S L The Cry Baby

Author's Note: This is a standalone story, that will feature fauxcest.

This is part of the 'Sapphire Lane' universe.

The Story

"Miss Larson?"

"Yes?" Grace Larson looked up from her computer, just responding to an email from a prospective mother interested in adopting. She was a twenty-five year old social worker at a large orphanage, and being adopted herself, very late when she had turned eighteen, she had a lot of sympathy for the older girls left under the orphanage's care who had grown up there, but if not adopted soon, would be left to pretty much fend for themselves.

"Mikaela is crying again..." Amber, one of the eighteen year old orphans, rolled her eyes.

"Okay, I'll come talk to her." Grace said, locking her computer screen then following the teen.

Mikaela was sat on the floor, outside of the common room for the older girls, sobbing with Chrissy half-heartedly patting her on the back. She was eighteen also, and had a reputation for crying at just about anything, which meant most of the other girls and staff had grown fed up with comforting her. This disposition had also perhaps been the reason she had not been adopted, as potential parents couldn't put up with her crying over just about anything.

Seeing Grace approach, Chrissy got up and returned to the common room with Amber, leaving the social worker alone with the crying girl.

Mikaela was an attractive girl, with pale skin contrasting with her sleek black hair and dark brown eyes. Her mouth was wide with puffy lips, especially her bottom one, that were pinkish, and her cheeks also had a blushing complexion. Grace wasn't sure whether this slight puffiness and pinkishness was due to the girl's regular tears, dilating the blood vessels around her face with increased blood flow, or if it was just how she looked naturally anyway but regardless the affect was quite pretty.

"What's the matter Mikey?" Grace asked, sitting down besides the girl and putting her arm around her shoulders. She narrowly avoided saying 'what's the matter now' but realised that the 'now' would probably be interpreted by Mikaela as meaning she was a reoccurring annoyance, which would just make her cry even more. Mikey was a nickname she had given the girl, as Grace felt it might be something the teen would find affectionate and comforting.

"I just know I'll be kicked out soon, and not sure how I'll get by alone!" Mikaela sniffled. When girls reached eighteen at the orphanage, they unofficially became considered by most of the staff as 'no-hopers' but Grace, having been a no-hoper herself, gave most of her attention to these girls and had made it her personal mission to find them all homes.

"I am sure you'll get by just fine, you are an adult now remember? And we'll make sure to get you a job somewhere so you will start off on your feet in the world." Grace said, wanting to comfort but also be practical, though saw that the girl didn't want to hear this so changed tack. "But you might not even need to worry about that as I am doing my very best to find you a home before you have to leave us..."

"But no one has ever wanted me all the years I've been here so why should someone adopt me now!" Mikaela sobbed.

"It's just a matter of finding the right person... you'll be someone's dream daughter and I am really doing my best to find that person for you!" Grace reassured, wishing she could guarantee to the teen. However though she couldn't make promises, Grace was truthfully doing her upmost to find homes for all the no-hopers. "I found great homes for Cassidy, Colina, Alix, and Madi, so perhaps you'll be next!"

"But there are still so many more of us left... and I'm probably the least desirable." Mikaela said, as despite the unexpected success that Grace had in housing four of the no-hopers since committing to helping them, there were still many more of them left at the orphanage.

"Shush, you are desirable. Somebody will just love having a daughter as sensitive as you."

"Not true, they'll think I'm an annoying cry-baby!"

"Aww Mikey, no they won't. Anyway, don't you have faith in me doing my job?" Grace said, trying to cheerfully tease the girl.

"I'm sorry Miss Larson, I must be sounding like such a brat. I didn't mean to suggest you aren't good at your job!" Mikaela began sobbing again, thinking she had insulted her social worker. Grace sighed to herself, and comfortingly squeezed the girl, thinking it might take a while to stop her crying. She was currently finalising for Bibi to be adopted, being what she was emailing about before she was interrupted, but the woman thought that cry-baby Mikey should probably be the next priority... after all, if she didn't have to comfort the teary-eyed teen so much, she'd have more time to spend searching for potential parents for the other 'no-hopers'.

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Mikaela got out the taxi and carried her bag to the front door of No. 5 Lavender Lane, which was a large detached house in a wealthy suburb, and the kind of home and neighbourhood that the teen had dreamed of living in. She was dressed in a white vest and a black and white striped pleated skirt, wanting to look pretty when meeting her new mom.

The girl couldn't quite believe how swiftly Miss Larson worked, as it was just a little over a week since she had been crying in the corridor, and despite her social worker's reassurances and her own awareness that she was being a little selfish, she had lost even more hope when Bibi and Renate were found homes before her, so had been surprised when she was told that she'll be moving in with her adoptive mother on Saturday!

Grace had kept to her plan of prioritising the girl, though the next woman she found who was interested in adopting was a tattoo artist and piercer, who wanted a daughter who'd be into those things too which the social worker know Mikaela, who had such a low pain tolerance that she cried when she got a splinter and had always required suppositories for vaccines as she couldn't handle the sight of a needle, would not be suitable for so she had offered the woman Renate instead.

However the next woman she had spoken to wanted a 'little lamb' to mother and protect which sounded perfect for Mikaela so Grace had shown the woman the girl's file and explained her teary temperament, and had been delighted when the woman agreed the teen seemed exactly what she was looking for!

Mikaela wished Miss Larson had come with her as she was a little frightened to knock on the door, but luckily there was a doorbell she timidly rang. For a few moments as she waited, the girl was afraid of the possibility that something might go wrong and the woman, upon seeing her, would not want to adopt her after all... the thought of which almost made her cry.

The door was opened, and the teen was warmly greeted by a woman in her early fifties, with a friendly smile, shoulder length black hair, and a mom bod, slim and healthy but a little curvy with age, with her medium breasts looking good in the white vest she wore, and jeans showing the shape of her womanly thighs. Not that it mattered, but Mikaela found herself pleased with how attractive the woman was.

"Hi Mikaela! Come on in, welcome to your new home!" The woman beamed, and took the girl's luggage for her. The woman's friendliness and natural warmth helped put the teen at ease, as she stepped into the large hallway of the house, marvelling she would actually be living there.

"I'm Neve, but you'll of course call me mom, or mommy or mamma or whatever you prefer! You can even just use my first name if you like."

"I think I like mamma... if that's okay?"

"It's perfect!" Neve grinned, putting the girl's luggage at the bottom of the stairs. "Now we both have our hands free, let me give you a big hug!"

Mikaela found herself warmly embraced by the woman, who cuddled her tightly which the teen liked, then kissed her forehead.

"Let me know if you find kisses and cuddles too sappy, I don't want to be an embarrassment."

"Oh no mamma, I do like them." The girl said truthfully, having loved the comforting feeling of being squeezed in the woman's arms, and the soft kiss on her forehead. She also relished calling the woman 'mamma', never before having someone to look to as a mother, as Miss Larson always felt closer to a big sister or a kindly teacher.

"Great! My surname is Prescott by the way, so you'll be Mikaela Prescott." Neve continued chatting, taking the girl into the lounge which was spacious yet cosily furnished. "I know it isn't as pretty as your first name but I hope you don't mind."

"No, I like it." Mikaela smiled, feeling already part of the family. "Miss Larson called me Mikey though if you'll like to too?"

"Okay Mikey!" Neve said, and the teen loved the sound of her new mother saying her nickname. Neve gave her adopted daughter a tour around the house, with the girl being very excited and impressed, especially when taken upstairs to her bedroom. Even though she knew it would be the case, the girl was still delighted to have her own room, having spent her entire life sleeping in a shared dorm room at the orphanage.

"Besides your school uniform, I haven't got you any clothes yet but think we should go shopping so you can pick yourself a few new things! I understand the clothes you get in the orphanage are often donations..." Neve said, showing the teen the empty space in the wardrobe and drawers.

"We really can go clothes shopping? Oh, thanks mamma!" Mikaela said, excited at the prospect and already feeling spoilt. The woman showed her the school uniform which was a blue plaid skirt, white blouse, blazer, tie, and a blue Alice band though that was optional.

"It's a private all-girl high school called Ginerva Academy that is only a short walk away. You'll be in senior year of course, though Grace suggested we give you a week to adjust to your new home before you start." Neve said, having discussed things with the social worker who felt that Mikaela could be upset by too much change at once. "And I've taken time off work so we can send the entire week together!"

This sounded good to the teen, who was excited to spend time with the woman and get to know her more. She was also nervous about going to high school, so was happy to hear it would be delayed a week as she was frightened she might not fit in or be made fun of if she cried because she couldn't answer a question in class or some other innocuous upset a typical eighteen year old wouldn't sob over. Just the thought of this nearly made the girl cry, but Mikaela 'bravely' held back the tears.

The tour continued outside, with Mikaela impressed by the large garden that even had a swimming pool. "Grace also said you have a few friends in the neighbourhood... I think some are here in Lavender Lane and a couple in Sapphire Lane, so you should see some familiar faces around the place!"

Mikaela nodded, thinking 'friends' might be an exaggeration as her cry-baby nature tended to make her peers fed up with her, especially as they were all in the same 'boat' however she though people will perhaps enjoy her company more in small doses when they didn't have to put up with her sobbing in bed at night. It seemed the area was a fertile ground for woman wanting to adopt daughters, as Miss Larson had told her all the other adopted former-'no-hopers' were nearby.

These were Cassidy, a quiet and meek girl that Mikaela, also being shy, hadn't known too well, Colina who was always a little sullen and didn't tend to lend sympathy to the teen's tears, Alix who had always been friendly if a little snappy at her, Madi who, apart from Miss Larson, had always been the best at comforting her, seeming to enjoy playing as a mother, Bibi who used to do her makeup for her but stopped as her work was constantly streaked when she inevitably cried, and Renate who had just thought she was silly.

After the house tour, they had some tea in the garden with Neve continuing chatting and asking the teen about herself, then the woman helped her unpack her luggage, and put everything away in her new room. In the afternoon they went for a walk around the neighbourhood, then brought some things at the nearby grocery store before returning home to cook dinner.

Mikaela joined her mamma in the kitchen and was gently guided by the woman in helping make her recipe for spaghetti Bolognese which the teen enjoyed, though couldn't hold back a few tears when the woman, though very gently, told her she hadn't diced the onions into small enough chunks, but she hoped that because she was cutting the lachrymatory vegetable, her mamma would just attribute her tears to that.

After they had the tasty dinner, Neve said the girl could hang out in the lounge and watch TV, listen to music, or choose a book from the shelf to read, while she did the washing up. The teen threw herself down on the sofa, just happy to sit there and soak in her new living room which was far nicer than the threadbare common room of the orphanage, and certainly more peaceful. However as she sat thinking about her wonderful new life, she couldn't help feel some tears come along as the teen suddenly felt a pang of guilt that she had been lucky enough to get Neve as a mother while there were still other 'no-hopers' left without homes at the orphanage.

The girl sniffled a little, desperate to suppress the tears but couldn't help herself crying, feeling that she wasn't worthy of such a lovely home, then as tears ran down her cheeks, she tried to take her mind off it by thinking about the fun day she had with Neve however recalled the school uniform which made her dread starting high school, imagining being ridiculed as a cry-baby. This made her start to sob, and the girl knew now it was too late to stop, ashamed and embarrassed that her new mamma would find her like this when she should be happy... and the prospect made her weep more, thinking that her mamma might be disappointed in her, even perhaps having second thoughts and returning her to the orphanage.

"Aww Mikey, what's the matter?"

Mikaela looked around to see her adoptive mother had come into the room.

"I'm sorry, I just can't help crying sometimes..." The teen sobbed, being caught at it by her new mother making her cry even harder.

"Aww, it's okay Mikey, come on, tell me what's the matter?" The woman said soothingly, sitting down on the sofa besides the girl. "Grace told me you sometimes need a little bit of comforting."

"Nothing is the matter really, I just feel a little bad as I have such a wonderful new mamma and home, while there is still loads of girls at the orphanage, and I feel like I don't deserve you!"

"Well, I feel like I don't deserve you!" Neve laughed, reaching out to stroke the teen's wet cheek then pulled her into a hug so the crying girl's face was rested on her breasts, while she comfortingly stroked her hand through her sleek black hair. "I'm sure Grace will find homes for all your other friends, but you're the one I wanted so don't feel guilty!"

Mikaela continued to sob, but found having her face pressed against Neve's breasts was certainly comforting, enjoying their softness and warmth, as well as the smell of the woman's perfume. She also loved the hand stroking through her hair, and sniffled a little, feeling like she should stop crying however the tears still flowed from her puffy red eyes.

"And I'm also worried about starting high school. What if no one likes me or the teachers are mean?"

"Aww, come on mamma's lap..." Neve said, pulling the girl up so she nestled in her lap, and held her close while her hand stroked down the teen's bare arm. Mikaela could now feel her mamma's bosom press against her back as she cuddled up to the woman.

"Everyone will like you I'm sure, and if anyone doesn't, you should just ignore them. Many of the girls in senior year live nearby, so I know that they generally are a nice and friendly bunch and I'm sure they'll welcome you, plus I'm sure some of your friends from the orphanage will also be joining the school as well."

"But I'll probably just cry at some joke then they'll all just think I'm lame. And it'll be scary going there with so many new people to meet all at once!"

"I have an idea, how about for the first few days, I go with you? I'm sure the school won't mind me attending classes to sit with you until you're settled in! I can certainly get a little more time off work as they know I have adopted a daughter so I basically get a kind of maternity leave!"

"I would like that, but won't everyone think I'm silly to have my mamma come to school with me?"

"No they won't, or at least they won't by the time they get to know you then you'll be going in by yourself, they'll understand what a sensitive girl you are, and treat you more appropriately!"

Mikaela couldn't believe how kind and patient the woman was being, and loved being able to sit in her lap. None of the girls at the orphanage had offered her their bosom as a cushion to cry on, or put her on their laps, not even Miss Larson, though admittedly it would probably be inappropriate if her social worker had done.

"Your mamma's little lamb, and I'm going to take such good care of you that you needn't worry about anything." Neve continued soothingly.

"Now Mikey, if there anything else causing you to cry? Or do you just do it because it makes you even more pretty with your glistening wet cheeks!" The woman teased, turning the girl's face to the side so she could see into the girl's brown eyes, and kissing her on the forehead again.

"Well, the other thing was I'm worried that you'll think I'm a cry-baby and get rid of me... if not today maybe another time when you get utterly fed up me with sobbing over every little thing!" Mikaela admitted, feeling ashamed as she felt like she was challenging the woman's kindness and patience.

"No way, you aren't getting rid of your mamma that easy!" Neve smiled, and helped the teen off her lap so she could cuddle up next to her again, and pull her face back to her breasts. "I won't ever lose my patience with you, I know you're a sensitive girl but that is exactly the kind of daughter I have always dreamed of! I want somebody to comfort and care for, not some girl who feels she doesn't need her mamma!"

"Thanks mamma, though I'm afraid I'll probably need a lot of comfort and care!"

"And you shall get it Mikey as you are my lamb! It'll be more likely that you'll get fed up with me rather than me of you!"

"Never mamma." The girl smiled.

"Who's my little lamb?" Neve said as she kissed the girl's forehead.

"I'm your little lamb." Mikaela sniffingly answered. Many eighteen year old girls would find that embarrassingly sappy, however the teen meant it.

"Who's my little lamb?" Neve repeated, and continued asking her adopted daughter the question with her answering it until her tears had subsided, and she was just wet eyed and sniffing. Between each question, the woman comfortingly kissed the girl's forehead, then her cheeks where she tenderly licked the girl's salty tears.

"I have an idea that might make you feel better... and will reassure you that I am serious about being your mamma no matter how much you cry." Neve said, and to the teen's surprise, pulled her vest off, followed shortly by her bra. Mikaela looked at her mother's exposed breasts in confusion, noticing her large areola and big nipples.

"Just lay back down over my lap." Neve instructed, and gently pulled the girl into position, so her upper back was resting on her knees, with her raised face directly in front of one of the woman's breasts. "Come on, just suckle a little. I think it'll help soothe you, and it'll also be a good way for us to bond a little physically..."

Mikaela was too surprised to argue, however though she knew it was strange for an eighteen year old girl to suck her mother's breast, felt that somehow it made sense for her... after all, most girls her age didn't cry all the time over the smallest things, so this special treatment felt needed. There was also something about having the woman's exposed nipple so close to her lips that she simply wanted to suck it anyway, so the teen didn't think too much, but just obeyed her mamma.