Mommy Misplaced
Copyright 2006-2011 Rachael Ross * Adults Only * Not packaged for resale
A Shakespearean Tragedy without all the Shakespeare (or the tragedy, really)
Codes: MFg, b+/g, Fantasy, Preteen-Pedo, Incest, Mast, First, Oral, Preg, School, and whatever else I can think of later
Synopsis: When Jennifer and her daughter Amanda wake up to find their bodies somehow switched, it turns out to be a journey of sexual discovery for the whole family.Mommy Misplaced ~ Daddy's Big Mistake!
Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3
Mommy Misplaced ~ Different Perspectives
Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7
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Mommy Misplaced
Book One - Chapter One
"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 exactly that, and 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 blue 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 only eleven, but 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 three hours had been crazy and she felt entitled. "Or I'll..."
"Or what, Mom?" Amanda giggled and put her hands on her hips, grinning at her mother. "You'll spank me?"
Jennifer stared at the child in disbelief, and then frowned, and then looked down at her diminutive 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 bit of babyfat on her hips, but not too much, she was a beautiful girl. But that was the problem, wasn't it? Twenty-eight year old Jennifer was just a little girl.
Not just any little girl either, because standing only a few feet away was her daughter. Just turned eleven years old, Amanda wasn't supposed to be 5'8" and 122 pounds of fully bloomed womanhood. 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, not overly large perhaps, but they fit her well and people sometimes wondered if they were fake. 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 hadn't been terribly surprised at finding herself in Mommy and Daddy's bed. It had happened before, like when she had bad dreams, or when 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 cried, jumping up and down on the bed and practically hitting her head on the ceiling. 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, 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. She finally decided to blame her husband, because Tom wasn't there when she needed him most, and things tended to be his fault anyway.
Amanda didn't blame anyone. She largely ignored her mother as the woman talked to herself and paced the bedroom carpet. Amanda suspected it was her birthday wish coming true, since she had just turned eleven 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 one of those 10,000 times when she'd gotten frustrated with Amanda. Mommy always liked to talk 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 little girls are, and she accepted it quite easily. But she did have a lot of questions, naturally enough, most of which her mom simply couldn't answer. Or couldn't answer to her daughter's satisfaction, which was much 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 and disregarding her own dire warnings to Amanda about caffeine and growing 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 that I could..."
"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!" Amanda 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," the poor woman sighed, trying to remember it wasn't her daughter's fault. Jen was a good mother usually, better than most actually, and for having a baby so soon after high school, she 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!" she decided with another giggle.
"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 that, 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." She gave her little girl a big hug and they both felt a little better.
"Daddy will fix it," Amanda said confidently. "He'll know what to do."
"I hope so, sweetie," 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 grinned 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. 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. Jen was a practical woman and doctors always knew what to do in her experience. Her father had been an orthopedic surgeon, but she hadn't seen him in a long, long while.
Upstairs, in the meantime, Amanda undressed slowly in front of the bathroom mirror. 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, she 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 tall like she was. The girl backed around and bumped into the clothes hamper, knocking it over with a thump, and then the aluminum towel rack. That mostly clattered as it came loose and fell to the floor. Then she bumped into the toilet and lost her balance and fell on her butt. That made 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 for a moment.
"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 argued 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 upstairs could be. 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 at the same time, and when Amanda pinched them and gave a little pull...
"What are you doing, young lady?" Jennifer stared as her daughter stood just a few feet away with her eyes closed, breathing hard, and pulling on her nipples. On my nipples, Jennifer thought, satisfied with the guilty look on her daughter's face and the good six inches the girl cleared when she jumped straight up in surprise.
"Nothin!" Amanda swallowed thickly and looked down, feeling her face burn with embarrassment.
"Well stop fooling 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 felt 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 she took off her panties, Amanda got a real surprise! She didn't have any hair down there! That disappointed her 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, she 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, she knew she was being silly, but sometimes she just 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. Amanda knew the word, of course, you couldn't be in the 5th grade at Madison Middle School and not know the dirty words. 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 all words, even if she felt a little funny when she said them, giggling with her friends the way kids do when they talk dirty for no real reason except they shouldn't.
But Amanda was a big girl now, so maybe it was okay to say words like that. "This is my pussy," she whispered, her eyes going wide as she looked around, just to make sure she really was alone. "Here pussy, pussy, pussy ... Nice pussy." She laughed, 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 universe ... Until now.
Amanda rubbed her new pussy gently, thinking it felt mostly like her old one, except different. She'd played with her pussy before, but not really. She liked to touch 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 parents hadn't ever told her that touching herself down there was bad, but they had told her plenty of times that someone else touching her was. She wasn't sure what difference that made though. If it wasn't bad for her to do it, why would it be bad for someone else? At least that's what Brian had asked her and he 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 without realizing it as she imagined the look on Brian's face when he saw her.
It felt nice touching herself down there, especially when she'd started thinking about Brian, and that was funny, but not ha-ha funny. It was a warm funny and Amanda licked her lips as she stared down between her long, wide spread legs, pinching and pulling at her lips. They seemed really cute because she hadn't had big pussy lips down there before. Her old body just had thin little lips that didn't do much of anything except stay pink and try to hide in the swell of her sex. 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.
"Pussy lips," she breathed aloud. "I've got pussy lips now!"
Jennifer had gone to her room first, and then slapped her forehead in frustration when she realized she had to go to her daughter's room if she was going to get dressed. She couldn't help pouting unhappily, 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 almost made Jennifer laugh when she paused to think about how she was worrying about clothes when she should have been worrying about getting her body back. A woman can only take so much worrying before she needs a break, however. Men generally don't appreciate that, or even believe it, and the truth is that most women just need a break from one particular worry, and so they find something else to concern themselves with. In Jennifer's case it was clothes, which was always a worry that brought the woman comfort.
"Let's see ... Hmmm..." Jen shook her head and pursed her lips as she looked through the 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 pastel blue, pink, or green. But they seemed so " ... Juvenile," Jen sighed, finally deciding to go with a pair of plain white panties, but at least they had a nice pink bow right in the front.
The woman stripped off her pajamas, pushed down the panties she'd slept in, 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. She twisted her hips and looked over her shoulder, taking in every inch of her new self with the sort of critical eye she'd have never given her only child.
"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, a week after graduating high school.
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 most certainly didn't. But now that it was happening and the woman was staring at her small preteen body, Jennifer mostly forgot all those thoughts. She only wished she'd hurry and grow up! That whatever had happened, whatever the cause, it would reverse itself before she truly lost her composure. 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 usually comes as a surprise and Jen knew that 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, despite her mother's reassuring presence; now it would just be annoying.
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, she knew, just a small one, but uncomfortable all the same. Breasts could get a little tender 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 rather sensitive already. They were 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 serious 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 for the pleasure she'd taken for granted since hitting puberty.
And speaking of pleasure, Jen stared at her pussy. 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 that age. 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's 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 bit. It was like a delicate pink flower unfurling its petals, the soft new flesh peeking outward to reveal the soft, coral interior of Jen's immature sex.
Things started feeling better then, but it was still frustrating because Jennifer did often enjoy masturbation. She liked sex too, of course, but jilling off had always proven enjoyable for her. It relaxed her a little, worked off some stress, but now ... Jen was feeling severely unhappy as she desperately tried 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.Perhaps if she went deeper, for Jen hadn't actually penetrated her adolescent vagina at all. She slid her finger downward, feeling for the tiny opening she knew would be there. Her hairless vulva had taken some color, turning pink beneath her caressing touch.
"Ummm..." Jen sighed, finding the mouth of her vagina. She curled her finger and bit her bottom lip and ... She shouldn't have been surprised to find her hymen intact and right where it was supposed to be, and she might have felt relieved by that if she'd been thinking clearly. Not being able to get so much as her fingertip inside her pussy only added to the mounting frustration, however, and Jen had to resist the urge to take her daughter's virginity out of spite.
But it isn't really mine, she told herself. They'd switch back eventually, they had to, and she was still a mother. She couldn't break Amanda's cherry. Even if it meant nothing to the little girl at the moment, someday it would. Jen had once dreamt of giving herself to a handsome man on her wedding night, but that hadn't happened and she occasionally regretted some of the things she'd done as a teenage girl looking for love. On the other hand, it had been a lot of fun playing the nubile cocktease for the older boys she'd dated, and there'd been a lot of those! She closed her eyes, remembering how nice it was to say no a dozen times in the backseat of a dark car, all the while knowing she'd say yes before the night was through.
She 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, practically virgin pussy she'd sported through the first half of high school.
Jen actually smiled as she teased her maidenhead, gasping at the sharp pinch she found as the thin flesh almost, but not quite tore. Just a fraction more and ... It was a little uncomfortable, but not in a terrible way. Jen thought that maybe this wasn't so bad, losing her virginity to a gentle, experienced finger instead of an awkward boy's clumsy cock. Amanda might even thank her for it some day, or probably not, but Jennifer didn't really care. She couldn't believe how tight she was inside. The walls of her preteen cunt seemed to nurse on her finger like a newborn's mouth. It didn't hurt too much at all, and the small amount of blood probably helped a lot. Was that blood? The soft flesh inside felt oily and warm, and as she began pumping that one long, delicate finger in and out, Jen felt the barest hint of her body's first orgasm lurking deep within her quivering 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 as 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 moving 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 funny button thing at the top of her sex, whatever it was, had really started acting crazy. It was only about the size of the tip of her pinky, hard and shiny and red, but it hadn't been there before, not really. Now it was though. Like a strangely shaped pencil eraser, it had gotten stiff and pointy, and it felt huge. Like bigger than all the rest of her combined, and that's 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, her heart 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 against the hard humming thing at the top of her slit. She'd buried three fingers inside her pussy eagerly, not moving them at all, but making a fist sorta, with her throbbing pussy caught in the middle. The girl couldn't think straight. She couldn't even tell if it hurt or felt good, all Amanda knew was that she couldn't stop. There were voices in her head, like angels controlling her hands and legs and everything else. It seemed almost frightening, but terribly exciting too!
Jennifer wasn't hearing voices, but the sound of her heart pounding in her head had gotten fairly 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 inside, right underneath her baby clit, which 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 pussy, replacing one finger with another. She repeated this for a good long time, her fingers trading places, one hand on her sex, the other in her mouth, all the while humping her round little butt off the bed.
"Uhhh ... oh fuck! Ahhh come on! Oh yeah! Come ... on ... ohhhh ... Fuck!" Jennifer gasped, getting louder and louder as she touched herself, begging her body for release. She felt hot and wet with perspiration, her breathing ragged as her flat chest rose and fell beneath her now aching, pointed nipples. Her butt bounced around wildly as she clenched her thighs tightly to her hand, holding it there permanently while her other hand played across her mouth. She could taste the tang of arousal and the scent filled her nose"Yessss... !" she screamed, her high pitched voice squeaking when her immature body finally embraced its first ever orgasm.
Jennifer rolled onto 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 precious little time for thinking. She'd fallen into a field of butterflies and they rose from her tummy in a cloud of senseless euphoria. It felt 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 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; her fully grown body was very familiar with what was going on. Jennifer had always been a very orgasmic young woman, after all. But Amanda herself, being an eleven year old girl on the inside, had not a single clue to prepare her for such a wonderful, intimate experience. It made her a little crazy, the way most first orgasms do.
"Ohhhh oh God ... Oh God! Mommy? Oh no, I'm s-sorrrrry ... Oh oh oh 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 how he liked to rub her butt and play with her hair 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 really burning up, and so wet down between her legs that the girl was reasonably certain she'd peed all over her fingers without even knowing it.
Her tummy did flip-flops and hot tears ran down her flushed cheeks. Her nipples felt like popcorn sizzling in hot oil, ready to explode any second. Amanda gasped and groaned and squeezed her legs together. When the moment finally came, like an avalanche of soft 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. Water splashed everywhere and she bumped her head against the 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 kept digging into her sex. The girl's thumb mashed hard against the button of her throbbing clit as her helpless body shook 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 her recent climax. "Open the door! Are you okay?"
Bam-Bam-Bam
"Amanda! What's wrong, honey? Open the door!"
Jennifer could hear water splashing and her little girl crying out and it frightened her. Especially when it got quiet, and she 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. There stood Amanda, blushing hotly beneath the water dripping from her skin. The girl's blue-green eyes were wide with wonder as she looked down at her mother.
"I ... I think I broke it," Amanda tried to explain breathlessly. She bent forward and stared at her swollen and obviously excited sex. She seemed dazed and Jennifer hugged her little girl, wrapping her arms around her daughter's waist as they stood naked in the bathroom doorway.
"The bathtub?" she asked, but Amanda shook her head.
"No, Mommy! I think I broke your pussy!"