The blow on the head that his ex-student had given him seemed to be the last straw. He couldn’t even say ma-ma now. It didn’t matter. He’d be the perfect companion for her, he’d never make fun of her dim wits and big breasts again. The two of them would spend the rest of their lives together. Gina smiled when she thought of the baby clothes she could make for him with her knitting and crocheting. She had made him all those nice sweaters in the past and she had never seen him wearing them. He wouldn’t have a choice now. He’d look darling in a set of little baby booties and matching cap.
She picked him up and carried him on her hip to the kitchen to get him his bottle. She felt something wet on her breast and looked down to see what was causing the sensation. He was idly sucking on her tit through her blouse with his eyes closed with a look of infantine rapture on his face. His sharp infant’s sense of smell had picked up the faint odor from Gina’s nipples and he had found the attraction irresistible.
