Mummy`s Little Pride and Joy
by Prissy

Some people will object to the way I have brought up my son. They simply don`t understand how a mother feels. He is a very unusual little boy I admit. I say `little boy` but in fact he's twenty seven years old now, and no longer a boy at all.
If you saw him I'm sure you would agree that I've done the right thing. He's far too pretty and delicate for the wicked world of grown-ups - he wouldn't be able to cope with it at all.
It's absolutely essential for me to keep him safely in his dear little nursery, dressed in the lovely frllly outfits I make for him and living a dainty, girlie, carefree life among his dollies.

Some people will say I'm being selfish; that I make him sweet and babyish for my own pleasure. Well I admit I do get enormous pleasure from dressing my darling in gorgeous baby dresses and frilly bonnets and watching him dribble and kick out his legs in his lovely pink satin crib; but he enjoys it too! I know he does. He cries of course, but don't all babies cry? That just proves how babyish he really is! Besides, what could be more fun for a boy than living with his Mummy, wearing soft fluffy diapers and plastic panties and wetting himself whenever he feels like it?

And I don't keep my little angel all to myself. He does meet other people too. All my girl friends come round to see him regularly and we have lovely dressing-up sessions and he has a wonderful time. Women seem to love making a fuss of him, petting and kissing him till he dribbles helplessly and soaks his diaper for them.

Actually he even has a special lady friend to take care of his...well, his sexual needs. You see I know a male of his age needs relief in that department! Samantha comes round once a week. A very well developed girl. Seems to know an awful lot about men and sex. I absent myself from the nursery when she is here, so I have no idea what goes on, but little Priscilla always looks very contented afterwards. That's my baby's name by the way. Isn't it pretty?

Yesterday was a fairly typical day for little Priscilla. He sleeps in a lovely white satin and lace crib beside my bed so I can see him as soon as I wake up. Its always a lovely moment for me, looking down at my darling with his little thumb in his mouth and tears running down his cheeks and his teddy bear in his arms and his pretty pink nightie spread over the satin sheets. I can never resist gently easing my hand down the waist elastic of his panties to feel his diaper - always soaking wet of course. It always gives me a warm maternal feeling.
I know Priscilla can never leave me now. How can a man who has no control of himself possibly leave his mummy and go out into the big grown-up world? The idea is ridiculous!

Well, I slipped on my negligee and bent down to kiss his baby smooth cheek.
"Wakey wakey Priscilla darling!"
He began to suck more strongly on his thumb and gave a babyish little sigh.
"Samantha's coming today darling!"
His eyes opened suddenly and he started to wriggle and kick out his legs. I'm sure he was having naughty thoughts. Things a mother would rather not know about. But I can't blame the poor dear. Samantha would get any male hot and bothered, with her incredible figure and short skirts and long shapely legs. She calls herself a "Sex Therapist", specialising in `unusual fetish needs`. She certainly seems to know what makes Priscilla happy but if you ask me a baby's real needs are provided by his mummy!

Am I a little jealous of Samantha's relationship with my darling babykins? I suppose so. What mother isn't a little jealous of her son's lady friends? I had my darling all to myself that morning anyway and I wanted to make the most of it. I took a prettily wrapped cardboard box from the top of the wardrobe and undid the big pink bow. Most of Priscilla's baby dresses I make myself but occasionally I like to buy something really special, usually from Sissywear in Knightsbridge. They sell the frilliest things you ever saw!
"Look babykins, see what mummy has bought for her dear babykins."
I separated the soft tissue papers and lifted out the frothy bundle of silk and chiffon. You should see the expression on baby's face when he gets a new baby dress! His little eyes light up and he starts to gurgle and dribble, his arms jerk up and down and he wriggles his bottom with pleasure.
"Mmmmmmnng mmmmph mmmph mmmmph...goo goo..gah gnnnnphnnnn gmmmmmphh" he says, trying to feel the material with his little hands. You might think with three wardrobes crammed full of gorgeous baby outfits Prescilla might be a little blasé about yet another one! Not a bit of it! He gets just as excited now as he did when I first put him into one.

I let him bury his face in the soft silky folds of the beautiful skirt and feel the dear little pink bows round the hem and the trimming of pink lace round the Peter Pan collar and the little puff sleeves, and then I hung it up over the bath so he could drool over it while I washed his smooth skin with a pair of my panties.
I was very careful over his naughty bits but it was no use. What with the lovely new dress, and the feel of my panties and no doubt thoughts of Samantha coming later, well he was just too excited poor darling. His little man squirted an awful lot of boy`s cream into the bath water! He can't help getting a thrill from his baby feelings after all can he?

As always I loved the whole process of drying him with a huge fluffy towel, patting him all over with a big fluffy powder puff and rubbing baby cream into his little nooks and crannies. Then the pinning on of his thick fleecy diaper, still warm from the airing cupboard, and the tugging up his legs of some very pretty plastic baby pants with little pink hearts all over them. By now he was already making little sighs of baby contentment and looking at me with an adoring helpless expression which made me shiver with pleasure.

I like to finish dressing him in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in his nursery, so he can see himself becoming prettier and prettier.
First came one of his frothy white lacy petticoats in billowing clouds of girlie softness, which always make him gasp with pleasure. He loves to feel the silk and nylon layers floating down to smother him in cascades of baby frilliness that swish excitingly round his panties.
He started to wriggle and stares at himself in the mirror and I had to wipe his little chin because he was dribbling so much.
Then came his baby dress and, OH MY! Did I have an excited baby on my hands! He was wriggling so much I had to hold him still to push his arms through the puff sleeves and gather the sides of the dress at the back to do up the little buttons. He was bouncing up and down frantically now and before I had even smoothed out the folds of the skirt over his petticoats and made the hem hang nicely round his panties, he started to shudder and gave a little cry, and I held him in my arms and kissed his hot cheeks while his little baby thrill continued.
"There there darling, mummy understands" I said softly as the naughty creature kept pumping milk into his diaper. Then my darling little girl sighed and I held him close. He will always need me. No other woman could make him so happy!

This time I put a pink satin ribbon in his soft blonde curly hair and made a big bow on top. Then I slipped a pair of white woolly booties on his feet and we went downstairs for breakfast. He clambered into his highchair all by himself and I tied his wrists into the restraining cuffs so he depends on mummy completely for feeding.
I slipped an all-over plastic bib over his lovely new dress because he gets into rather a mess at the table I'm afraid.
"Open wide babykins...here comes da woverly din-dins" I say making the spoon fly through the air like an aeroplane.
"Ooooh! here comes da woverly din-dins....in it goes!.....yummy! .....ooh da clever ickel diddums!"
"Mmmmmmmph mmmmphh.....mmmmmmph mmmppph- hhnnngn.. .mmmmmnnnnggpphh.." he spluttered and gurgled as I stuffed more and more of the gooey mess into his toothless mouth, (I had them all removed), scraping the excess from his chin to push it inside too.
"One more spoonful diddums...ooh yes....yummy-yum-yum..."

Then came a bottle of warm sweetened milk with a few drops of the liquid Madame Travesta sends me.( She`s been a wonderful help that woman!) He took the soft rubbery teat eagerly and began to suck sweetly with his head lifted upwards and cradled in my arms.
"Mmmmmph mmm mmmm mmmmnng.." came the little sucking and gulping noises a mother loves to hear and I squeezed him tightly against my bosom. I closed my eyes and listened to his greedy sucking and I was twenty years old again with my darling baby in my arms feeding him the natural way.
I opened my eyes to look at him and his eyes were tightly shut too. Has he gone back all those years too? Perhaps the rubber teat of the bottle is not rubber at all, but mummy`s succulent nipple! He spread his thighs apart slightly and gave a little sigh and I knew he was pouring a stream of baby wetties into his diaper.
"Naughty darling" I said softly smoothing my hand over his panties and feeling the gushing of warm liquid going on and on and on.

Samantha swept past me into the house looking very glamorous, if a little tarty for my taste. Under her white PVC coat was a sort of parody of a nurse's uniform, her large breasts almost spilling out of the top and the tiny skirt showing her stocking tops.
"Sorry I'm late darling. I was tied up with a bondage fanatic in Leatherhead!"
She tottered through to the lounge in her bright red stilettos and I followed feeling rather plain in my simple blue dress and white apron and sensible shoes.
I had put Priscilla in his display crib among silk cushions and pink satin ribbons, with his lovely baby dress spread out nicely and a big fluffy bunny in his arms.

"Priscilllllaaaah! my daaaaahliinnnnggg" cried Samantha flinging her arms out in that exaggerated manner of hers.
"My lovely woverly adooowable sweeeetykiinnns!"
I must admit Priscilla looked very pleased to see her, wriggling and jerking his arms and kicking out his legs frantically as his lips worked overtime on the rubbery teat of his pacifier.
"Mmmmmph goo goo ggmmmpphhnngn gmmnnhppp mgghnpp..." he spluttered helplessly as Samantha gathered him in her arms.
"Give nursey a big wet baby kissy-kiss my darrrling fwilly angel." Pulling out his pacifier she smothered his face with kisses.
"Mmmmmoi mmmmmmoi mmmmmmmmmoi! mmmmmmmmoi"

She kissed his cheeks and his nose and his weak little chin and then she pressed her crimson mouth over Priscillas sweet cupid-bow lips. I wish she would not do this in front of me!- thrusting her tongue deep inside my poor darling`s mouth and probing every corner till he`s gulping for breath and wriggling frantically.
Samantha was quite breathless herself when she finally released him.

"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.

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