Jill settled herself on the end of the couch and affectionately caressed his bulky crotch.
“Come on little one,” she cooed. “Let Mummy see what sort of parcel you’ve got in these pants,” she continued as she lifted his top and undid his pilchers. She watched his face. He was calm and contentedly suc-king his pacifier. Clearly having a dirty nappy did not concern him and this pleased Jill. She opened the plastic pants and slipped the pins from the nappy. “Gosh what a smelly baby,” she cooed as she pulled the cloth down his crotch wiping the mess down into his nappy. At the same time the smelly aroma escaped in the room but Jill ignored it. It was no worse than when she used to change Bethany. At the same time, she lifted his bottom clear of the nappy depositing most of the mess into the damp and dirty cloth below. Quickly she rolled the messy nappy inside the pilchers and deposited it on the floor. While she held his ankles to raise his bottom she wiped him clean with a few wipes before slipping a clean nappy underneath.
Madison sighed as he soaked up Jill’s ministrations. Occasionally he would look down past his chest and watch her. He was enjoying it. He now liked nappy changes. She was gentle and her touch was tender. She lovingly smeared his bottom with cream. Madison didn’t flinch. The action of her fingers over his sensitive skin only served to calm him. This pleased Jill also because it meant the rash was well on the way to healing. He sneezed when she dabbed the tip of his nose with baby powder then sprinkled his bottom with a generous coating as well. The smell of baby powder filled the immediate vicinity eliminating the odour of the dirty nappy. Jill giggled at his reaction. He smiled in response. As she pulled the nappy firmly up between his legs he spread them further.
Jill smiled at his action. “Good bubba,” she cooed as she wrapped the nappy around him and pinned it snugly closed. She searched for his yellow pilchers she thought she had brought with her. She shrugged at her thoughtlessness and pulled his pyjama down. Oh well she thought an unprotected nappy will suffice in the meantime although she would have to be vigilant and make regular checksto see when he was wet because she did not want little wet patches on her carpet or furniture. Secretly she liked seeing her babies in unprotected nappies occasionally. It added to their baby innocence. Leaning over him she smiled adoringly at him as she lifted him into her arms again placing her hand under his soft padded bottom. Madison wrapped his arms around her neck and snuggled in. He loved being wrapped in her arms.
“Does my baby want some toast and jam?” she asked as she carried him towards the kitchen.
“Uh huh,” he chortled around his dummy. ‘More food’ he thought. He couldn’t get enough at the moment.
“All right darling Mummy will make you some toast and put some yummy jam on when she makes her breakfast,” she replied as she slipped him into the highchair and closed the tray.
Madison sat in the highchair swinging his legs and pawing at the tray while he watched her cook the toast and smear it in a red coloured jam. The smell of cooking toast made him drool. The saliva trickled down behind the shield of his dummy and onto his bib. His eyes lit up when she placed a plastic platter in front of him and he made a dive for the cut morsels. Jill slipped his dummy out of his mouth and wiped his wet chin with his bib. Madison grabbed the nearest piece and jammed it in his mouth. The taste was exotic especially the sweet tang of the raspberry jam. He drooled and a mixture of toast crumbs, jam and saliva trickled down his chin and onto his bib.
Jill watched amused as he attacked the toast. Very soon he was a jammy mess with the red conserve smeared over his mouth, chin, fingers and bib. She disappeared briefly when she noted he had been distracted by the food. When she reappeared a few minutes later with the newspaper in her hand the sight of her messy baby made her giggle.
“Oh look at you,” she chided him softly. “Such a messy baby,” she continued. He looked at her and gave her jammy smile. She shook her head and resumed her place at the table and ate her breakfast while scanning the newspaper. Occasionally she would cast a glance at Madison to check his progress. He was a mess. Jill was unperturbed after all he was a baby and babies made messes. She was more interested in the contents of the newspaper.
Jill carefully scanned each page for any news or inquiries, no matter how small, of Madison’s whereabouts. She found nothing. Obviously his disappearance hadn’t raised any suspicions or his father appeared unconcerned. She resumed her breakfast confident that their bliss would not be disturbed.
Madison finished his toast. He looked at his hands and bib they were a sticky mess but he didn’t care. He had always been a slightly messy eater. His mother was unconcerned by his behaviour and would readily clean him up or send him to the bathroom to do so. But his father was different. Madison could tell when he looked at him that he was not impressed by his son’s lack of cleanliness in the simple act of eating. Of course after his mother died his father was less forgiving occasionally smacking his face or removing his food if the behaviour persisted. Madison tried very hard to clean his act up but occasionally he still incurred his father’s wrath. It came to a point where Madison, in an effort to avoid his father’s attention would eat slowly and deliberately but even this sometimes brought about unwanted attention. Poor Madison lived in a state of constant fear and confusion. At school it was okay because other children were untidy and a simple wash in the toilets rectified the situation. At home he was afforded no such luxury so meal times became a battle ground, a torture chamber, a gastronomic minefield which Madison tried valiantly to wend his way through sometimes failing. So when Jill appeared unperturbed by his immature eating habits it enabled him to relax and enjoy each morsel without fear of retribution. Being able to simply be a messy baby played right into his hands.
Jill turned the last page of the paper. As she did so she looked across at Madison. He had finished his toast and was a jammy mess. She sighed. She rose from the table and retrieved a white sippy cup half filled it with juice and placed it on his tray. Madison looked at her and reached for it.
“Two hands darling,” she insisted. Madison complied and began guzzling the cool contents. Some of the juice split out the side of his mouth, down his chin and onto his bib. Jill left the kitchen momentarily and returned carrying a clean bib and a flannel. She wet the flannel. Madison finished the refreshing juice and dropped the cup.
Jill smiled at the messy boy.
“What a messy baby,” she chided again softly. “Hold still sweetie so Mummy clean you up.” Jill held his head and washed his face. Madison was initially startled and allowed his ‘mother’ to wash his face. Jill removed the flannel revealing a damp but clean face. “Ah there you are bubby,” she joked. “I couldn’t see my baby before because of all that jam and toast.” She removed his dirty bib and replaced it. She set about cleaning his hands and gave the tray a quick wipe. “Come on darling,” she said as she removed the tray and lifted him out of the highchair. Madison reached up to her so she lifted him into her arms. “That’s better a nice clean baby,” she cooed kissing him on the forehead although she could still smell the remnants of jam and bread. He wrapped his arms around her and placed his head on her shoulder.
“Tuddle Mummy,” he chortled around his dummy. “Me want tuddles Mummy,” he repeated.
“Okay darling,” she said softly and returned to the lounge and sat on the couch. “Just for a short time sweetie because Mummy’s got lots to do,” she continued as she slipped him onto her lap. He cuddled in. Then an idea struck her. I wonder she mused….
Opening her dressing gown she undid the buttons on her nightie and opened her top revealing her large creamy breast. Madison watched as he laid his head against her shoulder. He was spell bound. Was she….
“Come on darling,” she whispered to him as she eased him down until he was cradled in her arm. Madison’s face was close to her breast. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body. Jill smiled adoringly at him. Madison looked at her then at the breast. His heart was pounding. She wanted him to suc-kle on her breast that was clear to him. Could he do it? Nine year old boys didn’t do this. But was he really a nine year old boy, in fact nearly ten, now. Not really. Given the way he was dressed and the way he was treated he was more like an eighteen month old toddler. He was a baby now. He had agreed to that. Babies nurse from their Mummy’s and this woman was now his Mummy. He could see the expectation in her eyes. But she wasn’t going to force him. Jill watched him closely almost reading the turmoil flitting across his eyes. He sighed and turned towards her breast opened his mouth, took her nipple in and starting suc-king. Jill was thrilled. He had made the decision himself. It was clear to her that when her milk did arrive he would breastfeed quite happily.
Gently taking his head she turned him slightly so he was facing her breast. His soft pink lips were cupped around her breast and he was suc-king quite strongly and rhythmically. Slipping her other hand between his legs she pulled him closer and starting rubbing his soft nappied bottom.
“Good baby,” she whispered. “What a good baby,” she reassured him. “Keep suc-king darling. That’s it,” she encouraged. “Is that good sweetheart?” she asked. Madison looked up at her and nodded slightly. He could feel the nipple caress his tongue and the roof of his mouth. It was like suc-king his dummy although the teat was softer. Jill started to hum softly to him. Her baby was exactly where he should be – breastfeeding from his Mummy.
Madison relaxed and worked into a rhythm. Suddenly his bladder gave way and Jill felt his nappy slowly grow wet. She smiled to herself. He was a real baby now. Madison took no notice of his bladder he was focussed on enjoying the nipple in his mouth.
Jill let him nurse for a few more minutes before slowing extracting the nipple and sitting him up she shifted him around until he was facing the other breast. Madison did not need an invitation. As soon as Jill exposed it he moved in and latched onto her nipple and started suc-kling.
Jill continued to hum very softly to him. Madison could hear the soft tune and allowed it to wash over him. He really loved being in her presence.
“My baby can nurse from Mummy whenever he wants,” she offered. “Understand bubby,” she probed. Madison looked at her and nodded. “Anytime darling okay,” she reiterated. He nodded in acknowledgement. “Just say ‘tuddles Mummy’ and Mummy will help, okay,” she suggested. He nodded again.
About ten minutes later Jill carefully removed her nipple and wiped his mouth and her breast. She cuddled him closely before standing up and carrying him into the nursery. He was laid on the changing table, a pink dummy slipped into his mouth then his wet nappy changed. This time Jill made sure to dome some pink pilchers in place.
She leaned over him and kissed him on the cheek.
“Okay bubby Mummy’s going to put you on the floor in the lounge in front of the television. She has got a nice box of toys as well for you to play with so you can play there while Mummy gets her chores done, okay,” she said.
“Otay Mummy,” he chortled. She lifted him and carried him into the lounge and deposited him on the floor, then changed the channel on the TV to an appropriate little children’s programme. She disappeared and returned carrying a large plastic box. Jill dumped the contents on the floor in front of him.
Madison watched as an assortment of toys tumbled and scattered over the carpeted floor. He stared at the array of objects before him. What would he choose? There was plenty to choose from the multitude of dolls, soft toys, blocks, rings, rattles, plastic cars and trucks - a real treasure trove, toys suitable for a toddler not a nine year old. Madison looked at the TV and was initially captivated by the animated cartoon. Finally he tired of the programme and turned his attention to the toys.
Meanwhile Jill slipped down to her room to dress for the day while he was distracted. At the same time she tidied the nursery and prepared some clothing for her baby. When she was satisfied she headed to the kitchen pausing in the lounge to check on her baby. He was happily playing with the coloured blocks. She smiled to herself. She slipped into the kitchen to clean his high chair, did the dishes and the other tasks which needed her attention. Occasionally she would glance into the lounge to check her baby. He was crawling around the floor gathering the toys he wanted. She loved the way his padded bottom wriggled as he crawled. She noted the bib dangling from his neck and the dummy bobbling in his mouth. What she liked most was the glimpse of white nappy peeping out the leg of his pilchers. To her he was engrossed in his baby play. She touched her breasts lightly and caressed them. She could still feel the action of his suc-king and also they were very sensitive and starting to appear and feel more fulsome. While she watched her baby she realised she should take the opportunity to hang his washing on the line while the stiff breeze was about.
Madison was engrossed in his play. He didn’t think that baby toys would hold his interest but he was focussed on arranging the blocks in patterns so he could perhaps run some cars over them. He suc-ked contentedly on his pacifier. The rubber nipple caressed his mouth. He could still feel the warm soft nipple from his mother’s breast. That was a feeling all of its own - a feeling that he could get quite used too. He reflected on those minutes spent suc-kling on her breast. At first he thought he would be repulsed by it but once he started he enjoyed it. To him it felt the most natural thing to do. Maybe something else was missing from his world – perhaps the tender attention of an adoring mother as her baby nursed. He loved the feel of her warm but firm grasp, the warmth of her soft body and the beating of her heart. It was all so reassuring, so protective. He felt untouchable when he was in her arms, a feeling he had never experienced before and he loved it.
Madison ignored the sensation of his bladder emptying into his nappy. A warm feeling between his legs was the first indication he got of his action. I wonder what Mummy’s doing he mused as he sat on his padded bottom clutching a block and watching new images play on the television. He dropped the block and crawled towards the kitchen. He rocked back on his bottom and looked around. She wasn’t there. He waited a few moments determining what he was going to do. She must be in my nursery he thought so he crawled through the lounge pausing in the doorway of the hall. Again he rocked onto his bottom and listened for any sign of her. He missed her.
“Mmmmuuuummmmyyyyy…..he called tentatively. There was silence.
He crawled down the hallway to the entrance of his nursery. He expected to see her bustling about his cot. The room was empty. He felt panic rise and a little panicked cry emerged from his throat. Where was she? He saw another door next to his. She must be in there he figured. He crawled to that door and pushed it open. It was a room he hadn’t seen before. As the door opened he expected to see his mother appear. The room was quiet, empty. He saw a large pushchair in one corner, a bassinet against the wall and mixture of miscellaneous cases, blankets, boxes and a child’s tricycle. Now he was becoming anxious. He suc-ked more vigorously on his dummy. His chest began to heave and tears started to sting his eyes. He wiped them away when he realised that she could be in her room. He quickly crawled across the hallway and entered her room half expecting to see her at the duchess or fussing around her bed. The room was quiet and still.
“Mmmmmuuuuummmmyyyyy…” he wailed louder. She was nowhere to be found. A note of panic rose to a crescendo. He became very agitated and tears welled up again. He hurriedly crawled down the hallway towards the lounge but stopped because the profusion of tears impeded his vision. He sat on his damp bottom when a realisation hit him. Maybe she had gone and left him. Maybe at this moment she would be talking to the police or his father about the need to come and get him. No she wouldn’t do that but she certainly wasn’t in the house.
“MMuummmyyygoonnne,” he murmured causing more tears of unhappiness and despair to run down his face. She had left him. Suddenly he opened his mouth his dummy slipped out landing on the floor at his feet and began to wail piteously. He was so traumatised by the possibility that he became rooted to the spot. He could have checked outside properly but that notion had not entered his head. He was locked the present quite beyond all rational thought.
Jill gathered the basket of freshly laundered clothes and slipped out the back door while Madison was playing quietly. She smiled to herself as she crossed the expanse of green to her clothes line. Yes, today was a perfect drying day, a brisk breeze and warm sun to dry her washing. She commenced the laborious task of hanging the items. She sighed as gradually the line filled and fluttered with white nappies. Madison’s nappies she mused, my baby’s nappies. She watched them twisting and fluttering in the breeze. She remembered with fondness the many days when she did the same with Bethany’s nappies. It was so great having a baby back in the house and her life. She now felt whole. As she bent to pick up the first of several pilchers she stopped. She thought she could hear a cry. Jill listened intently. Nothing. She shrugged her shoulders and picked up the first pair. As she bent to pick up the second pair she thought she heard it again. Again listened intently then she heard the plaintive wail of a baby in distress. My baby she thought. Jill dropped the pilchers and pegs and dashed towards the house. As she drew nearer the noise became louder and more frantic.
“My God what can be wrong?” she asked herself as she mounted the back steps. She could hear him wailing in the distance and the indistinct burble of “Mummy gone…Mummy gone,” interspersed between the crying.
As she entered the kitchen Jill knew he was in the hallway because the noise was coming from that direction. As she hit the doorway she saw Madison. He was sitting limp in the middle of the hallway facing the front entrance wailing, tears flowing, his body showing absolute despair.
“Maddie darling Mummy’s here,” she called and he half turned towards her voice.
Through his crying Madison heard that familiar voice. It was her – Mummy but it couldn’t be she was gone in his mind. He couldn’t see through his teary haze.
“Maddie darling,” she cooed. “What’s wrong with Mummy’s baby?” she crooned stooping towards him. Madison was facing her. He could hear the voice he had come to cherish and align with warmth and protection. Indistinctively he raised his arms towards her. “Mummy’s here sweetheart. She hasn’t gone.” She saw his red face, tear splattered cheeks, snotty nose and wet saliva drench lips and chin. His chest was heaving and his body wracked with disconsolate sobs. Madison felt the familiar hands slip under his armpits and he was engulfed in that now familiar embrace. His Mummy had him. “Come on baby,” she said softly. “You poor, poor baby. Mummy’s got you now precious,” she continued in that soft loving tone which he knew and loved.
Jill wrapped her arms around him, lifted him into her arms, placed one hand under his padded bottom and the other behind his head as she pressed his face into her shoulder. Immediately she could feel the mixture of snot, saliva and tears soak her blouse but that was the least of her worries. He was a miserable wreck. Clearly he had thought she had abandoned him. Now it was crucial for her to run some immediate damage control.
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