Probably passed forever since the last time I took a bath. I just sat and enjoyed the warmth that surrounded me from all sides. Not to mention my mother's warmth and care, which surrounded me from the very first moment when I saw her in the “Orphanage”.

- Well, do you like to swim? - Mom asked me with a smile, - Sit a couple more minutes in the bath, and then I'll start washing you.

Mom threw toys into the water and I began to study them with interest. Suddenly, I farted loudly, blowing large bubbles.

- Decided to play underwater bubbles? - Mom laughed, drove me into the paint.

Sitting on the edge of the bath, my mother pushed a toy boat towards me.

- Look, Sashulya, the ship has sailed, - she said, - And behind it there is one more.

Mom put her hand in the water and began to create waves.

- As the boats shakes on the waves, - she smiled, - And still swim.

After playing with me a few more minutes, my mother made me stand up.

“Give me that pen,” she asked, and began to sponge my hand, “Now the second one.”

Following the hands of my mother soaped my breasts and stomach.

- And now let's do back and booty, - she smiled.

Mom began quickly washing me from behind, sponge lower and lower. Feeling that she was trying to climb between my buttocks, I squeezed my ass with all my strength.

- What are you so scared silly? - mom laughed, - Nothing will happen to your booty.

Forcibly opening my buttocks with my second hand, my mother began rubbing a soaped sponge between them.

“Sashulya has just poked, so now I need to wash my ass properly,” Mom explained, continuing to drive a sponge between my buttocks.

After priests mom began to wash me between my legs. I barely tolerated a sharp tickle, especially when she took up my scrotum.

“We need to wash the pisyunchik with the testicles properly,” my mother told me tenderly.

All red with embarrassment, I had to endure another tickling mother's manipulation for a couple more minutes. Finally, completely washing my feet, she threw a sponge into the water and took a bottle of shampoo.

- Close your eyes, - my mother asked me, - I will wash your head.

I closed my eyes so that they would not get shampoo. So, after washing my hair, my mom turned on the shower and in the next instant hot water poured over my head. Mom carefully washed off the soap with me for almost a minute. After that, she closed both taps and quickly took me out of the bath.

“Let's wrap you in this towel,” she said, throwing a huge yellow towel over me.

Quickly wrapped in a towel, my mother took me in her arms and carried me into the hall.

“I'll wipe you on the changing table,” she explained, “It's more comfortable there than in the bathroom.”

Mom carried me to the changing table and gently laid it on her back, quickly wiped it off with the same yellow towel.

“And now I need to anoint the cream with baby cream between the legs,” she said tenderly, taking a tube already familiar to me from the table.

I grimaced, remembering the painfully tickling procedure. Mom jerked my legs up and squeezed them tightly so that I wouldn't jerk with them. In this pose with my legs up, I could not stop my mother from smearing me with cream. It was a little insulting from its complete defenselessness, but at least this time no one was standing under our windows, watching how my mother was busy with me.

“Be patient, honey,” she said with a guilty smile, “I know you don't like this procedure.” But otherwise we can’t cure your diaper rash.

Having finally finished smearing me, mom took out a new diaper from below. Noticing that she was looking at me with a smile, I blushed deeply.I was still embarrassed by this woman - although I slowly began to get used to it. Holding me naked for a couple of minutes, my mother quickly put on a diaper and a short T-shirt. For some reason, she didn’t wear tights for me this time.

“Let's go to the kitchen,” Mom said, removing me from the table.

We went to the kitchen. After waiting for about ten minutes until the soup was cooked, my mother tied a bib at me and put it on her lap. Mushroom soup was quite tasty, but I could not get on my own. Reproachfully looking at my soiled bib with a T-shirt, my mother took the spoon from me and started feeding me herself.

“Open your mouth wider,” she said gently. “That's it.” Delicious soup? I see what you like.

Spoon for spoon mom fed me the whole plate. On the second was a chicken with mashed potatoes. Cutting the meat into small pieces, Mom started feeding me again.

“A small plane is flying,” she said, approaching my mouth with a fork, “Right in Sachule's mouth.”

The planes were followed by steam trains, then steamers, trucks and other means of transportation. My mother had a rich imagination.

“I know what you like,” she smiled, stabbed the last piece of meat onto the fork, “Motorcycles.”

Mom began to imitate a motorcycle engine. I could not stand it and laughed because I knew much more about motorcycles than this 25-year-old woman.

- What is funny? - mom laughed with me, - Come on, honey, eat this last piece.

I obediently ate the meat and mom, pushing the plate aside, handed me a special children's cup. There was apple juice.

“Well, we ate,” said my mother, setting me on the floor, “Let's go back to the hall.” I'll put you in bed now.

After a hearty lunch, I was really sleepy. Quickly preparing my bed, my mother put me in a crib and carefully covered with a blanket.

“I forgot to check the diaper,” she suddenly caught herself and put her hand under the blanket, felt me ​​between the legs.

Being satisfied with the condition of my diaper, my mother gently patted my hair and moved away from the bed.

- Sleep! - she threw, pulling the curtains.

I yawned sweetly and turned on my side, getting more comfortable. Less than a minute, as I was fast asleep.

The afternoon was pretty intense. After lunch, my mother went with me to the "Children's World", where she bought different clothes and children's accessories. Judging by the long check, she spent a rather impressive amount. Then there was a trip to a few shops. I didn't care where my mother dragged me. The main thing is that I was constantly with her, my new mother - the coolest in the world.

Upon arrival home, my mother immediately changed my diaper - as usual, carefully washing between the legs with soap and anointing with baby cream. After that, we watched a rather dull female series on TV for about an hour.

Dinner was light - buckwheat porridge and boiled milk. I winced at the sight of the disgusting scum and my mother, noticing this, immediately took it off with a spoon.

After dinner, we watched TV again - first, some comedy, and then my mother switched to "Good night, kids."

- Everything! It’s time bainki, - announced my mother, turning off the TV immediately after the end of the children's program.

I myself was surprised why, despite the early time — it was not even dark yet — I constantly yawn and my eyes stick together.

At bedtime, familiar procedures awaited me. Mom stripped me naked and, laying on the changing table, carefully washed away with a wet cloth. Of course, she decided this time to anoint me with baby cream between her legs. I could not ... Read more →