept in the bottom drawer of the dresser!

"Well, you go ahead and rest now, okay? I'll be right downstairs if
you need anything." Jennifer looked at her daughter smiling, but then
narrowed her eyes a little. "You be good too. Don't forget what I told
you."

"I'm good mom." Amanda nodded, but her fingers were crossed under the
blanket. "I won't forget."

"Okay." Jennifer smiled again, dismissing the little bit of suspicion
that had crept into her mind. Amanda was a good girl, Jen thought,
she'd behave herself.

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

Jennifer went back to her daughter's room, enjoying the way the dress
felt against her bare skin. She'd always loved clothes, ever since she
could remember, and to her mind the best clothes were the ones for
kids, for girls between about 6 and 12 years old. They could look so
young and innocent, or older and not so innocent, it was amazing the
variety of styles that were available, and Jennifer had bought some of
everything for her daughter. It was even a bit of a turn-on for the
woman, who wouldn't have admitted aloud that she had a fetish for
clothes under any circumstances. But inside she knew it. Shopping for
her daughter made the woman so horny it was unbelievable. Not because
she imagined the girl who might wear the clothes, but because of the
clothes themselves. It was a wonder her husband had never noticed how
good the sex was after one of his wife's frequent trips to the mall.

Sometimes Jennifer couldn't even wait to get home, and if her husband
was there she'd find an excuse to get him alone in the car; or even in
a changing room on a couple occasions. It was always wild and
exciting, especially in the changing room. The first time Jennifer had
brought in 3 outfits that she wanted to buy for Amanda. Having sex
with Tom while she held those brand new clothes, pressing the material
to her face, rubbing it across her breasts while her husband nervously
took her from behind, had made the woman cum like crazy.

That same feeling was coming back as she looked through Amanda's
dresser and found what she was looking for: a pair of white tights.
They were soft and silky, with a smooth warm texture, and pulling them
up her legs one at a time almost made Jennifer swoon with delight. She
pulled the tights up under the dress, pulling the soft cotton panel
tight against her immature sex so that her thin pink lips were parted
slightly as the material was wedged into her pussy tightly.

The best part of it was that Jennifer could walk around like that all
day long! Jennifer took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she
fixed her skirts again, pulling the dress back into its proper place
and shape. Her little pussy was throbbing with excitement and Jennifer
giggled to herself. Her new body might never have had an orgasm until
that day, but now it knew how to do it and Jennifer was going to have
to be careful because feeling those tights against her sex was just
about enough to bring the woman off! She'd never felt anything like it
before in her life.

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Jennifer's daughter was having fun with clothes as well. She'd dug
through her mom's underwear drawer quickly, looking for something much
more interesting than the plain blue panties her mom had put on her.
The girl found it too, a leopard print thong that looked too small
even for Amanda's old body. It was like holding a string when the girl
pulled it out, little more than a small triangle of thin material with
a very narrow strip running from the bottom up to the waistband, which
was just another thin strip.

Amanda looked at it doubtfully, not entirely sure it would fit. But it
was in her mom's dresser, and the material was pretty stretchy, so it
was just a matter of figuring out how to put it on. That was sorta
tough though, since the girl had never actually seen her mom wearing
it, nor did it have a tag like her panties did, telling her which side
was the back. Amanda thought the triangle probably went in the back
though, since nobody wanted to show off their butthole, did they? It
seemed like that was something that ought to be covered up all the
time.

The girl stepped into it carefully and pulled the thong up her long
toned legs until the little triangle was snug between the twin rounded
globes of her ass, and the string part split her rubbery pussy lips so
that they were plainly separated as they hung down a good half inch or
so between her thighs. Amanda pulled the waistband up, around her hips
so it was snug and looked at herself in her mom's mirror, giggling at
the way her pussy looked. The back part felt okay, and Amanda could
see it covered her little pinkish brown anus really well, because she
bent over, spreading her ass and looked. The waistband seemed to dip a
little though, in the back, exposing the top of her butt, and a rose
little higher in the front across the swell of her mound, which seemed
strange, but it was strange underwear anyway. Amanda decided she had
it right and looked for something else to try.

Amanda found just what she was looking for when she found one her
mom's peek-a-boo bras. Of course the child didn't know what a peek-a-
boo bra was exactly, and wondered why someone would cut holes in such
a nice and expensive looking bra. It was soft, made of satin with firm
underwire support, and very, very red. Amanda liked it, she liked the
way it felt and especially how looked, and figured if her mom had kept
it, even though it had holes, maybe she liked it that way.

It took some doing to get into the bra, since it was the girl's first
time putting one on. She hadn't even worn a training bra before, but
she'd seen plenty of girls wearing bras, so it was just a matter of
figuring out how to do the little catch. And that wasn't even very
hard because the catch on that bra was right in the front! All the
other ones Amanda had looked at had closed in the back. So Amanda was
really happy with that.

The other hard part was getting her nipples through the holes, since
the bra had to be stretched a bit to make it fit correctly. It took
some concentration, which wasn't easy either, mostly because the funny
panties Amanda was wearing were really rubbing that hard little knot
of tenderness at the top of her slit. The strip of leopard skin went
right over the top of it and pushed down just enough to give her a
little jolt of pleasure every time she moved. That and the way it dug
deep between her pussy lips, which were now getting all wet again; but
this time Amanda knew she wasn't making pee. This was something else
and that excited the girl even more.

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

Jennifer found a pair of shoes, boots really, that didn't go with the
dress at all. She ought to have put on the little white shoes with the
satin finish and pink bows; they would have matched best. But there
was something sexy about the black leather boots that she'd bought for
Amanda against her better judgement. All the other girls had them, or
so the girl had told her mother desperately, so she had to have them
too! Now Jennifer was glad she'd given in to her daughter's urgent
desire to be cool.

They were black with sharp pointed toes and 2" heels that were a bit
much for an eleven year old. When Jennifer put the boots on, zipping
them up as the leather reached just above her tiny ankles, she felt as
if she were wearing the 4" spikes that she'd bought for herself that
same day. The effect on her young body wasn't really that dramatic,
but it did force her to stand so her round little butt pushed out
nicely, and her chest, although flat as a board, was thrust
provocatively so that her small puffy nipples could easily be imagined
beneath the satin of her dress.

"Sexy." Jennifer breathed, modeling for herself in the mirror and
feeling her body tingle all over. She felt a little ashamed of herself
for thinking of her daughter's body that way. She'd never in her life
imagined a child sexually, but she consoled herself with the thought
that it wasn't really a little girl she was staring at. Jennifer was
looking at herself, a 28 year old woman who just happened to have an
eleven year old body. It couldn't be wrong to find yourself sexy,
could it? Jennifer didn't think so, she liked the way she looked and
for a little while actually managed to forget her distress at finding
herself in that peculiar situation.

She made her way downstairs slowly, still getting used to the boots,
but that wasn't all that hard. They were like any other pair of new
shoes. The hard part was keeping her hands off her body. Jennifer
found herself pausing in front of every reflective surface she came
to, admiring herself and feeling her heart skip a beat, or her breath
catch in her throat, or her tiny pussy giving itself a little
involuntary squeeze when she did so. The woman thought about putting
on some makeup, but her daughter was so beautiful...

"I'm so beautiful." Jennifer corrected herself softly with a giggle,
that she thought makeup would have lessened her appearance. Even her
lips, full and moist, had their own soft color, just a shade lighter
than red that made even lipstick out of the question.

But despite her enjoyment and satisfaction with dressing up, Jennifer
was still a worried woman. There was no way she could go through the
rest of her life in her daughter's body. That wasn't going to work for
either of them. Amanda had to go to school; she had to learn from her
friends as well. Growing and maturing the way people were meant to do,
not suddenly thrown into the world as an adult woman. The girl hadn't
even finished 6th grade yet, she hadn't had her first period, or
learned to drive. She'd never been on a date, or a school dance, but
suddenly Amanda was old enough to vote, old enough to drink, old
enough to do anything. It was a scary thought and Jennifer put her
footstool in place and tried to reach her doctor once more.

"Dr. Pierce? Thank goodness!" Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief after
being on hold for nearly 10 minutes. "This is Jennifer Hewitt...What? I
know I sound different, listen. I'm stuck in my daughter's body...No,
her body. Yes, no...Not like that, I mean I'm Amanda and Amanda's me! We
got switched somehow and...Huh? I am Jennifer! No, you can't...what?
Hello? Hello?"

Jennifer frowned and hung up the phone, wanting to slam it and then
kick something, but she remembered her toe, which was still a little
sore, and decided to stay calm. Her doctor hadn't believed her and
Jennifer was tempted to call the woman back and tell her...what?
Jennifer didn't know, but it wouldn't be good. Doctors were supposed
to listen, to observe and evaluate and prescribe, or something like
that. Dr. Pierce had just chided her like it had been a crank phone
call or something. Of course who would believe such a thing anyway?
Jennifer wondered, and having her daughter's voice hadn't helped
either.

It was only noon and it had already been a very long day for the
woman, full of emotional ups and downs, sometimes all at the same
time. Like right then, Jennifer was frustrated with her phone call,
feeling very much alone and unhappy. Another part of her was excited
though, clearly enjoying her predicament and reminding Jennifer that
it wasn't totally bad being stuck in Amanda's body. Especially since
her nipples were like little diamonds in the making, burning from
within even as her virgin sex gave her a little spasm of desire. It
was crazy and Jennifer felt as if she were in a tug of war between
heaven and hell.

Jennifer thought about going to her doctor's office to pay the woman a
visit personally, but how would she get there? Her car was actually a
big Volvo sedan and she doubted her feet would even reach the pedals.
And if she got pulled over by the police, then what? She was eleven
for crying out loud. And what would she do with Amanda? Bring her
along? Jennifer had kept her phone calls secret for a reason, she
didn't want to cause her daughter any more stress than necessary.
Seeing mom worry was bound to be bad for the girl, and Jen's first
instinct was to protect her little girl. But neither could Jennifer
leave Amanda at home alone, nor could she get a babysitter. Even if
she could find one, which was doubtful on short notice in the middle
of a week day, how would Jennifer explain that she needed a 28 year
old woman babysat?

Finally Jennifer decided that she had to get her husband involved. Not
because she thought Tom could really do anything about the situation,
but mostly just because he was her husband and she needed someone she
could trust to talk to. Her best friend, a woman named Susan, was at
work. Her other best friend, April, was off on a holiday in Sweden of
all places, and her mother...Well, Jennifer's mother wasn't a person
rational people turned to for sympathy or advice. Pasta salad, yes,
everyone agreed the woman made a hell of a salad, but a soft shoulder
to cry on? No way.

"What do you mean he isn't there?" Jennifer practically shouted at her
husband's secretary. "Where in the hell is he?...Lunch? For Christ's
sake...what?...Yes, take a message. Tell him his wife called...That's
right, wife you moron...Huh? No my mother isn't here!...Same to you,
bitch!" Jennifer did slam the phone after that, but she didn't kick
anything.

She felt a headache coming and Jennifer rubbed her temples, feeling a
little overwhelmed and decided to lie down for awhile. She'd take a
nap, that's what she needed; a little nap and when she woke up maybe
things would be back to normal. Wouldn't that be something? She could
go back to being herself and... Jennifer looked down at her dress, her
white tights and black ankle boots and sighed. Going back to normal
would almost be too bad. But only almost, the woman smiled tightly,
she could live with the memory of one weird morning a lot easier than
she could live in her daughter's body for the rest of her life.

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Amanda had no such thoughts at all, however, the little girl had
fallen in love with her new body and whatever strange circumstances
had brought it to her. She'd fixed that funny bra finally, getting it
on over her brand new and utterly perfect 36B breasts and then
squeezed and pushed and pulled at her firm flesh until her hard brown
nipples poked through the openings in the soft satin cups. Amanda
loved the way it felt, like someone was holding her tits in two big
soft hands, and sucking on her swollen nipples as they were pinched
through the openings. The underwire support wasn't even necessary, the
girl thought, since her boobs were so firm anyway, but it did make
them look bigger somehow, on the tops especially.

She flicked her nipples playfully, smiling at the sensation as Amanda
lay in her parent's big bed. It felt so good doing that and she didn't
miss her old non-existent boobs at all. The body her mom was now
inside had been dull and boring by comparison; this one was way, way
better the girl decided. She moved a hand down, over her tummy, loving
the way it was taut and smooth, with hard little muscles underneath
the smooth skin. Her mom had worked out a lot at the fitness club and
Amanda was proud of that. Her new body looked as good as anybody's and
a whole lot better than most people's.

Amanda had seen her friends' moms, who weren't much different in age
than Jennifer, and they were mostly sort of fat and saggy, with big
butts and dark wrinkles from having babies. But not Amanda's mom, or
rather not Amanda now, nobody would ever be able to tell she'd had a
baby and that made the girl laugh a little. She really hadn't had a
baby, being just eleven years old. But Amanda had that feeling, that
shivery hot trembling feeling that her mom had said felt almost like
it did when a mommy and daddy were making a baby. She had that feeling
like she wanted to try making a baby too!

That thought made the girl hungry for more and her hand moved down to
play with her distended labia, the long swollen lips of her pussy that
were split apart by the tight strip of leopard skin thong. Amanda
thought making a baby must feel pretty good, probably better than just
practicing to make one like she was doing. There were an awful lot of
babies in the world, after all, so it must be really special.

Amanda tried to imagine what it would feel like making a baby with a
boy. She didn't really like boys in general, but she did like some
boys in particular. Especially older boys, since all the boys she knew
that were her own age were pretty much stupid jerks. But older boys,
like Brian, or even her own daddy, they were okay. Even more than
okay, Amanda liked them a lot. She loved her father, of course, but
even if he wasn't her dad, the preteen thought she'd still like him a
lot. He was tall and handsome and really nice most of the time. That
was why her mom had married him; Amanda was pretty sure, because he
was such a nice and lovable and handsome man.

Amanda rubbed her shaved sex slowly, trying to find the really good
places and figure out how to control herself a little. Her first
orgasm had been wild and scary because she hadn't known anything about
it, but now she was learning and she'd already found that secret place
inside, and her throbbing clitoris was obvious enough, although the
girl didn't really know the proper word for it yet. There were other
things too though, like her pussy lips. They could feel nice too if
she pinched and pulled them just right. It wasn't really a sharp,
electric sensation like she got from pinching her clit, but it was
still exciting and a good change of pace, like giving her body a
different sensation to keep it on edge.

And on edge was right where the eleven year old was, and had been for
quite awhile, biting her lips and moaning softly, trying to stay quiet
although that wasn't very easy. She liked to make noise, especially
when it felt too good not to, and then Amanda would have to stop
whatever it was she was doing and hold her hands up in the air, taking
slow deep breaths until the moment passed and she could start touching
her breasts and pussy again. It was fun like that, but torturous too
and the girl wondered how long she could keep teasing herself before
it got to be too much for her feverish brain to handle. Already her
butt was moving around all by itself, her hips rising to meet her
fingers and there wasn't anything Amanda could do about that. It was
like her body had a mind all its own and the more she touched and
teased it, the more it wanted, like it was hungry for sex.

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

Luckily for Amanda it was during one of her short little breaks, when
she was concentrating extra hard on trying to relax her trembling body
and step back from the brink of orgasm, that she heard her mom coming
up the steps. They were wooden and didn't really creak or squeak or
anything, but the sound of her mom's boots was distinctive enough in
the otherwise silent house. Amanda covered herself up quickly in the
sheets and turned away from the door, making soft little snoring
sounds and hoping it sounded like she did when she was really asleep.
The girl had no idea what she sounded like, of course, since she was
asleep when she was sleeping, but she knew her mother's sleeping
sounds and it wasn't snoring at all. It was just sort of soft
breathing, but that wasn't very loud, so Amanda decided to snore, just
a little.

Jennifer opened the door, peeking in and smiled as she saw her
daughter asleep. The soft snores came slowly and made the woman frown,
wondering if she really sounded like that when she was asleep. Jen
hoped not, maybe her daughter was just really tired or something. She
herself didn't feel so much tired as just worn out, and Jennifer
closed the door again, going to her daughter's room and fixing the
sheets a little before she lay down without bothering to remove even
her boots. She liked the way her clothes felt too much to take them
off, and Jennifer rubbed her hands across her body slowly as she
forced herself to relax, trying not to think too much about what was
going on. There would be time for that later, the woman thought, that
night after her husband got home from work. What she needed right then
was something else, something...special.

Jen sighed as she let her hands go wherever they wanted. One slid up
her skinny little girl thigh, across the soft smooth fabric of her
tights to find her warm sex, hidden safely away. The other hand was on
her tummy and chest, feeling the dress and the small young body
beneath it. Jen's nipples throbbed and she felt that comfortable ache
of desire as her heart sped up in time with her fingers, rubbing her
preteen sex through the thin cotton crotch. It was good like that, so
good, and Jen knew it wasn't going to take long to bring her immature
body to another wonderful orgasm. Only it's second one ever, but
definitely not the last. Especially if Jen was going to be stuck in
her daughter's body forever, she was going to be doing this a lot! And
that thought made the woman giggle until her fingers made her gasp
with pleasure.

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Amanda smiled to herself as her mom left and pushed the sheets away
from her too hot body. She was damp with sweat and it seemed like her
whole body was on fire inside. She knew her body wanted to have
another orgasm, and another one after that, and probably a hundred
more besides. The little girl wasn't going to be able to stop herself
either, she sensed that as her fingers went once more between her
legs, and her left hand found her right nipple hard and eager. She
wasn't going to try and stop this time, Amanda decided, she was just
going to do it and do it and do it. All she had to do was make sure
she was quiet when it happened.


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