Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
My favorite part of the morning is slipping into my big boy’s room before he wakes up. The sun seeps through his blinds to slash bright little lines across his innocent face. He is such a sound sleeper. So sound that he never wakes up in the middle of the night to use the potty. No, my sweet stinky boy sleeps right through those kinds of things, just like a big baby!
The nursery always smells faintly of baby powder, but in the morning, that is a tough smell to distinguish. All I can sniff out is his nightly activities. It seems as though this morning, my boy has produced quite a large present in his diaper for Mommy.
A Present For Mommy
I tip-toe across the carpet to get closer to his crib. He’s sleeping on his tummy with his cheek turned to the side. His thick lashes lay against his cheeks, and I just want to kiss him all up. Leaning over his crib, I reach down to brush my knuckles over the back of his rosy cheek. He only stirs a little, his legs stretching out and his face turning away from me.
“Oh, Mommy knows. Mornings are so hard, huh?” My hand rubs down his back from his cheek to that big, full diaper bottom. I pat it gently and smile when I hear him groaning. “Did someone leave a big present in his diaper for Mommy?” I ask the rhetorical question as I squeeze the back of his soggy diaper.
Finally, he rolls towards his back to face me, and those big, sleepy brown eyes look up at me. Baby rubs his eyes and then lifts his arms for me to pick him up. “Pew, that is one stinky gift in there!” He giggles and nuzzles into my neck. I have to squish him to me. These moments don’t last forever, and soon he’ll be too big from Mommy’s snuggles. It doesn’t matter that his stinky bottom is burning my nose. His warm body hugs to mine, and I think I can feel someone’s morning wood stabbing at my tummy through his heavy diaper. “Time for a change, huh?” I pull him back to watch him nod.
Over to the changing table we go, and I tickle his sides after laying him down. Those squeals fill me with such joy. “Pewie, baby. Let’s clean you up.”
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270