A Mothers Needs Part 3
Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 6:48 pm
Ok here is part 3.. Finally I have intorduced the diapers to the story.
Again please do give me feed back.. btw Baby Marty, Demon, Baby Amy and Baby Cole, thankyou for your feedback and encouragement, it is much appreciated.
Hugs
baby Glen
After a bit of cuddling up to each other, I found my energy had returned and I felt somewhat more composed, so I decided to question John on our earlier somewhat kinky episode in the bathroom and tried to find out if he had any other fetishes or surprises for me. His reply wasn’t what I expected.
“I do have a fetish but I don’t think you would ever guess what it is in a million years for it is rather unusual and unique,” he replied.
At this my brain went into over drive with the possibilities of what it could be. My initial thought being to do with his somewhat innocent and childish appearance but I discarded that not wanting to offend his manly sensibilities. I listed many fetishes from the mundane to the outright unusual and somewhat perverted and found out that many of the fetishes I mentioned he had some interests in or was curious about. I filed this information away for later use! Eventually though I started to run short of possibilities and decided to go with my earlier hunch. I decided to ask if he liked wearing diapers kind of hoping yet not expecting him to say yes. Suddenly his eyes shot up and looked at me intensely. At first I thought I had offended him and was about to apologise, but then he got a very sheepish embarrassed look and I realised that I had found his fetish. I waited for his reply and could see the conflict play across his face on how to answer me.
“Well… um… err… Yes… kind of.” he stuttered.
“But before you jump to any conclusions I just want you to know it has nothing to do with children; I am not a pedophile or anything!” he continued quickly.
He said it so fast I nearly laughed at his fear. I could see he was worried I would jump to the wrong conclusion but I reassured him that I knew him and after spending time with him knew that such a thing was not in his nature. Him being the type of guy that worried about offending everyone and always trying to make others happy before himself would obviously find such a thing offensive. His face softened with the reassurance.
“So it doesn’t bother you that I like diapers?” he questioned with an amazed look on his face.
“Not at all,” I replied, “In fact the whole idea excites me no end.”
And that was the truth, for my brain had already absorbed the information and began to think about the possibilities. The thoughts were already arousing my pussy even though it had just enjoyed some orgasmic sex. At my admission to being excited by the idea, a huge smile broke across his face and he visibly relaxed. I suddenly realised how tense and fearful he had been. It occurred that I might be the first person he had ever told about his fetish.
Thousand of thoughts began flitting across my mind that I wanted answers to in regards to such an interesting subject, but I decided to begin at the start.
“So how did you become interested in diapers?” I asked.
His face blushed and at hearing the word diapers. His eyes suddenly couldn’t look me in the eye. I gently reached out and lifted his chin and told him,
“Don’t be embarrassed little boy, Mummy Angel will look after you and you never need to fear Mummy for she will always love you.”
I don’t know what possessed me to say those words, but they felt right and the difference they made to John was amazing. I suddenly saw a tear escape his eye and a look of joy spread across his face and he lent forward and embraced me in a loving hug. Strangely the sight made my eyes also damp for in John I suddenly felt I had found the missing piece in my life. Someone who needed me and the care I could provide, as well as my love. In mere moments I felt the world shift and everything fall into place. John was the baby I couldn’t have. Eventually I pulled back from John and lent him against my shoulder and repeated my question. This time he replied without hesitation.
The story he told me was fascinating. He was a bed wetter for most of his childhood and a good deal of his teenage life. In his mid-teens he eventually got frustrated with a wet bed every morning and decided to wear diapers to save the hassle of washing the sheets everyday. He never told anyone that he started to do this for he was much too embarrassed. The only person to know was a kindly old lady at the pharmacist who supplied him with his diapers. It didn’t always prevent a wet bed he told me, for there were the occasional leaks, but on the whole he found he slept better and didn’t worry as much. Eventually the doctor’s predictions, which he would grow out of it, came true. He woke up most mornings dry and only had an accident once a week, and then it became a thing of the past. During this time though, he had found he had developed a fixation on his diapers. The comfort and reassurance he felt while wearing them was difficult to let go. Not to mention that he felt somewhat naughty while wearing diapers and they excited him. The fact was, he may have stopped bed wetting, but he could not give up his diapers. Without them he slept terribly and would wake up tired and disgruntle.
I filed all this information away in my mind, making sure to capture every word. I asked him if wearing the diapers was all that he did for some sort of intuition told me that the diapers wasn’t the whole story. I felt him stiffen in my arms and then look up to my face. Finding only reassurance there he relaxed and began to tell me that he also like the more childish side of wearing them and to pretend he was a little boy while wearing them. He mentioned that he had even bought a pacifier and often would suck on it while going to sleep. Needless to say I felt another twinge of excitement within my loins. The image of John’s muscular body in diapers, curled up in a ball, sucking upon a pacifier instantly popped into my head. I had to see what he looked like. I asked if he had any diapers in his room right now. He blushed but said yes.
“Go get them now John,” I ordered, “I would like to see them if I may.”
He scuttled out of my lap and dashed from the room to his own. The image of his naked body doing so still sent naughty thoughts racing through my head. He returned with some cloth and disposable diapers, powder, plastic pants, a collection of pacifiers and a big worn old teddy bear bundled within his arms. He looked a strange mix of excitement and apprehension, all at once, that made me want to laugh.
I suddenly wished I had a camera, but then wondered if John would be too frightened by it. After a brief pause I decided I better not.
He reverently laid the items down before me on the bed. I noted he caressed the soft cloth diapers and patted the teddy bear on the head. The sight of the adult sized diapers fascinated me. I also found the plastic pants curiously erotic to look at. I looked up at John to find him watching me with a mix of emotions playing across his face; the most significant being hope. I picked up a disposable and felt the soft padded texture. I suppose I could understand why he felt the way he did about diapers. There was something naughty about the idea of wearing them yet also strangely reassuring.
I sat the diaper down on the bed and opened it up. Then I looked up to John, and patted the diaper. It took a moment for my intent to register, but then quick as a flash he jumped up on the bed and placed himself neatly on the diaper. I couldn’t help but smile. My mind and body was being assaulted by waves of emotions that I never knew I had. I found I liked these new emotions, not to mention the effect they were having on my levels of arousal. John was very quiet but I could tell that the idea of me diapering him also was having an effect on him, for his penis began to spring back to life. I reached for the baby powder and lifted his legs by the ankles and gave a quick puff of the powder on his behind. The smell was divine. While I had his legs up I adjusted the position of the diaper and then lowered his feet down either side of me. I slowly pulled the diaper up between his legs and over his now very erect member. With some difficulty I managed to get it taped into place over his erection. Once done I lent forward and blew a raspberry on his belly and chided that he was a very excited little boy. His reaction was to squirm, blush and smile at me with those big blue eyes.
To be continued...
Again please do give me feed back.. btw Baby Marty, Demon, Baby Amy and Baby Cole, thankyou for your feedback and encouragement, it is much appreciated.
Hugs
baby Glen
After a bit of cuddling up to each other, I found my energy had returned and I felt somewhat more composed, so I decided to question John on our earlier somewhat kinky episode in the bathroom and tried to find out if he had any other fetishes or surprises for me. His reply wasn’t what I expected.
“I do have a fetish but I don’t think you would ever guess what it is in a million years for it is rather unusual and unique,” he replied.
At this my brain went into over drive with the possibilities of what it could be. My initial thought being to do with his somewhat innocent and childish appearance but I discarded that not wanting to offend his manly sensibilities. I listed many fetishes from the mundane to the outright unusual and somewhat perverted and found out that many of the fetishes I mentioned he had some interests in or was curious about. I filed this information away for later use! Eventually though I started to run short of possibilities and decided to go with my earlier hunch. I decided to ask if he liked wearing diapers kind of hoping yet not expecting him to say yes. Suddenly his eyes shot up and looked at me intensely. At first I thought I had offended him and was about to apologise, but then he got a very sheepish embarrassed look and I realised that I had found his fetish. I waited for his reply and could see the conflict play across his face on how to answer me.
“Well… um… err… Yes… kind of.” he stuttered.
“But before you jump to any conclusions I just want you to know it has nothing to do with children; I am not a pedophile or anything!” he continued quickly.
He said it so fast I nearly laughed at his fear. I could see he was worried I would jump to the wrong conclusion but I reassured him that I knew him and after spending time with him knew that such a thing was not in his nature. Him being the type of guy that worried about offending everyone and always trying to make others happy before himself would obviously find such a thing offensive. His face softened with the reassurance.
“So it doesn’t bother you that I like diapers?” he questioned with an amazed look on his face.
“Not at all,” I replied, “In fact the whole idea excites me no end.”
And that was the truth, for my brain had already absorbed the information and began to think about the possibilities. The thoughts were already arousing my pussy even though it had just enjoyed some orgasmic sex. At my admission to being excited by the idea, a huge smile broke across his face and he visibly relaxed. I suddenly realised how tense and fearful he had been. It occurred that I might be the first person he had ever told about his fetish.
Thousand of thoughts began flitting across my mind that I wanted answers to in regards to such an interesting subject, but I decided to begin at the start.
“So how did you become interested in diapers?” I asked.
His face blushed and at hearing the word diapers. His eyes suddenly couldn’t look me in the eye. I gently reached out and lifted his chin and told him,
“Don’t be embarrassed little boy, Mummy Angel will look after you and you never need to fear Mummy for she will always love you.”
I don’t know what possessed me to say those words, but they felt right and the difference they made to John was amazing. I suddenly saw a tear escape his eye and a look of joy spread across his face and he lent forward and embraced me in a loving hug. Strangely the sight made my eyes also damp for in John I suddenly felt I had found the missing piece in my life. Someone who needed me and the care I could provide, as well as my love. In mere moments I felt the world shift and everything fall into place. John was the baby I couldn’t have. Eventually I pulled back from John and lent him against my shoulder and repeated my question. This time he replied without hesitation.
The story he told me was fascinating. He was a bed wetter for most of his childhood and a good deal of his teenage life. In his mid-teens he eventually got frustrated with a wet bed every morning and decided to wear diapers to save the hassle of washing the sheets everyday. He never told anyone that he started to do this for he was much too embarrassed. The only person to know was a kindly old lady at the pharmacist who supplied him with his diapers. It didn’t always prevent a wet bed he told me, for there were the occasional leaks, but on the whole he found he slept better and didn’t worry as much. Eventually the doctor’s predictions, which he would grow out of it, came true. He woke up most mornings dry and only had an accident once a week, and then it became a thing of the past. During this time though, he had found he had developed a fixation on his diapers. The comfort and reassurance he felt while wearing them was difficult to let go. Not to mention that he felt somewhat naughty while wearing diapers and they excited him. The fact was, he may have stopped bed wetting, but he could not give up his diapers. Without them he slept terribly and would wake up tired and disgruntle.
I filed all this information away in my mind, making sure to capture every word. I asked him if wearing the diapers was all that he did for some sort of intuition told me that the diapers wasn’t the whole story. I felt him stiffen in my arms and then look up to my face. Finding only reassurance there he relaxed and began to tell me that he also like the more childish side of wearing them and to pretend he was a little boy while wearing them. He mentioned that he had even bought a pacifier and often would suck on it while going to sleep. Needless to say I felt another twinge of excitement within my loins. The image of John’s muscular body in diapers, curled up in a ball, sucking upon a pacifier instantly popped into my head. I had to see what he looked like. I asked if he had any diapers in his room right now. He blushed but said yes.
“Go get them now John,” I ordered, “I would like to see them if I may.”
He scuttled out of my lap and dashed from the room to his own. The image of his naked body doing so still sent naughty thoughts racing through my head. He returned with some cloth and disposable diapers, powder, plastic pants, a collection of pacifiers and a big worn old teddy bear bundled within his arms. He looked a strange mix of excitement and apprehension, all at once, that made me want to laugh.
I suddenly wished I had a camera, but then wondered if John would be too frightened by it. After a brief pause I decided I better not.
He reverently laid the items down before me on the bed. I noted he caressed the soft cloth diapers and patted the teddy bear on the head. The sight of the adult sized diapers fascinated me. I also found the plastic pants curiously erotic to look at. I looked up at John to find him watching me with a mix of emotions playing across his face; the most significant being hope. I picked up a disposable and felt the soft padded texture. I suppose I could understand why he felt the way he did about diapers. There was something naughty about the idea of wearing them yet also strangely reassuring.
I sat the diaper down on the bed and opened it up. Then I looked up to John, and patted the diaper. It took a moment for my intent to register, but then quick as a flash he jumped up on the bed and placed himself neatly on the diaper. I couldn’t help but smile. My mind and body was being assaulted by waves of emotions that I never knew I had. I found I liked these new emotions, not to mention the effect they were having on my levels of arousal. John was very quiet but I could tell that the idea of me diapering him also was having an effect on him, for his penis began to spring back to life. I reached for the baby powder and lifted his legs by the ankles and gave a quick puff of the powder on his behind. The smell was divine. While I had his legs up I adjusted the position of the diaper and then lowered his feet down either side of me. I slowly pulled the diaper up between his legs and over his now very erect member. With some difficulty I managed to get it taped into place over his erection. Once done I lent forward and blew a raspberry on his belly and chided that he was a very excited little boy. His reaction was to squirm, blush and smile at me with those big blue eyes.
To be continued...