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Subject: {ASSM} Mommy Misplaced ch5 by Rachael Ross (M/F(g), g(F)/F(g), Incest, Pedo, Oral, Police, Fisting)
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Mommy Misplaced

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story codes: M/F(g), g(F)/F(g), Incest, Pedo, Oral, Police, Fisting

Note: This is the sixth part of a multi-chapter story. You should read
each chapter in proper sequence in order to achieve greatest
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Mommy Misplaced
Fiction by Rachael

Chapter 5 (As narrated by Jennifer)

"Oops!" We jerked back and forth, my daughter and me.

"Just...don't touch the gas." I sighed, knowing that I was sounding a
little frustrated. "Take your foot off the brake and the car will go
slow...see...now steer...look...watch...Brake! Brake!...Put it in
Park...The P honey. I want to close my eyes for a minute."

"Sorry mom." Amanda frowned.

Driving wasn't as much fun as she thought it would be, I thought. My
eleven year old daughter had been so excited when I told her that I'd
teach her to drive, but now she was finding out just how hard it was,
and we hadn't done anything but drive 30 feet or so down our quiet
street.

I wouldn't be teaching her at all if I had a choice, but unfortunately
I didn't look a whole lot like the picture on my driver's license
anymore. Not since Amanda and I had switched bodies. It was her
license now and I couldn't even reach the pedals, well not easily
anyway. Believe me, I'd tried and barely gotten the car out of the
driveway. So after much discussion with my husband Tom we decided we
really had no choice. We couldn't get by with just him doing all the
driving, so Amanda would have to learn.

"Is there a problem?" A man asked us suddenly and my daughter jumped,
obviously not seeing him approach. I hadn't seen him walking up
either, but that was probably because I'd been looking into my hands
mostly, and shaking my head.

"I'm learning to drive." Amanda smiled at him and I looked to see a
policeman standing there, his police car parked behind us, flashing
red and blue lights and all.

"Uh-huh." The guy nodded. "Could you turn off the engine, Miss?"

Amanda licked her lips and I just leaned over and did it for her.

"Thank you..." He leaned down glancing at me, but mostly staring at my
daughter and the way her tits were filling out her blouse. He was a
younger guy, probably new on the force. Kind of cute too, I thought,
like a tall Tom Cruise, sort of.

"...Uh, can I see your driver's license, registration, and proof of
insurance, ma'am?" He asked Amanda.

I was already digging the papers out of the glove compartment; having
a pretty good idea he was going to want those. Amanda was getting her
license out, and rather happily too, I thought, doubtless because she
could show it off to someone finally.

"Have you been drinking?" The cop asked as he took all the paperwork.

"Me?" Amanda blinked at him and the cop nodded. "I had some orange
juice."

"I mean alcohol...Would you mind stepping out of the car? I'm going to
administer a field sobriety test; you can decline to take it but..."
He went on explaining that my daughter would be going downtown if she
didn't do whatever he told her to and I just closed my eyes. This was
just getting better and better all the time.

"Uh, miss? I need you to stay right where you are, okay sweetie?" The
cop smiled at me like I was a little kid and I stuck my tongue out at
him so that his patronizing smile went away.

Of course I was going to stay where I was, what else would I do?
Jesus, he was going to make Amanda walk a straight line, touch her
nose with her eyes closed, maybe recite the alphabet backwards...She
was going downtown and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

But then again, I have been wrong before and Amanda was a rather
surprising girl, very imaginative and resourceful when she wanted to
be. And she did have a killer body now, my killer body, so...I had a
bad feeling. Call it woman's intuition.

"Ohhh..." I could ear Amanda giggling as the cop frisked her, and he
was frisking her good too.

He had my 11 year old daughter, who looked like a 25 year old swimsuit
model, if I can be a little immodest, bent over the trunk of our
Mercedes and Amanda was pleased as punch. The cop was feeling her
boobs through the thin cotton blouse she was wearing, pressing his
groin against her ass, which her short black skirt barely contained,
bent over as she was, and was generally molesting my little girl in
the middle of broad daylight.

I thought he was going to fuck her on the spot and I was undoing my
seat belt quick when he finally stopped and let her stand up straight
again. So I stopped, my body frozen as I waited to see if he was
letting Amanda go. But he wasn't, he had her getting in the cop car
with him, in the front seat, and 10 seconds later when I saw him
pulling Amanda's head down, into his lap obviously, I knew what she
was doing.

My little girl was sucking off a cop in his cruiser! I felt my heart
thump and my tummy knotted up, partly from the very idea that she
could be doing that, which was totally outrageous, but also because
some small part of me found it rather interesting. In a sexual way, I
mean. I had to admit that knowing my little girl was giving a man, a
total stranger head in public...And I couldn't really do a thing about
it...Oh, that was very wicked.

I'd like to have seen it, actually and part of me wondered if I
couldn't sneak up on them, peek through the window and actually see my
daughter's eyes as she worked her mouth up and down that cop's big
dick. It had to be big of course, because I wanted it to be as I sat
there, reaching down to play with myself. I was rubbing my pussy
through my panties, thinking about my daughter giving her very first
blowjob and wanting to be there, to see it, to maybe give her some
pointers even...And that was totally bizarre and I tried to push those
thoughts away.

That was something I would have done, to get out of a ticket maybe,
but to get out of jail for certain. So I couldn't really blame her for
doing it, could I? I mean a girl has to do what she's gotta do,
because it really is a man's world out there. I had a baby right out
of high school and I still got through college, so trust me, I know
what I'm talking about. If I hadn't done some of the things I had,
well, I don't think Tom and I would still be together.

Of course if my husband ever found out about those very same things,
he'd probably divorce me on the spot. It's a very thin line being a
practical woman, and one that very few men can truly appreciate. So
sure, I was feeling a little proud of my little girl for dealing with
that cop in the way nature had intended, namely trading sex for
whatever it was Amanda needed. In this case a real break from getting
a ticket, or worse. But still, she was only 11 years old, I thought,
so how good might she really be at sucking a cock?

She'd never done it before, had she? And of course my thoughts went
straight to Mr. Lawson, her 5th grade teacher who I myself had sucked
off less than 24 hours before. He thought I was Amanda, could he have
had her mouth...No. I shook my head, that was a first for Lawson, or
he'd have been all over me from the opening bell. But if Amanda hadn't
learned from her pedophile teacher, then...

rinnnng rinnnng

My celphone was ringing, in Amanda's purse. "Hello?"

"Amanda? I mean, Jennifer?" Tom asked, probably shaking his head.

"Hi Tom." I said and right then I had a pretty good idea who might
have taught my darling little daughter how to suck penis.

"How's the driving lessons going?" He chuckled and the man just didn't
know how lucky he was to be talking on a phone. His balls would have
been seriously sore if I'd been able to reach them with my foot.

"Don't ask. We went 20 feet; almost hit a tree, a dog, the mailman,
and a cop pulled us over." I tried to control my voice, but I was a
little sarcastic, maybe.

"A cop?" Tom stopped chuckling. "For what?"

"For what do you think?" I said, definitely being sarcastic then.

"So uh, okay...What are you doing now?" He asked.

"Ohhh, just waiting for Amanda to finish blowing the cop so we can try
again." I said airily, as if that were just peachy with me.

"Blowing...the...cop." Tom said in his slow low voice. "You're
kidding, right?"

"Nope." I puckered my "P" sound at the end.

"Uhhhh...She's eleven, dear." Tom said.

"I know dear." I replied. "Where do you think she might have learned
how to suck cock in the last 3 days?"

"Heh." Tom cleared his throat. "Now...I can explain that."

"Good." I told him. "I'll be expecting it." And I turned off the phone
as Amanda was getting out of the police car. Tom would need the time
to come up with an explanation anyway.

The cop was getting out too, walking with her, keeping his hand on her
ass all the way up til she got back into the driver's seat. My
daughter's smiling face was a little flushed and her lips glistened
with creamy sperm, but it looked like she hadn't made too much of a
mess. Tom must have been teaching her well, I thought.

"You drive carefully, ma'am." The cop was smiling. "And you..." He
looked at me. "...Just say no, right?"

"No." I told him.

And then he left us finally, getting back in his cruiser and giving
Amanda a very friendly wave as he drove slowly past, and I stuffed the
papers back in the glove compartment while Amanda gushed.

"Oh wow mom! I thought he was taking me to jail!" Amanda was nodding
and her big green eyes were wide. "But then he said I could probably
stay out of jail if I sucked on his cock, so I did! That's okay right?
I mean so I don't have to go to jail?"

"Cock?" I stared at her.

"Yeah, Daddy said those are cocks, I shouldn't call them wieners
anymore, cause it sounds sort of silly when a grown up like me says
it." Amanda nodded. "So I call them cocks and cocksucking and fucking
and I like to fuck mom. I like being a cocksucker too, but not as much
as fucking. I wish he'd fucked me!"

"Great." I nodded. "Your daddy is really helping us out, isn't he? So
just how many times did you and daddy do it, sweetie?"

"Sucking? Or fucking, mommy?" Amanda asked and she was smiling with a
little confusion, I thought, maybe wondering why I was so curious.

"Uh, both."

"Oh um, I sucked him once, I mean so his stuff, his cum came out in my
mouth. It's kinda good." She smiled, like I might not know that
already. "And then we fucked and then I sucked him some more, and then
he fucked me again."

"While I was at school, right? Yesterday?" I asked.

"Uh-huh." Amanda nodded.

"Did daddy use a rubber? Did he put a balloon thing on his cock before
he fucked you?"

"Oh no." Amanda giggled. "We're making twins in my tummy! That's why
we have to...oh..." She bit her bottom lip.

"That's a secret, right?" I was nodding and so was my little,
well...my big girl.

"Daddy said we we're gonna surprise you." Amanda said. "Kinda."

"Oh, I'm not surprised, sweetie." I sighed. "Not surprised at all.
Come on, we'll leave the car here, Daddy can sleep in it when he comes
home."

We walked to the house together, it wasn't far at all, and the car was
sort of parked okay where it was. The right front tire was on the
grass, but no big deal.

So Tom was fucking Amanda, huh? No surprise there, I was just
surprised they kept it a secret from me for 12 whole hours. Amanda was
a beautiful woman, the same beautiful woman I'd been just a few days
before, and Tom had a serious sex drive. That man could fuck, no doubt
about it, and so could Amanda. And technically he was married to her
now, but not really.

He was married to me, a loud voice was saying in my head. I was his
wife and so now Tom was a cheating on me, with our own daughter no
less. I'd never fucked another man. I'd done just about everything
else over our 12 years of marriage, but I'd never done that.

And what was this business about twins? I knew he wanted more kids.
Tom had made that clear plenty of times, but I'd always refused.
Amanda herself had been an accident, a happy one to be sure and I
didn't regret having her, but nonetheless...

I'd been just 17 then and Tom had done the right thing, of course, by
marrying me and we had a good marriage. We'd proven a lot of people
wrong in both of our families by staying together through some tough
years. And now he was cheating on me? It kind of burned a little.

But I couldn't be mad at Amanda, she was just 11 years old, and while
she was smart, she liked to act a little immature. Probably because I
tended to baby her, I knew I was sort of a controlling person. And Tom
didn't help, he spoiled her terribly. And now he was promising the
child twins!

I almost laughed at that, but I couldn't. That was my body they were
planning on filling up with babies. I admit I'm a bit of a narcissist,
but I have good reason to be. All modesty aside, if I hadn't had
Amanda to lug around I probably would have gone to New York and at
least tried to be a model. I thought I could have made it too.

"Let's go take a bath, sweetie." I said, because thinking about myself
had sort of gotten me in the mood to see myself, if you know what I
mean.

I'd most often enjoyed masturbating in front of a mirror, watching how
my body responded to my explorations, my touches. Maybe that sounds
bad, but I liked it a lot, and now I really wanted to see myself
again, my old self. Just to remember who I used to be, before I'd
gotten trapped in this little, flat, hairless preteen body.

"We're gonna take a bath?" Amanda frowned at that, but after I told
her I'd be taking a bath with her she thought that would be kind of
fun.

"Do you think someday you'll look like me, mom?" Amanda asked, without
really meaning to make me feel bad, but it did.

We were standing naked now, in our big bathroom. We had three, and
this was the good one. The one I'd spent most of my husband's
commission on after he'd sold a particularly lucrative property on the
waterfront. One whole wall was mirrored in piano glass, with a very
large bathtub just in front of it. More of a hot tub really, as it had
nozzles under the water, along the sides and bottom like a real
Jacuzzi, but it was a bathtub made of cream colored porcelain to go
with the cream colored tiles. Those were marble tiles, veined in pink
and imported from Italy.

I loved that bathroom, with it's matching toilet and bidet, a long
marble topped counter with real wood cabinets beneath. Two sinks and
more mirrors. Lots of mirrors, so I could see us front and back as we
stood in the middle of that large room. It was decorated nicely, in
rose and gold, with unlit candles everywhere. Tom and I made love in
that bathtub regularly and it was always good. I even had a big jar of
rose petals, real ones that we could sprinkle over the water. They'd
cling to us when we got out, but we'd remove them later in the
bedroom, so that was okay too.

Just being in there got me horny. It excited Amanda too, but only
because she hardly ever got to use that huge tub. It took forever to
fill and was more of a swimming pool for her than a bathtub, so most
often she used the smaller bathtub in the bathroom downstairs. But
that was hardly big enough for the two of us. So I ran the water and
spent the time comparing my new 11 year old body with my old 28 year
old body, and finding myself rather unhappy at the results.

I was all of 4"10 maybe, if I stood tip-toe, and the scale told me I
was 78 pounds. Amanda, in my body, was 5'10 and 122 pounds, and a lot
of that weight was muscle, carefully toned and conditioned and not so
obvious as you might think. She looked soft and pliable and it was
only when Amanda stretched, or turned a certain way that her abs
really got your attention. And her legs...My legs were skinny pale
sticks by comparison. Amanda's legs were long and smooth and white.
She needed to work on her tan, I thought. I'd worked those legs to
death and they were perfect.

I did have a nice butt though, very pert and round and it was going to
be a great one when I got older. Very tight too, not like some
children I'd noticed who ate too much candy and sat around watching
cartoons all day. They had soft flabby little bubble butts, but not
mine, thank goodness. And not Amanda's either. Her ass was a work of
art; as well it should be considering how many hours I'd spent in the
gym working on it. A man would sell his soul to bury his face between
those cheeks, I thought. It was high and tight and perfectly smooth,
without so much as a mole to spoil it. I loved my ass.

And tits? Amanda's tits were perfect, maybe just a touch smaller than
I would have liked. She could have...I could have grown another cup
size and that would have been beyond perfection, but then again a lot
of guys were into breasts like hers. Firm and upturned 34C's topped
with long dark nipples that got hard as stones when I...When Amanda
was turned on. Not a stretch mark on them either, which was one the
few good things about having a baby young, but not too young.

I'd carried Amanda easily, being made for motherhood apparently, and
fretted over the changes, but my 17 year old body had rebounded nicely
and combined with my work ethic at the fitness club, the few stretch
marks that remained, mostly around my belly button of all places,
they'd disappeared almost completely. The only way anyone would ever
notice would be to get very close to my skin and spend some time
really looking, and generally people were too busy looking at other
things in other places.

"Mommy..." Amanda looked down at me as I knelt on the cool tiles.
"What are you doing?"

"I just want to look, sweetie." I breathed, "I just want to look at
myself, it's okay."

I ran my hands up my legs...My daughter's legs, kneeling in front of
her so that my face was just below Amanda's pretty pussy. And it was
so pretty, with its neatly trimmed patch of golden brown pubic hair
above the knot of flesh where her clit was sleeping. Beneath that the
soft brown fold of her sex, Amanda's sex now, thin labia that would
get plump and greasy when excited, the wrinkled skin giving way to
smooth buttery flesh at the hollows of her thighs.

I moved my nose closer, smelling the girl, smelling the woman she now
was, and it was sweet. I loved that smell, just a hint of musk, barely
tinged with urine I thought, from recent piss. It was a natural smell,
without perfumes or deodorants to mask it. Just a little bit of soap
from the night before, the lingering smell of the Camay I liked to
use. Amanda was giggling, watching us in the mirror, but also looking
down to see me smiling as I slid my hands up and down the back of her
warm thighs.

I've never been a lesbian. I tried it once, just for fun in college
one night while Tom was working. A little kissing with our 15 year old
babysitter, Amanda was just two at the time, and I'd gone down on the
teenager largely out of curiosity more than anything else. She'd done
me too in a long glorious 69 and I'd cum, I'd cum nicely even as that
girl had filled my mouth with her own juices. But afterwards, I really
needed a cock inside me, and I knew a finger or even a big hard dildo
just wouldn't do.

Sometimes I remembered that babysitter of ours, but I couldn't even
remember her name 7 years later. I thought about how nice it might
have been if Tom had walked in and found us together. If he'd smiled
and undressed and slipped his big thick cock into my steaming pussy
while that teenage girl sucked my clit hard. It was a good fantasy,
and one I returned to often, but I'd never tried to arrange a
threesome for us, mostly because I didn't really want to see my
husband fucking another girl.

"Ohhh...M-Mommy..." Amanda gave a little gasp as I pressed my lips to
my pussy, to her pussy I should say. I'd imagined myself doing that on
occasion, being able to kiss myself, and now...How could I not? Even
if she was my own daughter, it was still my body.

"Shhh..." I smiled briefly and grabbed Amanda's ass, my too small
fingers digging into that taut flesh as I licked her slit, digging a
furrow between her labia with the tip of my tongue. She didn't taste
like anything yet, but I knew she would be very tasty soon enough. I
loved the way I tasted and I'd been licking my fingers clean since the
day I'd learned how to make myself cum some 15 years before.

I tilted my face up, pressing my preteen mouth to Amanda's sex and
working my tongue around quickly, flicking it across her warm skin and
inviting the girl to open up for me. I was pleasantly surprised, but
maybe I shouldn't have been, when Amanda's hands went to my head, her
fingers combing through my soft blonde hair as she held my mouth to
her pussy. She was feeling it now, the little butterflies just
starting to flutter in her tummy. Her knees went soft, just enough to
push herself down against me and I stiffened my tongue, pushing a
little deeper as I felt her pussy lips open.

I was making her wet with my saliva and soon her juices would be added
to the mix and I wanted to taste that so badly. I was moaning into her
cunt, holding my mouth tight against her, breathing through my nose
and smelling Amanda's increasing arousal. I was Frenching her cunt,
there's no better explanation, I was kissing her with my tongue
working deeper, exploring the soft bumps and uneven ridges I'd only
imagined beneath my probing fingers. Now I was kissing them, playing
my tongue inside that sweet hole, tasting the bittersweet essence of
her growing pleasure.

My own body was hot and flushed pink with excitement. My nipples felt
raw in the cool air and my little immature clit began to throb, trying
to grow up as it became engorged with blood from my rapidly beating
heart. This was so wrong, part of me warned, I was committing incest,
making love to my own daughter. Using her for my own selfish reasons,
but that voice meant very little to me then. I was overwhelmed with
the desire, and not so much for my daughter, as it was a perverse
desire to make love to myself.

Of course I had another excuse too, since my husband had already
fucked her, what...three times? Four? And had taught Amanda how to
suck his cock and even swallow his sperm, apparently. So I was only
following my husband's example, taking my cues on child raising from
him. That two wrongs couldn't possibly make a right never even
occurred to me, and I seriously doubted that Amanda cared very much
about the wrongness of our acts. She was feeling very, very good, I
could tell.

"Ohhh Mommy...kiss me more...uhhhmmm...kiss it...it feels good,
Mommy!" Amanda was grinding now, her body going all by itself as her
juices flooded my eager mouth.

I was mouthing her clit then, sucking on it like a sweet little cock,
no bigger than my 11 year old pinky finger, if even that big, but it
had all the nerves the girl could want, and I knew that was the
quickest way to bring her off. That was another good thing about her
being me, and me being Amanda - I knew exactly what I was doing when
it came to making my daughter feel good. I knew all the right buttons
and even more importantly, the thing a lot of good lovers forget, I
knew the right order in which to push them.

It might have been funny, or even clinically interesting, the way I
could make Amanda cum over and over again, virtually without stop for
as long as I liked. For as long as my tongue could keep moving, my
fingers keep probing. Those were the only limiting factors and I had
the girl, the woman, down on the floor, with her thighs around my
head, and she was crying. Literally weeping as her body jerked
uncontrollably.

My fingers were pumping in and out of Amanda's cunt quickly, and
easily, all four of them because my 11 year old hand was very small. I
could hear her moans and gasps like music to my ears, and her ass was
bouncing off the floor. I had a wicked thought then, just an impulse
really, and I tucked in my thumb, pressing my entire hand inside my
daughter's pussy, staring at it and feeling my own juvenile orgasm
rising as my hand disappeared inside her resisting hot hole.

It wasn't totally easy, I wasn't all that big down there after all, my
pussy was nice and tight around Tom's cock, but he was large too and
my wrist was so thin, it couldn't be much bigger around than his dick.
But my hand was a bit bigger, and odd shaped, so I did have to push a
little hard, working it back and forth while Amanda spasmed around it.
She was loving every second of it, being fisted like that, and I
wondered why I'd never tried it. Not with Tom, of course, he'd be much
too big, but I might have someone if I'd really looked...Would that be
cheating? I wondered...Briefly.

"Oh shit!" I breathed and squeezed my thighs together, feeling my
little pussy contracting hard as I came. My whole hand was inside
Amanda's cunt now. She'd resisted but her juices and movements,
combined with my determination had made it happen finally. I was in
her now and I curled my fingers into a little fist, staring at my
daughter's plump lips as they seemed to suck at my wrist.

I moved back and forth a little loving the feeling of her cunt, so
warm and tight inside. Amanda was squeezing me with her pussy, hard
too, those muscles inside working against the sweet intrusion of my
fist. Mostly though I just turned my hand, rotating it slowly, feeling
the soft hot walls of her juicy cunt yielding to the uneven shape and
making her cry out with pleasure.

I'd never been fisted in my life and seeing it happen to my body, to
Amanda's body made me orgasm like crazy. For being just a kid, this
little body knew what it was doing, I thought, but only barely because
my mind was too busy dealing with all the fireworks going off behind
my blinking eyes.

I fisted her for a few minutes like that, until it was clear that my
baby was exhausting herself. She'd reached down, grabbing my arm just
below the elbow, hunching herself on my hand as she tried to pull me
even deeper, but that was enough for her first time, I thought, and I
pulled out slowly, drawing a resentful groan from Amanda's panting
mouth.

I went back to licking my daughter then, and she was so wet it was
like she'd peed herself. But it wasn't urine I was drinking down, it
was my daughter's cum and it was warm and oily and almost bitter, but
I loved every drop and I mouthed her clit and cunt eagerly, sucking
every part of her I could reach as I rubbed my own tiny clit
frantically, both of us wriggling around on the bathroom floor like
women possessed. Or a woman and a little girl possessed, I should say.

It was almost cruel, I knew, and perhaps this was just my way of
punishing my darling little girl for fucking my husband. Even though I
knew it wasn't her fault, I was still a woman and well, sometimes we
just have to be a little cruel, even to the ones we love. I'd been
making her cum for 15 minutes at least, maybe more. Sucking her clit
until it got to that point where it was so sensitive it hurt to be
looked at, and then going to Amanda's anus, the secret button that
really launched me, her now, when my clit was off limits. I licked
around her sweet sphincter and pushed a finger inside, hard, not
gently, because hard and deep always felt best.

"Ahhhhh!" Amanda screamed, cumming again as I wriggled my finger as
deep as I could get it inside her clenching asshole. I wished my
finger was bigger, but it was working okay and I went back to her clit
in the middle of Amanda's orgasm, pinching it between my lips and
pulling, because that hurt a lot right then, but in a good way, trust
me, and she wasn't coming down for a long time after that. I'd just
put Amanda on the moon and for a moment I thought she'd stopped
breathing, with her head tilted away, her back arched sharply and her
thighs squeezing my cheeks so hard I thought my ears would pop.

But then I heard a long deep moan and she went slack, her body just
collapsing as she lay there all pink and sweating and gasping for air.
And that was my cue to turn off the water. I'd finished Amanda off
just in time for our bath.


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End of Mommy Misplaced Chapter 5
Continued in Chapter 6

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