Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Lexie
Sunlight warms my face, slowly pulling me back to the land of the living as I stretch in my bed. My body is deliciously sore, my pussy and my ass both still aching from my Mommy’s rough use the night before.
I’ve never felt so… alive.
As I lie there, staring up at the ceiling, I let the events of our “family dinner” play over in my mind. From getting to know my new friends better, to being spoiled by my uncles, right up to being fucked into oblivion on the table in front of everyone.
That last part… god. I think I could relive Mommy fucking me on that table over and over every night for the rest of my life and die a happy Little girl.
Not just because she gave me two of the most spectacular orgasms of my life, but because of how she reacted toward the end.
The way she went completely feral, fucking me as though her life depended on it.
I’ve never had anyone crave me that way. And I think I might be addicted to how much she wants me.
Then there was the nursing. Drinking Mommy’s milk straight from the source.
Out of everything we’ve shared, that is the most intimate by far.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt as close to another human being as I did with her sweet milk flooding my mouth with my body still humming from our lovemaking.
At the time, it had seemed the most natural thing in the world, so natural I didn’t even think about it.
In the morning light, it still feels natural, though if I let myself think too hard about it, the embarrassment starts to creep in.
So I won’t think about how familiar her milk tasted, and how I’ve clearly been drinking it since before I stepped foot on the island. And I definitely won’t think about how fucked-up it is for a grown woman to be nursing from another human.
Luckily, I’m distracted from that particular rabbit hole by the pressure in my abdomen telling me I need to pee.
I could probably find a way out of my crib and sneak into the bathroom before Mommy comes to get me up.
But that would only end up with me over her knee, and the thought of starting my morning with a spanking isn’t very appealing.
More than that, though, I’ve seen how much she enjoys it when I use my diaper. And really, is it so bad? Weird and uncomfortable, yes, but now that I’ve done it a few times it’s not nearly as gross as I thought it would be.
And it would make Mommy happy. Which is the real reason I find myself closing my eyes and pretending I’m sitting on a toilet instead of lying in bed trying to pee in a diaper. I imagine her smiling face, beaming down at me as my muscles relax and my bladder empties.
“What a good Little girl you are, my love.”
My eyes fly open at the sound of her voice and I stare up at the real deal, not just my imagination. Embarrassment creeps into my cheeks, and I smile shyly. “Hi, Mommy.”
Her smile widens as she reaches for the latches on either side of the crib. “Good morning, baby. Let’s get you out of that wet diaper and into a bath. How does that sound?”
“Okay, Mommy.”
Helping me down from the crib, she leads me into the bathroom, and I can’t help but grimace a bit at the feel of the squishy diaper between my thighs.
It doesn’t last too terribly long, however, and soon she has the diaper off me and I’m sinking into a blissfully hot bath, surrounded by pink bubbles.
“How are you feeling this morning, little imp? Any soreness?”
“Some,” I confess, the blush from earlier still heating my cheeks. “But it’s okay. I–I like it.”
“Oh?” There’s a hint of curiosity in her tone as her fingers travel through the water up the inside of my thigh. “Do you like the way Mommy hurts you, baby?”
Need flares to life between my legs. “Uh-huh.” My response is breathless, my lungs seizing with the aching want her touch inspires.
“That makes Mommy so very happy to hear, little one.” Her fingers brush over my throbbing clit, pulling a whimper from my lips as I raise my hips, silently begging for more. “Are you too sore to ride Mommy’s cock again this morning?”
“No, no, I want to. Please, Mommy.”
“Good girl. Let’s get you washed up, then.”
We hurry through my bath with far more urgency than the days previous, and when I’m squeaky-clean and dry again, she leads me back out to my nursery, where she settles in the oversized glider.
Hiking up her flowing dress, she reveals a different cock I’ve never seen before.
This one is a bright pink and covered with glitter.
Pretty, in a fun way that feels like it’s more for my amusement than anything.
Mommy holds open her arms, beckoning me. “Come here, little imp.”
Driven by the need pulsing through my veins, I climb up with her, straddling her slender legs and lowering my sore pussy down onto her cock.
It’s smaller than the one from last night, though it still stretches my aching muscles in a way that pulls a sigh from deep within my being as I sink down onto her.
“That’s my good Little girl,” she croons, tugging at the top of her dress so her breast pops free. “Come here, baby. Let Mommy feed you.”
My mouth waters at the memory of her milk, and I obediently duck my head to take her nipple into my mouth while we rock together, her pink glittery dick sliding in and out of my spasming pussy with every movement.
“Such a hungry baby,” she murmurs, running her fingertips down my back as I move on her. “Do you like Mommy’s milk, little one?”
Without releasing her nipple, I nod and hum with satisfaction as the sweet liquid once more pours over my tongue.
“That makes me so happy, baby. You make me so happy.”
Pleasure builds in my core with every roll of my hips. Unlike the night before, this morning is slow, almost leisurely, a gentle ride to the top.
I’m almost there when the milk stops flowing, and I can’t help but whine at the loss.
“Shh, baby. There’s more. Here, my love.”
Still moving on her, I shift to the opposite breast, sighing happily when my mouth is once more flooded with her.
“That’s my good girl.” Her crooning praise washes over me. “Are you going to come for me, baby? Are you going to come with your pussy full of Mommy’s cock and your mouth full of Mommy’s milk?”
I can’t possibly give her a verbal answer, so I respond the only way I know how, my movements growing frantic as I chase my pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Just like that. Let Mommy feel that sweet little cunt milking her cock. Come for me, babygirl. Just for me.”
Just for you. Only for you.
The thoughts echo in my mind as the orgasm crashes over me, bathing me in pleasure as my pussy contracts around her cock.
And then it’s Mommy’s turn, her nails biting into my hips as she bucks beneath me, her body clenching with her own orgasm before she collapses again, panting for breath as she smiles down at me.
“Such a good, filthy little baby. Come, let’s get some solid food in your tummy and then Mommy has a surprise for you.”
Catharina
“But where are we going?”
I’ve lost count of how many times my Little girl has asked me that exact question since I told her I had a surprise for her and I can’t help but chuckle at the whine in her voice. “I told you, it’s a surprise.”
“Maybe I don’t like surprises.” Huffing out a breath, she sits back against the seat, her arms crossed over her denim overalls. The pants, combined with the pretty blue-gingham top and her hair up in little buns on the top of her head, make for the cutest damn Little girl I’ve ever seen in my life.
Not so cute that I’m willing to give into her petulant behavior, however.
“Oh, well that’s a shame, then,” I say lightly. “I’ll just have Gavin turn the car around. Gavin, my Little girl doesn’t want her—”
“No!” With a loud cry, she dives forward, slapping her hand over my mouth, her eyes wild with worry. “I want my surprise, I do!”
Tugging her hand away from my face, I raise a brow, doing my best to look stern despite the desire to burst into laughter welling in my chest. “Alexis Paige. Did you lie to Mommy about not liking surprises?”
Pink floods her cheeks as she tugs on her hand, but I keep a firm grip on her. “Technically I said maybe I don’t like surprises. So it’s not really a lie. The possibility is always there.”
“This is what I get for picking such a smart Little girl,” I grumble, finally letting the smile I’ve been fighting curve my lips. “You are too intelligent for my own good, Alexis Paige.”
“But Mommy you’re the smartest, prettiest woman in the whole world.” She bats her lashes at me, and I can’t help but give into the urge to laugh.
“You’re lucky you’re so cute,” I tell her, tapping a finger on her nose.
“Cute enough for you to tell me what my surprise is?”
The car slows and I gesture to the window. “Why don’t you look for yourself?”
Squealing with excitement, she clambers over me to stare out the window. “A farm? Oh! Oh! Are we going to get to play with the animals?”
“Yes, little one.” Though the “animals” aren’t anything like what she’s expecting, I’m sure of it, and I can’t wait to see her reaction to our little petting zoo.
With a happy bounce, she reaches for the door but I stop her with a soft smack to her hand.
But if someone were to see her now, cradling her hand against her chest, her green eyes swimming with tears, they could be forgiven for thinking I’d hit her exceptionally hard.
Hell, I’m the one who swatted her and even I think I must be a monster, she looks so devastated.
“Wait for Gavin to open the door,” I remind her, keeping my voice low and soothing to ease the sting of having her hand smacked. “Gavin will make sure it’s safe for you to get out.”
Sniffling quietly, she nods. “Okay, Mommy.”
“That’s my good girl.”
A moment later, the door opens, revealing a grinning Gavin. “Are you ready to go see all the animals, little Lexie?”
“Yes!” Now that the door is open, she clambers out, dancing in place as she waits for me. “Hurry, Mommy, hurry!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming, little one. Be patient.
” But there’s no heat to my words, only the laughter I can’t quite suppress as I climb out of the car behind her.
My own jeans feel odd against my skin, as they’re not an item I generally wear.
But it is a farm of sorts, and the thought of coordinating outfits with my Little one was too much fun to pass up.
As was the look in Alexis’s eyes when she first saw my outfit. The hunger in her eyes nearly made us late, and I have plans to take full advantage of her appreciation the second we get home.
The sound of tires scrunching on gravel distracts me from my thoughts, and I grin as the second car in our entourage pulls up beside ours. Maxwell’s driver opens the door and Victoria spills out with an excited screech, barreling straight toward me.
“Auntie Cat! You came, you came!”
Unlike before, when she vaulted herself at me, clearly expecting me to catch her, Victoria wraps her arms around my waist. Glancing up, I catch Maxwell’s eye and smile my thanks.
Clearly he kept his word about telling Victoria I won’t be picking her up the way I used to anymore, and I can only hope the others filled their Little ones in as well.
As if my thoughts have conjured them, four more cars pull in behind ours and one by one my nieces practically leap from their vehicles to run toward me, all of them throwing themselves at my waist as they chatter excitedly.
“Lexie!” Turning toward my babygirl, who is standing off to the side looking somewhat lost, Victoria squeals and races toward her, throwing her arms around Alexis’s neck.
“Are you so excited for the petting zoo? What animal do you wanna see first? The cows are my favorite but the ponies are so elegant. And there’s a barn kitty that Juliet keeps asking to take home with her, but I don’t think Bridgette is going to let her. ”
“I’m thinking about it.” Striding out of the barn wearing her signature flannel and worn jeans, Bridgette grins. “Dinah has been extra bratty lately. I think she’s feeling restless, even though she has all this space to wander around. Some kitties just do better in a home environment.”
“See, Daddy?” Juliet tugs on Jasper’s sleeve, her expression pleading. “She needs us!”
“And who is going to take care of her?” Despite his obvious reservations, Jasper’s eyes dance with amusement. “Make sure she has food and water and smack her bottom when she gets into mischief?”
“Daddy!” Wide-eyed with horror, Juliet slaps a hand over her chest. “You can’t spank a kitty! That’s—that’s animal abuse!”
Bridgette snorts out a laugh. “Trust me, Dinah is perfectly happy getting her bottom spanked when she’s in the mood for it. She’d be miserable in a home where she didn’t get swatted at least once a day.”
“Is that so?” Looking more intrigued now, Jasper hums beneath his breath. “I might know someone who would be interested in a kitten like that…”
“We’ll talk later, then.” Clapping her hands together once, Bridgette looks around at all our Little ones and grins. “For now, who wants to milk a cow?”