Yesterday was a fairly typical day for little Priscilla. He sleeps in a lovely white satin and lace crib beside my bed so I can see him as soon as I wake up. Its always a lovely moment for me, looking down at my darling with his little thumb in his mouth and tears running down his cheeks and his teddy bear in his arms and his pretty pink nightie spread over the satin sheets. I can never resist gently easing my hand down the waist elastic of his panties to feel his diaper – always soaking wet of course. It always gives me a warm maternal feeling.
I know Priscilla can never leave me now. How can a man who has no control of himself possibly leave his mummy and go out into the big grown-up world? The idea is ridiculous!
Well, I slipped on my negligee and bent down to kiss his baby smooth cheek.
“Wakey wakey Priscilla darling!”
He began to suck more strongly on his thumb and gave a babyish little sigh.
“Samantha’s coming today darling!”
His eyes opened suddenly and he started to wriggle and kick out his legs. I’m sure he was having naughty thoughts. Things a mother would rather not know about. But I can’t blame the poor dear. Samantha would get any male hot and bothered, with her incredible figure and short skirts and long shapely legs. She calls herself a “Sex Therapist”, specialising in `unusual fetish needs`. She certainly seems to know what makes Priscilla happy but if you ask me a baby’s real needs are provided by his mummy!
Am I a little jealous of Samantha’s relationship with my darling babykins? I suppose so. What mother isn’t a little jealous of her son’s lady friends? I had my darling all to myself that morning anyway and I wanted to make the most of it. I took a prettily wrapped cardboard box from the top of the wardrobe and undid the big pink bow. Most of Priscilla’s baby dresses I make myself but occasionally I like to buy something really special, usually from Sissywear in Knightsbridge. They sell the frilliest things you ever saw!
“Look babykins, see what mummy has bought for her dear babykins.”
I separated the soft tissue papers and lifted out the frothy bundle of silk and chiffon. You should see the expression on baby’s face when he gets a new baby dress! His little eyes light up and he starts to gurgle and dribble, his arms jerk up and down and he wriggles his bottom with pleasure.
“Mmmmmmnng mmmmph mmmph mmmmph…goo goo..gah gnnnnphnnnn gmmmmmphh” he says, trying to feel the material with his little hands. You might think with three wardrobes crammed full of gorgeous baby outfits Prescilla might be a little blasé about yet another one! Not a bit of it! He gets just as excited now as he did when I first put him into one.