Alex’s Mother
The warm sun filtered through the trees as a young child sat of a soft yellow rug spread on the grass. It fiddled with a doll as a yellow dummy bobbled in its mouth. The soft angelic face was cocooned with the wide brim of a pale yellow bonnet. The china blue eyes focused on another doll and reached for it. The boy jiggled on the spot as the soft nipple of the dummy played over his tongue. It was an exotic feeling but not as nice as the lingering feel of his mother’s nipple he had been nursing from not half an hour before. His tummy was full and it gurgled quietly processing the creamy liquid. The young child put the doll to his mouth to suc-k it only to have the dummy get in the way. His nappy suddenly grew warm but he ignored it.
As he reached for another toy his short pale yellow smock rode up his back allowing the warm breeze to caress his baby soft skin. As he reached further his matching pale yellow over naps became more visible exposing the ruffles of darker yellow lace across his well-padded bottom. A glimpse of white nappy peered out from the legs of his baby pants. As he rocked back on his bottom his eyes caught the sight of his mother etched in the laundry window. A smiled emerged from behind the shield of his dummy and he jiggled excitedly.
“Mummy” he chortled reaching his hand in her direction. He loved his Mummy. He was never happiest until he was safely cradled in her warm arms or cuddled lovingly against her soft body. His Mummy loved him he knew that. He dropped the doll he was playing with and rocked onto his hands and knees and crawled a few paces over the soft baby blanket towards her image. “Mummy” he giggled to himself. He looked up but she had gone. “Uh,” he grunted and his bottom lip began to quiver. “Mummeee,” his voice squeaked. Suddenly a flitting object caught the corner of his eye. His attention was diverted from his mother’s image intothe direction of the movement.
A tiny glossy-blue feathered bird darted from the branch of a nearby shrub onto the branch of another causing the branch to bow under its weight. The small boy reached out towards the bird. Alex loved the little creatures and the bright coloured butterflies that inhabited the garden. Of course it was out of his reach. He crawled towards it but his clumsy movement frightened the creature and it darted away. His baby mind immediately lost interest in the creature and focused on the toys closest to him. He grasped a red rattle, shock it vigorously and brought it to his mouth.
Jessica was humming softly to herself as she smoothed the quilt on her baby’s crib. She shifted his teddy until it was propped up in the corner of the crib close to where her baby’s head would be. There he could grasp it while he was lying contentedly in his crib.
She opened the cupboard and retrieved the white long sleeved shorty nightie and rubbed it over her face savouring its softness. It was dotted with pale pink fairies and adorned with pink ribbons at the neck and cuffs. He always looked so adorable in this garment. It was her favourite. At the same time she gathered a matching pair of baby pants, white with pink ruffling lace over the seat. Again he looked so cute in these when he crawled across the room or toddled around the lounge after his bath. A matching pair of white booties with pink ribbons was added to the layette and all were lovingly placed next to the pink changing table ready for his nap.
Jessica turned to leave the room, hesitated then crossed the room picked up the nappy bucket laden with his wet and poopy nappies. She spied a bib hanging over the end of his crib and picked that up too. It was still wet and slightly sticky from the remnants of his milky spill after his morning feed.Before she left she glanced around at the cosy nursery and breathed a contented sigh. This was her baby’s haven, her haven even, where she would escape with him wrapped in her arms and lovingly feed him. Jessica glanced at herself in the mirror. She still bore the signs of youth on her pretty face which belied her mid-thirty age. Slight wrinkles forked from her eyes and the odd grey hair attempted to conceal itself amidst her flowing brown hair. She flicked a wisp away from her forehead and tried to tuck it behind her ear. Looking down Jessica noticed a small damp spot where her nipple etch against her blouse. Putting the nappy pail down she grabbed a tissue and tucked the soft paper between her nipple and the nursingbra. She was leaking again. Her breasts were swollen with milk again. Glancing at her watch she realised that Alex would soon need feeding, that would relieve the pressure. She was proud of her ability to supply her ‘baby’ with all his sustenance. There was no need for solid food. He was healthy, and well fed which to her was essential. Her breast milk was his sole diet and he appeared to be satisfied. Of course like all good mothers she demand fed – if he wanted it she was able to give into his demands.
Jessica adored her baby.He was her sole focus and purpose in life. The day he was born was the greatest moment in her life. When the boy’s father left prior to his birth his departure do not dent her ego. She was going to be a mother, but more importantly the best mother in the world. It was a lofty expectation and she knew deep down it was unobtainable but she was going to give a good ‘nudge’.
The small cosy cottage and its private and secluded location allowed her a chance to maintain her privacy and look after her baby. The moment she cradled his tiny body in her arms was the greatest moment in her life. She had her own very baby, a delicate defenceless creature on which to lavish all her love and affection.Alex became her focus and she doted on him. When he was first born he was demanding but with perseverance she was able to slowly mould him into a regular routine. The night feedings were difficult to start with but as the years have progressed she was well used to it. In fact deep down she loved the night feedings especially when she would carry his warm body back to her bed and allow him to suc-kle to his heart’s content. Many times she dozed off to hisstrong rhythmic suc-k and little ‘piggy’ grunts as he filled his tummy, only to be woken by his wriggling feet and the smell of yet another poopy nappy.
As Jessica watched the light filter into the nursery she vividly recalled the ‘horror’ stories her friends recounted of their wayward and recalcitrant sons. These boys suddenly flushed with a rush hormones coursing through their bodies, changed their personas and became set on a course of possible self-destruction. Their mothers, her friends, grieved over the loss of their ‘babies’. Not so Jessica. Her fourteen year old son was completely ambivalent and unaware of the changes in his peers. The only changes he experienced were from her when he needed his nappy changed.
Jessica had deliberately sheltered him from the rest of his peers. The only time he ventured into the outside world was either safely strapped into his car seat in their capacious van or warmly tucked up in the large Hyde Park pram she inherited from her grandmother. Her treatment of him had never changed from the first moment the doctor placed his new-born infant in her arms. He was her baby and he was going remain that way. Alex did not know any different. Even now at the age of fourteen he displayed the developmental characteristics of an eighteen month old although his larger body was more that of a 5 or 6 year old. There would be no puberty forhim to shatter her world. The careful administration of carefully crafted natural ‘vitamins’ ensured that he would remain locked in his baby bliss.
Jessica had learnt this craft from her late grandmother. The elderly woman was renown in her village for the wonderful potions and elixirs she manufactured which seemed to work better than those of modern medicine. Her grandmother was quick to realise the talent and curiosity her grand-daughter displayed, so eagerly shared the secrets of the many herbs and plants that grew in abundance in the region. It was with a select mixture of these ingredients that Alex’s vitamin was made and added to his twice a day bottle feed of herbal water.
Jessica looked forward to every minute with him. Each nappy change was a loving and bonding experience. His morning and nightly bath an opportunity to caress his soft baby skin, while his regular breastfeeds cemented their bond permanently. He loved his cuddles and she readily provided them. The oil massage he received each night while lying on the floor in front of the warm fire enabled her to play his body like a finely tuned instrument. He would coo and gurgle as her hands worked their magic.
With a contented sigh she left the nursery heading to the laundry. As she sorted his soiled nappies she glanced out the window and watched affectionately as he baby happily played in the warm sunshine on his favourite rug. Jessica had been careful to coat his delicate arms and legs in sun screen. The last thing she wanted was to deal with a factious and uncomfortable baby. She chuckled to herself as he picked up the doll and tried to suc-k it only to have his dummy get in the way. He was a picture of baby happiness surrounded by his favourite toys, the pretty dolls, the soft toys, colourful rattles and bright balls. Another chuckled escaped when he grasped his red rattle and gave several vigorous shakes and bobbed up and down at the same time almost in rhythm.
Alex loved bright colours. He was always transfixed by the vibrant coloured flowers swaying gently in the garden and the light wispy coloured butterflies which danced and darted among the flowers. There it was, a bright red and yellow insect gaily flittering almost within reach. Alex grew excited and reached out his hand to touch it. Of course it dangled tantalisingly out of his reach. He rocked forward and crawled towards it. It crawled alluringly over a nearby flower. This time he’d have it. No, it waltzed away almost teasing him. His lip quivered. Why wouldn’t it stay still long enough for him to grasp it? His china blue eyes watched it alight on another flower. Alex raised his padded rump and unsteadily shuffled to his feet. He rocked momentarily as he tried to gain his balance. His thick nappy forced his slender legs apart. He took a couple of tentative steps and rock again almost over balancing. He steadied himself. His nappy grew warm and wet again. His stomach gurgled.
As Alex gradually gained ascendency over his balance he refocused his attention on the coloured insect. It flitted closer and he toddled forward to grab it. His fingers snaked towards when suddenly the creature flitted away again onto another flower. Again the whole process was repeated as the creature flitted and danced its way merrily among the flowers and through the garden with Alex toddling unsteadily after it. At one point he over balanced and landed squarely on his padded rump squeezing the wetness into his bottom. Not deterred he picked himself up and teetered after the alluring butterfly. It stopped again so tantalisingly close that Alex thought he had it. At that moment a moist slimy lump squeezed itself out of his bottom and nestled itself comfortable between the wet cloth of his nappy and his damp bottom. Ignoring what was happening in his pants he toddled after his prize as more waste oozed it way into his nappy.
Jessica was happily humming away to herself as she carefully folded his freshly laundered and dried nappies. She made a mental to note topick up some more nappy liners and nursing pads the next time she was visiting the pharmacy in the village. She rubbed her hand over the soft fluffy cloth. Ever since his birth she had used cloth nappies on him. The soft fluffy cotton looked so comfortable, they felt soft when she rubbed her hand over his well-padded bottom, and more importantly they accentuated his baby appearance. She often covered her mouth in awe when he toddled unsteadily towards her wanting a cuddle, just fresh from a bath or change, as he looked so angelic. Often on very warm days she would clad him only in a nappy and let him crawl or toddled happily around the cottage. On these days the pristine white cloth and pink headed nappy pins highlighted his babyishness making him more adorable. Jessica had tried disposable nappies on a couple of occasions but found them inconvenient, and difficult to dispose of. In addition they caused his delicate skin to break out in a rash which took days to heal and made him irritable.
She carefully stacked the newly folded nappies in the warm cupboard outside his nursery making sure she left two out; one was placed beside his changing table and the other on the coffee table in the small lounge ready for his change once she brought him indoors.
Jessica jerked her head up. Something told her to check on her baby. She slipped into the kitchen and peered through the window towards the blanket. It was empty. He had gone. She didn’t panic because often when she went to look for him he was often crawling over the soft grass in another part of the garden or playing with a brightly coloured flower he had torn from a plant.
She slipped out the back door and called his name.
“Alex. Where’s Mummy’s baby boy?” She listened for his responding chuckle or excited squeal. Nothing. She ventured further into the garden. Still no sign of him. Her heart quickened. This was unusual. He never ventured anywhere. He couldn’t venture anywhere because he couldn’t leave the enclosed section. Anyway he was a toddler and was still unsteady on his feet. She crept around the side of the cottage hoping to see him among the brightly coloured flowers.
“Where are you darling? I can see y….” She paused. He wasn’t there. Now panic began to set in. The gate! Surely not she thought to herself. He’s never ventured that far and he couldn’t open it anyway. Then she saw the movement out of the corner of her eye. The gate was gently swinging on its hinges shifted by the gentle breeze that filtered through the trees at the end of the garden. Now her panic began to rise in earnest. The first image which flicked through her mind was the stream through the woods. She often took him down there to dabble in the reeds and slip his small feet in the cool water. She knew he was fascinated by water. He loved his bath so would love to splash in the stream. Horror crossed her face as she realised that he could end up in the water.
She dashed through the garden heading towards the open gate. Her breath quickened as her adrenaline began to rise. Her baby, her baby was all that was coursing through her mind. She couldn’t bear to part with him. Her life would be ruined. As she rushed through the trees she pushed open the gate heading deeper into the wood.
‘Damn her!’ she shouted in her mind. ‘Bloody nosey old lady!’ she cursed.
Jessica was always suspicious of Trudy McCloud. On the surface she appeared to be a kind and gentle woman but she had heard stories about her from her friends. Watch her they cautioned she is a nosey old cow quick at prying into families and causing trouble. Be careful they warned. Jessica was careful. She made sure that Alex was not within eye shot. The inquiries about the baby clothes and nappies from Trudy were always met with a plausible explanation – my sister’s visiting or I’ve got a friend with a young baby staying. What Jessica couldn’t tolerate was the neck craning and the pushy questions. There was the constantcalling unannounced wanting a cup of this, a bottle of that. She was sure the old lady was trying to see what she was up to, what she was trying to hide, basically pry into her family life. It would have been her who left the gate open.
Alex stumbled after the gaily coloured insect that always seemed to stop just out of his reach. He toddled along chortling to himself keen to catch the bright object. It was pretty. He stumbled and landed on his tummy on the soft grass. His lip quivered then the bright object danced away again. He forgot about his predicament and managed to stand on his unsteady feet. He ignored the dirt on his hands and the grass on his baby dress. Alex toddled forward after the creature. It danced and darted, flitted and fluttered through the garden with the small boy after it. Over the fence it flew into the wood beyond and Alex tottered through thegate after it. He ignored his surroundings. His focus was on the creature ahead. In his baby mind he could see it in his hand and pictured his mother’s adoring gaze as he presented her with the lifeless gift.
He stumbled again landing on his knees, his chest and face hitting the soft damp earth. That hurt. His lip quivered again but this time he whimpered and started crying. Through his tears he picked himself up and started crawling across the ground.
“Mummeee,” he sobbed he needed her to hold him and kiss him better. I looked around through a haze of tears. The creature had gone. He stopped and rocked back on his padded rump. The poopy messy in his nappy squashed into the cloth and over his bottom. Alex looked around. The tall trees towered over him. The rustling canopy swayed and mingled over his head in a mocking wave. The undergrowth sighed almost chuckling to him. ‘It’s gone little boy. It’s gone.’ He was lost. Where was his Mummy? He began to wail in despair.
Jessica trotted through the undergrowth.
“Alex baby, Alex,” she called her voice tinged with panic. “A…l…l…e…e…x…” she called again. Then she heard him. A plaintive cry filtered through the trees. It was a small distance away. “Alex baby Mummy’s coming,” she shouted running towards the cry.
There he was sitting in the middle of a grass glade his dummy dangling from his dress collar tears coursing down his cheeks and saliva dribbling out of mouth down his chin and onto his bib. He was miserable. She noticed his hands were dirty, his dress dirty and dishevelled and his knees covered with earth. She rushed over to him and crouched down.
“Oh bubby,” she crooned. Alex looked towards the voice. That was his Mummy’s voice, her soft tender voice that he knew and loved so much. He cried harder lifting his arms in her direction. “Mummy’s here darling. Come to Mummy,” she said softly lifting him into her arms. He snuggled his face into her shoulder wiping the tears, saliva and snot onto her shirt. Jessica ignored it. It would wash. He wrapped his arms around his mother’s neck and sobbed softly. Standing up she slipped her hand under his dress and caressed his back. Slowly Jessica walked back towards the gate and closed it. ‘I’ll put a lock on that,’ she mused as she walked slowly back to the cottage. Her hand slipped down to his bottom and she lovingly patted it. She could smell he was poopy and knew he’d be wet.
His sobs subsided and she heard the audible slurp as he suc-ked on his thumb. A little bit of dirt wouldn’t do him any harm she thought.
She walked down to his nursery and laid the miserable little boy on the changing table.
“Don’t suc-k that sweetheart,” she cooed as she slipped his thumb out of his mouth. He mewled and she replaced it with a clean white dummy.
Slowly, with unhurried movements, she began to undress him. Soon he was lying in front of her in just his poopy nappy. Using a warm cloth she lovingly wiped his face, arms and hands. She rinsed the cloth and washed his legs. Alex gazed lovingly at his mother. He was so pleased to be with her. She had come to his rescue. He knew she would.
“Mummy, Mummy,” he chortled excited around his dummy. His flapping arms accentuated his excitement. Jessica smiled adoringly at her little boy.
“Such a happy baby now, aren’t you precious,” she cooed warmly. He kicked his legs with joy as her fingers undid his nappy pins and slipped them from the wet cloth. “Such are smelly bubby. Yes you are. Yes are in,” she crooned. Lifting his legs she pulled the cloth from between his legs then using part of the soiled cloth she wiped the smelly mess from his bottom. Quickly she wash him clean, rubbed sweet smelling oil over his bottom then dusted it with a generous coating of baby powder. Finally he was deftly pinned into a clean and comfortable nappy. Alex sighed. His Mummy was doing what she knew best – looking after him. As he lay on the table Jessica slipped a clean singlet on, his adorable nighty, domed his baby pants on and slipped the warm booties on his feet.
“There darling all nice and sweetsmelling for Mummy,” she said softly as she lifted the delicate boy into her arms. He snuggled in. Alex felt warm and loved. “Come on Bubby time for some din-dins,” she whispered. He snuggled in more.
Crossing to the large padded chair in the nursery she seated herself and arranged her little one until he was cradled in her arms. With expectation Alex watched as his mother undid the buttons to her shirt. He started to mewl and salivate in expectation. He could smell his Mummy’s milk. Jessica turned him slightly towards her and unclipped her nursing bra removing the damp tissue. She removed his dummy. In doing so Alex opened his mouth in anticipation. Moving his head towards the glistening nipple Jessica guided it into his waiting mouth. Alex’s tongue touched the nipple and immediately he closed his lips around the soft flesh and started suc-king. He was rewarded with a flow of creamy warm breast milk. His mouth filled quickly and he swallowed hungrily. He sighed and closed his eyes.
Jessica watched her baby latch on to her milk swollen breast. She could feel his strong suc-k extract the liquid nourishment. She readjusted him slightly and stroked the fine hair on his temple. She caressed his cheek and his eyes flicked open and he focused on her face. He smiled causing milk to seep around his lips. She smiled affectionately back at him. Slipping her hand between his legs she started slowly patting his nappied bottom. Her baby was home. He was safe.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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