John could not take his eyes away from Carrie's breasts. She knew she had him. He'd never look at a stripper again. She had his complete attention. It was more than that. He looked hypnotized. His mouth was open and he was actually drooling as he starred at her breast. Carrie felt a new power over her husband. She was in control. Things would never be the same. He would never tell her what to do or when. Now, she was in charge. He would do what she said. He would eat when she decided it was time. He was a baby, her baby and she was his mother. She was no longer his wife. He was no longer her husband, the man that told her where to go and when. Mommy knew best and he would soon find out.
Carrie sat down in the rocking chair and draped the baby blanket over her shoulder and John. She unfastened her dress and opened it up under the blanket. John started to squirm in anticipation as he saw his wife's white very full bra. He knew what was next and licked his lips thinking of the engorged nipple just inches away. It was going to happen. She was going to let him suck. He was squirming in her arm. Why was it taking so long? Carrie pushed the clasp on the nursing bra and exposed her breast. It was everything John had dreamt. He tried to get closer as Carrie smiled down, knowing the power she held over him. She guided the nipple to his mouth and John latched on and closed his eyes.