She knows the signs. Sees me quiet down, no longer a confident voice leading the room. Watches me make myself seem physically smaller, shrinking and taking unsure steps to the sides of the room. Looks at the almost pout and my nervous fingers playing with the edge of my tshirt. Watches the subtle potty dance.
She always grabs me, lets everyone know we're too tired. Doesn't make me say bye when she knows words have become so hard. Lets me be quiet and grabbing at the edge of her dress all the way home.
"My little baby, got too tired hmm?"
I shake my head. Not too tired. Just not big girl enough.
I whine, clamber into her lap. Give her small kisses, squirming. Communicating all i can without saying.
"My needy girl hmm? Look at your panty honey, so wet for mommy."
She's playing with my clit through my soaked panties, and i moan and whine. When her fingers push it inside my cunny, i wanna cry from relief.
"Just needs mommy, my cute kitty."
I only moan and whine, pawing at her boobies, trying to get them free from that awful sexy bra and into my mouth.
She just laughs at me, opening it and inviting me in. Letting me suck her boobies as she fingers me through my panties.
I begin squirming more, she knows what for. My urgent look as she just holds me more firmly confirms she knows.
As i piss through my panties, dripping all over her lap i begin crying. I didn't want to I was a good girl for mommy didn't mean to wet mommy. I can't say any word, just cry as she soothes me.
"I know baby. My poor girl. Mommys fault for trusting you with big girl panties. Let's get you changed."
I whine and cry at the thought, but it doesnt hide the fact that a thick diaper and my paci calm me instantly, not even fussing about stickies.
"No more big girl panties babygirl. My cute kitty should stay in diapers."
I would do anything mommy says. I'm mommys good girl.