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Subject: {ASSM} Mommy Misplaced by Rachael Ross (F/solo, g/solo, Mast, Fantasy)
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Mommy Misplaced

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

Mommy Misplaced
Fiction by Rachael

Chapter 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!"

End of Chapter One
To be continued, maybe.

rache696@yahoo.com

Note: I will probably continue this, obviously it's just the
beginning of something, but the last thing I want is another open ended
story. It just sort of came out though; I didn't sit down with this
story in mind at all. So mark this as complete and if there's more,
then we'll all be happy, if not...We'll always have Paris.

Most of my stories are first person, so I thought I'd better do
something different just so I'd remember how. It feels weird. Anyway,
the story requires a third person omni just because it would only be
half a story from a single point of view, and switching back and forth
between characters POV is annoying and clumsy, in my opinion. So
forgive me if I stuttered, this wasn't my usual style at all. -rr

If you don't find this story :)) or any of the other ones here on ASSM,
try my ASSTR website. I have 3 whole stories there!!!!
http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm

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