As soon as they entered the house, Ms. Stewart lowered a much embarrassed James to the floor.

"Why did you do that?! Why did you carry me?!"

Ms. Stewart smiled down at the tiny nineteen year old who truly did give the appearance of a two or three year old, "I'm sorry. I thought it was cute."

"Cute? What do you mean cute?"

"Well, legally I'm your mother and I thought it would be cute to carry my little boy inside the house."

"I'm nineteen. I'm not a little boy."

"I don't agree with that James. Prior to emancipation the law considers you a boy, not a man. And, ha..ha..I think boy or man, you'll always be little to mother. Now why don't I show you to your room."

Ms. Stewart reached her hand out for James.

"I don't need to hold your hand." James said indignantly.

Ms. Stewart smiled and leaned over to give James a view of her freckled cleavage, "Of course not, mother knows you're a big boy."

Confronted with her bosom, James barely took note of what she said. He watched as Ms. Stewart stood upright taking her beautiful breasts with her. He'd need a ladder to reach them!

Ms. Stewart walked over to the stairs and climbed up. When James reached the stairs, he could see that the steps were as high as his knees! With his small body it was impossible for him to walk up the steps! He swallowed and very nonchalantly began to climb the steps on all fours.

"Aww...would you like mother to carry you up, Jamie?" Ms. Stewart asked as she descended to his position.

"No." he said as he glanced up at her. At that point, with James on all fours, there had to be almost six feet of distance between them. Ms. Stewart looked like a giant!

"That's my big boy." she said condescendingly as she patted his bottom with her hand.

"Don't do that!" James said.

"I'm sorry little one." Ms. Stewart replied as she sat down on the step above him and reexposed her freckled bosom to him. Once again, transfixing him.

As he climbed the steps, Ms. Stewart continued to make condescending remarks, calling James "big boy", "little tyke" and "sweetheart" while referring to herself as "mother" and on one occassion, with her breasts in plain view, she managed to squeeze in the term "mommy".

By the time James reached the top of the stairs, it was all he could do to keep from crying. Even her breasts had ceased to be a sourse of excitement and instead started to be a symbol of her maternal status.

"Is mommy's little boy upset." Ms. Stewart said as she leaned over and forced him to look at her by raising his chin with her finger.

Too humiliated to speak, James just nodded in the negative.

"Does mommy's little boy need a toddy nap?"

As she said this, she reached down and took his hand firmly.

Tears began to run down James' face.

"Oh yes, it's been a long day for mommy's little boy." she said as she reached down and lifted a somewhat struggling James to her bosom.

Her bosom was so large and soft and James was so upset that he quickly ceased struggling.

"It's ok baby. All small children need naps. Shh...Sh..." she repeated as she walked him into a room designed for a toddler.

When James saw the room, he regained his senses and protested, "No! I won't sleep here! I won't".

His screams were short-lived as Ms. Stewart lowered him into a playpen sporting 45" bars. When James tried to reach out, his grip fell a good six inches short.

Ms. Stewart smiled as she looked down at the nineteen year old reaching to escape a baby's playpen! Almost as embarrassing as not being able to reach his way out was the fact that the top of the pen only came to the bottom of Ms. Stewart's pelvis!

"Don't you look cute! Just like a little baby!"

"But I'm not a baby! I want to go back to the orphanage!" James cried.

"Don't be silly. Why would you need an orphanage now that you finally have a loving mommy. Ha...Ha...Ha..." Ms.Stewart laughed as she dropped a pacifier in the playpen and left the room.

James sat trapped in tears and after a while even started to suck on the pacifier for consolation. Finally, he fell asleep in his new home. Adopted.

THE END

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