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  Mommy’s Top Drawer

  A romantic lesbian MDLG and ABDL novel collection of 6 in 1 kinky BDMS age play stories

  by Tina Moore

  © Copyright by Tina Moore

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  Table of Contents

  Nancy’s Little One

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Mommy Loves You

  Sunday

  Monday

  Tuesday

  Wednesday

  Thursday

  Friday

  Saturday

  Clare’s Naughty Girl

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Victoria's Baby Girl

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Kira's Little Princess

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Alana’s Sweet Baby

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Nancy’s Little One

  A Lesbian Mommy Domme trains her baby girl in the MDLG kink

  by Tina Moore

  Chapter 1

  Loren was not like most girls her age. At 25, she had no interest in getting married and starting a family. Loren didn’t care about where her friends went on holidays, and she certainly didn’t care about what was going on in the world around her. She was content living her predictable life while feeling so dangerously lonely it made her heart hurt. Loren worked as a real-estate agent and spent her week showing wealthy couples around luxury mansions she knew she would never want as her own. With the marble baths and indoor swimming pools, gardens greener than one in central park and more tech than she truly knew what to do with, these mansions were divine but soulless. They reminded her of herself. She had been working for the company for five years, and within those five years, she had learned one thing. Rich people liked expensive price tags. If a mansion was selling for 15 million, she would bump the price to 20, if a property was selling for 35, she bumped it to 40. Due to her excellent selling style, she had made a powerful reputation in the real-estate game, winning countless awards and enjoying the high commission. However, her success, she suspected, had nothing to do with her sales pitch. Her clients didn’t need convincing to buy the mansions. The decision on the property was already made, that was not what they desired. It was her.

  With a girlish vulnerability yet eyes that screamed use me, there had not been too many clients which she had not fucked. It wasn’t that she was a slut. It was that she couldn’t feel the world. She used these clients as much as they used her. The game both were trying to win, the prize, power. She wasn’t even straight, but that didn’t matter to her. Sex was sex. She would let a husband fuck her arse from behind while he choked her as she was cuddled and lovingly teased by a wife. An exciting mix of hate fucking and motherly love was the closest thing to what she truly desired, and although it never lasted more than a night, it was all she had.

  As she showed a new client to the open air cinema, she felt a hand gently stroke on the small of her back.

  “And from here you will be able to see the ocean,” Loren explained as the hand reached under her skirt. Loren spread her thighs slightly to encourage the groping hand of the rich women. The woman moved in front of Loren. Her eyes sparkled with desire, but Loren’s were dead. The older woman didn’t seem to care as she began to stroke Loren’s warm pussy through her satin panties.

  “It’s unusual for me only to show a property to one party. Will your husband be joining us?” Loren asked the woman 15 years her senior.

  “Not unless you want him to,” the woman replied, moving Loren’s panties to the side and sliding a finger into her aching wet cunt. Loren moaned and buckled over, holding the taller woman’s shoulder for support.

  “There, there little one, come over here,” the woman said as she felt for the chair behind her and sat down. She pulled Loren on of her lap, making the younger woman straddle her womanly thighs as she was fucked. Enjoying the breathless moans of the compliant girl, the woman leaned back and took in her beauty.

  “You’re going to be a good girl for me. You’ll enjoy the commission you receive from my husband buying this house,” she said as she pumped her fingers inside Loren harder, rubbing her thumb over her clit and making her rock her hips and grind down on the woman’s hand.

  “That’s it,” the woman coaxed as Loren leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the woman’s neck. Loren closed her eyes and gasped as she came, cum dripping down her thighs and over the woman’s hand.

  “My my you are a dirty little girl,” the woman said as she slowly took her fingers from Loren’s juicy pussy and began to undo her blouse.

  “Do you know what dirty little girls need?” She asked Loren who was enjoying the sight of this woman’s breasts too much to bother replying. Slap. The woman hit Loren’s face with a force that sent her head falling back. The older woman had held Loren in place with her other arm as she slapped her, clearly aware of her strength.

  “I’m waiting for a reply sweet pea,” the woman said as she unclipped her black lace bra.

  “Um, no, I don’t know what dirty little girls like me need,” Loren said, playing the woman’s game.

  “They need a Mommy,” the woman replied, grabbing the back of Loren’s hair and drawing her mouth to her nipple. Loren could feel the sun burning through the back of her light pink blouse. It was her favorite one. Something about this blouse drove women wild. She had worn it on purpose.

  “Do you want me to be your Mommy baby girl?” The older woman said in a friendly voice, Loren had not heard from her before. Loren didn’t know what she should say. She was happy her mouth of full of this woman’s nipple because it meant she didn’t have to respond. She just nodded her head and continued to nurse.

  “Yes, good girl. I knew you needed me,” the older woman said as she gently rocked her, stroking her hair while Loren closed her eyes and suckled. She hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep until she woke up. She was not outside anymore, and the woman was gone. She recognized the room, though. It was one of the rooms in the mansion. Loren looked down and saw her clothes were still on, but her heels had been taken off. Beside her on the nightstand was a glass of water and a note. It read, ‘Thank you for showing me the property. I’ll be in touch’. Doubt it, Loren thought. Now I have to explain why I was so long with one client. Usually, this shit happens the first night they move in. Loren was happy she had not scheduled any other appointments for the day. She checked her
phone and saw that it was 4:30 in the afternoon. She’d hit traffic getting back to the office, and it would take her an extra half an hour to get home.

  Chapter 2

  It was a week after she had shown that woman the property she woke up suddenly as her phone rang. Loren looked at the name on the phone and rolled her eyes as she answered.

  “What the hell did you do?” Came a screaming woman down the phone. Loren’s eyes popped open from the sleep she just ripped out of and looked at the clock. 5:30 in the morning, this bitch is going to ring me at 5:30 in the morning? Loren thought as she played dumb.

  “What are you talking about?” She replied, trying to wake up.

  “I’m talking about the fact that you, I can’t even believe this!” Loren’s boss exclaimed.

  “That I what Jen!?” Loren shouted back down the phone angry her boss wasn’t getting to the point.

  “That you closed the deal 15 mill over the asking price!” Jen stated happily. 15 mill over the asking price. She wasn’t lying; I’ll enjoy this commission very much, Loren thought to herself.

  “Yo, you still there or have you died of shock?” Jen asked.

  “Yeah, I’m here. Holy shit. Fuck yes. You better give me that pay rise now, lady!” Loren said, laughing.

  “How much money do you need, you just landed the biggest fish we have ever caught. You’ll be looking for your department soon!” Jen replied.

  “I’ll talk to you about the details later. I’m going back to sleep, and I’m not coming in today,” Loren stated before she hung up the phone quickly as to not hear Jen’s rebuttal.

  Loren lay in bed. She thought about the woman. She couldn’t even remember her name. Suzan, Sharon, Sandra? Who the fuck cares, I just got paid, Loren thought as she rolled over and took out her notebook and pen.

  Ever changing nature and forced normalization silences scream in the throes of torturing stillness. To look upon a dancer so graced and elegant as she moves on broken legs yet only to her ears, the sound of crushing bone can be heard. How wonderful a sight she must be with her form and expression, oh but the unwavering admiration that is laid around her neck only serves as her collar and leash. The pulling from another, she moves into the positions they desire and kept there with a promise of…love. It’s beautiful they say as they watched her fit into their boxes, pushing her shattered limbs into the shapes of their cages.

  She read over her work and smiled a sad smile. That woman had been the closest thing to kindness Loren had felt in a long time, and she couldn’t even remember her name. Deciding to go to the gym, she got up and walked over to her cupboard. Looking through her clothes, she remembered the first time she had bought a designer shirt. Five years on and designer clothes weren’t exciting anymore. She found a pair of navy track pants and a white crop top. She laced up her newest pair of runners and put her hair up in a messy ponytail. She looked at herself in the mirror. She ran her fingers over her abs and tweaked her hair so that it fell more to the left side. She liked that her tits were small enough only to need a sports crop; at a B-cup she didn’t have to worry about much bounce. She walked out of her room, grabbed her gym bag, and walked down the steps of her home and on the street.

  The street always made her heart happy. The smell of hot dogs and the flurry of birds as they fought over a piece of scrap a child would undoubtedly be throwing. The trees which dotted the sidewalks littered the ground. Mostly she liked how invisible she could become. No one knew she was there, and no one would notice if she were gone. It was a comforting thought.

  When Loren got to the gym, it was unusually quiet.

  “Slow morning Rach?” Loren asked the girl who checked in everyone.

  “Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on. You’re looking ripped!” Rach replied, taking in Loren’s body. Loren looked down; she knew she looked good.

  “Thanks,” she said, laughing as she walked into the changing room. There was no-one else in the changing room as Loren put her bag in her locker and stretched on the bench. Her toned legs extending elegantly and her arms reaching over to hold her toes made her feel flexible even though she wasn’t.

  “I thought I might find you here,” said a voice behind her. Loren quickly turned her head to see that the woman from the mansion, the one who had given her a noteworthy commission was standing in work out gear behind her.

  “Mo — um, Hi,” Loren said more excitedly than she would have liked. The woman smiled and stroked Loren’s cheek, making her blush.

  “Sweet girl, you can call me mommy if you like,” she replied, making Loren blush harder. Loren looked around anxiously; hoping no-one could hear the other woman. She didn’t know what to say, so she just looked down and toyed with her shoelaces.

  “My husband would like to meet you. He is very grateful you found such a wonderful home for us,” the older woman stated. I don’t want to meet him. I don’t care how fucking happy he is. I want you, Loren thought to herself.

  “I can’t, I’m busy,” she said when she finally spoke. The older woman sat down next to her and pulled her into her arms lovingly.

  “Not right now silly, tonight,” she said as she kissed Loren’s forehead. ‘This is too much. I’m done’, Loren told herself as she pushed the other woman away.

  “I said I’m not interested in your fucking husband,” Loren half shouted as she walked to the door and out into the weight room.

  Chapter 3

  “Rich people are the worst. They are all fake, and none of them even care about you. It’s like you’re just a thing for them to use and throw away,” Loren said to Nancy who was wondering how many more times Loren, and she would have this conversation. Nancy owned the trendy café across the street from Loren’s apartment, and ever since that first day she moved into the neighborhood she had come to Nancy’s. The pie was all she was after on those bad days. Nancy would always find a way to break through Loren’s cold, distant eyes and soothe the little pieces of a broken heart that Loren tried so hard to hide. Nancy was born to Latina parents who gave her the whitest name they could think of before adopting her out, or so said Nancy. But her name suited her. She had the whole motherly thing down, and her cuddly body with wide hips and full heavy breasts often made Loren wet just sitting in her spot at the counter sharing her problems. But it wasn’t just Loren who got excited by Nancy. The way she wore her long thick wavy hair made most people who came into her diner stay longer than they needed too. Taking in her full lips and eyes that could melt a cold heart in moments, Loren looked at Nancy for a reply.

  “Well yeah, you’ve been saying that for years,” Nancy said as she poured Loren another coffee and wiped her hands on the apron, she had tied to her waist over her ripped jeans. Despite her 45 years of age, Nancy looked no older than 30. Her fashion sense of urban cool and timeless class often made Loren wonder just how successful she indeed was. From the stories Nancy had told Loren, Loren wondered why she would still be working five days a week.

  “Why do you even mess with them? What are you looking for?” Nancy added. Loren wished she could tell her what she was looking for.

  “I don’t know Nancy, nothing I guess,” Loren lied. Nancy suspected as much, but she ignored Loren’s attempt to mask a blindingly obvious truth and tried to turn the conversation homebound.

  “I’ll leave in about an hour. If you want, we could hang out at mine. I’ve got movies and popcorn?” Nancy said as she smiled kindly at Loren. Fuck it, Loren thought to herself.

  “Alright,” she said as she took out her phone and waited for Nancy to finish work. Inside Nancy’s living room Loren sat nervously.

  “Your home is charming,” Loren stated, looking around. With white wooden floorboards and white walls, the house looked light and airy. Nancy had a wall length wooden bench on one wall and a thick black fake fur rug covering the better part of the living room floor. Colorful artworks hung from the walls, and her TV was mounted to a wall. Loren was sitting on a dark green suede couch and thought the color combinati
on of match black armchairs on either side where cool. Coming here was a mistake, fuck, where am I going to get pie now? She thought as Nancy came back with the popcorn and handed a bowl to Loren, noting the fear in her sweet eyes, Nancy sat away from her.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not going to get too close to you,” she said reassuringly as if reading Loren’s mind. Loren just smiled and looked down, embarrassed that after four years of talking to Nancy, she had her figured out. The movie started, and Loren was hooked. She loved that film did that to her. She got completely drawn in and felt as though she was experiencing what the characters on the screen where.

  “Um, where’s your bathroom, Nancy?” Loren said, breaking the silence between them.

  “Oh, it’s just down the hall, to the right,” Nancy replied, giving hand directions. Loren smiled and got up and followed the instructions. As she was coming back to the living room, she noticed something that caught her eye, a fluffy pink rug. Loren walked into the room carefully, not to make the door creak and was overwhelmed. It was a nursery and not a nursery you’d find at a baby shower. There was an adult sized cot, a rocking chair that looked custom-made for two adults and a bookcase filled with the kind of books Loren never let herself read. Toys in a toy box in the corner of the room and handcuffs bolted into the wall. She was so overcome with what she saw Loren didn’t hear Nancy come up behind her.

  “This isn’t why I invited you around Loren. Let me shut the door,” Nancy warmly said as she took Loren’s hand and gently led her out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Loren didn’t know where to look she certainly didn’t want to look at Nancy.

  “Are you alright?” Nancy asked tenderly, still holding Loren’s hand. Loren just nodded her head and walked back to the living room and sat on the sofa. Nancy sat in the same chair she had previously been sitting in and turned the movie back on. Loren wasn’t interested in the film anymore. Her breathing was shallow, and she was almost in tears. It was too much to know that Nancy was some sort of caregiver. It was too much to know that Nancy knew Loren wanted it. It was all just too much. The kindness Loren had been looking for had been in front of her the whole time, and she never knew. Nancy never tried anything, and god knows the times Loren had turned up drunk at the café Nancy could have had full access. But she never did, she would always just give Loren something to eat and walk her home, tucking her in and stroking her forehead as she fell asleep.