Mommy’s Little Girl [MD/lg] [littlespace] [lesbian] [ageplay] [affection]

The familiar feeling of soft cotton on my pale skin excited me as I slipped into my favorite pinky puppy onesie. My nails were painted a light pink, and I put a little more blush on my cheeks than I normally wear. I pulled on a pair of thigh high white socks with polka dots (pink of course). I put my hair into pigtails, taking the time to make sure they were perfectly symmetrical on my head, clipping pink bows on them to complete the outfit. I looked positively adorable.

I heard the soft ding of my phone, and I threw myself onto the bed to grab it, landing with a soft bounce on the mattress that propelled me back into the air for a moment, a fit of giggles hitting me as I opened my phone.

‘I’m coming home little one. Would you like something to eat?’

My heart skipped a beat. She was close!

‘Chicken!’ I wrote back frantically, sending a picture of myself laying on the bed.

‘Pigtails huh? And my favorite puppy onesie? Mommy will be home in a few minutes.’

I sighed longingly as I turned onto my back and scrolled through my phone. I was tempted to pull up a video of our favorite ABDL scene, the thought of playing with myself in my onesie bringing about extreme arousal. But I resisted. Mommy would be disappointed I didn’t wait. And besides, I’d be rewarded if I was a patient girl.

Minutes passed by like hours until I heard the lock turn on the door of our apartment. I took what felt like a full sprint towards the door, watching as it opened and closed again, my life now complete again with the figure in the doorway.

“Mommy!” I screamed, slamming into her at nearly full speed, throwing my arms around her tightly. She was taller than me by 4 or 5 inches, not hard at my small frame of 5’5”. Her long brown hair was down, and she was wearing her patented black pantsuit with a white blouse. Her blue eyes shone like little orbs in the dim light of the apartment, her pearly white teeth smiling down at me.

“Hi baby girl,” she chuckled, setting the food down before embracing me in a tight bear hug. “Did you miss me? Hmm? Oh I know Kookie, I know,” she smiled running her fingers just under my onesie along my shoulder blades, sending goosebumps to the surface of my skin, throwing me into a fit of giggles. I kept my arms locked in a vice grip around her waist until she too was laughing. “Ok Khloe, come on we have to eat, I’m hungry!”

With a pout I let go. I watched her begin to unload the bag of food onto the table when I stopped her.

“Mommy can we have a picnic in the living room?” I said sweetly, pulling her around to face me.

“I don’t know Kookie. We don’t want to make a mess on the carpet, and sometimes you’re not very careful..” she said slowly, eyeing my reaction.

“Come on! Just this once! You’ve been gone all week and I didn’t eat in there even once!”

I watched her hand reach out to stroke my cheek. She smiled down at me and grabbed the food.

“Ok sweetie. But just tonight ok?”

I nodded as solemnly as one could with a Cheshire grin on my face as I helped her take the food to the living room. We ate quickly, both of us very hungry, but not without talking about our week apart. I shuffled as closely to her as I could on the couch, determined not to let her go away again if I could help it. Her week had been full of meetings. Mine had been sleepless nights clutching a teddy and staring at my phone.

Once we’d finished dinner Mommy cleaned the mess up for us, returning to the living room with a small black tub in her hands. My eyes lit up as I sat straight up on the couch cushions, watching as she pulled two silver spoons from behind the container in her hands.

“Ice cream!” I shouted, and I heard her laugh as she sat down next to me, removing the top of the treat.

“Yes Kookie. Mommy got you some ice cream from the parlor by the subway station. You remember when we went there the first time? You remember what you said to me?”

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It felt like yesterday. I’d met a woman online. She told me her name was Gwen. She was kind, caring, understanding. She’d helped me through a really difficult time in my life. She taught me to embrace my little self. She taught me that the feelings I had weren’t odd, they weren’t weird or out of the norm. And most of all she wanted to help me, guide me.

We met at an ice cream parlor on the corner of Second Street and Walsh. It was a cozy little joint, situated between an apartment building and a deli. The sign out front was neon pink, and the inside was lit up like a 50s diner, complete with red cushioned barstools and a man with a tall white hat.

I ordered birthday cake, of course with sprinkles, and sat at a corner booth, waiting. Moments later I saw the most beautiful woman in the world walk in. She was tall and busty, and her long brown hair flowed over her shoulders, blown back by the draft from the door. She ordered rocky road, and strode right over to the booth to sit next to me.

We talked for hours that night. So long they had to kick us out, and then we went back Gwen’s place and talked some more. We must have discussed every detail of our lives that night.

We made soft, sweet, passionate love that night. And every night since then I’d either laid with her or thought of her.

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“I told you I wanted you to be my Mommy,” I said in a small voice, barely loud enough to be heard over the air conditioning.

“Yes you did baby. Yes you did..”

I let my head fall on her shoulder, her arm holding me tightly and rubbing my back gently. For a moment there was no sound other than our breathing, the dim light of a lamp the only illumination in the apartment.

“I missed you Mommy,” I mumbled, squeezing her tightly. Her perfume filled my nose, bringing about fond memories and warm fuzzy feelings. It was almost as good as the smell of baby oil on her hands after bath time. I nuzzled into her neck, nearly forcing myself onto her lap.

“Ohhh Mommy missed you too Kookie,” she sighed as she took my pigtails in her hands softly. “Mommy has been so lonely in that hotel room all week. Talking to rude men that act like spoiled little boys. It’s made her really appreciate you sweetie. My sweet little one..”

I smiled at her compliment, swinging my legs across her lap.

“Oh are we begging now?” She chuckled as she situated herself with the newfound weight on her legs. “Did someone really really miss having Mommy around?”

I could only nod silently, my heart racing as I felt her begin to undo her blouse.

“Yes baby. Mommy knows. Here we go,” she said smiling, her blouse now completely open, shifting her large breast out of her bra cup. She let out a long sigh as it escaped its wire prison, now hanging comfortably off her chest. Her soft hand wrapped around my neck, cradling my head gently, guiding my mouth to her teat. “There we go,” she sighed as I latched on happily. “That’s Mommy’s girl.”

Everything felt right again in the world. My spirit quieted in her arms, and for the first time in a week I felt peace within me. I felt my heart swell as we shared the intimacy of a loving Mommy/daughter relationship. It was moments like these that made life worth living.

Her fingers ran down my chest to caress the inside of my thighs.

The quiet sounds of my suckling continued as I felt my onesie unsnapped from my waist, the elastic springing up to expose my panties, a thin red thong the only thing covering my precious nether. Mommy’s fingers ran along it before gently pulling the fabric aside, exposing me to the cold air of the room. I whimpered softly in protest, closing my legs tightly.

“Shhh shhh shh,” Mommy purred, pulling a blanket over us as my legs slowly opened again. “My little girl is so fussy isn’t she? Yes we should take care of that. Mommy has been gone and her little one has needs that haven’t been met.”

I felt her fingers run the length of my wet slit, gathering a thin coat of slickness on her skin as she softly rubbed me. I moaned softly into her breast, clutching her tightly as she continued. She found my small clit, swollen with desire, and began to rub it in small circles with her thumb, two of her fingers sliding inside of me. They moved in unison, an expert touch that only a familiar lover would know, and soon I was squirming in her lap.

“Have you been a patient girl?” She looked down her nose at me.

“Mm hmmf,” I mumbled, my lips still forming a tight seal on her areola.

“You promise? Mommy will know. Mommy always knows.”

I could only nod as her hand continued. Her pace quickened, the pressure on my clit increasing with each passing moment.

My back arched and my head left her breast, hanging off of her arm, my face gazing up at hers. I moaned in high pitch squeaks as I neared climax, my breaths now coming in pants. Her blue eyes locked into mine. This was Mommy’s favorite part of play time. She always said that you could see a soul in the eyes of an orgasming lover. My eyes met hers, my face contorted by the immeasurable pleasure from her hand.

“That’s it sweetie,” she smiled as her fingers continued their assault on my sweet sex. My hips bucked in time as I could no longer control them. I was clay in her hands, being molded as she saw fit. “Just let it go baby. Mm hmm. That’s it. There you go.. there you go.. there’s a good girl.. that’s Mommy’s girl..”

Her gentle voice was drowned out by my screams of pleasure, a carnal cacophony filling the living room. My hips bucked as my pussy spammed uncontrollably, and I buried my face in her chest, sucking hungrily as my moans were muffled by her soft breast. Again and again the waves of pleasure flowed through me, until I was unable to move or speak, too focused on breathing. My eyes were covered in shadow, tiny colors dancing before them, a pleasurable light show.

Soon the curtains opened, and I saw Mommy looking down at me, her eyes full of love as she kissed my forehead, replacing my panties and re-snapping my onesie. Her arms took me close and she rocked us slowly back and forth, Mommy and little girl reunited after too long apart. Once my breathing returned to normal she spoke.

“Someone missed Mommy hmm? Yes baby. Mommy missed you too,” she said softly, kissing my forehead. “Would you like to take a bath with Mommy tonight? She brought some very special toys from her trip that we can share,” she said with a grin, a mischievous smile forming on her lips.

“Toys?!” I said excitedly, jumping to my feet. “Can we use bubbles too?!”

My excitement earned me a hearty laugh from Mommy, who stood from the couch and folded the blanket, tossing it over the end of the couch. Taking my hand, she lead me towards the bedroom, grabbing her purse on the way.

“Of course we can Kookie. And Mommy would love as little attention from her little one,” she said with a mischievous smile, landing a quick, playful swat on my bottom as the door closed behind us.

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