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Mommy Misplaced

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story codes: g(F)/b+, g(F)/M, Pedo, First, Mast, Oral, Group

Note: This is the fifth part of a multi-chapter story. You should read
each chapter in proper sequence in order to achieve greatest
satisfaction. All chapters completed to date may be found free of
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Mommy Misplaced
Fiction by Rachael

Chapter 4 (As narrated by Jennifer)


What the hell was I doing? I was riding a school bus, for crying out
loud, what kind of sense did that make? Granted, I looked like an 11
year old girl, all blonde hair and blue eyes, about the most beautiful
little girl in the world, but I'm a little biased since the little
girl in question was my daughter Amanda, but still...Just because we
switched bodies, I had to go to school? It wasn't fair, I'd gone to
school, and I'd done my time and paid my dues. I had a bachelor's
degree in psychology and now I was riding a school bus? I must have
really pissed someone off someplace.

Tom hadn't been much help either, although he'd been supportive at
least. Making him sleep on the couch hadn't been good for either of us
though. I was still his wife and I still had needs, just like he did,
but what could we do about it while I was stuck inside our daughter's
body? I couldn't let him make love to me, that would have
been...wrong. I mean sure, I'd have liked it and maybe Amanda's little
preteen body wasn't mature yet, but it was ready and willing to try, I
guarantee you that.

It was just the idea of him doing that to her...I didn't want to
imagine it really. Maybe if I'd gotten stuck in some other 11 year old
girl I'd feel different, in fact I'm pretty sure I would. Girls were
girls and I'd never had a problem with sex, it was just that Amanda
was my girl. But I was getting over that, or used to it, or something
and there were certain things about my little body I was starting to
like and a little voice inside me was telling me that maybe having
some fun would perfectly okay, because Amanda wasn't really in here
with me, was she?

And Tom, God, he wanted to sleep with his wife, and I think he'd
prefer his wife's body over his wife's mind, if you know what I'm
saying. I know he loves me, but I also know that just seeing my hard
toned perfect form was enough to get his motor running, and right now
Amanda had that body. So telling Tom that no, he couldn't sleep with
me, and no he definitely couldn't sleep with Amanda had really ruined
his night. But good for him anyway, he really should have picked me, I
mean the 11 year old me. I'd have given in eventually, just because I
needed sex too.

See how confused I was? I was totally arguing with myself, unable to
decide what I wanted or what I meant. Arrrgh! I was a very unhappy
camper and leaving Amanda at home by herself? That had been a hard
choice, believe me, but Tom was right, the girl did need to grow up
and I probably did baby her too much. Still, I wasn't sure that had
been a good idea, even if Tom was just a phone call away.

"Hey Amanda." Someone said, sitting down next to me and I had to blink
at her before I realized she was talking to me. It was Mary, one of my
daughter's classmates.

"Hi." I said, hoping that sounded normal, but it was only one word. I
knew I didn't talk like an 11 year old and just then I got a chance to
prove it.

"Ow! Fuck!" I turned around to see some ugly pudgy boy pulling on my
pony tail.

"Ohhh you said the F word!" He giggled and so did about 2 dozen other
kids, all between 6 and 12 years old.

"Do that again, fat boy and I'll kick your fuckin' balls through your
fuckin' teeth." I told him, doubtlessly looking like I meant it
because I think he wet his pants. "I'm not in the mood, got it? Good!"

If college had taught me nothing else it was how to deal with jerks,
and if someone didn't set blimp-boy straight he was going to marry the
first girl he laid. Probably a Mexican whore named Maria, so I was
doing him a favor. But I chastised myself mentally because he was just
a kid, and pulling pony tails, well...it hadn't hurt that much. I
thought about apologizing, but I'd just put half those kids in a coma
and it was actually quiet enough to think for a change. I liked it
like that.

Jesus, fifth grade. Amanda's teacher was a middle aged guy named
Lawson, I couldn't remember his first name, but I remembered thinking
he must have been gay because he was the first male teacher my
daughter ever had who didn't hit on me during parent-teacher
conferences. Some of the other ones, especially that guy she'd had in
the second grade, he'd offered to give Amanda straight A's all year
for one little blowjob. Of course I'd taken him up on that, you know,
I had to take care of my little girl.

About an hour into the day I'd changed my mind about Mr. Lawson. He
wasn't gay at all, I was just too old for him, meaning the real me,
the 28 year old me. The 11 year old me was right up his alley though
and it freaked me out a little. The way he liked to lean close while I
was working on my math, the way he touched my shoulder, massaging it
gently, but definitely a massage...Not a rub, or pat, or anything
innocent. He was enjoying it. And looking up my skirt? Was he kidding?
He sat at his desk while we were reading and just stared at me.

So I did what any 11 year old girl would do, if she was really
horny...I spread my legs for him. I mean it's just teasing, right? I
was so bored anyway, I mean really. I was supposed to be reading a
paragraph from a book with big words like 'satisfy' and 'telescope'
which were new for an 11 year old and all my classmates were reading
them slowly, figuring out how to say them out loud. I was just
spreading my pale legs and watching Mr. Lawson under my eyes as I
pretended to read.

It was making me horny too, or hornier I should say. I mean he wasn't
much to look at really, a middle aged guy; maybe 35 and not fat, but
not thin either. Friendly face, good with kids probably, and when he
stood up he had a boner the size of Nebraska. He hid it well though,
pretending like he needed the chalk in his pocket and pulling it back
down, out of the way. I giggled softly and that got a look, and I
wondered why he was so fixed on me, but maybe I shouldn't have. I
already told you my daughter was just about the prettiest little girl
in the world, certainly in that classroom.

It's strange the things you do when you're bored and living a strange
deja vu moment. I felt like I knew everything, because I did, and like
I could get away with anything, because I could. If I got in trouble
what was going to happen? The principal would call my mom? That made
me laugh out loud and Lawson stared at me for a second. So I was
bored, and a little horny like I said, because while I'd never cheated
on my husband, other than the odd blowjob to get Amanda good grades,
or maybe a discount on a vacuum cleaner, Tom wasn't totally my husband
anymore, was he?

And this body of mine. I don't remember being like this when I was 11
years old. I had a little clit and it was throbbing, I'm serious. I
was just sitting there and it hurt! My nipples too, feeling puffy and
flashing hot and cold. I was horny, just because my daughter's teacher
was perv and he obviously liked me, I mean Amanda, a lot. I bet he
jerked off three times a day thinking about me. He'd watch me and get
hard and then take a break, go to the teacher's bathroom and whack off
real quick before he came in his pants.

He was hard now, that was for sure and he moved stiff legged around
the classroom, checking his students' work and I knew he'd come to me
soon, not too soon, but as quick as he dared.

"How are you coming along, Amanda?" He asked me softly and I felt his
hands, both of them on my shoulders, squeezing me gently.

"I'm cumming, Mr. Lawson...I am..." I smiled up at him, licking my
lips and I was close, because while he was walking around I'd been
rubbing my clit.

I was flushed, and my eyes were wide with excitement. I wondered if he
could smell it on me, I hoped so. I was still rubbing myself below my
desk, just a little when I felt him lean over, as if to point
something out to me, but really it was just so he could rub the bulge
in his pants against my back.

"Good...What's..." He swallowed hard. "...What's this word?"

"Oh...Uh..." I pressed myself back, just a little, squirming so I
could rub his cock good, "...Splendid." I read it for him. "It means
very good, I think."

"Yesss..." He sighed. "It does. You're very smart Amanda. A
very...smart young lady."

"Thank you." I whispered, looking into his eyes for a second. "I like
you too."

"Uh...good...good..." He smiled and backed off, putting his hand in
his pocket and nodding to himself as he walked back to his desk.

I just kept rubbing myself, letting him watch as I sat back in my
seat. I was almost tempted to put my legs up on my desk, really spread
my preteen legs wide for him, but that would have been a little much,
don't you think? As it was he got a real nice view of my finger
itching my pussy, because that's how I wanted it to look, and I knew
he was squeezing his dick behind his desk, staring as my puffy little
sex became more and more pronounced beneath my white cotton panties.

At recess I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing. I hate to admit it,
but I didn't really know who my daughter spent her free time with at
school. Who she sat with during lunch, or anything like that. I'm sure
Amanda's friends thought I was acting strange when I decided to skip
lunch altogether and just go sit outside. Most of the kids were
playing jump rope, or throwing red rubber balls at each other, but I
wasn't really into that stuff, for obvious reasons. I should have
brought a book to read.

But I did see some boys playing a game that looked interesting. They
were all bigger boys, 6th graders probably, like 12 years old, and
they were kind of around the corner, out of sight of the one teacher
who was monitoring the playground. They were standing in a circle,
looking down at something, and me being the inquisitive person I am,
well...I had to find out for myself if it was a real live circle jerk,
or just a dead bird.

"Oh." I looked past a couple of the boys; they were a lot bigger than
me, but still just kids. "It's a dead bird."

"What'd you think it was, dopey?" Some boy said, all red hair and
freckles. His friends laughed, there were 5 of them.

"I thought it was a circle jerk." I shrugged, like anyone would know
that.

"What's a circle jerk?" One of the other kids asked, a scrawny boy
with glasses falling down his nose. He pushed them back up.

"You don't know what a circle jerk is?" I giggled at him and he turned
a little red, they all did, because none of them knew anything.

"Uh, I know. I just forgot." He said defensively and that was such a
lie one of his friends hit him on the shoulder for it.

"You do not, you guys don't know anything." I said, rolling my baby
blues and walking away, sort of wiggling my butt at them as they
watched me for a second.

"Hey, wait." One kid said finally, like I knew one of them would.
"Tell us, come on."

"Well, it's kind of a bad thing." I said, making a face as I thought
about it. "Kinda naughty."

"Really?" Freckles asked. "We won't tell, come on."

"You sure?" I asked, walking the few feet back to them. "No...Probably
you'll tell the teacher."

"No we won't!" They were all protesting and of course being a naughty
secret, well they had to know what it was now.

"Well." I looked around and we all got closer so I could whisper.
"It's when your co...uh, wieners get hard see, all of you guys, and
you play with them, you know. So they shoot their stuff, and mostly
sometimes there's like a girl in the middle and she gets to play with
it."

"Ewww..." One kid said, because he probably knew already about stuff
coming out of his dick when he played with it. But he was the only one
who masturbated, I guess, cause the others didn't have a clue.

"Stuff comes out?" Glasses asked me. "What stuff?"

"White stuff." I nodded seriously. "Don't your wiener ever get hard?"

"Ummm...Sometimes." He said, looking around nervously, but the other
boys weren't laughing.

"When it gets hard you gotta rub it." I said. "And then the white
stuff comes out."

"I know that." The one boy said, the one who knew. "I do it
sometimes."

"You do?" Another boy asked, like he was impressed.

"Show us." I said.

"What?"

"Come on, I told you what a circle jerk was, show us how you rub your
thing." I smiled.

"Yeah, come on Mikey, show us." A kid said. And all the boys wanted to
see it, and so did I.

"No way." He shook his head.

"If you do it I'll show you how I touch my kitty." I promised him.

"Your kitty?" A boy giggled. "What's that?"

"You know, down here..." I giggled too and lifted my skirt, just a
little so they could see my panties.

"You'll show it to us?" The jerk-off boy asked and I nodded.

"You take your wiener out and get it hard and I'll show you my kitty,
okay?"

Of course all the boys wanted to see my pussy, 11 years old or not,
that was still a pretty cool thing for sixth graders. So they sort of
pressured their buddy to unzip his jeans and pull out his soft little
cock. He was so nervous, so shy, it was pretty cute, but finally he
did start getting hard, mostly because I was pulling my panties to the
side and showing him my puffy preteen slit.

"Oh look at that..." The boys were all staring at me and it was making
me feel hot inside, and I flushed a little and I started rubbing my
pussy gently, playing with the little bump of my clit, coaxing her to
come out and say hi to all these nice boys.

"Mine's gettin' hard." Glasses said and another boy agreed, and then
another.

"Take them out, all of you guys come on." I whispered, pushing the tip
of my finger between my little pink lips, so small and plump and soft.

They did too and I was pretty pleased with myself actually. My first
day of school and I'd started a circle jerk, how many 11 year olds
could say that, I wondered. And we were all masturbating, five little
hard cocks, the biggest maybe four inches long, but it was hard to
tell, and only one of them had ever cum before. The rest only knew
their dicks got hard for some reason. Now they were learning the joys
of masturbation while watching a girl finger herself during recess.
This was my tax dollar at work.

"I'm gonna shoot..." The boy who sorta knew what he was doing said and
I couldn't help myself, even though I knew better.

"Wait..." I said, dropping to my knees on the hard asphalt and I took
the kid in my mouth.

He was in shock and his whole body tensed up, probably from fear as
much as surprise, but he wasn't lying. He came quickly and eagerly,
giving me one good mouthful which I swallowed quickly, and then
another, but a little less maybe, and it was good. Sweet and warm and
creamy. God! I never knew a 12 year old could taste so good!

I opened my mouth so they could see it, not because they wanted to,
but because I did and I think it grossed them out a little. But I was
going to cum and I fingered myself hard, swallowing that mouthful of
boy cream and staring at the other four hard cocks around me as I
knelt there, wanting to taste all of them.

The kid with the glasses said he was starting to feel funny, so I went
down on him next. He had a cute little cock too, just three inches I
bet and I sincerely hoped he had a big growth spurt once he got to be
14 or 15, or whenever it is boys finally grow up. A three inch cock
just wasn't going to do him any good in life, but none of those kids
were very big anyway and I was half tempted to let them fuck me, just
because we were all virgins technically, and I'd never been gang-
banged before.

But that would have been tough to do at the school, you know, and
besides, if anyone was going to pop my cherry, so to speak, it was
going to be my husband! I'd already decided that, in between the times
I'd decided I couldn't ever let him touch his own daughter's body. It
was a mood thing, sort of a see-saw about whether or not it was okay
to have sex with my husband in our daughter's body.

Anyway, I was just getting into that boy's cock, really washing it
good and feeling him starting to move his hips, grunting a little as
his first ever orgasm approached and just as it happened, I mean the
exact same moment as his sweet virgin boy cream filled my hungry
sucking mouth...

"What's going on here?" It was Mr. Lawson, of all people, coming
slowly around the corner from the other direction, the way none of
would have expected a teacher to come. He must have been having lunch
in his car or something because the only thing in that direction was
the parking lot.

We were so busted! I was on my knees, my lips glistening with sperm,
my fingers in my pussy, and sucking hard on one boy's shooting cock,
while three more hard cocks were being jerked around me, and another
boy's freshly sucked penis dripped dying sperm on his dirty sneakers.
It wasn't a good scene and I swallowed quickly as the boy I was
sucking practically jumped out of his socks. He'd probably have a
serious complex for the rest of his life now, which was too bad I
thought.

I tried to tell them they didn't have to be scared, it was only Mr.
Lawson. But they didn't listen.

The boys ran, of course, and I could have too, if I really wanted to,
but I owned this guy. He was all mine now, although he obviously
didn't see it that way. So far as Mr. Lawson was concerned he'd just
won the pedophile lottery. The juvenile jackpot. The little girl he
lusted after was a little cocksucking preteen slut and she'd probably
do anything to keep her parents from finding out. Anything Mr. Lawson
could think of, and I didn't doubt that he had a lot of ideas already.

If he thought he was going to frighten me, Mr. Lawson was badly
mistaken. If he thought I was going to cry, or perhaps he'd have to
threaten me, he was going to find out differently. It was kind of
funny actually, kneeling there, watching him approach, seeing the
wheels turning behind his hungry staring eyes. And knowing all the
while that he was the one who was going to be in for the rude
awakening...My school problems had just been solved.

"Amanda!" Mr. Lawson walked towards me, the lump in his pants as plain
as day. "What were you doing? My God! You were doing a very bad thing,
weren't you?"

I just smiled, licking my lips. I figured he'd play the guilt card
right off the bat. He wouldn't want me to think I was a victim,
whether I was or not. And probably 9 times out of 10 a little girl
surrounded by five boys was going to be the victim, but I was that
exception. Mr. Lawson didn't know that though, nor did he care, he
just wanted me feeling guilty, so guilty I'd do anything to stay out
of trouble for doing my bad naughty thing.

"Shhh..." I shushed him as he opened his mouth and I reached out,
pressing my little hand against his cock, feeling it big and hard and
oh so ready for me.

"Let me suck it, Mr. Lawson..." I whispered. "...I know you want me
to."

Now a smart man, a wise man, would have run right then. Forget the
plan to blackmail the little girl, in fact just forget the little girl
altogether, she's obviously not playing by the same rules. But the
problem with Mr. Lawson wasn't that he was stupid, or unwise, it was
just that he was a pedophile and a pedophile is a lot like a crack
whore. He just can't walk away, no matter how bad it looks down that
alley. And he was entering a dark tunnel indeed as I worked his long
hard cock free on that isolated corner of the playground.

He didn't say a word as I licked his penis gently, my little pink
tongue working him over like the expert I was. I'm not really big on
sucking cock, I mean it's okay once in awhile, like with five virgin
12 year olds, but really I'd rather do my toenails than give a guy
head, if I had to choose. But doing my nails wasn't going to get me
out of the 5th grade, sucking Mr. Lawson's cock would.

I took the head in my mouth, really stretching wide because he was
relatively thick, I mean relative to the sixth grade boys I'd been
sucking, but nothing like Tom's. My husband had a beautiful cock,
seriously. It was perfect, Mr. Lawson was somewhat less than perfect,
but still big for my preteen mouth. I forced an inch inside and then
another, trying my best to throat that thing, because if I'd been
myself I'd have swallowed him down on the first try. But this was
tougher.

So I spent a good long while, but not too long, working my mouth over
his cock, licking and kissing it, making sure I left a lot of spit
behind wherever I went, because spit isn't really great lube or
anything, but it does help, believe me. I even went to town on his
balls, smiling up at him as I pulled them free of his trousers so they
hung there loose. He had a big sack and little balls, so they were
kind of fun to play with actually.

I took them in my wet sucking mouth one at a time while I stroked his
cock and I seriously doubted Mr. Lawson had woken up that morning
thinking he'd have the 11 year old girl of dreams mouthing his balls
during lunch. But there I was, and it was all good for me. My puffy
pink nipples were itching like they wanted to grow, my tummy was
fluttering because I always got off a little sucking a guy behind my
husband's back, and my pussy, my little pink baby pussy, oh she was
thrumming like cards in the spokes of a bicycle wheel.

After I got Mr. Lawson's balls nice and clean, I went back to work on
his cock, because recess wasn't really that long, I didn't think.
Actually I had no idea how much time we had, but he was a teacher
anyway, my teacher, so what would it matter if I was tardy? He was
just giving me a little extra credit, some sex education, if you like.
But that's the obvious joke and even as I thought of it I didn't
giggle. I just sucked his cock harder, wriggling my tongue underneath
the head because 4 out of 5 men love that best according to Cosmo.

"Ohhh fuck...Amanda..." Mr. Lawson put his hands on my heads and tried
to help me out by shoving his cock hard inside my already full mouth.
That earned him a bit of teeth and he yelped nicely. "Yelp!"

He relaxed after that and I finally did get him wet enough, drawing my
mouth off so I could spit on his cock and rub it all over before
trying again. I got him inside, choked him down like I was swallowing
bratwurst on Father's Day, and...Bingo!

"Ohhhhh Christ!" That long thin cock slid right into my too small
throat, all the way down to my tummy, it felt like, and my nose was
deep in his pubic hair. It hurt a little; I mean my throat was tiny!
And it had to feel great for him, but I knew I was gonna have a sore
throat for a day or two after this.

The second time was easier, and then after the third it was just
natural. This body was learning, the same way my old body had learned,
I was just a little younger now. The first time I'd learned to deep
throat a cock I'd been almost 16 and that guy had been about the same
size as Lawson, or maybe a little smaller. He'd been a boy scout that
I'd met while camping with my family. I'd thought it was love at the
time, but I didn't know what love really was until I met Tom.

Anyway, so I was deep-throating Mr. Lawson easily now and I even let
him hold my pretty head in his hands while he fucked his cock in and
out of my mouth. I bet he thought we'd be doing that a lot. He was
thinking about all his plans for our future while he watched his
glistening penis, all shiny with my spit slide wetly between my
stretched lips. Oh he loved fucking my 11 year old face and he was
going to cum any second.

"Oh fuck yessss...on your face...on your face...bitch..." He was
groaning and he pulled back, jerking himself off with his swollen
cockhead bouncing off my lips.

I couldn't believe he'd called me a bitch. What was up with that?
Maybe he meant it as a term of endearment, but more likely he was one
of those guys who thought all girls were sluts, just because he wanted
them to be. I hate those guys. But I didn't say anything, not a word;
I just smiled and stuck out my tongue as the man started shooting his
hot sticky load all over my face. It was a lot, but probably not as
much as it could have been. I was pretty sure he'd already jerked off
at least once that morning.

"Ohhh...ohhh..." He was huffing and puffing and nodding at me as I
just knelt there, looking up at him with my face covered in fresh
sperm.

"Kiss me....now..." He said, and that surprised the crap out of me.

Mr. Lawson got down there with me and his tongue was all over my face,
lapping up his own sperm like a dog. I didn't know what he expected me
to do, so I just sat still mostly. It was the weirdest thing I'd ever
experienced in my life. He jerks off on my face and then licks it off?
What a freak!

But hey, maybe he just really loved me that much. I mean it was
possible, he wanted to have some part of me forever, which in this
case was the sperm he'd shared with me. The fluids that had touched my
skin. It wasn't himself he was lapping up, it was the moment, the
shared experience of having sex with a little girl. But that's the
problem with having a psych degree, I tend to overanalyze things. It's
entirely possible he was just a freak.

"Mr. Lawson?" I asked for his attention when he was finished, and I
felt rather...unclean.

I still had sperm in my hair, and on my blouse. My face was wet and
sticky, but at least he'd gotten most of his mess cleaned up. I
wondered if he licked sperm off his hands when her jerked off thinking
about me. I hoped he did, he was seriously perverted, but it was kind
of sexy too...Being wanted that much by a man.

"Hmmm?" He blinked at me, as if he'd forgotten where he was and what
we were doing.

"I'm going to tell on you." I said matter of factly and I got the
reaction I was hoping for.

"W-What?" His face went white as a sheet, whiter than that really, and
grey too, like a dead man. "But if you tell on me, then I'll have to
say what you were doing with those boys and..."

"Shhhh..." I put my finger to my lips and looked at him in the eyes.
"I'll tell and you'll go to jail for a long, long, long time." I said
it very slowly too. "Unless..."

"Unless what?" He whispered.

And then I told him exactly what I wanted. It wasn't very hard to get
him to agree and I think he was actually relieved that what I wanted
was so very simple actually. Oh there would be some little problems
maybe, some minor details he'd have to sort out, but overall, for a
smart man like Mr. Lawson, that wouldn't be a problem. No problem at
all.

Obviously I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life going to school,
or at least not the fifth grade! I needed to be home, watching Amanda
and keeping her, and my body, out of trouble. I had to figure out how
to fix this problem before something bad happened, and while nothing
specifically bad came to mind, there was a general feeling in my tummy
that it was coming. Like us switching bodies was just the first shoe.
Pretty soon the other one would drop and I wasn't gonna be jerking my
clit for Mr. Lawson when it happened.

So, Mr. Lawson was going to make sure all my homework was done, all my
tests were A's, and I was present every single day. Whether I showed
up or not. That's all he had to do, mark me as present, and I'd be his
perfect invisible student. He could find another little girl to lust
after and I could stay at home. It sounded good to me, and after I
explained what would happen otherwise...Namely the sperm spattered
sobbing little girl I could be running into the principal's office
screaming for my daddy...Mr. Lawson was quite eager to help me out.

I knew he would be.


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End of Mommy Misplaced Chapter 4
Continued in Chapter 5 (in progress 12 may 2007)

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