Mother & Mommy

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Chapter 1: Sexual Awakening

Emily smiled and waved as she got off the bus, and a few of her school friends waved back, but as she turned toward her house the smile slowly faded from her face. She unlocked the door, tossed her backpack to the floor, then sighed; her mom was working overtime again, the third time this week, and all she had to look forward to was an evening alone in an empty house. She was just a baby when her dad left, she didn't even remember him, but even though she got used to being alone, she never fully learned to deal with it. She was seven now, and was an independent and mature girl who took care of herself and even sometimes her mom, but behind the strong face she put on she was still a child, and a sad and lonely one at that. She loved her mom more than anything; she was her only true friend and confidant, the other kids at school were fun to play with but not close friends, but she'd been seeing her less and less as time went on, as she'd had to take three jobs just to make ends meet. Emily felt helpless; she missed her mom, but her prayers and letters to Santa had gone unanswered, and there was nothing else she could do.

She put the thought out of her mind though, and set about cooking dinner as usual. She was small for her age, only 3'8, but her petite and dainty frame didn't hold her back; the kitchen was filled with ladders and step stools, all set up as she liked them since she was the only one with any time to cook. She climbed onto the counter, brushing her long raven hair from her eyes as she did, then set out a pan and dumped a bag of dino nuggies into it. They were a comfort food, something her mom used to make her back when she only worked one job, and Emily needed a bit of comfort. She climbed down with them, doing her best to balance despite the unwieldy pan, then put them in the oven before heading back to the living room, where she fell face first onto the couch. She lay there for a moment, just breathing deeply, then rolled over and turned on the TV; there was nothing good on, as usual, but she left it as background noise as she she waited for her dinner. It wasn't long before it was done, and as she ate she couldn't help thinking back to when her mom had made it for her, and how they'd play and talk for hours on end. She put the leftovers in the fridge for her, then went to her mom's room; she knew she wasn't there, but in some desperate hope she looked anyway.

Emily knew she wasn't supposed to go in, but her mom wasn't there to argue, and it'd been a long time since she was a little girl liable to break something. Her mom wouldn't mind. She gently pushed the door open, taking in the cluttered and messy room, then climbed into bed and buried her face in the pillow; it smelled like her, faint notes of her perfume mixed with her soft natural scent, and as Emily hugged the pillow she could almost pretend she was hugging her mom. She stayed like that for a while, pretending things were different, that her mom was there with her and she could be a kid again, but after a while the magic disappeared. Her mom wasn't there, and she was alone. Still, she wanted to do something nice for her mom, to see her smile again if even for a moment, so Emily decided to clean her mom's room. It was simple at first; she picked up laundry, vacuumed, and made her mom's bed, but then she saw a strange box buried deep in the closet, and her curiosity got the better of her. She'd never seen it before, and her mom didn't hide things from her often, so it must be a present for her. At least, that's what she thought.

When Emily opened the box, her eyes went wide. It was full of strange things, chains and ropes, a pair of handcuffs, some weird cylindrical rubber objects, and what looked like magazines buried at the bottom. As she picked up the handcuffs Emily wondered if her mom was secretly a police officer, but when she pulled out one of the magazines she realized that was far from the truth; there was a woman on the cover, naked except for ropes binding her arms and legs, and had a cylinder like her mom's sticking out of her special place and another out of her butt. Emily was shocked, she'd never seen anything like that, but even though she now knew she probably wasn't meant to see it she was transfixed. She kept reading, seeing more and more pictures like the first, and even text describing what was happening. She didn't know most of the words, but she learned quickly; the type of woman in the magazine was called a sub, and women like that enjoyed being tied up and told what to do, and they liked having dildos -the weird cylinders- put in their special place -or pussy, as the magazine called it- and even sometimes their butt.

Emily kept reading, and as she did she started feeling weird; her pussy was getting hot and tingly, and when she pulled down her panties to look she was shocked to see she'd peed. She smelled it though, and it wasn't pee; her pussy was getting wet with some strange new liquid. The pictures were doing something to her, something she didn't quite understand, but she liked it, and instinctively started rubbing herself as she read. It made her feel really good, and she started wishing she could meet the women in the magazine; they were really pretty, and she wanted to touch them and play with them herself. She finally finished the magazines, and beneath them she found a few pictures, old Polaroids that looked similar to the magazine photos, but as she picked one up and looked closer her jaw dropped. It was her mom, bound and gagged while a man put his thing in her pussy, and she looked really happy. Emily never knew her mom was a sub, she never even knew people like that existed, but seeing her mom look so happy tied up made her pussy even hotter, and she rubbed faster and faster until her whole body started trembling, and more of the strange liquid squirted out of her.

After what happened Emily could barely stand, her whole body was still shaking, but she felt better than she ever had. Somehow rubbing her pussy had made her feel this way, and as she slowly calmed down and was able to think clearly again, she realized she finally knew how to help her mom. She didn't know why her mom had never asked her to, maybe she was just busy or maybe she thought she wouldn't like it, but Emily did like it, and she really wanted to make her mom feel as good as she had. She cleaned up the mess she made when she squirted, then packed up the box and brought it to the living room, where she'd eagerly wait for her mom to come home.