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Part 18
Madison laid his head on her shoulder savouring her closeness. Carefully Jill slipped her hand under the blanket and between his legs. Madison parted them allowing her access.
“What a good baby,” she cooed acknowledging his submissive behaviour. He felt her fingers worm their way into his nappy. Madison spread his legs wider and lifted his bottom away from her to make it easier. “Good baby,” she praised. Her fingers probed his nappy. He was very wet. “What a wet baby,” she crooned. “Come on precious let Mummy change your nappy then Mummy’s got something special for her baby.”
Madison didn’t answer. He sighed and snuggled in more.
Carefully Jill rose and carried him over to his crib. She laid the sweet boy on the soft mattress again. Madison looked at her. Jill could see a renewed sparkle in his eyes. He kicked his legs and smiled at her.
“My new Mummy,” he cooed.
Jill smiled lovingly at him. “Yes darling I’m your new Mummy,” she affirmed. She watched him slip his thumb in his mouth. Looking around the crib she located his dummy. “Here darling this is better for my baby.” He let her remove his thumb and replace it with the white dummy. He suc-ked it happily. Jill gently folded his nightie up his chest and back. She rubbed his soft tummy. He smiled at her and squirmed slightly. Her touch was soft and made him ticklish. The sensation sent tingles of pleasure through his body.
As Jill undid his pilchers Madison started to gurgle at her. She looked him. His face was a picture of abject happiness at the moment. He seemed to be in a state of bliss. Then he started to coo and gurgle around his dummy. He shuffled his legs. He was playing to her.
“Is my baby trying to tell Mummy a big story?” she cooed to him. “Are you darling? You tell Mummy all about it,” she encouraged. As she undid the nappy pins he continued the gurgle and babble like any happy baby. Jill touched his nappy. “My sweetheart what a wet baby,” she repeated. With that she gathered his ankles and lifted his bottom clear of the wet nappy that same way you would do with a young baby. For all intents and purposes he was a young baby at the moment. She pulled the bundle of wet cloth away and dumped it on the changing table. While his bottom was raised she wiped it clean with some wipes before slipping the dry nappy in place. She gently placed his soft bottom on the warm mound of fleecy cloth and continued to wipe around the rest of his nappy area.
Madison soaked up all her ministrations. Every stroke with the wipe sent quivers through his being. He continued to gurgle and coo. He didn’t care at that moment what he sounded like. He loved what she was doing to him and he wanted to acknowledge it. He knew he wasn’t a baby but that was what he felt like. In fact he far as he was concerned he was a baby. He had left his previous psyche behind. From now on the nearly ten year old Madison had gone. He was not going to return. Never! In its place was the sweet angelic baby Madison.
Jill started to brattle to him just like any mother of a sweet adorable baby would do. She listened to his coos and gurgles and responded in a way only mother can. She rubbed baby oil all around his bottom and nappy area then dusted it with a generous coating of sweet smelling baby powder. She pulled the bulky nappy up between his legs spreading them apart. Madison shuffled his legs again acknowledging the imminent safety of his nappy. He swooned with delight as the soft cloth engulfed him. He was safe and protected. His Mummy ensured that it had happened.
Indeed as far as Madison was concerned his nappies were an essential part of him. They defined him as the baby he wanted to be. Jill pinned them snugly closed and refitted the pilchers before pulling his nightie back in place. She looked at him and gently caressed his tummy. She reached in and lifted him to her.
“Come to Mummy bubby,” she cooed as she rewrapped him in the warm fleecy baby blanket. “Mummy’s got something that my baby wants.”
Jill carried him to the chair and seated herself. She cradled the small boy in her arms then adjusted the blanket so his face and chest were exposed. She slipped his bib around his neck and velcroed it closed.
Madison watched as she undid the front of her nightie exposing her large creamy white breast with its dark brown nipple winking at him. Jill turned him to face her at the same time Madison opened his mouth and his dummy slipped out. Immediately he latched onto her nipple as soon as it touched his lips. He suc-ked hard several times and the nipple slipped further into his mouth filling it with its warm smooth texture. At the same time warm creamy fluid filled his mouth causing him to swallow. He suc-ked again and again and was rewarded with more of the intoxicating fluid.
Jill watched intently as his lips expanded around her nipple and took more of her breast. Then she saw and felt his mouth work on her nipple. His s_ck was strong. It sent shivers through her body and down into her womanhood. She could feel her vagina moisten. She loved breastfeeding. As far as she was concerned it was one of the most orgasmic feelings in the world apart from sex itself. She knew he was suc-kling her milk. Her baby was home and she was now a complete mother again. She knew now that her bond with him would strengthen with each breastfeed, with each cuddle and each nappy change. Motherhood was a vocation she was perfect for because she was a fantastic mother. She now felt fulfilled.
Jill let her baby suc-kle for at least fifteen minutes before moving him to the other breast. He mewled when she moved him which surprised her.
“I know darling you want some more,” she cooed. “Mummy’s got more sweet milk for her baby.” She touched his lips again and he latched on immediately and started extracting the nourishing baby milk. Jill stroked his temple. “Good baby. That’s it. You drink Mummy’s milk. It’s all yours precious,” she whispered in a low soothing voice which penetrated Madison’s subconscious and skirted around his conscious sensibility. He was in baby bliss.
Slowly, ever so slowly Madison felt his eyes grow heavy. He tried to keep them open but he was too relaxed, too tired to fight it. Jill watched him doze then eventually sleep as his suc-king slowed and stopped.
She carefully extracting the wet nipple and wiped his milky lips before slipping his dummy in and carrying him over to his crib. She wanted to take him to bed with her but fought the urge. ‘No,’ she told herself, ‘not now. Later, if he wakes again I’ll take him into my bed and let him nurse. Besides,’ she affirmed to herself, ‘there will be plenty of other times to have him with me.’
She removed his bib and smiled to herself. He was so tired he hadn’t even let her burp him. She bent over him and kissed him tenderly on the side of his head.
“Good night my precious baby boy. Sleep tight gorgeous. Mummy loves you.” She carefully raised the side of the crib dropped the cold wet nappy in the nappy bucket, wiped her hands, turned the night light down further and headed towards her own bed. She chuckled to herself as she noticed the circular wet patches on her nightie caused by the excess milk on her nipples. ‘Another baby badge,’ she mused. Jill decided she wouldn’t worry about her nursing bra tonight but from tomorrow she would have to wear it.
Part 19
Jill’s eyes flicked open. Daylight was beginning to sneak between the drapes and the window jamb gradually illuminating the room. She coc-ked an ear listening for her baby. As she moved in the warm bed and her hand brushed the wet front of her nightie. She lifted the covers and noticed two damp circles from her breasts. They were leaking milk. She caressed them feeling the wetness against her skin and sighed contentedly. She was now a proper mother. Her milk was ready her for her baby. To Jill feeding her baby was the ultimate pleasure. It ensured complete fulfilment as a mother. When Bethany was alive she used to look forward to each feeding as the complete joining of her and her baby; the complete and ultimate bond of love. Now she was going to do the same with Madison. She was now going to build that final firm bond between him and her; the mother and baby bond and once that was established it was going to be maintained in the ensuing years. Oh yes in her scheme of things he was going to be breastfed for years to come, after all that’s what proper mothers do. To Jill the first important hurdle was to gradually erect that desire in him to want to feed. She was going to let him set the pace and the frequency, in short let him demand feed. She wanted her milk to be the firm basis for his diet just supplemented with small amounts of carefully selected solid food to maintain some bulk together with the occasional bottle of formula as a top-up. She sighed again and smiled to herself as her plan was set.
Jill rose from her bed and donned her fleecy gown. The house was a little cool but a couple of logs on the fire would soon remedy that. As she exited her room she couldn’t resist stealing a peek at her baby. She eased the nursery door open and allowed her eyes to grow accustomed to the dim interior. She crept across the carpet. Jill could see his small body lying prostrate in his crib. His nightie had ridden up exposing his soft pink tummy, his pilchers and nappy on clear display. His face was turned towards the opened bars. She could hear the distinctive audible suc-king as he worked on his dummy. His hair was tousled and flowing over the mattress and his forehead. His long dark eyelashes were clearly etched against his soft pink cheeks. His arms lay palms up near his head and one bootie clad foot was clear of his covers.
Jill stood for many minutes absorbing the adorable image of her baby. This was no near ten year old boy now she was watching but an adorable toddler – cute, cuddly, adoring, loving and needy. She watched his chest rise and fall rhythmically. He stirred and moved his head, suc-ked harder and his legs flopped open leaving his nappy and pilchers bunched between his legs. He was still in a deep, peaceful slumber. She hoped he was dreaming pleasant baby dreams. By the look on his face he seemed untroubled and serene. She was tempted to cover him but decided against it. She wanted him to wake naturally. The baby monitor was going so she would hear his plaintive cries. As quietly as she entered she stole from the room pulling the door closed behind her.
Jill headed for the front door to retrieve the morning paper. As she opened the front door she greeted by a cold breath of wind. It whipped around her gown causing her to pull it closer. Swiftly she floated down the steps and picked up the cold white news printed tabloid. At the same time she collected the single bottle of milk. This was not for Madison but purely for her. She stole a look at the morning sky before returning to the warm comfort of the house. Heavy grey clouds scuttled across the sky. The air temperature was cold. There was a heaviness in the atmosphere which threatened the possibility of rain. Jill was amazed at the sudden unpredictability of late autumn weather, bright and sunny one day then cold and threatening rain the next. The front yard was a mass of leaves of varying autumn hues. There was a job waiting to be done, when and if, the weather co-operated. The leaves would make excellent mulch for her shrubs. She would certainly need to wrap her baby up against the autumn chill when she ventured out later in the day.
Quickly Jill disappeared into the sanctuary of the warm house. She entered the kitchen to place both items on the table before rekindling the fire. As she did so she coc-ked an ear to the monitor. Silence! It was essential to raise the room temperature ready for her baby especially when he started crawling and toddling around. With the milk safely in the fridge she decided to scan the paper for any news on the search for Madison. With her baby still asleep it was an opportune time. As her eyes slowly scanned the pages she felt a sense of unease. It wasn’t unease prompted by any loss on her part, after all she had what she wanted – another baby, it was unease in response to Madison’s predicament. There was nothing in the paper; no indication that anyone actually cared about his wellbeing. There was no brief police report, no printed concern from an anxious and worried father about the whereabouts of his son. Nothing! How could anyone not say something, anything? Not even an appeal through the printed media for any information concerning his whereabouts? Nothing! Although she didn’t want to lose him or offer any information, it was the apparent neglect and uncaring feelings from others which troubled her. He was not missed. It certainly appeared to fit with Madison’s description of his father. This troubled her because it almost as though he had been discarded like a redundant part. Even the early morning television news didn’t shed any more light.
Madison’s eyes flickered open. He stretched and rubbed his eyes. He could feel his wet nappy cocooning his bottom. He wriggled and shifted on the mattress. He allowed his eyes to grow accustomed to the dim light in the room. The crib rails towered over making him feel small. He curled his legs up and noticed the yellow booties on his feet at the same time his bladder erupted without warning and he felt the warm pee seep through the already wet cloth and trickle over his nappy area and down between his legs. He couldn’t stem the flow. His control had gone. He should have been troubled by the thought but he wasn’t. Madison realised that he didn’t care. Any way his ‘Mummy’ while give him a clean dry nappy. He rolled over onto his tummy and buried his face in the mattress before lying on his tummy his face looking out between the bars. He suc-ked his pacifier contentedly. He loved his pacifier, mind you he always had.
Madison tried to remember what happened during the night but only fleeting images appeared. He remembered being lifted and cuddled. He also remembered having his nappy changed. Somewhere he remembered suc-king something soft and reassuring and swallowing some warm creamy liquid but he wasn’t sure. He wriggled his bottom again. He loved the way the wet cloth slid over his skin. He lay there for quite a while allowing his eyes to take in the sights in the nursery, his nursery. Where was his teddy? He lifted his head and surveyed his crib. There it was wedged in the corner. He pulled his knees under his tummy and felt the wet nappy tighten over his bottom. He buried his face in the mattress again before lifting himself to a sitting position the wet nappy squashed under his bottom. He reached for the teddy and started to bury his fingers in the fur. He wanted his ‘Mummy’ now. His stomach growled. He was hungry.
“Mama…Mama…” he called and waited to see if he could hear any footsteps. He was about to call again when the door moved. He snapped his head in its direction and saw his ‘Mummy’s’ face peer around the door. There she was. He watched her crossed towards him as she did so he scooted onto his feet and clutched the bars of the crib. He felt his nappy droop and pull on the nappy pins. He reached out to her. “Mama…Mama…” he squealed excitedly. He grabbed her gown and tried to pull himself in and climb out to be with her but his feet kept slipping down the rails. Madison could smell her immediately. There was a mixture of aromas – stale soap powder, a slight fragrance of wood smoke and the scent of stale milk. As quickly as she was with him she left to open the drapes. He whimpered. He wanted her. Soon she was back wrapping him in her arms and kissing him tenderly. He looked at her as she lifted his nightie and pulled his nappy back. He knew he wasn’t poopy at least he didn’t think so. Anyway, he thought, he would’ve felt it and perhaps smelt. He passed off this action and let her continue ignoring her. When she lowered the rail of kiddie bed he flopped into her and grabbed her gown. At last he was in her arms being wrapped in a warm cocoon.
The nappy change was wonderful as far as he was concerned. She was everything she had been over the previous three days – gentle, caring and loving. He was mesmerised by her actions. Finally after she had tied his bib he was picked up, smothered with kisses which he loved before giving her one of his own.
Madison had always been a loving child. He displayed his affection demonstratively especially to his mother who always responded, but his father was a different proposition. When Madison tried to show his love and affection for his father it was either grudgingly accepted or not even acknowledged or reciprocated. This used to perplex him and upset him as well. What had he done to deserve this apparent rejection?
Sometimes he would ask his mother and she would be understanding, yet made excuses for his father which would leave his mind in further turmoil. Sometimes he would see other men, maybe fathers holding their boy’s hands or cuddling them. When he saw this he felt a sense of loss and betrayal, even jealousy.
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