Mommy Put Me Back In Pampers の小説・ストーリー

" Pumpkin! Will you stop bullying my baby? Look how she's crying!" My open mouth fell even more, if that was possible, almost touching the ground as Papa carefully took her in his arms. "Bullying? Seriously Pa?" I exclaimed again, chuckling even more but he didn't even pay me any mind, rather he cuddled Miley close as he walked towards the house, his steps gentle like she would fall apart with any little mistake. "Will mommy keep it?" Miley probed timidly, as Papa wiped her fake ass tears. And I smirked, relaxing on the car. It was good she knew me so well, if I said we're not keeping it then better believe we're not.

she says and I nod, she's bad mommy. "I'm sorry baby, how about mommy get you fresh milky?" she says and I nod my head yes, I want it, we learned something about milky in a mommy and me class, but I don't remember much, my brain is all fuzzy. She pulled me against her lap again, this time my face went against her naked skin, the skin-to-skin contact helped me calm down, and then she kept caressing my cheeks until I opened my mouth, feeling warm milky against my lips, I latched right on, drinking what's mine.

“Come join us, what are you being standing there? and go put on something proper to wear. Rolling my eyes and walking into my room, I get a shirt and joggers put them on quickly. I made my way back to the living room, and find Jamey and my mom giggling and laughing as she showed him baby pictures of me. “Mummmmm” I screamed. “What are you doing?” I said, snatching the phone out of her hand. “Oh, come on baby. It’s just some baby pictures, the cutest one I could find and it’s not like he won’t see them eventually” she said giggling,

my mom asks as she hoists her beach tote higher on her shoulder. “Four bottles, six bibs, and enough diapers for a small village,” I reply. “And don’t forget, the pacifier clipped to her onesie is the only one she’ll use. If it gets lost, good luck surviving the night.” “Parker, please,” she scoffs, adjusting the brim of her hat. “She’s a baby, not a time bomb.” “She could be both. I keep waiting for her to act out like her siblings did at her age, but she’s too chill.”

I told her I had to go to the bathroom. Mom caressed me and soothed me as she unstrapped the dildo. "Such a sweet girl has to go potty," she said as she rolled me to my back, holding the dildo firm in my butt. She sat up between my legs. "Don't worry mommy will help you," she smiled down at me. I lifted my knees and the dildo started coming out. Slowly. Mom restrained it, one hand holding the dildo and one hand rubbing my belly. "Did you like it honey?" she asked. I bit my lip and nodded. "Oh yes mommy, it was the best sex ever!" She asked if I wanted to do it again and I said "yes yes yes!" She let the dildo slide out a little more as she rubbed my belly and the top of my clit. The combinat

I rested against the pillows, both hands gently cradling my belly as I whispered to my unborn children. “You two are going to be okay,” I murmured softly, a small smile touching my lips despite everything. “Mommy is going to be strong for you. We’re going to have a better life. No more pain. No more being discarded. I promise I’ll give you everything I never had.” The door opened quietly. Andrew stepped in, his tall frame filling the doorway. He looked concerned but gentle. “I came to check on you. How are you feeling after everything we discussed?”

She grinned as she held back her chuckle. "Feminine underwear." "Oh, right this way." She took him to a different aisle. He picked out a few packs of things and a pack of biker shorts. "Would that be all sir?" "Yes." "Alright. This way." "Uhmm, do you have any pregnant mummy clothes, like with cute phrases and all." "Sure." She smiled as they walked to the mommy & me aisle. "These are fine." He handed them to her. They read. "Daddy did it."

His body was still warm, the remnants of the fever lingering beneath his skin, but he fit against me the way he always had, like something that belonged there. I held him tighter than I meant to, listening to his breathing until mine finally began to match it. Time blurred. At some point, he stirred, his fingers tightening in the fabric of my clothes. “I’m here,” I whispered immediately, pressing my lips to his hair. “Mama’s here.” His eyes opened slowly, heavy with sleep, but the moment they focused on me, something shifted. “Mama,” he breathed, and then he was moving, arms wrapping around my neck, holding on so tightly it hurt.

I guess I was wrong. When Ant needed a diaper change Dad handed him back to me. " Goof, can you hand me a diaper and the wipes?" I asked as I laid Ant down on the bed between my legs. I grab the blanket to unwrap him but Goof stops me. " Wait babe. You have had a long stressful day. I know you are in pain and need rest. Let me do it." Goof says as he gently picks Ant off the bed.