Message-ID: <55864asstr$1179119401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: k79g2000hse.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: rache <rache696@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1179108450.805604.234860@k79g2000hse.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 14 May 2007 02:07:31 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Windows NT 5.1; en-US; rv:1.8.1.3) Gecko/20070309 Firefox/2.0.0.3,gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: k79g2000hse.googlegroups.com; posting-host=203.177.239.193; posting-account=qBK25Q0AAACTpvYY3RGCixMIsuvRRKwm X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 13 May 2007 19:07:30 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Mommy Misplaced ch5 by Rachael Ross (M/F(g), g(F)/F(g), Incest, Pedo, Oral, Police, Fisting) Lines: 575 Date: Mon, 14 May 2007 01:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2007/55864> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, emigabe 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 satisfaction. All chapters completed to date may be found free of charge at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm in both HTML and Plain Text formats. -rr 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. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-= End of Mommy Misplaced Chapter 5 Continued in Chapter 6 rache696@yahoo.com www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+