Miranda, Part 1

by Kael

Once when I was 11, my stepmother Miranda was babysitting me while my dad was out of town at a conference. She was 36 at the time, tall, slim, slightly large breasts, reddish-brown hair that hung to just below her shoulders, and brown eyes. I was pale, thin, hadn't begun developing breasts yet, had very long blond hair, and blue eyes.

On one particular day, I was extremely bored, and I was complaing to Miranda about it. She suggested we play a game, but she told me that it was a secret game that wouldn't be fun unless I promised not to tell about it. I was intrigued and quickly agreed. "All right," she said, "Let's play baby and mommy then." I giggled and raised my eyebrows at her.

"Miranda, that game's for little kids. Besides, I don't even have my baby dolls anymore." She smiled and said that we wouldn't be playing with baby dolls, that she would be the mommy, and I could be her baby. Well, this was new, so I agreed to try it. I knew I was getting older, and I guess the thought of being little again for a little while was comforting.

"OK, sweetie, let's go get you dressed in your baby clothes. Remember to call me Mommy now," Miranda said.

"Yes, Mommy," I replied and giggled a little to myself at how strange it felt to call her that. She took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom. She knelt down in front of me and ran her hands up and down my arms before taking the bottom of my t-shirt and pulling it off over my head, Then she unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs. She slipped her hands under the hem of my panties and I stepped back. "Miranda, what are you doing?"

"Shh, I'm Mommy now remember?" She ran a finger lightly down my tummy and over my belly button. "Babies don't wear big girl panties, and they can't undress themselves, so I need to take them off for you. It's part of the game." She slipped her fingers under my panties and slid them down and off my legs. She stood and picked me up, holding my naked body against her and taking me over to the bed. I felt her soft sweater rubbing against my skin while she walked. She laid me on my back in the center of her bed and told me to stay still. I watched her as she walked into her and my dad's bathroom and rummaged around in the back of her drawers. When she came back she was holding a thermometer, a diaper, baby wipes, and baby powder. "OK, sweetie, before we get you into your diaper, we need to make sure you're healthy. She sat down on the bed and told me to lie over her lap on my stomach. I felt her hands separate my butt cheeks and then she slid the thermometer into my butt. It felt uncomfortable, and I moaned a little, but she stroked the back of my head and rubbed my back to reassure me. "It's OK, it'll be over soon baby. I just have to make sure you're not sick." After about a minute, the thermometer beeped and she pulled it out. "OK, your temperature is normal, now we can get you diapered." I lay on the bed on my back and looked up at her. Her eyes wandered over my naked body, taking in my pink nipples, soft tummy, and smooth pussy. She took my ankles and held up my legs and hips while she slid the diaper under my butt. She fastened it around me, making sure it wasn't too tight, and then she let me sit up. "Now, you're only a baby in a diaper, so you don't have to use the potty anymore. If you need to, you can pee in your diaper, OK?" I nodded and wiggled, unused to the warm crinkly softness of a diaper. "I want to hear you say it, Autumn. Tell me that you understand."

"I understand, Mommy." I shivered as the a/c blew against my bare body, and I curled my legs up to my chest, and smiled at 'Mommy.'

"Very good, Autumn. Now, are you feeling hungry?" I said I was, and she smiled. She leaned back against the headboard and took off her shirt. She was wearing a cream satin bra. My eyes widened when she unclasped it and took it off, and I saw her soft breasts and large brown nipples. She motioned me onto her lap and cradled me against her, one hand on the back of my neck. She held one of her breasts near the nipple and held it close to my mouth. I knew that she was just breastfeeding me like all mommies do for their babies and that this was part of our game. I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked on it hungrily. I heard her sigh sotly and relax, and I sucked harder, feeling her nipple harden in my mouth. After a while, she switched tits, and I sucked on the other one. "Mmm, very good, little one," she moaned. I reached a hand up to hold her breast, squeezing it gently with my little fingers as I suckled. When I was finshed I sat up and faced her, leaning against her and resting my head on her shoulder. I could feel her breasts and hard nipples against my flat chest and soft pink nipples. She ran her hands through my long soft hair slowly over and over again, letting it fall back down against my bare back. I fell asleep for a litte while I think, cuddling with her.