As a twentysomething girl I agreed to room with another girl I met at work. She and I had been lunch friends and we talked about things that were important to us. In particular about getting married and having a family. She told me she went to the Methodist Church and I went to the Catholic Church. We agreed on most points of view and we didn't date aggressively and didn't to pick up joints. We were compatible.

After we moved in it became apparent that she and I differed in one big thing, she was messy and I am a neat freak. Her room was a mess, dirty clothes all over the floor and she never changed her sheets. The bathroom was a mess, hair, makeup, etc. were everywhere, she didn't clean the shower or the toilet. The kitchen and the fridge were a mess. She was so filthy and it bothered me. I complained and she told me if it bothered me to clean up, if I wanted to change her bed to do it, wash her clothes, do it. It was up to me, she wasn't going to do it.

She paid her rent and her utilities and I paid my rent and utilities and I kept house, keeping up with her was a lot of work, she changed clothes as soon as she got home from work and left her dirty work clothes on the floor. Her dirty underwear was the most disgusting, she would leave her panties with dirty pads on the bathroom floor, her stained pants, she didn't know how to use a pad and tampon, her sheets during her period were blood stained and I had to wash them every day. I bought a pad to cover the mattress, but it was already stained.

When she dressed she looked beautiful, she spent money on clothes, which I washed and ironed, and I spent money on underwear for her because the ones she had were so filthy nothing could clean them. If I wanted her to have descent underwear, I had to put the pad on correctly before she got dressed and help her with her tampon. She became totally dependent on me, and I treated her like teen, washed her hair for her and combed her at night, I would help her get on her pjs and would tuck her into bed, I started cooking for her and watching what she ate.

I became her mommy and she became a four year old.

And that is how we lived, I made sure she was dressed correctly for work every day, and went to our jobs. She was intelligent and she did a great job at work, but when she came home she was a little girl who needed her mommy.

One morning while getting her dressed for work she asked me if I had ever had a guy stick his peepee in me. She said peepee not penis or dick or cock, peepee. I said no, I didn't do that, that if I ever got married I supposed that would happen, but no, I had never had a peepee inside of me.

She told me of when she was growing up her brother would put his peepee in her. They bathed together and she would wash his peepee and it would get hard and then she would kiss him and she would bend over and hold on to the faucet for the tub and he would get behind her and put his peepee in her. I asked, like stick it in, all the way in? She said yes, I asked in her bottom or her vagina? And she said her vagina. I asked her if it went in without a problem, I didn't think she would be lubricated. She said at first he would push it in but after a little while it always went in without a problem. She showed me how she bent over so he could do it.

After that I took care of her even more, until she started to want to sleep with me. Sleeping with me was a problem, because she would wrap herself around me and wouldn't let sleep. I wasn't used to sleeping together, but I learned. She learned to sleep on her side and I would spoon her. When I held her, I held her tight, but I couldn't help my hands getting on her breasts, which I started to caress and she would ask me to do it some more. While I hugged her and caressed her breasts I would get very wet and I felt guilty, but she slept with me now and I would hold on to her and rub my crotch up against her back while I held her by her breasts and I reached orgasm.

I started to wipe her when she went to the bathroom, I spent a lot of time wiping her and she would lay her head on my shoulder and hold my hand up tight against her. It was during one of these moments that I kissed her on the mouth and told her she was my baby.

Things went down hill after that, I ate her out until I just couldn't feel my jaw any more, her pussy was always really clean because I cleaned her and her clothes always smelled good because I washed them and ironed them, her hair was so soft and her breasts were so tempting that I spent lots of time holding her by her breasts or if she was lying down, I would put her on her back and kiss and suck her nipples. She was my baby now and she offered herself to me, like she offered herself to her brother, I didn't have a peepee to put in her, but I had a mouth and tongue and fingers and hands and knees and my whole face to push up into her.

I didn't need a peepee inside of me, I had a tongue to put inside of her. Mommy's can take care of their little girls.