"I'll bet. And I'll also bet that you're feeling a bit frustrated at not being able to wank your stiff little cock in his face which I know you'd love...to do, you filthy slut. But no worries. I'm going to make sure he knows exactly how happy you are to see him."And with that, the dildo in my ass pulsed to life, humming and growing slightly larger. It felt incredible, horrible, wonderful, uncomfortable. and my cock began to get hard. After twenty or thirty seconds of this divine torture it popped. What was a real mommy from Sparky’s perspective? She sure wasn’t going to carry her in her uterus the way real mommies do.“Well, dear, I’ll do what I think is right for a mommy. That won’t always be what you think is right for a mommy to do. Look at your daddy, a real daddy. Sometimes he does what you want, and sometimes he does what you don’t want him to do because he thinks that is what a daddy should do.” Did Sparky get spanked? She’d never seen it.“But Daddy kisses me good night even when. And no strenuous exercise that isn't specifically prescribed by your physical therapist. Your lung needs more time as well. On the other hand, you can live a pretty normal life," he smiled."Thank you, doctor. I appreciate all you and your staff have done for me. I feel like I've spent half my life in this hospital, even though it's only been five months. I'll be back in three months for my first checkup."I rode out of the hospital in the obligatory wheelchair into the cold, wet daylight of. You’ll have to get on all fours on the bed,” I kinda smiled at her as I answered.“That smile, you’re looking forward to that aren’t you, getting Mommy up on all fours and getting to feel her.”I couldn’t deny it, “Unhuh,” I said.“Ok, I guess we get started in three days, then you’ll get to look at all of me but, tonight, I want to look at you.”I hadn’t noticed, in my excitement about finding out everything I’d told Mommy, I hadn’t noticed, the top of the night stand was loaded, her equipment was.