Her Babygirl: The Complete Collection Page 10

  It was a surprise to Becca, the night before when Elaine had sat down in front of the piano in the cottage and played her a lullaby. Hush-a-bye Mountain had made her eyes heavy, made her yawn. But now Elaine’s voice sang bawdily on the other side of the shower wall.

  “I love your voice,” Becca sighed out as Elaine came into view. Her Mommy stepped into the shower stall, shorts off and blouse unbuttoned to her navel.

  “I love you,” Elaine said, surprising Becca.

  “You do?” Becca asked.

  “I do.” Elaine was looking into her eyes. Her cheeks were a little rosy from the sun, her hands searching Becca out.

  Becca thrust herself into Elaine’s arms, her face pressing into the center of Elaine’s chest, soaking her blouse. “I love you too.”

  Elaine’s fingers worked through her hair, moving it aside. She felt the press of the older woman’s lips to her ear. “I’m so glad to hear that, my love. You’re freezing, you know. Let’s go inside and get you warmed up.”

  Becca glowed and lifted her head, kissing Elaine. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Elaine swooped Becca up into her arms and carried her up the stairs to the cottage, paying no mind to the trail of water the two of them left behind. In the bedroom, Elaine stripped down and ripped the covers back for Becca to fall into. She slid in beside her lover and cradled Becca close, arms wrapping around her little one to warm her. Becca purred and closed her eyes. “You know, this isn’t what I meant when I asked to go back to bed.”

  “No?” Elaine laughed.

  “No. I wanted to love on you,” Becca said softly. Her voice warm, imparting that when she said love on, she meant to make love to.

  “Close your eyes, baby girl. You so clearly need a nap. We can get to that later,” Elaine reassured her, even as Becca yawned to prove her point.

  “Why am I so tired?” Becca asked.

  “The sun takes a lot out of you, my darling. Rest, and when you wake up, we will do whatever you like,” Elaine promised.

  Three hours later, Becca woke up with thirst. She reached out to the bedside and grabbed her water bottle, unable to move much – Elaine held her so close. The older woman was sleeping soundly. Elaine was even snoring softly – which endeared her more to Becca. She softly moved, drinking her water in a way not to disturb her Mommy. She got up and went to the restroom, grimacing at herself in the mirror when she saw that she was more sunburned than she’d originally thought. Elaine had tried to warn her about sunscreen, but Becca was too impatient. She spotted a bottle of aloe vera on the vanity and picked it up. Five minutes later, her skin felt better albeit sticky. She left the bathroom. Now Elaine sprawled on her stomach in the bed, the sheets shoved down to the bottom.

  Her lover was a beautiful woman. Age had touched Elaine, yes, but having seen photos of her in her younger years, Becca could say with a certainty that she’d only grown more beautiful with each year. There was a refined beauty in her cheeks. Her back was softer – her legs were silkier than any of the other women Becca had been with. She knelt over the bed and pressed a kiss, unable to stop herself, to the back of Elaine’s calve. Her kisses drifted up, her touches moving with them until she was knelt behind Elaine, nuzzling at her soft pussy and backside, toying with the toy she’d put in herself last night. Her own bottom still felt full of her plug. She clenched around it, softly moaning as she stroked and circled Elaine’s body with her fingers, lips, and tongue. Slowly caressing her Mommy awake. She heard the pleasured sound of Elaine’s waking moan, then watched Elaine roll over, throwing a knee over Becca’s head to sprawl on her back. Her fingers coiled in Becca’s hair and drew her in closer, Becca’s tongue licking up, dragging at her clit.

  “You’re a naughty little girl, you know that?” Elaine purred.

  “Must I stop, Mommy?” Becca asked.

  “No. You must keep going. You keep going until I’ve come all over that beautiful face, baby girl,” Elaine gasped. Becca’s fingers had sunk inside of her, then retreated. She worked her thumb in circles, her mouth gathering spit to lather against her sensitive nerves.

  “Yes, Mommy,” Becca said, her heart full of devotion.

  Her fingers pried and twisted the plug inside Elaine’s bottom, tongue swirled over her clit. She purred into the warmth of Elaine’s thighs and did everything in her power to bring Elaine pleasure. When Elaine began to arch and buck, Becca continued, but instead of using her mouth, she moved up, straddled Elaine’s thigh, and started grinding her own pussy into Elaine’s. “Do you like this, Mommy?”

  “Mm. Yes. It feels nice, my love,” Elaine gasped.

  Becca reached for one of Elaine’s large breasts, softly squeezing it in her greedy hand. “Me too. Let me know when you’re close? You’re supposed to come on my face, after all,” she giggled.

  “Fuck,” Elaine groaned. Her hands wrapped Becca’s throat, pulling her down for a kiss of deep lust and making Becca tremble in passion.

  “Now?” Becca asked.

  “Now, now, now, little girl!” Elaine groaned.

  Becca swooped down, wrapping her lips around Elaine’s pussy once again, softly working her tongue in strong sweeps across Elaine’s pungent delicious sex. She felt her body tense up, felt the outer muscles of the older woman’s pussy start to clench hard, and she thrust two fingers inside to feel them. Elaine coated her mouth in viscous cream and Becca drank it in. “So yummy.”

  “Show me, baby.”

  Becca lifted her head, her eyes bright as she gave Elaine what she wanted, seeking the older woman’s approval.

  “You look as tasty as a cupcake. We might not need to bake anything this afternoon, sugar,” Elaine tiredly teased.

  The brat within Becca came out and she squealed.

  “Don’t worry, I was just joking,” Elaine laughed.

  Chapter 3: Elaine

  B ecca stood in the kitchen; a pink baby doll draped over her frame. She was a beauty that Elaine never tired looking at. Even her imperfections were perfect. Elaine carefully instructed Becca on each ingredient and directed her to the cabinets she’d find each one in. It had taken some time to find the vanilla extract, the woman she’d hired to stock the kitchen for her had put in a cabinet higher than Becca could reach.

  “The key to painless baking is doing your wet ingredients first, then adding in your dry. So put your butter and sugar in the mixing bowl first.”

  “I thought you said wet ingredients first.”

  “I did.”

  “But sugar isn’t dry.”

  “For this, sugar is dry. Now, is your butter soft or hard?”

  “It’s hard.”

  “Then you’ll need to put it in the microwave for a few seconds until it’s just right. Not too long, you don’t want it to get hot, or you’ll cook your egg.”

  Becca gave Elaine an exasperated look and followed each instruction. Elaine wondered how soon it would be before she had a tantrum about being corrected and bossed around but by the time Becca was pouring the batter into the cupcake papers, Elaine was convinced Becca was purposefully holding herself back from outbursts. She couldn’t have been prouder.

  “Do you want to lick the spoon now?” Elaine asked.

  Becca blushed. “I know it’s got raw egg in it, but I really do,” she admitted.

  “I won’t tell if you don’t. Some risks are worth it,” Elaine said. She indulged, each obtaining one of the eggbeaters from the handheld mixer to lick. “Next we’ve got to make your icing. What flavor were you thinking, baby girl?”

  “Orange?” Becca asked. “Can we make orange frosting?”

  “Of course, we can. Now, what are your thoughts on sprinkles?” Elaine asked her, snaking an arm around her waist. She kissed Becca’s flour-covered cheek and grinned.

  It was over too soon. Becca was packing up. Two dozen cupcakes were boxed up, in the trunk of the car. Elaine cleaned the kitchen counters of flour and icing from their prolonged efforts to make those cupcakes.

  The memory of just eight h
ours before was still with her. Remembering her little girl covered in frosting and sprinkles brought a smile to her face. Once the cupcakes had finished baking, and their frosting was sitting idle, Elaine had been hard-pressed to stop Becca from icing them hot.

  “If you do it now, they’ll melt,” she counseled.

  Becca didn’t want to hear that, and her otherwise good behavior was vanishing.

  “But I want a cupcake, Mommy,” Becca groaned.

  “They’re for your family tomorrow, anyway. You know that” Elaine tutted. She softly squeezed Becca’s side. The little lady’s pout was brutally effective. “What’s your favorite part of a cupcake?”

  “The frosting.”

  “Then you can have some of the frostings today, how about that?” Elaine negotiated.

  “What if there’s not enough?” Becca said, pouting.

  “Then we’ll just make more,” Elaine shrugged. “I’ve got plenty of sugar and egg. It’s the flour for the cake mix we’re out of, or I’d let you have some right now.”

  Becca smiled. She pressed her face into Elaine’s chest, rubbed her cheeks against Elaine’s breasts which were barely concealed in an apron, and softly kissed them. “I don’t need a cupcake. I could just put the frosting on you, Mommy,” Becca sighed out.

  Still, as a statue for a few moments, while that delectable thought ran through her like a current, Elaine, at last, answered in a low voice. “Only if I get to return the favor.”

  Becca shuddered in her arms. “Why do I feel like the tables are about to turn against me?”

  “Because I’m the boss, cupcake.” Elaine took the apron off and let her bare breasts kiss the warm kitchen air. She sat on a breakfast stool and looked at Becca expectantly. “Well, my darling, I’m ready to be frosted.”

  Becca was messy. She swathed the frosting from Elaine’s breasts to lips. She didn’t bother with sprinkles, which surprised Elaine, but it didn’t matter because Becca sucked and licked every dollop of frosting, she applied. Her teeth teased around Elaine’s nipples, tantalizing and tugging. Elaine’s fingers slipped into her hair, softly pulling it at the root as she groaned. “That feels so good.”

  When Becca was done, Elaine goosed Becca’s sides and purred, “My turn, cupcake.”

  Frosting, sprinkles, chocolate, all of it was at Elaine’s disposal as she watched Becca take off her pink baby doll nighty with grace. She leaned back against the kitchen island and Elaine helped guide her up onto it. “Why don’t you lay down?” Elaine whispered, pressing another kiss to her little one’s ear.

  “Yes, Mommy,” Becca responded, her voice subdued but eyes bright. She let herself fall back, the curls of her hair cushioning her head as her legs swung up, upon the granite counter. Elaine took the spatula and spread the sugary frosting around Becca’s breast, keeping her work tidy. A little sprinkle of the rainbow and then she moved to the next breast, repeating her work. As a hand slipped between Becca’s thighs, softly stroking her trim little mons, Elaine lowered her lips and wrapped her mouth around Becca’s right nipple. Sucking, tugging it, nibbling it softly until it was elongated between her teeth and Becca was whimpering, whining, on the counter.

  “Something wrong, little girl?” Elaine asked her.

  Becca shook her head. “No, ma’am.”

  “Are you enjoying yourself?”

  “Yes, Mommy.”

  “Good girl,” Elaine replied darkly. She covered Becca’s mouth with her hand and then moved to the young woman’s other breast, abusing it with her teeth and swiping it with her tongue, cleaning the icing from it. Her other hand softly worked Becca’s pussy, refusing to enter it even as Becca’s thighs tightened around her hand.

  “In danger of making a mess, baby?” Elaine asked.

  Becca’s eyes flashed in embarrassment.

  “It’s okay. Make a mess. Mommy will clean you up after. You don’t have to be afraid.”

  Becca moaned and licked the tips of Elaine’s fingers. Elaine pushed them into her mouth, softly depressing her tongue as the young woman sucked her fingers. Elaine resumed tonguing Becca’s nipples, teasing them with her teeth, as her fingers swirled Becca’s clit.

  “I think it’s so pretty when your body blushes like this, Becca. You get a little rosier, even with this sunburn – I can tell – and it’s heaven to see you let go,” she said this even as her thumb brushed against Becca’s clit. Becca’s eyes flashed. Her jaw dropped, a soft moan escaping around Elaine’s fingers. Elaine chose that moment to sink fingers inside the tight little crevice of Becca’s pussy and keep her thumb pressure on the princess’ clit.

  Becca’s hands in Elaine’s hair as she bit Becca’s nipple and tugged softly over and over, fucking her girl deeper with her fingers and working her clit, Becca was coming once again, this time her voice crackling. As she tensed up, Elaine pulled her fingers out and started spanking her clit softly. She said, “That’s a good girl. Let go for Mommy.”

  Becca couldn’t help but obey and raised her hips up high, gushing clear sugar into the air. Elaine rubbed her wetness all over and up Becca’s body, licking it off her breasts, then shared in the taste with the young woman. “How does my little one feel?”

  “Like I got really dirty, Mommy.”

  Elaine smiled and kissed her nose. “You did. Don’t move a muscle, I’ll be right back, baby.” When Elaine returned with a fresh diaper, Becca was clutching her reddened nipples, her knees pressed into her tummy. Like she was ready for Elaine to put her in a diaper already.

  “Now, this one is a little different. It’s not a pull-up, but it’s still cloth. I’ll have to be the one to take you out of it when you need to go to the bathroom.”

  “I can’t go in it?”

  “Of course, you can,” Elaine said, surprised.

  Becca nodded; her cheeks still pink. Elaine didn’t pry.

  She took a warm washcloth and washed Becca down gently. Her breasts first, then her pussy. She cleaned the counter around Becca too.

  After that was done, she laid the diaper beneath Becca’s lifted bottom and helped Becca hold her knees up. She took the opportunity to tickle Becca. The little darling squealed and squirmed, but Elaine told her to behave.

  Becca sighed in a pout, but Elaine stroked her hair. “Silly girl,” she said. That seemed to make Becca feel better. Elaine followed up with a cold washcloth, then fluffed powder onto Becca’s privates and her bottom, drying any moisture left behind. Then she got to work, pulling Becca’s legs down once again and pinned the little lady into her thick cloth diaper. “There you are my cupcake. All clean and dry.”

  Becca glowed; her eyelids heavy.

  Elaine reached for her. “I’ll ice these later. You look like you need a nap, baby.”

  “I don’t want to nap.”

  “Too bad. You’re tired and who’s the boss?”

  “You, Mommy,” Becca tiredly smiled.

  “That’s right.” Elaine picked Becca up and walked her, very casually, back into the bedroom. “I’ll even sing you to sleep,” Elaine promised.

  Becca was out halfway through Edelweiss, but Elaine kept singing as she moved around the room, tidying up.

  Now Elaine pressed her hand into her pocket and turned the necklace that laid within in her fingers. It was probably too soon to give Becca such a gift. But she didn’t care about external timetables any more. It was pretty, she thought Becca would like it, and she wanted to mark Becca as her own.

  Becca was packing in the bedroom. Elaine finished cleaning the kitchen. Sunday dinner was just a drive away.

  “Becca, when you’re done… I’d like you to come in here for a moment.”

  “Am I in trouble, Mommy?” Becca asked with a big grin on her face as she poked her head out of the bedroom.

  “No. Quite the opposite,” Elaine answered, unable to stop herself from smiling back. “I’ve just got a question for you.”

  Discipline For A Little One

  Chapter 1: Becca

  “A m I in t
rouble, Mommy?”

  “No. Quite the opposite. I’ve just got a question for you.”

  Becca approached Elaine with apprehension. They’d exchanged words of love just a day ago – but even now, Becca was prepared for the other shoe to drop. In the back of her mind, the words echoed but Becca wondered, has changed her mind about me?

  “I feel so complete with you, Becca. When I am not with you, I carry you around with me in my heart. I was wondering if you’d carry me around in yours.” Elaine lifted her hand which held a delicate silver chain splayed. At the center of it was a locket.

  Becca licked her lips, her mouth feeling dry. She tilted her head, her hair falling to the side. “You got that for me?”

  Her voice came out small and soft. Her eyes felt damp. She hadn’t moved, but she could feel the color in her cheeks rising.

  Elaine faltered a little, showing the tiniest bit of vulnerability. “I know it’s nothing fancy but… I thought you’d like it.”

  “I do like it,” Becca replied quickly. She stepped forward, her hand lifting to touch Elaine’s, her fingertips skimming the chain. It was fragile. Becca would have to be careful. “It’s beautiful. I’ve just never…”

  “What?”

  “I never thought I would be the kind of person someone would give this sort of gift to,” Becca said, her eyes on the floor, admitting in a slow and embarrassed manner.

  “I don’t think there’s any other kind of person I would rather give this to,” Elaine answered back. “It suits you, Babygirl.”

  “It does?” Becca asked, struck. “I haven’t put it on yet. How do you know?”

  “Just a feeling,” Elaine said softly. “Can I put it on you?”

  Becca nodded in agreement. Her head was spinning. This was the last thing she expected. Her eyes brimmed with tears and she sat down on a nearby stool, lifting her hair away from her neck.

  Elaine came up behind her, slipping the delicate chain around her neck and she heard the fastening of the latch, faint but final. She turned around to face Elaine and all but buried her face in Elaine’s chest, seeking the warm comfort of her embrace. “There, little girl. Now you can keep me with you always.”