mommy pulling out a fresh night diaper, changing her little outlaw into it, and chuckling to herself as she tucks her little one into bed
"didn't even hafta use my ole six shooter 'ere to catch ya, now did I?"

carried out of the bar in mommy's arms, drowsy eyed, milk drunk and content in mumbling
"mmmnnghh luvv yooo mmmmyy"
into mommy's chest
nodding off to sleep to the gentle clipclop of mommy's horse as she's carried to the bedroom

pulled right up to mommy's nipple and instinctively latching on; gently at first, then with increased vigour as her sweet milk starts to flow
"there we go. relax an' let it all go darlin"
and soon a gentle hiss can be heard emanating from the girl's 'extra-padded underwear' below

"well I'll be danged"
uttered just before getting pulled behind the bar into the mommy-tender's arms, skirt pulled up
"nice 'underwear' ya got there cowpoke. now drink up, that juice'll run its course yet"

"ge'me another one of them there pardner"
behind the bar a suspiciously 'mommy' looking bartender
"you want another drink? you'll have to come get it from the source young lady"
as mom--the bartender lifts up her shirt

I missed Friday comic day again. Get it together, RM!

Page 5 of Our Babysitter is the Baby!

#abdl #abdlart

Their mommy, a lowborn guard, is not so secretly the one in charge of the castle while her little girl giggles and spurts beneath her adorable pink dress~