Emma

by Kael

While Emma's parents were on a cruise with her sister and her new baby, I was was staying with her because her parents didn't want her to stay at the house alone. Emma was 8 years old. She was short, around 4'2" and very thin. She had bright blue eyes, black hair that hung to just below her shoulders, and no breasts. I was exactly 5', soft and slim, 34b breasts, and had blue eyes and long blond hair. We were sitting on the sofa watching tv and talking about the baby. Emma was cuddled against me, with her head on my chest and her legs curled up next to her. "Sometimes I want to pretend I'm a baby again," she said. I looked down at her, and she turned her face and snuggled against my arm to hide. I stroked her hair and kissed the top of the head.

"You don't have to hide, I think it's kind of cute," I said. She looked up at me, her eyes wide.

"Really?," she asked. I nodded, and she cuddled against me more. I wrapped my arm around her, and played with the ends of her hair. "Autumn?" she asked me.

"Yes?"

"Umm, well, since we're the only ones here, can you pretend I'm your baby?" I said yes, and she hugged me. "OK, baby Emma, it's time to go put on jammies now." I stood up and faced Emma, and she wrapped her arms around my neck so I could pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. I let her crawl around the floor while I looked for suitable baby clothes. I got one of her cousin's diapers and a loose pink tank top. "Let's get you out of those big girl clothes, sweetie. You're not big enough to wear them yet." I slipped Emma's shirt, bra, shorts and panties off, and told her to lie down on her back. She lay still while I put on her diaper, but when I tried to put the pink top on her, she made crying noises. "Shh, Emma, it's OK," I said, rubbing her tummy, but she kept crying. "What's wrong, sweetie?" She pointed at the shirt. "OK, I won't make you wear it." I picked her up and carried her back to the living room, her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and her bare chest and tummy rubbing against my breasts through my t-shirt. For the next hour or so she crawled around the floor, giggling and playing with everything, and at 9:00, I told her it was bedtime. It was a hot night, and her house didn't have a/c, so I turned on the ceiling fan in her room and told her she could sleep without a blanket. I sat in bed with her and rubbed her back while she watched me with her ice blue eyes until eventually she fell asleep. I lay down and draped my arm across her, kissing the back of her neck softly and whispering, "Good night, Emma. Sweet dreams baby."

When I woke up I sat up and watched her sleeping. She was sucking her thumb, and I could see her tummy going in and out as she breathed. I slid my finger along the waistband of her diaper, feeling her soft skin. I traced the edge of her ear and she opened her eyes. "Good morning Mo-mommy," she said, yawning. I tickled her and she curled up laughing. She calmed down and looked at me frowning, tugging on the end of her hair. "Mommy, I hungry." "I'm sorry sweetie, I should have thought you would be. Well, you can't have grown-up food; babies only drink their Mommies' milk." I took off my t-shirt, exposing my round, perky, 34b breasts, and Emma's eyes widened. I motioned her towards me, and she crawled into my arms. With one hand, I cradled her neck, and with the other, I held one of my soft pink nipples to her mouth. She took it in her mouth and began suckling hungrily. I moaned and leaned back as her soft mouth tugged and sucked on my nipple and she moved a hand up to squeeze and rub my breast. She suckled for about ten minutes and then lay back. I bent down, put a hand on the side of her neck and kissed her. She moaned and kissed me back, running her hand lightly up and down my arm. Her lips parted, and I traced them lightly with the tip of my tongue before pushing it into her mouth and sliding it along hers. I kissed down her neck, along her collarbone, and down to her nipples. I sucked and licked and tugged at her puffy light brown nipples while she moaned. I kissed down her belly and took off her diaper before I licked her pussy. She twined her hands through my hair as I licked her, moaning when I tasted her wetness. I sucked on her clit, making her whimper really loud and tighten her hands in my hair painfully. Her small body shuddered when she orgasmed, and she lay panting and flushed as I licked her clean. I sat back against the headboard and pulled her onto my lap. We kissed while she rubbed and squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples, and I held my arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close to me. She kissed my neck and bit my shoulder softly and then sat back. We went to shower off. We were warm and wet and slippery, and she knelt down and sucked and licked my pussy and clit until I came, the water coming down over and around us. We washed each other with soap and washed our hair. When we got out, I helped her to towel off and change into big girl clothes. She hugged me tightly, pressing her face against my neck, and I hugged her back.

"You were a good mommy, Autumn," she whispered into my ear.

"You were an adorable baby," I told her. We giggled and pulled apart, still holding hands. Until her parents came home a few hours later, she still called me mommy and wanted to play. I brushed her hair and braided it, and gave her one of my old teddy bears so she wouldn't be alone. When her parents got home, She walked out to my car with me, so we could say goodbye. I smiled at her and gave her a hug. "Bye, Emma. I really liked this weekend." She smiled and bit her lip, "Me too."