by River Belle
Sometimes, I’d see them in the drawing room, drinking brandy and playing whist - Bessie's mama would be leaning over the table in a revealing lace frock, her big beautiful bosom leaning over the table as she studied her cards. And her father would be sitting opposite her, his eyes on her breasts rather than his cards, whispering things to her as they played and making her laugh.
Once, I saw Bessie's parents making love.
I crept out of Bessie's bedroom, after Bessie kicked off the covers, revealing her little white panties - something she’d never do while she was awake, with me in the same room, meaning she was definitely fast asleep. Then, I crept along the hallway, listening for the noise of Bessie's parents’ voices. But instead of hearing voices, I heard a strange, rhythmic slapping noise.
I crept to the end of the hallway, where the noise was coming from, careful not to make any of the floorboards squeak - I’d learnt, over the last few years of being Bessie's friend, just where to walk - and I followed the noise.
There were no lights on in their chamber, other than two long candles.
Standing in the shadows at the doorway, being very careful not to be seen, I saw Bessie's mother, bent backwards over her enormous dressing table, her head hanging over the edge of it, and her hair falling to the floor. At first I thought maybe she needed help, and had slipped backwards onto it, but then I saw Bessie's mama’s breasts, completely bare, the nipples standing erect in the eerie candlelight.
Then I saw Bessie's father.
First I saw his penis. Long and pale, thick and moist, moving towards Bessie's mama’s face.
He was totally naked, with thick black body hair running all the way down from his chest to his navel, and then a big black mass of it at his groin. His penis, sticking out from that mass of hair like that, looked triumphant, and was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I waited eagerly to see what Bessie's dear mama would do with it. To my delight, she reached out for the big fat rod, and, with her head upside down, she began to lick it, then she took it into her mouth, whole, while Bessie's papa moaned with pleasure. He pushed his athletic, hairy body down onto her, his eyes fixed on her breasts.
As I watched Bessie's beloved parents, sucking and moaning together, I began to feel increasingly excited. Bessie's papa fucked Bessie's mama’s mouth harder and harder, until, finally, he shouted a swearword, so loud I was worried Bessie might wake up, and then he pulled his penis out of Bessie's mama’s mouth, and something thick and white squirted all over Bessie's mama’s face. She said ‘mmmm’ and started licking the mysterious white substance off her chin.
At that moment, seeing that runny white stuff all over Bessie's mama’s face, I had decided that, when I was old enough, I would get some new parents. When I was eighteen, I promised myself, I would find a new mama and papa to take care of me, and they would be beautiful, just like Bessie's parents.
Chapter 41
It took a while to find the correct method for finding new parents. It was not like I could ask anybody about it, given that it was such an almighty secret. Even Bessie could not be trusted with such information, in case she told her parents, and the news travelled back to my own mama and papa.
In the end, I decided that the most sensible course of action was to place a small, anonymous advert in the newspaper. My papa would never know it was me who had written it, if he were to read the advert, but given the fact my papa was fast asleep well before reaching the advert pages each day, I had little concern that he would see the thing.
I waited until mama and papa were asleep to do it, which wasn’t difficult, seeing as they were so often asleep. I then took aa quill and a piece of parchment, and began to compose my advertisement. I had to think very carefully about how I wanted to phrase it. I didn’t want any old mama and papa taking me up for adoption. I wanted the perfect parents, and I wanted it to be a relationship that would last.
Finally, I wrote that I was ‘looking for care and special attention’, and that my parents must be ‘young and agile, between twenty-five and thirty-five, overflowing with love’.
One I had composed my advertisement, I sealed it in an envelope with a candle wax seal, and I gave it to the butler, to post without delay. Then I sat in my chamber, upon my bed, hugging my favourite teddy bear for good luck, and I waited.
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Within just forty-eight hours, the butler had brought me a dozen replies. I was amazed how quickly the responses had come flooding in. I felt pleased with myself for wording my advertisement so well, and felt delighted that there were so many beautiful young parents out there, desperate to adopt a grown-up woman like me.
In their messages, the parents told me what a pretty girl I sounded like, how much they wanted to stroke my hair, how well-behaved I seemed. Some of the parents were too old, though, and most didn’t sound attractive enough in their descriptions for my liking, but there were was one set of parents that really stood out. Their message intrigued me, because it was written on expensive golden parchment paper, sealed with a royal seal, and it contained just nine words:
If you can keep secrets, we will keep you.
As I sat on my bed, looking at their reply, I began rubbing my undergarments against my mattress. I felt my heart rate quickening, and my mouth becoming dry. I wanted these people as my parents. Whoever they were. I had a feeling about them.
Chapter 42
I kissed my parents goodbye after a breakfast of two kippers, telling them I’d miss them very much, but that it was time to explore the world for myself now. They couldn’t hear me very well, but they nodded, smiled, and waved goodbye, then got back to their important job of dozing the day away.
I didn’t have many belongings; I wouldn’t need them in my new home anyway. I simply had a knapsack with my teddy bear in it, and my favourite story book from childhood. I was quite happy to start again. All I’d need now was all I’d needed when I was two years old. I took a carriage to the address I’d been given with a smile on my face.
The closer I got, though, the more nervous I began to feel.
What if my new mama and papa didn’t like me? What if they were disappointed with me? What if they were old and ugly, haggard and cruel?
We rode down tree-lined streets, across the park, along the river, full of anxiety and panic, and, by the time the carriage began to slow down, my heart was racing. This couldn’t be it. The carriage was pulling down the driveway of a huge country manor. I had expected the journey to go on for a good while yet, towards the centre of town. The address had simply said ‘Riverbank House’. I had supposed that to be a quaint joke given to me by my new parents, to sound cute and alluring, but no - that really was the name of this manor, and it really was on a riverbank, and it really was enormous!
It looked like my new mama and papa were probably extremely well off.
So what did they need me for? They could surely have paid for anything they’d ever wanted. Could have bought themselves a hundred new children if they’d wanted - the most beautiful children from every continent across the globe.
The carriage pulled to a stop, and I paid the driver a hefty sum in order to buy his silence, then I took my teddy-bear out of my knapsack, and gripped it tightly, then walked towards the front door.
I could barely walk with nerves, but, somehow, I managed to get to the front door. And I knocked three times.
Chapter 43
The woman who opened the door was fat, in her forties maybe, nothing like the sort of woman I was expecting and hoping for. I cowered a little when I saw her, but she smiled, opened the door wider, and said ‘You must be Ruby. We’ve been expecting you.’
Now that the door was open wider, I saw that she was in a maid’s outfit, and breathed a sigh of relief. So she wasn’t my new mama. She was my mama's maid!
The maid smiled again and I decided there was something about her I liked. She was warm, maternal-looking. Even attractive, in a strange, round, healthy sort of way. I was going to get on with h
er just fine, I thought.
She extended an arm towards me. Surely she didn’t want to introduce herself with a handshake? ‘Come on,’ she said. ‘Be a good girl and hold my hand. I’ll take you to Mama.’
I raised my eyebrows in surprise, but took her hand, enjoying the feeling of her warm palm enclosing mine.
She led me through an enormous, polished hallway, with beautiful house plants and a large, spiral staircase, marble statues and a grand piano. I had never been anywhere so marvellous in my life.
I felt very nervous about my attire - the plain old frock and boots. My parents had never bought me fashionable clothes. In fact, this frock was rather too small for me now, showing more of my legs and bust than I would have liked. My ankles were completely on display! Having so much skin on show made me feel incredibly self-conscious. I felt like I ought to be in full evening-dress in a place like this. But as the maid gripped my hand tightly, leading me up the stairs, I began to relax. These people had chosen me. They wanted me to be here. The maid seemed delighted with me.
She led me along another long, grand hallway, and then, outside a darkened room with the curtains drawn, we stopped. ‘Here we are,’ she said. And she led me inside.
‘Ma’am,’ she said, to a dark shape in the room. ‘Ruby is here.’ She curtseyed and walked out, and I felt very awkward at how formal all this was, and wondered whether I was meant to curtsey too.
But before I’d made up my mind, the dark shape began to move towards me.
Chapter 44
‘Hello Ruby,’ said a kind, woman’s voice, and, as she got closer to me, the light from the hallway shone onto her. I saw a beautiful, elegant woman in a tight black frock, with the fabric stretched beautifully across an ample chest, her breasts almost tumbling out , but somehow, perfectly strapped in there. She wore diamond earrings and a matching diamond necklace, and her make-up was sophisticated and fashionable. Her hair was sleek, in dark waves about her chin.
But she didn’t look anything like I’d expected.
She looked better.
She ran her hands over my hair, stroking my pigtails, smiling. She looked incredibly pleased to see me. Then she ran her hands over my arms, as if she was checking me, like some expensive ornament, looking for cracks. Then over my bosom and my stomach, round to my back, my ass. She ran her hands underneath the hem of my frock, between my legs, breathing a little heavier, then moved her hands down my thighs, my calves, to my ankles.
Finally, she held me close to her.
‘My baby,’ she said. ‘My beautiful baby.’
I was so happy, I felt my eyes welling up with tears. I’d finally found her. My brand new mama. My beautiful, young, elegant mama. The mama I’d always wanted. I could have kissed her.
The tears rolled down my cheeks.
‘What’s this, baby?’ I heard her say, pulling back from me, wiping the tears from my cheeks. ‘Is baby crying? What’s the matter? Maybe baby is hungry?’
She took my hand, and I noticed how smooth her skin was, and she led me over to a four-poster bed. My eyes were acclimatising to the darkness of the room now, and I saw the opulent dresser, the beautiful paintings hanging on the wall. The golden watch lying on the bedside table on the other side of the bed, Papa's side.
Mama noticed me looking. ‘Papa will be home in a couple of hours,’ she said softly. ‘You can get to know Mama first.’
She pulled me up gently onto the bed, and I was surprised how strong she was. Then she wiped away yet more tears that were rolling down my cheeks, and brought her lips to my forehead. ‘Baby’s had a big day,’ she said, and kissed me. Then she put her lips to my cheek, and kissed me there too. ‘Good girl,’ she said. And then she kissed me gently on the lips. Her perfume smelt dark and exotic, like orchids and violets, and it made me feel relaxed and sleepy.
‘Let’s get these clothes off,’ Mama said gently. ‘Make baby more comfortable. My little girl needs clothes that fit her properly. Baby clothes. Not these horrible uncomfortable big-girl clothes.’
She reached down to my waist, and pulled my vest over my head. ‘Arms up,’ she said, pulling it off.
I wasn’t wearing a brassiere, and my breasts grew cold immediately, the nipples hardening in the cool air. I felt aware of how small they were next to Mommy’s, but she smiled. ‘Look at my little girl,’ she marveled, and I smiled proudly, remembering how good my breasts were, how perfectly round and perky they were, two firm little mounds of flesh.
Mama ran her fingers over them, sending shivers down to my little pussy.
‘My pretty little girl,’ she said.
Then she reached for my undergarments. ‘Lie down, baby,’ she instructed, and I lay back on the bed, while she pulled down my white panties, revealing my soft white pubis, shaved and smooth, highlighting the lips of my pussy, poking out teasingly between my legs, as if showing off to Mama that I’d managed to grow such a pretty little pussy all by myself.
‘Good girl,’ Mama marveled again.
She pulled off my boots and stockings, so that I was completely naked, and then, while I lay back on her bed, motionless, she stood up, and began to undo her own dress.
Her huge breasts tumbled out of her frock instantly, and they were so big they were hypnotizing. The nipples were big and stretched, darker than mine, more succulent, and the breasts looked ripe and full. I was desperate to touch one, to see how good it felt. I knew my papa was a lucky man.
Mama lay down on the bed beside me, pulling me towards her, her breasts pushing against my stomach, her pubis, full of thick dark hair, pressing against mine. ‘My baby,’ she said. ‘You’re finally here.’
She held my head in her hands, kissing the top of my head, and then drew my head to her breast. My lips pressed against the tight bulge of her skin, and, before I knew it, her skin was pushing itself into my mouth, forcing its way in. I felt her nipple on my tongue, and she pushed herself into me further. I couldn’t believe how big her nipple was - how much of it there was to put inside me.
‘Mama,’ I tried to say, but my mouth was too full to speak. She tasted warm and exotic, earthy and rich. I licked the skin of her breast, and, as I did so, I felt something wet on my tongue. Then I tasted it. Rich. Creamy. Milky.
Oh, Mama!
Mama was feeding me!
Oh, lovely lovely Mama! So generous! So good to me!
I was thirsty after my trip, and the feeling of this warm, sweet liquid running down the back of my throat was so wonderful that it sent yet more tears running down my cheeks.
I drank and I drank, making funny little snorting noises as I did, and all the while, Mama was stroking my hair, whispering gently to me how much she loved me, pulling her naked body close to mine, stroking down my spine, holding my ass, touching me between my thighs.
I felt so warm, so full of love, that after a while, as my belly filled up with milk, I became very sleepy indeed, and, eventually, I began to fall asleep. The last thing I remember before sleeping was the feeling of Mommy’s mouth giving my pussy a little goodnight kiss, and then the covers being pulled over me, soft and luxurious, and then I nodded off.
Chapter 45
When I woke, I was amazed to find I wasn’t in Mommy’s bed any more. I could see bars in front of me.
I’ve been tricked! I panicked. I’m in prison!
I grabbed the wooden bars beside me, looking out onto the room, at the pile of fluffy rabbits and bears in the corner, and realized that of course I hadn’t been imprisoned - I was in my nursery!
There was no light coming through my curtains, which meant it was the middle of the night, and I was safe. I wriggled back under my covers, realizing when I moved that I wasn’t naked. There was something wrapped around my waist. Something soft, tickling my pussy.
A baby’s diaper!
Mama must have wrapped me up in a diaper when I fell asleep!
I wriggled my ass against the mattress, making the soft fabric tickle my pussy some more, noticing the wetness escape bet
ween my pussy lips when I did it, as I became excited. I tried to put my fingers into my diaper but it was done up so tight I could reach. I was desperate to play with myself, so I grabbed my teddy-bear and rubbed it against my diaper, squeezing it between my legs as hard as I could, feeling the teddy bear’s hard little nose burrowing its way between my legs. I began to gasp with joy, rolling over onto my stomach and pushing the teddy bear between my legs even harder.
My cot began to rock as I moved, the wooden slats gently hitting the wall, making a soft banging noise, then a squeak, like floorboards.
Wait.
That was actually the squeak of floorboards.
I lay still, with the bear still pressed between my legs, and held my breath, my heart leaping in my throat.