The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You really do make the best pasta, mom.” Janine smiled with lips still red from marinara. Her pink tongue cleaned them off before another fork wrapped in pasta pushed past and dyed them anew.

Denise watched her from across the table with a bemused smile. “I don’t do anything special, sweetie. It’s just your grandmother’s recipe. Which isn’t much of one.”

“Yeah, but each bite makes me all nostalgic. That has to count for something, doesn’t it?” Janine winked before giggling her way through another bite. “But really, it’s great, and it always is. You make the best everything. I really appreciate you making dinner. Now that I’m all grown up, graduated, getting ready to face the ‘real world’ it means a lot you still make dinner.”

“You might be a woman now sweetie, but you’ll always be my little girl. Nothing will ever be able to change that.” Denise winked as she took a long sip from her glass of water.

The two women looked very much the same. It wouldn’t take much more than a quick glance to know that they were mother and daughter. Both women had the same long blonde hair and pearl green eyes. Janine’s skin held a deeper tan, but other than that there were so few differences.

Janine wasn’t quite so curvy as her mother, but it was clear that she was still growing into them. Even still the curves she had perfectly complimented her slender frame. The only detail that might have made it difficult to tell their relationship was Denise’s face. While she was clearly no longer a young woman, age had not begun to catch up with her. She at once possessed the elegance of maturity and a timeless youth.

More than once Janine had hoped that time would be just as kind to her.

“I know that, mom. And it doesn’t bother me. You’re always going to be my mother, too. Even when I’m a successful artist selling prints for thousands of dollars… I’ll still call you mom!” Janine winked before shoving another large bite of spaghetti into her mouth.

Just as they shared the same eyes, the same hair, the same elegant nose, so too did they share the same full lips. Denise’s tongue mimicked her daughter’s earlier motion, only her lips were already back to a soft unpainted pink from her last bite. Her eyes watched the last stretch of noodle that hadn’t disappeared past her daughter’s lips.

Across the table, Janine was oblivious. She took another quick bite. Her mind was lost in a day dream of where her art career could lead her. “Now that art can actually be what I’m going to school for instead of needing to make time for school around my art, maybe I’ll actually start to get good grades without having to lose sleep! Or maybe I’ll actually focus on the lessons and do my homework in a more timely fashion. Still don’t know how you managed to tutor a 3.5 out of me…”

“Because you’re a smart girl, Janine. You’re a very smart, very talented girl. You’re just not good at doing things you don’t want to do. I just forced you to do them.” Denise smiled and slowly rose up from the table.

Her daughter finished the last bites of her food with blushing cheeks. If there were a possible retort for her to make it was clear that she wasn’t aware of it.

“Speaking of you becoming a grown woman… I think it’s a special occasion. How would you like to have a little wine? Not enough to get you drunk—maybe a little tipsy at most.” Denise’s grin was audible in her voice as Janine’s smile was in her squeal.

“Oh, that would just be awesome, mom! I mean, you know, if it’s okay. I’m still only eighteen, but parental supervision kinda supersedes that, huh?” The younger woman was practically wiggling in her seat. “I mean… okay, I’ve had some… last year...” Denise cast her a look and Janine whined. “Look, bad influences! I dumped him. Just being honest!”

Denise’s frown turned into a smile without another word. Janine sighed in relief. She remembered admitting more serious things to her mother, like when she’d let the same boyfriend take things a bit too far.

Compared to that, admitting she’d had some wine was nothing.

Janine smiled down at the glass her mother placed in front of her as it slowly filled with red. “And you know I value your honesty, sweetie. It’s important that you be honest with me so that I can help you. I know you’re all grown up now, but there’s still plenty that your mother can help you with. I don’t want you starting to think just because you’re graduating and starting college you need to do everything on your own.”

“I know mom, I know.” Janine’s cheeks flushed as she took a long, slow sip of the wine. It tasted richer than the cheaper wine that had rushed right through the fun tipsy feeling and into a hangover. She giggled as she set down the glass and looked to her mother putting the bottle away. Denise’s glass across the table was already filled. “This is pretty good!”

“I’m glad you like it, dear. But we should really have a little toast, don’t you think?” Denise settled back into her seat and held up her glass with an elegant smile.

Janine’s cheeks burned. I probably should have thought of that before taking a sip. She isn’t upset, but that wasn’t very thoughtful of me. With a quiet shyness the younger woman held up her glass.

It was oddly difficult to hold the glass steady. Janine watched as the dark red as it gently sloshed side to side in her glass. It was almost as though she could feel the wine sloshing side to side in her head in time with the wine in the glass. Her cheeks burned darker, but she found herself too distracted by the feeling to speak up.

I wasn’t this much of a lightweight befo-ooh… It just… Nnnmmm… Splashes back and… Mmm forth… Can’t… Janine quietly whimpered as she tried to lower the glass for better leverage.

It didn’t stop the red inside from sliding side to side, never quite evening out. The more she tried to correct, the more that it splashed. It was a small mercy the top of the glass curved in.

No matter how clumsy she felt, at least she hadn’t spilled any of the wine. She could vaguely remember something about red wine leaving terrible stains. Or… was it white wine…? Why would something clear leave… Oooh… Nnn it’s like I’m swimming in it or… why won’t it just go all… flat and… level…? level!

A proud smile flashed across Janine’s face as she remembered the word only for it to slowly fade into a dazed stupor as she continued to stare.

The wet feeling in her head tingled with points of warmth like sparkles from the glass. Her eyes strained to focus, as if she was merely failing to comprehend what she saw. She was sure she’d only had a sip, but it was harder and harder for her to be sure how long ago that sip had been.

Can still taste it on my tongue… So it canNNnmmm… can’t have been too… Too long… MMmm but I don’t… I… was just a sip…? Janine mewled in confusion as she found herself staring down into her glass.

Her mother’s touch gently guiding the glass closer from under her hand had been too delicate to feel.

“A toast, sweetheart.”

Denise’s words broke through the turbulent sea that Janine felt herself wading in. She parted her lips to reply, but only let out a quiet whisper of an “Ooooh” as the wine sloshed over her again. Her mouth kept the adorable ‘o’ shape, even as her eyes momentarily crossed.

A… toast…? Oh… right the… Mmmm… wine… it… toast… but toast is… bread…?

Janine giggled, but it was too quiet for her to hear. Denise grinned more quietly still. Her bare foot slowly stroked along Janine’s own. The younger woman quietly mewled, her body tensing. Her hand grasped tighter at the glass, making wine splash almost violently inside of the glass that seemed impossibly large.

W-was that… did she… her foot… mommy…? Mmmm it felt… OOoh… Janine whimpered as her mother’s toe pressed into the top of her foot and traced a lazy spiral. It teased at moving up under the hem of her skirt where it rested against her skin, only enough to make her leg instinctively shift.

Even if she was too confused to process what was happening… the feeling was entirely too pleasant. Her body wanted more, even if her mind was shuddering with so much wine sloshing over it.

“A toast… to good little girls who do what their mommies tell them to do.”

G-good little… good little girls…? NNnn… But I’m all grown up now a-aren’t… aren’t… I…? Ooh… I’ve never heard her talk like that… all deep and… and… sexy…? B-but she’s my mommy… I… What’s… Mmmm… Janine whimpered as Denise’s glass softly clinked against her own. The sound resonated through her glass, and echoed deeply through her mind.

Denise’s hand cupped her daughter’s as it desperately struggled to hold the glass steady. Every time she failed it was harder, and without her mother’s help the glass had almost fallen away. With her help, Janine found her hand raising the glass up to her lips before slowly tipping it back.

“Drink, sweetie. Drink it all. Swallow every last drop. Be a good little girl for your mommy.”

“Momm-mnnn…” Janine tried to reply, to do something, but with so much of that warm red pouring into her mouth all she could do was taste and swallow. More intense than simply feeling it knock her side to side in her own mind, it was now filling her. It felt so warm on the way down, and on the way back up as it reached from deep inside of her up into her brain.

G-good… little… Mmmmmm girl for… mommyyyy… Janine whimpered as her mother’s toe passed under her skirt and up along the inside of her thigh.

She only realized how wet she was when her mother’s toe pressed her slick panties against the damp flesh they clung to so tightly.

“Don’t fight it, my good little girl. Just drink mommy’s wine, feel mommy touch you, and let go.” Janine sputtered amidst swallowing the wine, a moan struggling out of her throat even as she swallowed. “Shhh. You’re almost all done with your special medicine. Drink it all up, then you can make whatever pretty little sounds you need to make. Be a good girl for mommy.”

Janine lazily nodded as she swallowed the last of the wine. As the glass pulled away, she was even good enough to reach out her tongue to clean off the droplets her sputtering had sprinkled across her upper lip.

S-so… so much… NNnnn warm… sloshy… wet… Mommy touching… touching me… there… but… I’m so… wet… Janine mewled in confusion as her hips moved more and more urgently. The toe that traced along her messy panties had them charmed, desperate to find a rhythm to press her most tender places into the smooth gliding friction.

That it was her mother’s toe made her flushed, but didn’t change that she was soon desperately panting and grasping the seat of her own chair in an attempt to steady the clumsy rolling of her hips.

“That’s mommy’s good little girl. Let mommy make you feel good. Let mommy make you feel so, so good. You don’t need to think. You don’t need to worry. All you need to do is let your body move the way mommy makes it move, like a good girl should.” Denise’s voice was lower, firmer as her toe’s movement stopped, and instead pressed firm, wiggling at the apex of the growing stain on her daughter’s panties. “You want to be a good girl for mommy, don’t you sweetie?”

More than just the space between Janine’s thighs was slick. She was sweating. Rivulets teased down her face as she whimpered and gasped for breath. Her body shook, making her tightly contained breasts bounce with each trembling motion.

Her eyes fell shut as her head fell back on her neck. Blonde hair matted to her face as she drooled out quiet screams.

G-good girl…? Good girl for… for… MMmmmmy mmmommy… Let… go… good girl for… mommy… Good… little… fuuuck… soo… good…! Need… moore… need… mommy… Janine struggled to nod as she moaned and her thighs shuddered and clenched.

When she could count, Janine could count the number of orgasms she’d been given by another person without any of her hands.

The welling pressure inside of her was unlike anything she could remember. It was more than the clumsy touches she’d been subjected to before, and all the added pleasure of being someone else’s touch.

Someone’s touch who knew her body so much better than she ever had.

“That’s it sweetie. You’re so close. Be a good girl. Moan for mommy. Groan for mommy. Scream for mommy.” Denise hooded her eyes and licked her lips as she pressed her toe so firmly against her daughter’s clothed clit. “Let your body have what it wants. Cum for mommy.”

“F-forrrrr moooommy!” Janine’s voice sounded ten years younger as her body broke into violent spasms.

When they ceased, Denise’s toe pulled away. Janine bonelessly melted into the chair as she strained to keep from falling. Much like her grip on the glass before, the control she had over her spine felt wrong. The muscles in her legs could only clench and squirm. Her hands were too weak to grasp at the chair for support.

It wasn’t long before she fell from the chair, and into her mother’s waiting arms. She nuzzled her face into the soft warmth of her mother’s breasts.

Mmmm good girl… for mommy… came… for mommy… MMmmmm came so hard for mommy… all squishy wet slick drippy mmmmm… Janine cooed tiredly as Denise’s nails slid lovingly through her hair.

Denise’s arms lifted up her daughter. Her lips pressed to her daughter’s slick forehead. “That’s right. You just rest. Relax. Mommy is going to get you someplace where you can lie down. Someplace where mommy can help tutor her little girl in a very important lesson. Then mommy and her good, obedient little daughter can be even closer than they were before.

“Then mommy can help her little girl in so many special ways that she could never help her before.” Denise’s lips softly pressed into the tip of Janine’s nose. Her daughter let out a soft, dreamy coo as she rubbed her cheek more against her mother’s warmth.

Denise’s grin was as full of maternal pride as it was her own all too visible desire.

She laid Janine down on her bed with another kiss to her forehead. Janine mewled, but her eyes were melted shut. Her mind was silent. If she was not asleep, she was lost in a much deeper daydream than any she had felt before. She nuzzled into her mother’s bed with the same small childlike warmth she had her mother’s chest.

A happy sigh drifted from Denise as she held a hand to her chest and watched her daughter cutely squirm. Her shirt was bunched up under her breasts, exposing her tummy. Her legs were splayed, skirt doing nothing to hide her drenched thighs and soaked panties.

With another sigh she moved into her closet, and pulled taut a leather strap she found within. Satisfied, she nodded and moved back over to the bed.

Nnn… heads all floaty… I was… dinner… and then… I… we…

It took Janine several moments to realize that she was tied down. Waking on her back wasn’t the most unusual thing. She’d woken in so many odd positions that having her arms over her head and her legs spread wasn’t even notable.

What was fairly notable were the leather straps that disappeared under the corners of the bed. She tugged her arms and legs as hard as she could. The straps only had the slack for her to arch her back off of the bed while allowing her to faintly twist. Anymore, and she found herself straining and panting with no result.

Then she realized that the room around her was her mother’s.

O-okay… s-so I’m in my mother’s room… Nnn and I feel so floaty, so… heads full of cotton or… Janine flushed as she struggled more against the leather straps. Her bare breasts helpfully bounced at her chest as though to remind her that while she wasn’t getting free any time soon, at least she was putting on a show. She whined and tried to struggle slower, cursing the heat running through her thighs.

“I hope you enjoyed your nap, sweetie. Mommy has to give her good little girl a very important tutoring session. I had to make sure you were rested enough to give mommy your full attention.”

Her mother’s voice snapped Janine to attention. She whined as she slowly turned her head, already certain that whatever she saw was not going to make her happy.

Janine mewled in tired confusion as she saw her mother wearing clothes that seemed only designed to show as much skin and draw as much emphasis as possible. The corset lifted the weight of her breasts but allowed them to spill out freely. Her nipples were pink and eye catching atop her pale breasts.

A leather thong tightly held between her legs, and thigh high boots accentuated her legs in ways that Janine had never imagined. Long black leather gloves held her mother’s arms tight, making them look so much more powerful than Janine was used to.

She’s dressed like… like some kind of… some kind of… dominatrix… O-oh… n-no, stop. D-don’t get wet seeing your mom dressed in leather. Bad body. Bad. Janine desperately chastised herself as she looked slowly away. Her reactions felt alien, but exciting. Her mother had always seemed so innocent.

It suddenly made sense why her mother had never remarried.

“Now now, sweetie. There’s no need for you to be shy. Your mommy has seen you naked plenty of times. I used to bathe you, you know.” Denise’s leather clad hands reached down, slowly cupping and squeezing her daughter’s breasts. Janine let out a quivering mewl as she struggled against her body’s desire to arch into her mother’s touch. “You’re growing into such a beautiful young woman, Janine. You know I was only a little bit… fuller here before I had you? My little girl’s first gift was giving her mommy more impressive curves. I would have appreciated the new bras to go with them, but that’s all right.”

She’s talking to me like… like she used to when I was a little kid! Janine whimpered as she tried to pull away from her mother’s hands but found no escape within the range her bonds allowed. But I’m not… I’m a grown woman now… and… and… why does it feel so good when she touches me…

The fog in her mind had begun to clear when she woke, but now that her chest was being so expertly fondled it was rolling back in. Her thighs struggled to close to hide the slick signs of her growing arousal to no avail.

She struggled in her bonds anew, desperate to find some new way to pull or twist out of the leather that held her so helpless. As she struggled, the straps felt stronger.

Her mother had stripped her, and strapped her naked to her bed.

Each struggle only made her feel the strength in her mother’s gloved hands more intensely. Every twist only served to drive deeper and deeper how futile any attempt to resist truly was. She was trapped, and her mother was smiling an innocent smile as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

Janine choked out a wordless sob as her erect nipples throbbed under her mother’s touch. I-it’s n-not right… I can’t… MMmm... I can’t fight how good she’s making me feel…

“Not feeling very chatty? That’s all right. I can teach you this lesson silently if that’s what you’d prefer. I think you just need mommy to loosen you up.” Denise’s hands withdrew, and her heels clicked as she stepped away to rifle through her nightstand. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Mommy isn’t going to hurt you. She loves you! She’s just going to make you feel very good in a very special way. She would have done this sooner, probably on your eighteenth birthday, but your academic studies were more important than your bedroom lessons.”

“B-bedroom lessons?! M-mommy, please, l-listen to yourself. You’re talking crazy. I don’t mind if you’re a lesbian, really that’s… Nnnn… That’s really okay. B-but I’m your daughter…” Janine whined as she threw everything she had into desperate tugs at the straps holding her arms.

Denise indeed stopped looking through the nightstand, but only to lick her lips and watch the pleasant jiggling of her daughter’s body.

Once Janine’s body settled she sighed and went back to her search. Janine whimpered, but said nothing. There has to be something wrong with her… My mommy loves me, she’d never… Nnnn I never call her mommy anymore, she’s my mom, my mom… I’m her daughter, and she’s my mom…

A suppressed groan trembled past her lips as Janine struggled against the erotic feelings hidden away in her own thoughts.

Good little girl for my mommy… those words they… Nnnn… She said them… That wasn’t a dream. She had her foot between my legs and she… she made me… Janine shook her head as she struggled again, only to feel her body giving up quicker and quicker.

The bonds were so strong, and the erotic tingles that the word “mommy” sent from Janine’s clit up along her spine made it so much harder to concentrate.

She wanted to fight. She wanted to pull and twist and tug and find some way to get through to her mother. She also wanted to be a good little girl, and those things were so painfully at odds. Indecision gripped her as she fell limp against her mother’s bed and quietly whined.

Denise finally clicked her way back in front of Janine holding a small square bottle with an eyedropper for a lid. The liquid inside was a deep red. It was not at all unlike the wine.

The wine… she drugged the wine… Mommy drugged the wine and… and…

“First of all, sweetie, mommy taught you better than that. Your mommy is bi.” Denise slowly unscrewed the top with a warm sigh. “And yes, you are my daughter. I told you that you’d always be my little girl, didn’t I? But we can do one better. We can make sure that you’ll always be my good little girl. I like the sound of that even better. Don’t you?”

Janine had grasped the leather straps to try pulling them loose with all of her strength. Her mother’s words shuddered through her, loosening her grip as her eyes unfocused.

Her good… good little girl… Nnn… When she says that a little part of me just quivers and… It isn’t me, it has to be the drugs, and whatever she did… with her… toe… She shook he rhead to try clearing the memory away to no avail. It was too intense.

Too fresh.

“I won’t take it! I won’t take any more of that… medicine… Please, mommy… Please don’t do this to me…” Janine struggled, pulling at the straps again.

Again her tugs yielded nothing. Denise reached out and held Janine’s forehead as the dropper full of sloshing red drew closer. Janine whimpered and squeezed her mouth as tightly shut as she could. “Don’t worry dear. This isn’t medicine that you need to swallow. This is much stronger medicine than what I put in the wine with dinner. You take this someplace much more special.”

Her mother’s grasp was too strong. Janine whined when the grasp turned her head to the side, and held it down as the tip of the dropper moved into her ear. She froze, shuddering at the cold, wet feeling.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It might be just a little cool, but after this mommy can warm you up so good.” Janine started to whimper. She wanted to find some way to reason with her mommy. They’d always been close. It had just been the two of them since Janine could really remember. She loved her.

Then a stream of liquid red poured into her ear.

Janine shuddered, clutching at the straps as she tried to stay still. Struggling with the dropper in her ear felt like a very bad idea. Nnn there’s so much of it… and it’s cold but it’s all… mmmm tingly and… and… I… OOoh…

Denise screwed the top back onto the bottle and smiled as she sat down beside her daughter. Fingers slowly slid through her daughter’s blonde hair as she hummed soothingly and leaned down to ever so gently kiss the tip of her ear. Janine mewled, her eyes fluttering as her fingers fell limply from the leather.

“That’s a good girl! You’ll feel so much better soon. It acts quickly, dripped right onto the brain like it is.” Denise stroked along her daughter’s cheek as she whispered lovingly into her ear. “Just feel it work. You don’t need to worry about anything else.”

“Don’t need… to worry… MMmmmm anything eeeeelssssse…” Janine groaned as her eyes rolled back into her head. Red tingled through her in ways she’d never imagined.

It was too hard to think. Too hard to know anything beyond the moment.

Her mommy was stroking her cheek. It felt good. It felt better when the leather clad hand moved down to stroke her nipple. Her thighs shuddered, held in place by the leather straps.

Janine moaned as her nipple twisted. Her eyes fluttered and her lips twisted into erotic shapes as she shuddered. Feels sooo gooood when she touches me… MMmm mommy touching me… mommy… mmm… bound… mmm can’t break free… MMm…

The words drifted through her head, but they weren’t so much thoughts as her brain straining to interpret her reality.

“Mmm you like that, don’t you sweetie?” Janine moaned, and her mother twisted her nipple more. “That’s good. It feels good. You should enjoy it. It feels good when your mommy touches you. You want your mommy to touch you. That just makes sense, doesn’t it sweetie?”

“Makes seeeense…” She moaned again, lower, and shuddered as she felt her body clenching tight. “Feels good… mmmm touch meeee, mommy!”

Denise quivered. Her eyes hooded as she trailed her fingers lower, leaning down as her hand felt up along her daughter’s thigh. “And mommy is going to touch you. Mommy is going to touch you so very much. But before that, she’s going to help teach you an important lesson so mommy and her good little girl can be so, so very close. That sounds good, doesn’t it sweetie?”

Janine wordlessly agreed as she struggled to make sound through the moans her mother’s fingers drew as they stroked where her thigh met her body.

Thinking was impossible, but she knew that no one had ever touched her like this before. She knew that her mommy would take such good care of her. She knew that she trusted her mommy to do what was best for her.

She knew that she wanted more.

“Good! Very good little girl. Then I want you to try to pull your hands to your chest, and your ankles up behind your ass. Pull. Pull and don’t stop pulling until mommy tells you to stop.” Denise purred breathily into her daughter’s ear, her fingers teasing along the flush, glistening lips of her sex.

Janine nodded breathlessly as she groaned, struggling and straining against the bonds with renewed vigor. Her back arched up off of the bed as she panted desperately. Her breasts shook at her chest as she pitifully howled.

Have to… to pull… until mommy tells me to stop… to pull… pull… nnnn… pulllll…

Denise grinned as she watched her daughter strain and struggle. The straps held, easily withstanding what remained of the small woman’s strength. “Feel those straps, sweetie. Feel that leather holding you. Holding you where mommy wants you to be. You want to be where mommy wants you to be. You can’t resist being where mommy wants you to be. The more you struggle… the more you feel that, the more your mind learns just how true it is. The more you’re learning that you must be where mommy wants you to be, because you can’t resist.”

“C-c-caaaaan’t resiiiiiist!” Janine cried out as she pulled harder. Her limbs trembled, shaking through her as she strained against her fatigue and the strength of her own tugging pulling her in so many different directions.

She could so intimately feel the leather digging into her skin. No matter how hard she pulled nothing changed. She was where mommy wanted her to be.

Janine was such a good little girl.

“That’s right… you can’t resist. You can’t resist, and the more that you try the more you’re trapped. Even struggling makes you where mommy wants you. You’re mommy’s beautiful little girl, mommy’s good little girl, and though you’re so much more…” Denise’s fingers parted her daughter’s folds and slid deep as she pressed her curves so tightly against her daughter’s bound body. “When mommy wants you to obey, you will obey.”

“W-willlll obeeeeeeyy! Yesssss! M-more but… Mmmmm obeeyyyyy!” Janine whined louder. Her arms and legs burned. She as shaking so hard, and the need to roll her hips to press her mother’s fingers deeper was overwhelming.

It was too much to bear, but she would do it for her mommy.

She was a good little girl for her mommy.

Denise’s fingers moved inside of her relentlessly. Deep. Fast. Their rhythm was impossible for the bound woman to match with her body so arched. The movement of her mother’s fingers was dizzying. Overwhelming.

With what little mind she had she was sure her body would break apart if she kept struggling.

“Cum, Janine. Stop struggling. Stop fighting against the leather. You’ve learned where you need to be. Where you want to be. You don’t need to struggle anymore.”

Her mother’s words thrust into her mind as powerfully as the fingers her mother maneuvering between her legs. Janine gasped a series of sharp pitiful whines as her body tensed up even more, arching as high from the bed as she could before a low almost silent squeal shuddered from her lips.

When she fell limp again, body dripping with lust and sweat, her mother smiled.

One by one the straps holding her body were opened, and Janine was pulled into her mother’s breasts. She panted as she nuzzled into their soothing warmth yet again, arms trying to pull her mother closer.

They were too weak to do anything but gently hold Denise who pulled her closer all on her own. A hand gently guided Janine’s lips to one of her mother’s nipples.

It was all the prompting she needed. With a moan she latched tightly around the stiff bud, suckling as she squirmed her hips against her mother. She was where she needed to be. She was where she wanted to be.

She was with her mommy.

“Mmmm such a good little girl… Such a very, very good little girl…” Denise stroked through her daughter’s hair and sighed as she suckled and suckled without a thought shining from behind her glassy eyes.