Mommy Misplaced
Book One - Chapter Two
"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 somewhat 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 began to recite dutifully, although she knew a bit more than she let on.
"Well, I didn't tell you everything," her mother 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." Amanda's cheeks blossomed with guilt. "I mean, just a little."
"Oh. Um...and it didn't feel the same?" Jennifer asked, offering her daughter an understanding smile and getting a nod in reply. "That's because my body, uh, your body now, is more mature. It's older and more ready for stuff like that."
"It is?" Amanda looked down at herself, regarding the obvious shape of her 28-year-old body beneath the covers. Her breasts formed a generous ridge and she had to lift her head off the pillow to see the valley of her flat tummy on the other side. She had real hips and long legs and pussy lips, Amanda reminded herself. Her Mommy sat next to her and she looked so small by comparison. It seemed kind of funny hearing her talk the same as always, using the same words, but in the high-pitched, birdlike voice of a preteen girl. Her mom's feet didn't even reach the floor!
"You mean I can have sex?" she asked. "Can I make a baby now?"
"I didn't say that, Amanda!" Jennifer narrowed her eyes. "There's more to sex than just having a body for it. You might look grown up, but you're not. Do you understand me?"
Jennifer realized 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, but only reluctantly.
"Okay Mom." Amanda knew that tone of voice, and 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 at first 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!
"Alright." Jennifer nodded, hoping she'd settled that issue once and for all. "I'm going to get dressed and then I'll make us some soup later, okay? So you stay here and watch some cartoons. I'll be up in a little bit."
"Sure Mom," Amanda agreed. She grabbed the remote control off the nightstand, turning on the TV as her mom took one last glance at the girl and 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 still smoldering. She rubbed herself slowly, pressing a finger against the nylon crotch of her new panties. They'd been her mother's before, so they weren't really new, but...Oh! Amanda found her swollen labia, warm and oily and rubbery. All she needed was some practice, the girl reminded herself with a smile, and this time she'd remember to be quiet too!
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Jennifer went back to 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 mother masturbating, Jen thought. That would have been really bad, maybe even traumatic 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 preteen clothes currently in style were ugly, in Jennifer's opinion, loose fitting with mismatched colors. Amanda'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 thought, 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. Amanda had only worn it once for the annual family portrait a month before, but it looked so darling! Jennifer loved it and she shrugged into the dress 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. Made of silk and satin, the skirt fell just above the knees. It had lace around the collar and hem, and a long pink sash 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 long, toned legs wide apart. She had her eyes closed as she worked her fingers in and out of her smooth shaven pussy slowly. She'd started feeling really good again, even better than before because she sort of expected those feelings now. The girl had taken off the panties less than a minute after her mom left the room. Her fingers, two of them, were really going deep, as far as Amanda could get them. She'd curl them, just enough to tickle the roof of her vagina. There was a spot there, like a magic button 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 also found that rubbing her nipples while she played with her pussy was really, really nice. Especially pinching them, even though that seemed like it ought to hurt. 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 sharp tug, or maybe a twist, and then moving to the other one. That was just about the best feeling in the world. Her body felt hot all over, not just on the outside, but inside as well. Tiny beads of perspiration gave her grown up body a soft, pink sheen and Amanda was just about to toss the sheets off her flushed body when she heard the door opening.
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"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 would wear it for no good reason at all. She actually hoped her daughter wouldn't laugh.
"Uhhh…" Amanda jerked and turned onto her side, away from the door. Her face turned 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. "Do I look okay?"
"Yeah, it looks nice," Amanda replied seriously, wondering why it hadn't looked so nice on her before. She'd thought it made her look like a Halloween faerie or something.
"Good." Jennifer smiled, turning around near the bed so her daughter could reach the buttons. "Just button these up, dear."
Amanda did the buttons quickly, sitting up so that the sheet fell down beneath her breasts. Luckily, she was able to pull it back up before her mom could see how dark and hard the girl's nipples had become.
"All done?"
"Yep." Amanda lay back on the pillows, pulling up the sheet and smiling up at her mom.
"Thanks." Jen 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." Her mother 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 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 the 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. "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." She smiled again, dismissing the bit of suspicion that had crept into her mind. Amanda was a good girl, Jen thought, she'd behave herself.
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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 amazed her to browse through the variety of styles available. Jennifer had bought some of everything for her daughter and Tom liked to tease her, asking if Jen was shopping for Amanda or for herself.
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 preteen clothes? Strange as it seemed, inside her secret heart she knew it to be true. Shopping for her daughter made the woman so horny it was unbelievable. Not because she imagined the undeveloped little girl wearing them, 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. If Tom was with her at the store she'd find an excuse to get him alone in the car, or even in a changing room on a couple occasions. Of course, if Amanda was with them she'd have to contain her excitement, but on those rare occasions...It was always wild and exciting, especially in the changing room. The first time they'd done it, Jennifer had picked out 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.
Those same feelings were 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. She used her finger to part her thin pink lips and wedge the material into her pussy. She hold up the pink skirt and admired the crease between her thighs, the soft swell of her immature vulva plainly obvious. The view seemed corrupted and wanton and utterly sexy.
The best part of it was that Jennifer could walk around like that all day long! Her secret was safe beneath the beautiful dress. Jennifer took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she fixed her skirt again, pulling the dress back into its proper place and shape. Her pussy throbbed with excitement and Jennifer giggled to herself. Until that morning her new body had never experienced orgasm, but now it knew what it liked and wanted more. Jen would have to be careful because the feeling of those tights on her legs and against her sex was just about enough to bring the woman off! She'd never felt anything like it before in her life, or so it seemed.
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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 piece of elastic nylon.
Amanda looked at it doubtfully, not entirely sure it would fit. But it was in her mom's dresser, and the nylon did seem 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 the thong carefully and pulled it up her legs until the tiny leopard print triangle was snug between the cheeks of her deftly sculpted butt. The string part split her pussy lips but not enough to separate the ruddy flesh. The skinny nylon just seemed to disappear between them as they hung down a good half inch or so between her thighs. Amanda pulled the waistband around her hips so it was snug and looked at herself in her mother's full length mirror, giggling with pleasure at her appearance.
The back part felt okay, and Amanda could see it covered the pink pucker of her anus as she bent over and spread her butt with her hands. The waistband seemed to dip a little too far in the back though, exposing the top of her butt. It rode higher in the front as the string emerged from her pussy and crossed her mound. That seemed only a bit strange to Amanda, but she figured it was a pretty strange underwear anyway. She decided she had it right and looked for something else to try on.
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 immediately. She liked the way it felt and especially how looked, and assumed that if her mom had kept it, even though it had holes right where her nipples were, well...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 them at the swimming pool, 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 closed in the back. So she was pretty happy about 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 wore 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.
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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 against her better judgment. All the other girls had them, or so the girl had told her mother desperately, and Amanda 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 decidedly much for an eleven year old. When Jennifer put the boots on, zipping them up as the leather reached just above her bony 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 overly dramatic, but it did force her to stand so her round little butt pushed out nicely. Her chest, although flat as a board, was thrust upward above her narrow hips provocatively. Her small puffy nipples could easily be seen beneath the satin of her dress, Jen realized, but that was sort of the point. Wasn't it?
"Lolita," 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 11-year-old body. Under the circumstances it couldn't be wrong to find herself sexy, could it? Jennifer didn't think so. She liked the way she looked and for the moment she'd actually managed to forget her distress at finding herself in such a peculiar situation.
She made her way downstairs slowly, still getting used to the boots, but it 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, her breath catch in her throat, and her tiny pussy quivering with an involuntary spasm of raw desire. The woman thought about putting on some makeup, but her daughter was truly beautiful without any help of that sort.
"I'm so beautiful," Jennifer told herself, touching her reflection's nose with hers in the hall mirror. She laughed and pursed her lips, kissing the cold glass as she stared into her own preteen eyes. Yeah, she thought, even lipstick would lessen her sweet, juvenile appearance. Her lips, full and moist, had their own soft color, just a shade lighter than red that made improvement out of the question.
But despite her enjoyment and satisfaction with dressing up, Jennifer was still a worried woman. No way could she spend 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 socially the way people were meant to do, not suddenly thrown into the world as an adult woman. The girl hadn't even finished 5th grade yet. She hadn't had her first period or learned to drive. She'd never been on a date or a school dance. She'd certainly never been kissed, Jen thought, but suddenly Amanda was old enough to vote, old enough to drink...old enough to do anything. Everything. Kissing boys would be the least of her daughter's problems and that scary thought convinced Jennifer put her footstool in place and try 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 talk to my mother! What? Hello? Hello?"
Jennifer frowned and hung up the phone, wanting to slam it and then kick something, but she remembered her toe, which still felt 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 precisely? 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 her that it wasn't totally awful being stuck in Amanda's body. Especially since her nipples were like baby diamonds in the making, burning from within even as her virgin sex trembled with anticipation. It was crazy and Jennifer felt as if she was the rope in a tug of war battle between heaven and hell.
She thought about going to her doctor's office to pay the woman a visit personally, but how would she get there? Jen's 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 a child for crying out loud. 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 Jennifer couldn't leave Amanda 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 weekday, 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 he was her husband and she needed someone she could trust to talk to. Her best friend, a woman named Susan, would be at work. Her other best friend, April, had gone 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? It's an emergency 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 overwhelmed and frustrated. She 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 super-duper perfect breasts. She had to squeeze and push and pulled at her firm flesh until her hard brown nipples poked through the openings, but once they were there...Perfect!
The way it felt was amazing, 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. She'd always imagined boobs would be soft like funny pillows, but not hers! Well, they were kind of soft, definitely smooth and warm and kinda buttery almost, but not pillows at all. And the bra made them look even bigger somehow, on the tops especially, and she clapped her hands, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet just to see her new tits jiggle.
She flicked her nipples playfully, smiling at the sensation as Amanda lay on her parent's huge 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 skin. Her mom worked out a lot at the fitness club, like practically every day, and Amanda had found it annoying at times. It almost seemed as if Mom loved her body more than she loved her family, but now Amanda could understand her mother's infatuation with exercise and diet. She looked awesome, as good as anybody the little girl had ever heard of, and a whole lot better than most of the people she saw around town.
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 11-years-old. But Amanda had that feeling, that shivery hot trembling feeling that her mom had told her about. The feeling a girl gets when she's ready to be a mommy and make a baby with daddy. That's what it meant, all that warmth in her tummy, the oily wetness staining her thighs, the way her nipples just ached to be kissed and pinched and nibbled...Amanda's new body wanted to make a baby!
That thought made the girl hungry for more exploration, as if she needed an excuse? And her hand moved down to play with her distended labia, the long swollen lips of her pussy that were split around 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 ones, 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 sometimes, and Amanda had to admit she liked them a lot. She loved her father, of course, but even if he wasn't her dad, the preteen thought she'd probably feel something kind of serious. He was tall and handsome and really nice most of the time. That's why her mom had married him, Amanda was pretty sure, because he was such a nice and lovable and handsome man. Her mom could have married anyone!
She rubbed her vulva slowly, taking her time as she tried to find the really good places she might have missed before. Amanda also wanted to figure out how to control herself a little better. Her first orgasm had been wild and scary because she hadn't known anything about it, but now she was learning. She'd already found that one secret place inside, and her throbbing clitoris was obvious enough, although the girl didn't really know the proper word for it yet. She wasn't totally sure she wanted to that yet; it seemed pretty hyper all by itself. There were other things too though, like her pussy lips. They were sort of rubbery, but if she pinched and pulled them just right...Oh! It wasn't really a sharp, electric sensation like she got from brushing against 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 preteen was, and had been for quite awhile, biting her lips and moaning softly. She tried to stay quiet, although that wasn't very easy, and she had to keep an ear open in case her mom showed up unexpectedly. But Amanda liked to make noise, especially when it felt too good not to, and then the girl would have to stop whatever she was doing and hold her hands up in the air, not touching anything. She took slow deep breaths until the moment passed and then started 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. As if her body had a mind all its own, the more she touched and teased it, the more her sex starved body demanded.
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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 smiling 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 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 dress 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, 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 her tights to find her warm sex, hidden safely away. The other hand was on her tummy and chest, feeling the satin 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 it was almost scary, and Jen knew it wasn't going to take long to bring her immature body to another wonderful orgasm. Only its second one ever, but definitely not the last. Especially if Jen was going to be stuck in her daughter's body forever, God forbid, she was going to be jilling off a lot! Every chance she got, which would have made her own repressed mother shudder with horror. That thought made Jen giggle until her fingers made her gasp, and then it was time to get serious.
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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 knew that for a fact, gasping as her fingers went once more between her legs, and her left hand found her right nipple still hard and eager as ever. She wasn't even 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. For some reason, she thought, her mom just didn't seem to understand anything about sex.