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Chapter 118 Lena shot Betsy a glance. Betsy’s shoulders hunched, her face flushed as if she wished the floor would swallow her whole. With a sigh, Lena admitted, Well… it’s not exactly for the grandkids anymore. I blinked. Oh? Betsy’s reply was barely audible. It’s… kind of mine. The silence stretched, heavy and awkward, until laughter spilled out of me. That explains the pink cheeks. Lena chuckled, her tone warm but conspiratorial. Let’s just say it’s been a helpful supplement. I shook my head, still grinning. You two never fail to surprise me. Leaning forward, I pressed, voice sharpened with curiosity. Alright. I want everything. Ten days’ worth. Start from the moment that door closed behind me on my way to New York. Well, as you know, Lena began, her tone sly, Betsy pooped in her diaper while eating right before you left. I burst out laughing. Yeah, I remember—I made that joke. It was a three‑for‑three day for poopy diapers. Both of your grandkids had messy diapers earlier too. She grinned, eyes sparkling. A full house of diaper disasters. I chuckled, shaking my head. I remember that. You even smacked me on the arm when you said it. Lena smirked, leaning back with mock innocence. Hey, I had to share the joy somehow. Well, next time, share the joy with words—not elbows. Lena laughed, her eyes dancing. No promises. Messy diaper days bring out the sass. From the couch, Betsy giggled, clearly entertained by the back‑and‑forth. You two are funny. I turned to her with a grin. You’re the one who finished the three‑for‑three streak, young lady. She shrugged, lips curling into a mischievous smile. I was hungry. Lena shook her head, still smiling as if the whole scene amused her endlessly. And apparently, that triggers everything. Lena continued, her voice steady as she replayed the moment. I got all three of them out of their high chairs, one after the other. They were squirming, reaching for toys, making it feel like a juggling act. When I reached Betsy, I pulled back the edge of her diaper to check, and honestly, the mess wasn’t too bad She brushed a strand of hair from her face and glanced at the clock on the wall. The minute hand was edging closer to the hour. It was nearly bath time, she said with a wry smile. I knew I had to wrangle all three of them into the tub before things got out of hand. But then I had another idea. I’ll give them their nighttime bottles first, she thought, heading into the kitchen. I gathered the bottles with practiced ease, opening the fridge to pull out the breast milk she had stored for the grandkids. The cool air brushed against her face as she poured the milk into two bottles, the steady stream making a soft glugging sound. Out of the corner of her eye, She noticed Betsy watching her, curiosity flickering across her expression. Do you want to try some breast milk in your bottle, Betsy? I asked lightly. Betsy’s eyes widened, and she quickly shook her head. No thanks. I chuckled, my laughter warm and teasing. Alright then—chocolate milk for you. With the bottles prepared, Lena guided the three little ones out onto the balcony. The evening air was cool and gentle, carrying the faint scent of pine from the yard. She settled down with her two grandkids together in one chair, handing them their bottles. Within seconds, they were content, sipping away with the quiet rhythm of the night Then Lena reached for Betsy’s hand and led her to the chair she favored. Sitting down, she pulled Betsy onto her lap, letting Besty rest her head against her boobs. After about fifteen minutes, Lena noticed all three had finished their bottles. She leaned toward Betsy with a gentle smile. Would you like me to get you out of that messy diaper and into the bath with the other two? Betsy looked up at her, cheeks still faintly pink, and nodded. Yes. Alright then, Lena said, her tone was brisk but kind. She stood, gathering the empty bottles in her hands. Head over to the changing table, all three of you. I’ll be right there as soon as I take these back to the kitchen. The children shuffled off together, their small footsteps echoing softly, while Lena followed behind with the bottles, already planning the next step in their bedtime routine. As Lena carried the bottles back toward the kitchen, her mind drifted ahead to the long evening waiting for her. Three diapers to change, she thought, and one of them messy enough to demand extra care. She imagined the next step—herding all three girls into the bathtub. The thought made her smile wryly; she wasn’t entirely sure the tub would hold them all at once, but she hoped it would. The sound of splashing and giggles already played in her imagination. And even after bath time, she knew the routine wouldn’t be finished. Fresh nighttime diapers, pajamas, cribs… The list stretched out in her head, each task stacked neatly on top of the last. Her footsteps echoed softly against the kitchen tile as she set the bottles down, the weight of responsibility pressing in alongside the quiet satisfaction of caring for them. With a sigh, Lena admitted to herself, It’s going to be a long night. With that thought still lingering in her mind, Lena walked toward the changing table where the three girls were waiting, their little legs kicking restlessly. Once there, she crouched down and spoke gently to her two grandkids. I need to change Betsy first—she’s got a messy diaper. After that, I’ll help you both out of yours. She gave them a reassuring smile, her tone brisk but kind. And then it’s straight into the bathtub for all three of you. The girls exchanged glances, giggling at the mention of bath time, while Betsy shifted shyly, waiting for her turn. Lena looked at Betsy and asked gently, “Are you ready to have that stinky diaper changed? Betsy nodded quickly and hopped up onto the table. As Lena lowered the front of the diaper, she paused, raising her brows. Did you poop some more? There wasn’t that much when I first checked. She gave a small shrug and added kindly, not that it matters—I still need to wipe your bottom no matter how much there is. Betsy just nodded again, cheeks faintly pink. It took Lena a few minutes to get her clean and ready for bath time. When she finished, she gave Betsy a reassuring pat. Alright, head to the nursery and grab the bath toys. Go ahead and fill the tub, but wait for me before you get in. While you’re doing that, I’ll get the grandkids ready to join you. Lena turned back to her granddaughters and quickly stripped them of their diapers, dropping the bundle into the diaper pail with a practiced motion. Alright, you two, she said, marching them toward the bathroom where Betsy was already waiting. Once inside, Lena lifted both girls carefully and lowered them into the tub. The water rippled as they settled in, giggling at the sudden splash. Then she turned to Betsy, offering her a steady hand. Come on, sweetheart. Sit down here with them. Betsy eased herself into the tub, and Lena blinked in mild surprise. Well, would you look at that, she murmured with a smile. There’s is room for all three of you. Alright, you three, Lena said firmly, fifteen minutes of play time before I come back to give you all a good washing. She stepped out, poured herself a glass of water, and leaned against the counter as the minutes ticked by. The cool drink eased her throat, but her mind was already busy. Getting the grandkids clean is no problem, she thought, but Betsy… I’ve never bathed a nineteen‑year‑old before. Still, it should be fine. She’s patient, and she knows the routine. The hum of the refrigerator filled the quiet kitchen as Lena waited, listening to the faint echoes of splashing and laughter drifting down the hall. When the fifteen minutes had passed, she walked back toward the bathroom, bracing herself for puddles and chaos. But as she opened the door, she stopped short, pleasantly surprised. The floor was nearly dry, only a few scattered drops glistening under the light. The three girls looked up at her with wide smiles, water rippling gently around them. I had just started washing one of my granddaughters when I suddenly had to stop—Jodi having decided it was the perfect time to pee in the bathtub. With a sigh and a shake of my head, I gathered the three girls together. Alright, everyone out, I said, trying to keep my tone light even as I drained the tub. The water gurgled down the drain, and I quickly refilled it, steam rising as the fresh warm water poured in. One by one, I helped the girls climb back into the tub, settling them down again. The granddaughter who had peed couldn’t stop giggling, her shoulders shaking with laughter. That was funny! she declared, clearly proud of her timing. I gave her a look that was half stern, half amused. Well, maybe funny to you, I said, but next time, let’s keep the bathtub for splashing, not surprises. With the clean water back in the tub, Lena finished washing and drying her two granddaughters. She had her grandkid stay in the bathroom, keeping a watchful eye as them It was time for me to wash Besty, and I wasn’t too sure about how it was going to go. Like I said before, I have never given a 19-year-old a bath before. I thought to myself, “Well, here goes nothing. I asked Betsy to stand up and turn around so that her back was facing me. I started off with washing her back, and then I moved on down and washed her legs. When I went back to wash her bottom I paused for a little bit. I then thought what the hell every time I change a diaper on her, I am wiping between her butt cheeks and cleaning her anus. So, what's the difference doing it with a washcloth. So, I had her bend over, and I just spread her cheeks and started washing between them, the only time that she jumped was when I washed her anus. Once I made sure she was nice and clean, I asked her to turn around. I asked her to turn around so that I could wash her front. This is when I really thought I was going to have a problem. But when she turned around, she automatically spread her legs so I could wash between her legs. I was thankful that she did that without me asking her. So, the last two things that needed to be washed were her boobs. This is when things got a bit interesting. She got a little bit excited because when I was done washing her boobs, her nipples were big and as hard as a rock. She looked at Betsy and said isn't that right. Betsy with her face turning red, jest nodded her head yes. Lena then asks Betsy what did I say to you about your nipples at the time. Betsy went you told me not to worry about it because women's nipples have a mind of their own and you would never know when the headlights get turned on. When everyone was rinsed, clean and dry. She gathered the towels together, stacking them neatly with the others she had already used. A quiet thought crossed her mind: I’m going to be doing a lot of washing this week. I looked at the three girls, all of them smiling and rosy‑cheeked from the bath. Alright, I said with a gentle firmness, time for diapers and bedtime. Two reasons—one, I don’t want anyone peeing on the floor, and two, it’s late and you need your rest. The girls giggled at her words, but obediently shuffled toward the nursery, ready for the next step in their nighttime routine. After diapering my granddaughters, I smiled at Betsy. Before I diaper you, let’s get the little ones into their cribs. You can stay up a bit longer than they can. Betsy’s face lit up at the thought, clearly happy to have extra time. Together, we tucked the two girls into their cribs, pulling the blankets snug around them. Once that was done, I put Betsy into her nighttime diaper, then led her out to the balcony. The evening air was cool and gentle, and the two of them sat quietly, enjoying the calm after the busy routine. A thought suddenly struck Lena. She stood and said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes. When she returned, Betsy looked up curiously. Where did you go? I forgot to rinse out your messy diaper, Lena explained matter‑of‑factly. You don’t want to let it sit overnight, it’s much harder to clean if you do. Betsy nodded in understanding The next two days followed much the same rhythm. Each morning, we went out to enjoy the crisp weather, taking short hikes along the trails and stopping for lunch in town. The girls loved the outings, though twice I had to pause for diaper changes in the back seat of the car—messy ones, too—and Betsy was among them. Evenings settled into a familiar routine. Bath time came first, with the grandkids and Betsy all sharing the tub, splashing and laughing as the warm water eased away the day’s adventures. Afterward, I got them into their nighttime diapers, each step practiced and steady. Then came the bottles: two filled with breast milk for the grandkids, and one with chocolate milk for Betsy. It was our little ritual before bed, a quiet moment that marked the closing of another busy day. The next day was the first change that happened while you were gone, she said. I leaned forward. What was that I asked? She sighed. All three of them had messy diapers by noon. It made for a very hard day, and they could tell I was stressed that evening. Knowing she needed some quiet time, she decided the girls would go to bed early. She gathered them in the kitchen, lining up the bottles on the counter. As she poured the breast milk for the grandkids, she noticed Betsy watching closely—just as she had for the past three nights, her eyes following every movement. She reached for Betsy’s bottle and the chocolate milk, but something in Betsy’s expression made her pause. Her face was thoughtful, almost hesitant. Do you want breast milk instead? she asked softly. Betsy didn’t answer right away, but the look in her eyes said enough. I’ll make you a bottle of breast milk so you can try it, she continued gently. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to finish it. She warmed the bottle carefully, the faint scent of milk filling the kitchen, then handed it to Betsy. Betsy walked out to the balcony, cradling the bottle in her hands. For a few minutes she just sat quietly, listening to the night sounds—the chirping of crickets, the rustle of leaves—before finally placing the nipple to her lips. Once she started, she didn’t stop until the bottle was empty. You must have liked it; I said with a smile when Betsy returned. Betsy simply replied, “Yes. From that night on, Betsy had breast milk in her bottle every evening, joining the grandkids in their bedtime ritual. And what was the second change that you talked about? -
By Meeseeks88 · Posted
I'll possibly write an epilogue but for now I feel like this is a good place to end. I'm glad you enjoyed it 😊 -
By widdlemikey · Posted
Yes, these two women are just that, adult women. They have a life, a history, goals and desires outside of the bedroom. They DO have a particular sexual kink, but that's not their entire lives. Thanks for your kind words. -
By Crinklz Kat · Posted
I've been using Paypal since nearly the very beginning. I have never had a problem with it. I doubt it's the source of a debit card having been compromised as a thief would simply drain the bank account that Paypal is attached to - not take the debit card. I still believe it was a skimmer. -
By little_madd · Posted
Ana winked at Maddison, who knew "Cupid mode" was in full swing. Maddison said to Alice, "I didn't know your mom was so cool and awesome." Alice hadn't known that either, but she replied, "Yours is like a field of fragrant roses." They both laughed. Maddison asked Alice what she wanted to do, and Alice said, "I want to put on a puppet show just like the one I saw." Maddison went to get the lion teddy bear Alice had asked for, and upon seeing the book *The Selection* on the bed, she almost squealed with joy; it was a book she had always wanted to read but hadn't had time for—she had been focused solely on science articles and didn't have time for silly romance novels because of college. She was sure she would read it with Camilla later, but for now, it was time for her little sister's puppet show. Camilla poured iced tea into two glasses and took them outside. Ana went to the car to get the final surprise; she had seen a live *Bluey* show playing in town and wanted to take Alice—it would be great fun for both of them. When she saw Ana arriving with a Santa Cruz skateboard wrapped in *Care Bears* paper, Camilla couldn't believe her eyes and asked, "Is that for Maddison?" Ana, looking a bit sheepish, said, "Yes, it is. I think someone sparked a desire in me to relive my teenage years—and I wanted to know if I could take Maddison to a Linkin Park concert?" Ana was thinking back to her own youth, though she wasn't sure if Camilla would accept the skateboard and the concert idea.
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