A Mothers Needs Chapter 1
Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 8:47 pm
I have began to write a story.. I am not sure how it will turn out but I have completed the first chapter. So far it is just setting the scene for things to come but doesnt hold too much ab/dl within yet. Never fear that will come as the story progresses. I hope you enjoy what i have done so far and would love to hear any constructive criticism that you have and encouragement to continue. Anyway with out any more blabbering here it is...
Chapter 1
John paused in front of the mirror. The image that faced him was not the image he had grown accustomed to seeing over the past 10 years as an adult. John was a tall, yet slim, 28 year old male. His hair was a shiny jet black and currently was long enough to be placed in pigtails. And that was exactly how they were right at that moment; in pigtails. One could think this was a strange thing, but knowing John’s story as I do and looking at what he is wearing right now, it comes as no shock to me at all. For you see, John is my baby. Albeit a rather large baby, but mine none the less. He wasn’t always dressed as he is now, in his lovely baby doll outfit and his large padded behind poking out from beneath it. Crawling around on all fours and sucking furiously on his pacifier is only a new part of John’s life. To fully explain John’s rather unusual behaviour I think I should tell you all a story, one which I assume, since you are reading this, you will enjoy. I know John loves his story time and I hope you do to.
To start with, my name is Angel Johnson, or as baby John now calls me, Mummy Angel. I have a curvy 5’8” frame that some would call a voluptuous figure. I am a brunette with long hair which I have cut the fringe to sit in a sharp line just above my eyebrows. I am 30 years of age yet I still have a youthful air to my appearance that makes many people think I am much younger than I am. Most people would consider me pretty or even cute and I have never had a problem with attracting men. In fact as an artist I would meet many gorgeous males and sometimes even females that I invited to my bed, but I always felt something was missing in those relationships yet couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. That all changed when I met John.
John came into my life at a time when I found myself confused and searching for some answers about myself and life. At first he was just a new flatmate. Someone to fill the room of my friend who had met someone had recently left. I instantly liked John. He seemed a genuine friendly sort of person, somewhat unsure of himself but he possessed a child like enthusiasm which instantly attracted me to him. Not to mention he was very handsome or should I say more beautiful, for he had a very feminine grace to him for a male. John seemed to like me too and we hit it off straight away. He loved art and enjoyed conversing on a wide range of topics which meant we got along famously. I often caught John staring down my cleavage with a far away look in his eyes during those conversations only to be startled back to reality by my clearing of my throat. The blush that would spread across his face when he realised he had been caught was so cute. It used to send instant sparks of arousal to my nether regions. I must admit I was ever so cruel to John. I began to wear lower cut tops that revealed more of my cleavage and also wear necklaces that would attract the eye right to them nestled within my cleavage.
I could tell John was attracted to me, but he was ever so shy about doing something about it, and knew I would have to take things into my own hands if I wanted something to happen. One night I decided I would take him out on the town with the intentions of moving things along. John had previously admitted to me that he didn’t drink much and easily became drunk after a couple of beers. The weather was warm and humid. It didn’t take much to get John to have more than one or two beers and he seemed to be really enjoying himself. He even got up to dance, something he said he hardly ever did. I still laugh picturing him dancing, I could understand why he hardly ever danced. He was somewhat ungainly yet his attempts just fuelled the desire I felt for him.
Eventually we both had enough and decided to make our way home. Outside the weather was still muggy and hot, but a warm breeze had picked up. We slowly walked back to our flat along the streets. By this time I had slipped my hand within Johns and we were walking along the empty streets in the early hours of the morning like to young lovers. In the distance we could hear thunder and the air felt electrified. Above the Stars were slowly being swallowed up by the dark billowing clouds that were sweeping across the sky.
As if some greater magic controlled us we both slowed to a stand still and looked into each others eyes. Ever so slowly rain began to fall; large droplets that were warm and tasted sweet upon the tongue. The earthy smell that comes from summer rain assaulted our sense of smell with its lush aromas. John and I just stood there taking it all in. The rain began to fall harder and our clothes began to soak through. It was at this moment I lifted my jaw slightly and went up onto my toes, leaning into John. John responded with at first a tentative kiss which eventually bloomed into a passionate embrace. His kiss took my breath away. I could feel his heart beating strongly beneath my hands and knew it had the same effect on him. Suddenly there was a flash of light and thunder boomed across the heavens above us. We both stepped back and laughed feeling so free. By this time we were absolutely soaked. No words had been spoken but we both moved on towards our flat with smiles on our face.
When we arrived there the gutters where flooded with torrents of rain washing leaves along. The night felt somehow surreal. We stood on the doorstep kissing for a few moments enjoying the rain landing upon our faces. By this time we had grown somewhat cold so we entered our flat. I took Johns hand and dragged him towards the bathroom. He followed like a lost little puppy. When we arrived I turned the shower on and began to undress him. A look of happiness crossed his face. It was in that moment I glimpsed a look of pure innocence upon his face. I nearly wanted to stop what I was doing to draw and capture the look, but at this point my passion had taken over. John went to help me with my clothes but I pushed him into the shower and quickly discarded them and stepped in with him. The warmth washed over our skin, heightening our awareness, making every little caress feel magnified. John was already gazing lovingly at my body, his arousal evident in his erection that was poking at my belly. Eventually a primal urge over took us and we embraced passionately to the music of the rain on the roof and the exclamations of thunder mixed with our sighs and moans. John lifted me against the wall and entered me, sending off fire works all over my body. I don’t think either of us were fully aware of our actions. It was pure animal instinct. We were to animals in heat rutting and oh was it good. Eventually John shuddered what must have a been a energy sapping orgasm. His legs began to shake and his strength seemed to leave him for a moment. I had lost count how many times I had cum and the feeling of his seed busting into my pussy left me crying out as yet another orgasm racked my body. I must admit I could barely stand on my legs either by the time we were finished. John slumped against the wall breathing heavily as if he had just finished running a race.
I am not sure if was my imagination or something but it was at that moment I could see a child looking out at me. I slowly found myself taking a wash cloth and washing down his body making sure I cleaned every nook and cranny. He didn’t even make a move to stop me, he just kept staring at me with those child like, blue, innocent eyes. Eventually we stepped out of the shower and I wrapped him up in a big fluffy towel and dried myself off. I quickly rubbed him down and then took him to my room. Once in bed he seemed to recover something of himself and started to caress and massage body. His wonderful fine fingers continually managed to make me feel pleasures that I never knew were possible. Strangely enough when his mouth had found my breasts after kissing me across my stomach, his tongue slowly licked at my nipples and then he eventually began to suckle at them. I cant describe the feeling I felt right then. A protectiveness came over me so strong, yet at the same time I orgasmed, something that I had never done before from just having someone suck and nibble at my breast. John continued to suckle for a little while on both breasts and then moved his way down my belly kissing and licking until he reached my ever so wet pussy. I was quickly finding that although John looked sweet and innocent, he was a master at making me feel good with his tongue and hands. I am not sure what happened next.. All I know is that I felt like I came for eternity and was left feeling spent. Eventually we fell asleep in each others arms.
To be continued...
Chapter 1
John paused in front of the mirror. The image that faced him was not the image he had grown accustomed to seeing over the past 10 years as an adult. John was a tall, yet slim, 28 year old male. His hair was a shiny jet black and currently was long enough to be placed in pigtails. And that was exactly how they were right at that moment; in pigtails. One could think this was a strange thing, but knowing John’s story as I do and looking at what he is wearing right now, it comes as no shock to me at all. For you see, John is my baby. Albeit a rather large baby, but mine none the less. He wasn’t always dressed as he is now, in his lovely baby doll outfit and his large padded behind poking out from beneath it. Crawling around on all fours and sucking furiously on his pacifier is only a new part of John’s life. To fully explain John’s rather unusual behaviour I think I should tell you all a story, one which I assume, since you are reading this, you will enjoy. I know John loves his story time and I hope you do to.
To start with, my name is Angel Johnson, or as baby John now calls me, Mummy Angel. I have a curvy 5’8” frame that some would call a voluptuous figure. I am a brunette with long hair which I have cut the fringe to sit in a sharp line just above my eyebrows. I am 30 years of age yet I still have a youthful air to my appearance that makes many people think I am much younger than I am. Most people would consider me pretty or even cute and I have never had a problem with attracting men. In fact as an artist I would meet many gorgeous males and sometimes even females that I invited to my bed, but I always felt something was missing in those relationships yet couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. That all changed when I met John.
John came into my life at a time when I found myself confused and searching for some answers about myself and life. At first he was just a new flatmate. Someone to fill the room of my friend who had met someone had recently left. I instantly liked John. He seemed a genuine friendly sort of person, somewhat unsure of himself but he possessed a child like enthusiasm which instantly attracted me to him. Not to mention he was very handsome or should I say more beautiful, for he had a very feminine grace to him for a male. John seemed to like me too and we hit it off straight away. He loved art and enjoyed conversing on a wide range of topics which meant we got along famously. I often caught John staring down my cleavage with a far away look in his eyes during those conversations only to be startled back to reality by my clearing of my throat. The blush that would spread across his face when he realised he had been caught was so cute. It used to send instant sparks of arousal to my nether regions. I must admit I was ever so cruel to John. I began to wear lower cut tops that revealed more of my cleavage and also wear necklaces that would attract the eye right to them nestled within my cleavage.
I could tell John was attracted to me, but he was ever so shy about doing something about it, and knew I would have to take things into my own hands if I wanted something to happen. One night I decided I would take him out on the town with the intentions of moving things along. John had previously admitted to me that he didn’t drink much and easily became drunk after a couple of beers. The weather was warm and humid. It didn’t take much to get John to have more than one or two beers and he seemed to be really enjoying himself. He even got up to dance, something he said he hardly ever did. I still laugh picturing him dancing, I could understand why he hardly ever danced. He was somewhat ungainly yet his attempts just fuelled the desire I felt for him.
Eventually we both had enough and decided to make our way home. Outside the weather was still muggy and hot, but a warm breeze had picked up. We slowly walked back to our flat along the streets. By this time I had slipped my hand within Johns and we were walking along the empty streets in the early hours of the morning like to young lovers. In the distance we could hear thunder and the air felt electrified. Above the Stars were slowly being swallowed up by the dark billowing clouds that were sweeping across the sky.
As if some greater magic controlled us we both slowed to a stand still and looked into each others eyes. Ever so slowly rain began to fall; large droplets that were warm and tasted sweet upon the tongue. The earthy smell that comes from summer rain assaulted our sense of smell with its lush aromas. John and I just stood there taking it all in. The rain began to fall harder and our clothes began to soak through. It was at this moment I lifted my jaw slightly and went up onto my toes, leaning into John. John responded with at first a tentative kiss which eventually bloomed into a passionate embrace. His kiss took my breath away. I could feel his heart beating strongly beneath my hands and knew it had the same effect on him. Suddenly there was a flash of light and thunder boomed across the heavens above us. We both stepped back and laughed feeling so free. By this time we were absolutely soaked. No words had been spoken but we both moved on towards our flat with smiles on our face.
When we arrived there the gutters where flooded with torrents of rain washing leaves along. The night felt somehow surreal. We stood on the doorstep kissing for a few moments enjoying the rain landing upon our faces. By this time we had grown somewhat cold so we entered our flat. I took Johns hand and dragged him towards the bathroom. He followed like a lost little puppy. When we arrived I turned the shower on and began to undress him. A look of happiness crossed his face. It was in that moment I glimpsed a look of pure innocence upon his face. I nearly wanted to stop what I was doing to draw and capture the look, but at this point my passion had taken over. John went to help me with my clothes but I pushed him into the shower and quickly discarded them and stepped in with him. The warmth washed over our skin, heightening our awareness, making every little caress feel magnified. John was already gazing lovingly at my body, his arousal evident in his erection that was poking at my belly. Eventually a primal urge over took us and we embraced passionately to the music of the rain on the roof and the exclamations of thunder mixed with our sighs and moans. John lifted me against the wall and entered me, sending off fire works all over my body. I don’t think either of us were fully aware of our actions. It was pure animal instinct. We were to animals in heat rutting and oh was it good. Eventually John shuddered what must have a been a energy sapping orgasm. His legs began to shake and his strength seemed to leave him for a moment. I had lost count how many times I had cum and the feeling of his seed busting into my pussy left me crying out as yet another orgasm racked my body. I must admit I could barely stand on my legs either by the time we were finished. John slumped against the wall breathing heavily as if he had just finished running a race.
I am not sure if was my imagination or something but it was at that moment I could see a child looking out at me. I slowly found myself taking a wash cloth and washing down his body making sure I cleaned every nook and cranny. He didn’t even make a move to stop me, he just kept staring at me with those child like, blue, innocent eyes. Eventually we stepped out of the shower and I wrapped him up in a big fluffy towel and dried myself off. I quickly rubbed him down and then took him to my room. Once in bed he seemed to recover something of himself and started to caress and massage body. His wonderful fine fingers continually managed to make me feel pleasures that I never knew were possible. Strangely enough when his mouth had found my breasts after kissing me across my stomach, his tongue slowly licked at my nipples and then he eventually began to suckle at them. I cant describe the feeling I felt right then. A protectiveness came over me so strong, yet at the same time I orgasmed, something that I had never done before from just having someone suck and nibble at my breast. John continued to suckle for a little while on both breasts and then moved his way down my belly kissing and licking until he reached my ever so wet pussy. I was quickly finding that although John looked sweet and innocent, he was a master at making me feel good with his tongue and hands. I am not sure what happened next.. All I know is that I felt like I came for eternity and was left feeling spent. Eventually we fell asleep in each others arms.
To be continued...
