Chapter Thirteen
“Do you masturbate him?”
“Never. Once a month I have him milked, well iced of course. Engaged a visiting nurse service... which specializes.”
The woman of great girth nods and smiles, intently observing adult baby Matthew through the bars of his playpen. Wrists cuffed above, he is presented nude, sitting on the waist high mattress pad, p***s long untouched standing firmly, his reaction to maternal supervision consistent.
Despite being regularly presented to Mommie either diapered or completely naked, being displayed before the woman unknown brings blushing. The pink hue of his flushed, shorn body radiates, indeed emulating the toddler of his warped psyche.
“His pacifier, he does not take to it well?” the woman referencing the straps of the sizable rubber implement.
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