Upset!

‘Oh baby, it’s not that bad! Don’t cry. Really. It’s OK.’ Samantha tried consoling her daughter to no avail. ‘I want one too!’ ‘I know baby, but you can’t. It won’t fit. It’ll hurt.’ She softly stroked Gia’s hair and pressed her face into her bossom. The cries very slowly relented and her breathing got more stable as she inhaled her mother’s familiar scent. Gia nuzzled the top of the breasts, self-soothing and lowered her head, wriggling down a bit and latched on.

Lactation had ceased ages ago, but still the soothing effect worked on both. Gia’s final tears got transferred from her cheeks to Samantha’s breast. Sam continued making soothing noises and stroked the back of Gia’s head as she luxuriated in the suckling. Whilst she did so, Gia slowly started to grind and slowly buck her hips against her own mid-section. She couldn’t suppress her involuntary response of grinding and bucking back.

Her clit had been engorging itself slowly and had definitely responded to being teased like that. Felicia looked in her eyes jealously, licking her lips. ‘You’ve got two you know. ..’ she whispered meaningfully, but Samantha stopped her and whispered back urgently. ‘Don’t interrupt her. She’ll start crying again. She’s nearly fallen asleep.’

‘I don’t want to sleep!’ A wet wail rose up afterwards from under the blankets. ‘I want cummies too! Like mommy!’ Samantha sighed despondently and pulled Gia up. She kissed the top of her head and then kissed her eyes. Gia was too tired and not responding to any of the usual ways they could calm her down normally. She was cranky. And horny. And well, very upset she couldn’t have a dildo.

She’d been allowed to join in with Felicia and her, getting strokes and nibbles and whatever else was safe, but no actual penetration. And then last week she’d seen Felicia use the strap-on on her mom, the questions had started. Previously she’d been too self-absorbed in her own pleasure frigging her self off and luxuriating in the pleasure driving her little mind wild. But now with development starting to encompass other people and her understanding that the pleasure others experienced, could also be available to her, she’d made it her mission in life to get penetrated and orgasm like her mom, with squirts.

Her mind refused to acknowledge the simple anatomical and spatial impossibilities. She was a big girl now. Everything her moms could do, she should be able to do. She was in that stage. And well, wearing her mom’s high heels. .. didn’t kill her or hurt her seriously. But this would. So Samantha had had to tell her no. Despite Gia trying and slathering the strap-on and herself with lube. And when she’d taken the strap-on from her, she’d spiraled. It’d been crying ever since and big wails and blobby tears at the drop of a hat.

So when it was time for bed, they’d taken her to their own bed and tried to get her to sleep, after some light playing hoping to distract her with an orgasm. But that had been a mistake. She was set on getting off with a dildo. And no amount of play, tickling, licking had mollified her. Even when she was finally brought to orgasm, she’d started crying again immediately after. As she didn’t squirt like mommy and in her head it must be because of the insertion of the dildo. That ‘unlocks’ it. Gia was convinced that’s how it works.

Samantha had simply pulled the exhausted girl to her chest and when she latched on had breathed a sigh of relieve. Only to be foiled when it all started again. At times she questioned her sanity. Society no longer frowned upon including your own kids into sexual activity, as long as you stayed safe and the kids didn’t develop upsetting habits in public that didn’t respect healthy boundaries between peers and others. But if Gia damaged herself and her teachers noticed her walking like a cowboy, things would go pear-shaped fast. Even if she did it to herself, that was a lack of parental oversight. Like with access to guns and ammo.

The blubbering was still going at a relentless pace when Felicia suddenly looked at her and said: ‘I may have a solution!’ ‘Anything to make this stop.’ Sam answered near desperate, whilst slowly patting Gia’s back, trying to console her and hoping against hope she’d fall asleep. ‘I think I’ve seen foodsafe silicone rods used for cooking in several diameters. Like a dilator set.’ Samantha balked at the word dilator. Her mind immediately went to places that scared her.

Felicia saw the face she made and tried to placate her. ‘It’s not meant to dilate her immediately. It’s meant to use sequentially with rest periods. We’d give her one, the smallest one, like the width of a drinks straw. And if that one doesn’t cause discomfort for a couple of weeks, we allow her to graduate to the next one in size.’ Samantha nodded understanding but was still reluctant. ‘The tissue will stretch. And we can put a flare on it, so she can’t insert past the hymen. Or even to the hymen. I’d say 3 cm’s in is it. To keep a wide safety margin in that case.’

Samantha nodded to Felicia and then pulled up the squirming crying girl from under the blanket. ‘Did you hear what mommy said?’ she asked. Gia shook her head whilst continuing crying. ‘Nohoho. I want cummies too. Like mommy.’ ‘Oh baby.’ Samantha sighed and put her forehead against her daughters. ‘Listen up baby, Mommy Felicia’s thought of a way. Want to listen or are you too upset still?’ ‘I’m toooooo upseeeet.’ She said and cried on, trying to hug her mom and burying her face in her neck. ‘It’s OK. Come to mommy, let it all out. A big cry is OK once in a while. So many feelings.’ ‘Yeeeessss.’ She bawled. Samantha couldn’t help laugh at that a bit.

As the crying abated, Felicia put her head near Gia’s ears and blew in it. It was one of their games. ‘Mommy’s thought of a way for you to get to get your cummies.’ She pulled up her phone and showed Gia a picture of the silicone rods. ‘You can have your own. Sized especially for you. You’ll have yours. Mommy Felicia will have her own. Just like your clothes and mommy’s clothes. Remember that you slipped and fell when you wore my glitter dress? And it’s better to wear your own?’ Gia nodded, her eyes glued to the screen. ‘You want a cummie now before sleeping, so you can dream of your own toys?’ She nodded enthusiastically. The prospect of an orgasm and dreaming of her own set of dildos was too good to pass up.

Felicia blew on her ear and then moved down to her crotch, blowing all the way. As she reached her pudendum she started kissing it wetly with big smooches and Gia loved it. ‘Oh mommy.’ She moaned, whilst looking into Samantha’s eyes and quickly latching on to her breasts, in the meantime her other mom started eating her out gently and licking her with big slurps. It didn’t take long for Gia to start shuddering and she nodded off whilst sucking her mother’s breast.

Samantha kissed Felicia when she came back up, savouring the additional clean taste of Gia on her breath and in her saliva. Felicia giggled. ‘I’ve been naughty’ She admitted. Samantha knew that tone. ‘It’s not next day delivery. We’ll have to find a way to tide her over for the next fourteen days.’ ‘Fourteen days!’ Samantha groaned under her breath. ‘No other suppliers?’ ‘No, it’s specialty kitchenware, seemingly they have to cast it on a per batch basis. I could only select colours and obviously pay. You’ll have to work your ass off to pay for this. It’s over one hundred dollars.’ ‘What!!?’ ‘She’s worth it.’ Samantha mollified. She is.