[ Adoption by AnnaLeah from Patreon featuring Rachel and Ms. Abner.

This was the last image from the series:

Mature Content

It's taken me a while to really define how Ms. Abner looks, and I've used previous scenes to play around with her looks. I think she was a tad too mature looking in Surprise Surprise!::, and I think this is a nice medium. She has a smaller, rounder face profile, slight signs of her age in her eyes and maybe her neck, but still young in presence. Maybe mid 30's? Rachel is about 24-ish, so that makes them about ten years apart. I think that's a nice distance. I don't think I've set a canon for how big their age gap is. Thinking out-loud here.

This profile goes through phases of kinks. It was on a doll-kick for a while, and a sissy-kick. Now maybe we're back to a little-kick? Or something completely different? Who knows.  

Anyways, enjoy the story. It's a cute one. ] 


:: Being a mother doesn't come with gratification. At least, it doesn't present itself that way. At times, you wonder if your effort is being poured down a bottomless pit. You wonder if you're appreciated. You wonder if you'll ever sleep another night. Constant crying, constant spending, constant messes... you pour everything you can into it, and you're thankful for a moment of silence when you can get it.

This is an exaggeration, of course. My little one is almost 24 years old, and after reading many many mom blogs, I'm very thankful for that.

She's my partner. My love. My little plaything. And my little girl. We've worked out our rules, our responsibilities, all of the groundwork has been laid out. She's a true Momma's Girl now! I know what she wants, she knows what I want (at least, what she's allowed to know I want!) and so she's my little girl in every sense of the word. She's mine, and I'll never let my little Rachel grow up. She's already graduated college. There's nowhere for her to run now anyways! Heh heh...

I mentioned the mom blogs. On long car rides like these, I picture myself in their shoes. The life I never wanted. I never did like children. I never liked babies. I don't have an ounce of curiosity for what that's like. When I was young, I thought I liked girls and that was that; no babies, no parental obligation, no grandkids for my parents, none of it. Despite all of that, the bug bit me, and bit me hard. I really wanted to take care of someone. To look after them. And it wasn't just a nurturing sense. I needed them to need me. I needed their dependence, and I needed their cooperation. When I discovered what "littles" and "bigs" were, I knew exactly what my calling was. It was so obvious that it hurt me that I didn't have it already.

Despite my best efforts, I did end up babysitting as a teen. Wouldn't you know that side business would grow into a daycare. I suppose it should be strange, but it's not really. Rachel seems to understand that too. I feel we both came to that line of work because we felt a connection there. And look at her, all snug and sleeping back there. In her little carseat we commissioned. Fast asleep next to all her toys, diapers, and Mommy's clothes she picked out for her today. 

See, that's my point. Being a mother doesn't come with gratification. You find it. In moments like these. You look back in the rear-view mirror, and there's a little girl who's heart could not be more pampered and loved thanks to your kind, nurturing soul... and who's completely dependent on you changing her once this hour-long car ride is over with!

I did say I needed her to need me, didn't I?

Gratification like this can be found in the most unexpected times. Motherhood always reminds you...

...it's the little things... that make big things worth doing.::