“Mmmmmm! Much nicer than kissing a normal man” she said with a grin. “You really feel you’re sucking the life out of these weaklings don`t you?”

“I wouldn’t know dear, I don’t kiss my own baby quite like that!” I said.

“No. I suppose not” she giggled, slipping her hand up Priscilla’s baby dress to feel his panties.

“And I suppose your kisses don’t give him a boner like this!” she giggled.

“OOOOH! Has ickel diddums got a pwesent for Nursey in there?” she squealed.

Really, the girl is so common!

Instead of going limp and spreading his legs apart for a nice long gush of baby liquid as I expected. Priscilla began thrusting himself against Samantha’s hand with a series of urgent little moans.

“Mmmmmnng mmmph..mmmmph! .mmmpphh!”

“Dere`s a good babykins…naughty ickel girly…oooooh! here it comes..!”

keeping her hand in place she pressed her lips over his again and he thrust faster and then gasped.

“Oooh! naughty ickel diddums having a woverly squirty for Nurse!” she said as he continued jerking into her hand. Then she looked at me and said, “I like to drain the spunk off a little before we get down to business!”

 

The insolent girl was just trying to annoy me I`m sure.

“Actually I think he gets more pleasure wetting himself for his mummy!” I said, putting her nicely in her place I thought.

She just giggled however. “If you say so dear. He`ll be able to do a good Diaper Drencher now”.

Snapping her fingers in his face she said “GUSH BABY!” sharply.

Priscilla immediately lifted his knees high in the air, flung his arms out wide and let out a long drawn out sigh.

“AAAAAHHHH!”.

I must admit his expression was one of sheer bliss!

 

“There you are! He’s wetting himself good and proper now” said Samantha pressing her hands over his plastic panties to squeeze the already drenched diaper.

“It’s absolutely pouring out!”

“That’s because I gave him lots to drink just before you arrived dear,” I pointed out.

“From a bottle I suppose” said Samantha.

‘Of course it was from a bottle, what do you expect?”

With a sniff she unbuttoned her blouse and revealed her plump white breasts encased in a lacy maternity bra.

“Did I tell you about my baby. My real baby that is? He’s three months now.”

“Yes I know, your mother looks after him I believe.”

I think I managed to convey my disapproval of a woman who does not take care of her own baby!

 

“That’s right. He bores me stiff to be perfectly honest. Anyway I’d rather save my tits for babies who really appreciate them.” she said, bold as you please!

She undid the bra and her huge breasts swung free. Priscilla stared at them for a moment and then began to shake himself about, his mouth open and drooling helplessly.

 

I decided to retire gracefully. There are some pleasures I just can’t give my darling baby any more. That’s what I pay Samantha for. I know he would prefer it from me of course but he seems to accept a substitute. I saw Priscilla’s shining eyes and trembling lips and his arms reaching out for her soft warm flesh and was glad at least that he was going to have the ultimate baby experience.

 

“l’ll-er-leave you to it Samantha. I’ve got some work to do upstairs!” I said, but they were both too busy to notice whether I was there or not! Samantha was lifting my darling onto her lap and cupping one of her breasts in her hand. She pressed the large dark nipple between finger and thumb and squeezed until the creamy milk spurted out. Prescilla made a desperate moan as he lunged forward with his mouth wide open and fell upon the warm irresistible tit….

 

I spent half an hour at my sewing machine, finishing a pair of baby panties in white silk with a rubber lining, then I took them into the nursery to put them in one of Priscilla’s panty drawers and at the same time brought a dozen fresh diapers from the airing cupboard and piled them neatly beside his crib. I could hear muffled screams from the sitting room as Samantha gave Priscilla his spanking. It seemed more severe than usual, no doubt because he had had so much pleasure. Then, after a few minutes I heard a peculiar buzzing noise accompanied by lots of baby moaning sounds. Ten minutes later Samantha called me downstairs.

Priscilla was back in his crib staring out into space with a completely vacant expression, but with tears streaming down his baby cheeks.

“Oh my darling! What has she done to you?” I cried taking him in my arms. I looked accusingly at Samantha who just grinned at me.

“Don’t worry dear. He’ll be a little dazed for an hour or so, that’s all. I gave him a good going over. They do need it you know!”

She was putting a huge white plastic object about nine inches long into a rubber bag.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Haven’t you seen one of these before?” she said with obvious surprise.

“No, is it something you use on your hair?”

She burst out laughing and twisted the bottom of it making it vibrate with the buzzing noise I had heard earlier.

“You could say that. It made Priscilla’s hair curl anyway!”

 

My darling baby seemed to stiffen in my arms while the buzzing went on. Then it stopped and he slumped down again.

“Must dash” said Samantha “I have a panty worshipper in Spittlefields at four o’clock!” With that Samantha was gone and I was alone again with my little pride and joy.

I slipped a big juicy pacifier between his lips and flounced out his baby dress and he gave a little sigh of contentment.

“Aaaah! diddums does love his mummy best doesn’t he?” I whispered softly, holding my dear helpless babykins tightly in my arms.