by Moore, Tina
MDLG Bedtime Stories Bundle
A collection of erotic lesbian age play short stories for ABDL and the Mommy Dommes who love them
By Tina Moore
© Copyright by Tina Moore
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Table of Contents
MDLG Bedtime Stories Book 1
Claiming Taylor
Playing Doctors and Nurses
Moonlight Circus
Comic store Mommy
Roadside Baby
New girl
Naughty girls get spanked
MDLG Bedtime Stories Book 2
Mommy To The Rescue
Vote One For Mommy
Baby Girls Get Sippy Cups
High School Reunion
Mommy Will Take Care Of It
Mommy Is My Best Friend
MDLG Bedtime Stories Book 1
A collection of erotic lesbian age play short stories for ABDL and the Mommy Dommes who love them
By Tina Moore
Claiming Taylor
I had seen her board the train in the morning and get off at her stop in the afternoon for months. Being a regular commuter was like that. We got to know who got on at what stop, who worked where or who only caught the train when their wife had taken the car to work. We even had a system of simple gestures to match. A faint knowing smile if your eyes happened to meet as you got off the train, the knowledge in the fact that you’d be seeing those same faces again tomorrow.
She had become a regular two months ago, but from the moment I first saw her, I wanted her. I knew what she wanted by the way she swayed her hips. I knew she needed me by the longing stare she gave the other businesswomen who stood with power and certainty. With her playful bounce down the platform as she saw the train approaching and her toothy smile when she looked out the window, it was not just me who noticed her. Businessmen would shift their briefcases in front of her crotches sooner than later when she stood next to them. The jolt and surge of the train making her sway against them as she found her footing was too much for them to bear.
“Here, take my seat,” I heard her say to a mother of two small children. The train was unusually crowded today. It was near winter, and the weather made it cool one moment and warm the next. Looking at her outfit, it was clear she was trying to be dressed for both. Her baby pink fluffy sweater was pulled tightly over her large perky breasts and the white mini skirt which she wore to match complimented her slim legs. She got up, allowing the mother her seat and stumbled into a man who grabbed her arm, steadying her.
“Can’t have you hurting your pretty little self,” he said, making her pull away uncomfortably. She began to make her way down the aisle, pushing past men who refused to move, forcing her to rub against them to pass until she reached the end of the aisle. Her blonde pigtails flashed in the reflection of the window, and I looked up to see her standing beside my single seat, her purple backpack at her feet looking back up the aisle.
“I’ve seen you before, stop 439, right?” I ask her warmly. She looks at me, slight fear in her eyes, I wish it hadn’t turned me on, seeing those big blue eyes go wide with caution.
“I get off on the last stop, so I kind of see everyone get on and off. I’m Sarah,” I explain, holding out my hand. She looks down at my extended hand, and it occurs to me that this may be the most grown up thing she’s done all day. Giggling she takes my hand and gently shakes it, smiling at me like she’s just told me a secret.
“I’m Taylor. So how long have you been riding the train?” She asks. Before I can answer the train comes to a sudden stop making her stumble forward, falling onto me and clutching onto my shoulder for support. She blushes when she sees her hand in my lap and takes a moment before pulling away.
“This must be a new driver today or something,” she says going even brighter. I just smile it had looked so sweet her 19-year-old hand with its painted pink nails on my business skirt covered thick thighs. I laugh kindly at her attempt to excuse her hand placement and answer her question.
The train reached Central station, and it filled with more people than I knew it would carry. I watched as three men pushed their way down the train to be close to Taylor, smiling as she had already agreed to give them blowjobs when they reached her.
“Hi there,” one said, looking at her heavy tits clad in its fluffy cocoon. She ignored him, making him turn her around to face him.
“I said hi,” he said. I don’t think he was expecting me to stand up behind her and give him the warning look of his life. Taylor turned back towards me and bumped into me, not having realized I was so close. Before she could say a word, I took her hand, sat back down, and placed her firmly on my lap. She wiggled, trying to get away, but I stroked her hair and whispered that it was just so those men wouldn’t harass her anymore.
“Wow thanks then,” she said surprised someone would come to her rescue. We talked for the rest of the hour-long commute past the city and suburbs and into the edge of the country. I learned Taylor was studying the arts at the local university and that she wanted to become a painter. I told her about my big fancy job and felt my pussy get warm when she told me she thought it was cool. The train continued to rock, pushing her against my breasts, neatly packed away in the designer blazer I had recently purchased. I wrapped my arms around Taylor as she leaned into me and enjoyed the sensation of her resting her head on my shoulder.
“What about a boyfriend, do you have one?” I asked her letting my hand drop onto her lap, my fingers playing with the hem of her incredibly short skirt. Taylor shifted on my lap; I could have been sure she spread her legs wider as she settled in her new position.
“No, I haven’t found anyone I would want to be with yet,” she replied, slightly pushing her pussy out. I reached under her skirt and stroked her thigh, feeling the soft crease between her thigh and her panty line. Taylor looked at me in surprise, but I just smiled back at her and held her firmly on my lap by pressing my hand against her tummy.
“Um and what about you, do you have a boyfriend?” She asked, placing her hand over mine as I reached up and stroked her full breast over her fluffy sweater. It made her tits look even bigger than I knew they would be, exciting me as her nipple got hard when I pull it through the thick, soft material.
“No. I do not need a boyfriend,” I replied. “I prefer having a baby girl like you,” I added whispering in her ear all the while groping her fluffy tits. My other hand had been resting on the top of her pussy, and as she looked at me in shock by my response, I slipped a finger between her thighs, feeling her warmth and her wetness against her ruffled panties.
The people who had been around us had long gone, and there were only an older man and his wife three seats up as I pulled her panties to the slide and stroked along her slit making her squirm on my lap.
“Stay still for me baby girl, Mommy wants to feel you,” I instructed looking Taylor in her wide eyes until she settled for me, I didn’t want her bringing any attention to us. I reached under her sweater to discover she wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a frilly bra which had ruffles at the front, no doubt matching her panties. I cupped one of her tits and squeezed, delighted at the feeling of her rocking on my lap in pleasure. Her nipple was hard, and I pinched it, making her gasp. I smiled and continued to grope her like the baby slut she was. Fingering and flicking her nipples predatorily with one hand while my other hand stroked her clit. I could feel she was close. It was hard to decide if I wanted her to cum in her panties or not, if I wanted to bring her to ecstasy and leave her sitting in her cummy panties or if I wanted to take her home with me and use her all night. I knew her stop was only one stop away as I pushed another finger along her slit. Pulling on her tits, I began whispering in
her ear, “Who’s Mommy’s good little girl. Cum for Mommy baby, make your panties wet for me.” I coaxed as cum spilled from her pussy, dripped from her slit and wet her panties as we passed her stop. I smile she was mine now. I didn’t have to decide what I wanted to do with her. I was going to do everything.
Looking around nervously, Taylor realized she had missed her stop. She tried to get up, but I wrapped my bigger legs around hers, holding her in place as I slowly began to rub her again. I held her close to me by her tit and felt my panties moisten at her struggle.
“It’s OK baby girl, get off with Mommy at the next stop, and I’ll drive my sweet girl home,” I told her, making her calm down again. I grabbed at her breast once more, pulling up her bra making her tits bounce a few times before I took my hand from under her sweater and stroked over the top, straightening it down for her and patting her like she was my pet. I wiped her cum on the front of her panties as I took my hand from under her skirt, pulling it up to see the mess she had made. Satisfied with myself, I patted her thigh to get up and held her steady getting up behind her, taking her backpack and my briefcase in one hand and her hand with my other and led her down the aisle to the train door.
“My house isn’t far,” I said, leading her off the platform into an alley. She was scared, I could tell, but this kind of scared wasn’t sexy, so I stopped walking and pulled her into an embrace she eagerly accepted.
“It’s OK. I walk down here all the time, and nothing bad has ever happened. I’ll protect you little one, Mommy will keep you safe,” I didn’t want her to try and escape me. Taking her hand once more, we continued the walk to my house.
“You’re right it wasn’t far,” Taylor said as I led her up the garden path to the back entrance of my home. Nestled between two large trees was the door to the garage, I was hoping I could convince her to stay a little longer than she currently had planned.
We walked in, and I clicked on the switch. It was my garage, but I had had it turned into a dungeon. I knew I liked it, but I was glad when I saw Taylor gingerly touching the fucking machine I had next to the king size bed. Hearing my heels on the concrete, she turned around quickly.
“I was just,” Taylor tried to say before I pushed a pacifier gag into her mouth and groped her left breast. I kept my fingers on the gag, making sure she knew not to take it out. I took a step back and looked at her, my hands on my hips, her holding the gag in her mouth, her nipples pushing through her fluffy sweater.
“You were just what young lady? Thinking you could touch my things without permission?” I asked, stepping forward and buckling the gag behind her head. I pushed her back, making her fall on the bed. She was enveloped by the thick quilt and abundance of pillows, her small hands forcing them away as she tried to get up.
“No,” I said sternly before turning away from her. I walked over to the glass cupboard and took out a pair of fluffy pink panties with a long slit from clit to arsehole, a white-tailed bunny butt plug and a tube of lube. I strolled over to where Taylor lay in the middle of the big bed, the navy linen making her outfit stand out even further.
“Take off your shoes for Mommy,” I ordered placing the items down on the bed next to her. She quickly and obediently followed my command, putting her shoes neatly together on the floor.
“You have good manners little girl,” I said, grabbing her by her tit and pulling her forward. I grabbed at her pussy, and she jumped, feeling her now cold but still wet cum push into her, and I laughed, making her blush.
“Give me these, I have something else you’re going to wear,” I instructed, holding out my hand and waiting. Taylor slowly pulled down her frilly panties and handed them to me. Putting them down next to her shoes, I took the panties I had for her and slowly pulled them up her thighs.
“I know you’ll like the feel of this baby girl. Mommy has everything you’ll like today,” I whispered in her ear as I moved the fluffy panties over her arse, lightly scratching her as they were secured. I took the lube and butt plug, holding it up for her to see.
“Don’t fight me on this or you’ll get a spanking, and it’ll still go in, do you understand?” I asked as I lube the medium sized plug. I knew it would stretch her; I had chosen it for that reason. I finished lubing it and watched as Taylor nodded in understanding as I climbed on top of her and began toying with her arsehole. I pushed my finger into her and then rubbed her clit with my other hand until I heard her moan, watching as she rolled her head back in pleasure and becoming startled as she felt my finger being replace with the tip of the plug.
“Don’t be scared, Mommy is here,” I coaxed as I pushed it into her, enjoying the slightest whimper as her arsehole was filled with more than it was ready to take. I pushed it in until there was nothing more than the cute little bunny tail showing and rolled her onto her tummy so I could see. Every movement now caused her to moan or gasp. I pushed her down on the bed and ran my hands up the backs of her thighs, stopping to grab and grope her arse cheeks, spreading them and pushing the plug into her.
“Mommy’s good little princess,” I said, rolling her back over.
“Keep that on,” I commanded seeing her reach for her sweater wanting it off. I wanted her uncomfortable and horny. I wanted her to know that I was the source of her pleasure or pain. Walking over to the fucking machine I moved it, so its wide thick cock was pointing straight at Taylor’s wet pussy.
“Where do you think this will go?” I teased, seeing her back up towards the head of the bed.
“And where do you think you are going?” I added, grabbing her by the wrist and quickly cuffing her right wrist to the bedpost.
“What did I say about fighting Mommy princess?” I asked, turning her onto her tummy and coming down hard and fast onto her arse, making her yelp in surprise and pain.
“I think I said not to do it,” I added knowingly after spanking her again, this time harder than before. I rubbed her arse and gently turned her around to lay on her back, looking up at me.
“If it’s too much let me know, OK?” I asked her seriously before smiling at her and kissing her forehead. She smiled behind the gag and nodded her head knowingly.
“But I’ve been watching you, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you dress in these cute little clothes teasing people with your sluty pretend innocence. You were just waiting for a Mommy to take you home and make you her good girl, weren’t you?” I asked, taking the lube and squirting it straight onto her clit. I opened the slit of the panties and rubbed the lube roughly between her lips before pulling the machine forward. Grabbing the cock which was about to be buried in her tight pussy, I rubbed the tip of it up and down her slit, pushing it slightly into her pussy. I stood up and push it over her, so that the lubed tip of the cock is above her pussy, dripping her cum and lube onto her panties. I tilt the machine down and pull her hips up, making her hold herself in position as I force the tip of the cock into her pussy, making her keep it in there.
“Ready baby girl?” I say as I turn on the machine. Taylor moans and her legs almost buckle as the cock filled her pussy. I switch it off when it is entirely in her cunt and walk over to my cupboard happy with the knowledge that Taylor is stuck on the fat cock inside of her. I take a pair of nipple clamps and walking back to her, turning the machine on and watch as it exits her pussy glistening in cum and lube. It pushes back in, making her arsehole quiver resulting in her bunny tail shaking.
“Mommy likes that sweetie,” I say excitedly lifting her sweater. I reach under and pull down the front of her bra and pull her tits out. I pinch her nipple as the cock rams into her, making her moan and close her eyes. Opening a clamp, I secure it to her nipple, making her eyes pop open and a groan escape from behind her gag. I pinch her other nipple with the clamp and flick them a few times before aggressively groping her swelling tits through her sweater. I slap her tits every time the cock reaches her hilt making her hips grind rhythmically in time.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, turning the machine up wat
ching as cum oozes out around the thick cock fucking her.
Standing up, I go to my high backed armchair and sit down, watching my pretty baby be fucked, forced to cum over and over, her legs shaking more intensely with each new orgasm. I smile as I watch her cum dripping onto the sheets, making a wet patch under her arse. Knowing she cannot take much more, I go back to her bed and come up behind her. I lift her under her armpits and move her onto my lap once more. She all but collapses into my arms and I reach down to rub her clit as another orgasm washes over her. I grab at her breasts, pulling on the nipple clamps until she yelps, causing my clit to throb.
“Last one baby,” I loving say kissing her cheek as I turn the machine on faster, praising myself for buying the model which came with a remote. The cock fucks her forcefully, easily sliding in and out of her used cunt before she yells out and her legs give way. The cock comes flying out of her pussy and covers her fluffy panties and sweater in cum as it continues pumping forward and back over the top of her. I let it; I want her dirty. As she begins to breathe normally once more, I turn it off and push her hips down into her mess. Her legs are still shaking, and her face is flushed. I uncuff her wrists and take her hands, letting them flop down onto her tits as I place my hands over the top of hers, making her grope herself.
“Did Mommy make you cum too hard pretty baby?” I tease knowing the answer. Taylor just nods her head as she is forced to keep grabbing and squeezing her tits. She closes her eyes and rolls her head towards me, and I can see her pussy still leaking cum onto her thighs. I take my hands off hers and reach under unclamping the nipple clamps. Checking the clock, I see it’s 8:30. Time flies , I think to myself as I gently unbuckle the pacifier gag. I reach for the panties and Taylor tries to lift her bottom for me, but her legs buckle and give way underneath her making me laugh.
“It’s OK little one, Mommy’s got it,” I say, pulling them down off her. I took the butt plug out next and lay everything on the bed as I pull Taylor over to me and hold her in my arms.