This time I put a pink satin ribbon in his soft blonde curly hair and made a big bow on top. Then I slipped a pair of white woolly booties on his feet and we went downstairs for breakfast. He clambered into his highchair all by himself and I tied his wrists into the restraining cuffs so he depends on mummy completely for feeding.
I slipped an all-over plastic bib over his lovely new dress because he gets into rather a mess at the table I’m afraid.
“Open wide babykins…here comes da woverly din-dins” I say making the spoon fly through the air like an aeroplane.
“Ooooh! here comes da woverly din-dins….in it goes!…..yummy! …..ooh da clever ickel diddums!”
“Mmmmmmmph mmmmphh…..mmmmmmph mmmppph- hhnnngn.. .mmmmmnnnnggpphh..” he spluttered and gurgled as I stuffed more and more of the gooey mess into his toothless mouth, (I had them all removed), scraping the excess from his chin to push it inside too.
“One more spoonful diddums…ooh yes….yummy-yum-yum…”
Then came a bottle of warm sweetened milk with a few drops of the liquid Madame Travesta sends me.( She`s been a wonderful help that woman!) He took the soft rubbery teat eagerly and began to suck sweetly with his head lifted upwards and cradled in my arms.
“Mmmmmph mmm mmmm mmmmnng..” came the little sucking and gulping noises a mother loves to hear and I squeezed him tightly against my bosom. I closed my eyes and listened to his greedy sucking and I was twenty years old again with my darling baby in my arms feeding him the natural way.
I opened my eyes to look at him and his eyes were tightly shut too. Has he gone back all those years too? Perhaps the rubber teat of the bottle is not rubber at all, but mummy`s succulent nipple! He spread his thighs apart slightly and gave a little sigh and I knew he was pouring a stream of baby wetties into his diaper.
“Naughty darling” I said softly smoothing my hand over his panties and feeling the gushing of warm liquid going on and on and on.
Samantha swept past me into the house looking very glamorous, if a little tarty for my taste. Under her white PVC coat was a sort of parody of a nurse’s uniform, her large breasts almost spilling out of the top and the tiny skirt showing her stocking tops.
“Sorry I’m late darling. I was tied up with a bondage fanatic in Leatherhead!”
She tottered through to the lounge in her bright red stilettos and I followed feeling rather plain in my simple blue dress and white apron and sensible shoes.
I had put Priscilla in his display crib among silk cushions and pink satin ribbons, with his lovely baby dress spread out nicely and a big fluffy bunny in his arms.
“Priscilllllaaaah! my daaaaahliinnnnggg” cried Samantha flinging her arms out in that exaggerated manner of hers.
“My lovely woverly adooowable sweeeetykiinnns!”
I must admit Priscilla looked very pleased to see her, wriggling and jerking his arms and kicking out his legs frantically as his lips worked overtime on the rubbery teat of his pacifier.
“Mmmmmph goo goo ggmmmpphhnngn gmmnnhppp mgghnpp…” he spluttered helplessly as Samantha gathered him in her arms.
“Give nursey a big wet baby kissy-kiss my darrrling fwilly angel.” Pulling out his pacifier she smothered his face with kisses.
“Mmmmmoi mmmmmmoi mmmmmmmmmoi! mmmmmmmmoi”
She kissed his cheeks and his nose and his weak little chin and then she pressed her crimson mouth over Priscillas sweet cupid-bow lips. I wish she would not do this in front of me!- thrusting her tongue deep inside my poor darling`s mouth and probing every corner till he`s gulping for breath and wriggling frantically.
Samantha was quite breathless herself when she finally released him.
