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[Radioman]

Please continue this story. I love it.

[diaperpt]

BUMP!!! Come on back and write some more!! SOON. PLEASE.

[babyjennie]

Dear Boston baby, I'm a relative late-comer to your lovely long tale. First let me say... Congratulations! Yours is one of the best-written stories I've read in a long, long time. The 'mind-melding witches depending on love-sperm' concept is an odd angle, but certainly original. I love mind-control babyfication stories, too, and your sexy tale hits lots of my buttons. You have a fantastic feel for writing, an excellent vocabulary, and you know how to spell and use punctuation, too! (Yayy!) Even a grammar Nazi like me has to stand back in awe and applaud your efforts. Well done again, and please keep writing and posting. The AB/DL scene desperately wants and needs more talented authors of your calibre.

Yours in admiration,
Baby Jennie in Australia

[Bigboy85]

Whatever happened to you bostonbaby? this story was the fo shizzel!

[Sarah Penguin]

I have loved every bit of this story. I hope you will find time to post more, bostonbaby. *waves*

[diaperpt]

Hi again Sarah,
Not to harass you, but if you look at BostonBaby's profile, you'll notice he was " Last Active Mar 28 2012 05:14 AM." You'll also notice I had bumped this story up thinking that maybe he'd return and finish the story. My comment was from April...at this point your comment may not fall on 'deaf ears' but at least one's that are very unlikely to respond!
No one should be expected to know that kind of info, but it does point out that some of our attempts aren't really worth the effort.

I've got to say too that your tastes in writing and stories are very similar to mine! That to me is a good thing... Your interest and inthusiasm for stories may well help encourage others to write, so your comments are not necessarily a negative at all.

Keep doing what you feel is a good thing to do. I'm not trying to 'beat you into submission' at all, though it may well seem that way. If so, I apologize.. I promise this is my last comment about such things because it just isn't important. This site is here for all of us to enjoy in our own way.

Oh...and BostonBaby...if you're out there, I hope you are well and that your life is good and that you'll return and finish the story!

[Sarah Penguin]

Hi again Sarah,
Not to harass you, but if you look at BostonBaby's profile, you'll notice he was " Last Active Mar 28 2012 05:14 AM." You'll also notice I had bumped this story up thinking that maybe he'd return and finish the story. My comment was from April...at this point your comment may not fall on 'deaf ears' but at least one's that are very unlikely to respond!
No one should be expected to know that kind of info, but it does point out that some of our attempts aren't really worth the effort.

I've got to say too that your tastes in writing and stories are very similar to mine! That to me is a good thing... Your interest and inthusiasm for stories may well help encourage others to write, so your comments are not necessarily a negative at all.

Keep doing what you feel is a good thing to do. I'm not trying to 'beat you into submission' at all, though it may well seem that way. If so, I apologize.. I promise this is my last comment about such things because it just isn't important. This site is here for all of us to enjoy in our own way.

Oh...and BostonBaby...if you're out there, I hope you are well and that your life is good and that you'll return and finish the story!

*crawls around behind da diaperpt and tickles him by surprise*

[Bigboy85]

The great unfinished

[Boston Baby]

SORRY FOR 9-month delay.....between church and town committees, kids to college and LIFE - it's been a while....  I will post a few more between today and Feb 1st to bring to a good ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, climax.  BB

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday of Thanksgiving Weekend

 

Ro gazed down, smiled, patted my wet “diaper” and began to move toward the door.. “Little One….I am going to change, give me a few minutes and then come to my bed; I am fairly certain your body will enjoy itself even more fully – being engulfed by my scents.”

I nodded with lustful eyes, Ro smiled, turned, kissed Mattie softly, checked his diaper, and then gently closed the door and her footsteps faded down the stairs.

The clock radio said 1:12am.

My heart – fortified by Red Bull, but slowed by two orgasms – was in a mid-beat, but loud in my ears.

… What happens in Fort Worth stays in Fort Worth…

The soothing notion bounced in my mind as I took my thumb out of my mouth; the big head was swimming, but the little head was excited and twitching….I want more sexual relief…

 

Ro made it to her bedroom, stripped, threw her clothes into the laundry and the Mohair sweater into the dry-clean bin, and went to brush her teeth. On went the bathroom light, and her emerald eyes took in the mirror…. She smiled.

Okay Mister Anderson – how is this going to play out?

Once finished and flossed, she made her way back to the bed, turned on an electric candle, grasped the iPhone, propped herself up, and waited.

 

I pivoted off the bed, waddled toward the door, looked down at Mattie, and stopped. Then feeling semi-guilty for well – almost everything that occurred the past forty-five minutes - went back to Jenn & RJ’s bed, got a pillow, the spare blanket and crawled under Mattie’s crib, and laid there.

 

By 1:45 Ro was pretty sure she’d been “stood up,” so she turned off the candle, clipped her phone in the charger, nodded approvingly, and went to sleep.

 

At 6:19 Mattie was into mid-change when Jenn came right in the door, and took in the comic sight of a man-sized diaper-towel baby, diapering her toddler with the appropriate disposable product…

“You look awful.”

“Thanks, urine colored cotton isn’t my best outfit….  *pause*  But for someone really down in the dumps last night - you look pretty good!”

“Good enough to eat?”

“I heard that.”

Jess popped her head around the door, giggled, smacked her sister on the arm, and slid around her and into the room; both ladies were back into shorty-football T-shirts, and the ‘headlights’ were nicely visible. Jenn took over changing her son, while Jess unpinned me …did he do that or did Mom do that…and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. I was feeling pretty tired, but a little bit special – until Jenn extended Mattie’s wet Huggies to Jess…

 

“You guys wanna play with this now? Or should I save it for a wedding present?”

 

Laughter faded behind me as I covered my lower regions with my peed-in towel, and dragged my body to our room, leaving the pillow and blanket under the crib, and my self-worth on the floor.

 

The shower only cleaned off the smell of urine, but not the shame of Jenn’s joke or the realization that I’d even considered sleeping with Robyn. By the time I made the kitchen Mattie was in his highchair and the ladies were sharing breakfast tasks and sipping coffee.

Rain / sleet were bouncing off the kitchen windows.

“Good morning Steven, sleep well?”

Advert the eyes….. “No, not at all, thanks.”

“Jess says there’s a pillow and blanket under Mattie’s crib….did you really sleep on the floor?”

“Yes, may I have a mug?”

“Why did you sleep under his crib, and not in a bed?”

*Silence*

“Robyn, where’s the Bailey’s?”

Robyn? Jess didn’t like the tenor of the room, and caught Jenn’s equally distraught look out of her peripheral….but handed me one, and pointed. I moved out of the kitchen and headed for the corner bar. Once a good sized “glug” went into the cup, and I returned for the coffee.

“What time will RJ and David return?”

She poured coffee in…. “Why?”

“Because Robyn, in the span of X-number-of-hours I have to get as many saturated adult diapers out of David’s garage and into an area dumpster, concoct a plan to teach RJ how to lick your oldest daughter, all while hiding my fetish from David, and building up strength to re-insert semen into your youngest.”

 

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow… Jenn stopped feeding Mattie and made a beeline for his back-up sippy-cup and filled it -- while the air between Jess and Mom got tighter.

 

“Robyn? Steve hasn’t called you Robyn since our first meeting after the Yacht Club, what the hell happened last night? Did you put him diapers, or did he? The air is practically toxic in here…”

“Yes, and nothing happened.”

Jess took her fingers out of her fiancées mouth, and cupped his hands around the sippy-cup…and let her man-child suckle, as she slowly slid him to the floor.  The iPhone remained on the counter.

“Well something must have sure-as-shit happened if Steve’s already onto alcohol, and not making eye contact.”

“Jess, the baby.”

“Mom, what the freak happened last night after you two left the bedroom?”

“Steve asked me to diaper him and hold him, and………..can we get out of the kitchen? I am growing nauseous listening to that song over and over and over again.”

Ro led to David’s study, and continued….. “I held Steven for a while.”

Jessica let the air out slowly…. “What’s a while?”

“Twelve to fifteen minutes tops.”

“So he had one Ro climax right? No touching of the penis, no French kissing, no rubbing, no honey, just Ro being Ro, correct?”

“Two orgasms.”

‘TWO?!”  The emerald eyes flashed and glinted…

Robyn held the look, and softly answered – “he asked to climax again, so I…”

“So you what?”

“I let him suck on my fingers.”

In the distance, Mary had a Little Lamb continued…and repeated…

“Anything else?”

“I asked if he wanted to spend the night downstairs with me.”

“You fuckin’ what???” She moved to strike her mom, but Ro easily leaned back and once the slap was on the follow-thru wrapped both arms around her daughter’s back and talked quickly but softly….

“It was a test – I think Steven is wonderful, and now I know he’s not only wonderful but loyal; last night he was tired, diaper-wet, and had two orgasms with the promise of lots more to come.”

The pun hung in the air; Jess tried to shift, but Ro continued – “Jess, if he waddled into my bedroom, I would have played that insipid lullaby – My hand to God, the phone was in my lap.”

“Mom, he’s not Jim………….but why didn’t you test Jim, HE was the asshole.”

“Even I continue to learn and evolve…sorry sweetie – but I wanted to make darn sure Steven wasn’t going to wander away from you while feeling extra frisky during baby-time.”

 

“Hey guys? Stevie’s bottle is almost empty, and I am sick of listening to Mary Had a Little Lamb – can you move this along?”

 

Jessica led the three of them back into the kitchen and killed her phone, threw the sippy-cup to Jenn who plunked it into the dishwasher; helped Steven get to his feet, sliding her palm over a very nice erection, and then dabbed his cheek with a towel. “Honey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah – just freakin’ tired I guess….”

Ro handed Steve his laced coffee, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Should we get you a doctor?”

I took the coffee, and attempted to cover up the chubby….   A doctor? No – but I’d love to bang Jess while taped inside a big heavy wet diaper, thrusting fully, as it swings between my legs… You leaning over the…. OH SHIT… Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty……

 

 Jennifer smiled, shook her head…. “Too late, too late…” She continued to clean up Mattie, and place the bowl in the sink.

Both Ro and Jess looked between the two adults and both head-tilted… “Sex?”

Nod.

“With me??!!”

“Damn straight….do you wish to learn how your fiancé hopes to consummate this morning…?”

Jennifer Fuckin’ Hopkins for the love of God…

Jenn laughed, and spun to release Mattie hoisted the tyke and headed off to David’s study, and the giant TV I suspected. I glanced at the clock, and was taken-back about how the morning was slipping away… where did the time GO, and why was my coffee fairly cool…??

 

Eggs, toast, and coffee were shared, and I exchanged ideas with Jess as Ro took food into Jennifer, and, as it turned out stayed in there as well.

“We can use either Mom or Daddy’s computer…”

“No way…… I’m going to need a flash-stick, two American Express Gift Cards, and a non-family computer.”

“The flash-stick and the gift cards we can purchase, and I guess the computers are going to be at the Library. Mom also said after ten we should take some of the older trash bags to their church downtown, the service will be underway, and the dumpster is easily accessible.”

“By older you mean smellier...”

“Yup…”

“When is the ‘Death Squad’ expected home?”

“Why don’t we ask Jenn…?” 

I followed Jess into the study, and soaked in the scene, as my bride-to-be continued past the recliners and opened a window a good five inches….. Cold air flowed in….as did a few droplets.

 

Ro caught the action, stopped talking, nodded and smiled, Jenn went to pull Matthew away from Dr. Seuss, and closer to her - to ward off the invasion of late November air, but Matthew was now trying to get to Grandma….finally she gave up and handed him over, and Matthew instantly settled down with his face in the crook of her neck.

 

However the conversation we interrupted was not open to the couple from Providence…

 

“Mrs. Richard Joseph Hopkins….you are going to take care of your man when he gets home, just like I will take care of mine. This is non negotiable in a stable relationship, and is certainly not going to be that difficult - because as we both know, men are wonderfully simple - they need to be fed, fucked and allowed to go back to work.”

 

Jaws hit the floor – Ro used the F-word (albeit whispered), in front of Mattie…

 

“I already know how David’s going to get off… He’s going to mount me as I lean over the bed or the vanity, and it’ll be over before his skin is even dry from the shower. He’s been gone for two-plus days, and I will take care of my husband; balance will come uhhhh, arrive later in the week. Excuse the pun….And my language.”

 

“But Mom, there is no quid pro quo for me…… Just as you know Daddy’s plan, I am fairly certain RJ will shower, kiss me, and then rub up against my leg and smell my hair, and rub, and smell and rub and smell until I whisper, ‘Honey-Poo-Poo-Sweetie why don’t you lay down on our comfy-womfy bed’ and then I’ll get to award him with a hand job with my hair wrapped around his cock until he explodes all over it. And while you may get some “balance” later in the week, I will be left to masturbate in the shower – *sigh* - thinking of these two….but only after removing “my man’s” jism out of the hair I just washed an hour earlier.”

 

I cleared my throat.

Green and dark emerald eyes turned my way, and I stammered…..

 

“First – not ALL men are wonderfully simple….some of us also need a diaper change,  *giggles & nods*  and secondly, hopefully I can create some paperwork to help you with your oral needs, but time is of the essence….Jenn, how do we know when hubby and David are coming home? Do they call, text or do you simply stand on the top floor, rotate slowly and mentally yell out “MARCO” every few minutes?

 

Laughter – *full and rich* finally broke some of the tension, and Jenn tossed a pillow in my direction.

“I’m pretty good at picking up RJ, so let me scoot away from Matthew – and concentrate for a bit.”

 

We all nodded, and Matthew yawned.

 

The trunk of the Lexus was packed with five heavy garbage bags, and Mattie’s car seat in the back (in order to give his Mom and Dad a little private time). Close to ten thirty, Jenn yelled out “probably about ten or so minutes,” and we got the heck outta the house.

 

We found the church, and the dumpster, (and prayed for forgiveness as we saddled them with bags of trash laden with soaked / smelly adult and baby diapers). Jess dropped me off at the Library, and went to buy a flash-stick and two gift cards. By the time she returned, and had done the baby-stroller set-up/break-down two times I was nearly finished. We saved the two-page “Oral Guide” under the heading “Helping Frank” and then hit Print (2 copies) and prayed the librarians would not read it.

 

We weren’t sure they did, or didn’t – but paid the small fee and got back to the Lexus, and strapped Mattie in.

 

“Can I read it?”

I handed it to her.

 

“Clip your nails…. Good tip…..  Smile…  No five o’clock shadow – damn straight, *pause* you’re sharing the tease-the-rosebud ??  That’s a pretty big step from not going down on your wife, to let’s include a little anal play while licking…”

“RJ’s not putting his thumb or finger up her ummm butt, just….”

 

“Well – duh --! I’ve enjoyed that gentle caress a few times from you too….but still…”

“It’s too late to take it out, unless you want me to go back inside” (I pointed at the brick building behind me).

“No, if it’s done gently it feels awesome, and Jenn, well…..  The four stages of getting a lady to climax orally?”

“For ladies it IS a four stage process – for guys it’s here’s-my-dick-please-suck-it-‘til-I-cum-in-your-throat. If RJ’s going to go down on Jenn, and he’s a novice, he’s going to have to learn that the road back may take a bit…”

 

Jess read the paragraphs, and nodded.  “What’s your plan? Who’s Frank?”

I put the car into gear, and slid onto Roosevelt, and headed back toward the Redenbacher McMansion. “Frank was the guy you phoned in January to schedule an appointment with your future fiancé.”

(Jess nodded, beamed and squeezed my hand)

“You see Frank has been cut off from B-J’s unless he successfully licks his girlfriend, and, well, Frank has quietly asked me for some advice, so I’m helping out my financial future, by helping out my boss.”

 

“And you think Daddy and RJ are going to buy that?”

“You got anything better?”

Jessica snorted and shook her head as Mattie farted, and gazed at the passing scenery.

 

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It was going on 2:30p, and realizing that half-time was approaching, I made my way into David’s study.

“Guys, I need your help.”

They looked at me, but the volume on the giant TV of the NFL battle was not muted… “Guys, I’ll pay you to read this.”

The volume dropped, as the interest picked up. I handed David and RJ each a $75 gift card.

“Steve-O, just seventy five bucks? Better be a damn quick read….”

I handed each of the men the two page document, and explained my “Frank Situation.” 

“He can’t get his girlfriend off? Whatta loser.”

David, to his credit didn’t say a thing – but did gaze at his son-in-law, and then back to the pages. I wonder if Jenn has hinted….?

“Look, you two are the only other adult males in the house, and if you have any, ANY additional suggestions, I’d love to hear them.”

“What’s in it for you?”

“Sales managers in your pocket can ease some of the company paperwork requirements and also forward more leads your way too, so I’m hoping this paves the way for Frank’s personal future and helps my professional tenure as well.”

 

I don’t think David bought it, but he didn’t say anything. Neither did RJ.

 

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Darkness was beginning to cover the windows...with Jenn was on the treadmill, Jess was on the Stairmaster, and I was trying my best to do more than five or six chin-ups. Mattie was fairly much between us, on the floor playing with some toys, but mainly enjoying the cardboard box the toys came in. Jenn was listening to music (or to me or Mattie?) as was Jess via iPod. Suddenly I got goose bumps and my arm hair tingled.

Did I injure something? I looked at my arms, and then lowered my feet to the ground.

“You felt that too?” Jenn’s ear plugs were out.

“You too?”

“Me?? That’s the vibe I was getting in Texas….and the reason I phoned up here in what, September? That was a sexual *wow* coming from somewhere.”

“Mom.”

I looked at Jess – “giving or receiving…?”

“I’m pretty sure receiving, but the fact you felt it too means it must have been a monster of a climax for somebody upstairs…”

 

We slowly went back to our work-outs.

I felt Ro before I even saw her.  The pheromones were rampant, and I swear I could smell and taste her just from the primitive scents. When she finally came down the steps and into the gym, her hair was partially fussed, but her eyes danced….and her lipstick was a bit smeared. Her robe was loosely belted, and she slowly continued her walk towards me. Over her right shoulder I could see both ladies slow their respective machines and remove ear-plugs.

 

She stopped about twelve to eighteen inches from me, and softly looked at me; I gazed back and dropped my hands to my sides (and inched them toward the front of me) …What guy in his mid-to-late 30’s gets “a perky dick” while working out…?

Ro continued to gaze at me, and I continued to suck in her air.

“Breathe through your nose, Steven.”

“What the hell is going on over there?”

“I think Steve’s about to Bartonelli in his shorts….”

“Oh for the love of God, this is getting soooooooooo old….”

I saw Jess stop the Stairmaster, dismount, and move toward the entryway.

Ro’s left hand raised and cupped my chin, and ran a thumb across my lips….I lipped her thumb and sucked in as much of Ro into my nose as possible as the tingles in my loins began to intensify……

Jessica flipped on the overhead fans, and the air began to move and the pheromones began to weaken.

NO…

I wanted to take her thumb fully into my mouth but thought better of it…and thought some other things, until Mattie distracted me – and Jennifer.

“Mom…. Mattie’s almost right behind you!”

Mattie was doing anything/everything he could to get to Ro.

Crawl, walk/fall, slide, until he got to her robe and put his little hand on it and tried to pull himself up.

“Well hello Little One….” Ro bent down, and scooped up her grandson, and he settled down immediately.

“I thought I was your Little One…”

Ro tilted her head and smiled – “hopefully you will always be my Little One – Mattie however will continue grow up…and leave diapers behind.”

“Sis, what are they saying?”

“Now I have no freakin’ idea – Mattie’s all over my radar, and in a color and pattern I’ve never seen.”

“Nothing??”
“Jess, I cannot tell now if Steve’s on fire or in a sexual frenzy – all I’m getting is Matthew. Wanna walk over?”

“Maybe…”

 

“David’s never slid a finger near my bottom before… Any idea who gave him that notion?”

“Can’t say.”

“Mmmmmmmm – hmmmmmm…”

Speaking of your husband - since I don’t wish to be drawn and quartered – where is David presently?”

“Snoring. Happily.”

“You blew him.”

“Steven, after being treated to an orgasm like that, you’re darn right I’m going to return the favor.”

“Because he’ll do it again.”

“It’s always proper to reward truly wonderful behavior, don’t you think……?  And, that’s a nice erection.”

*BLUSH*

Jess – who had hoofed it across the gym floor -- spied the ‘woody’ “…….everything okay over here?”

“Everything is fine, and your husband-to-be is a real gem; as is this grandson of mine.”

She closed her eyes, and gently nuzzled the top of his head. Then turned those emerald orbs back to the three of us.  

“Dinner will be in about an hour or so, so if you and Steven wish to put that (chin nod to my groin region) to good use, you’ve got time.” *BLUSH #2*  And with that she handed Matthew to Jenn, tightened up her robe a bit and made for the stairs.

 

Mattie hollered.

Mattie wailed.

Mattie cried.

If Mattie could have flown out of his Mom’s arms he would of.

 

We all stared, and Ro tilted her head, smiled and continued to the stairs – a little quicker than before.

“Be right back.”

 

Jennifer was trying her best to quiet Matthew and Jess was cooing and helping as best she could as well. Moments later Ro descended with the Mohair sweater. Then she parted her robe, ran the garment up and down the front of her (glorious) body, and lifted Matthew away from her awe-struck daughters (and son-in-law-to-be).

She laid Matthew – now gurgling happily – on the floor and on her knees partially wrapped the sweater around him. Then got back to her feet, smiled all around, and adjusted her robe.

“I think he’ll be okay now.”

Full watt smile, and then she ascended the stairs and was gone.

 

Okay?? The infant was more than just okay – he was ecstatic! We all simply stared as his little legs kicked in air, viewed the smiles, heard his peals of laughter, and all while tugging at and sniffing the sweater.

 

“Ro affects us men, correct?

“My son has balls and a dick doesn’t he?”

“Wow.”

 

Jessica looked from Matthew to me, and slowly shook that beautiful head… “Are you thinking of wrestling him for Mom’s sweater?”

 

“Yup.”

[Radioman]

Thanks for continuing this story. Its awesome!

[Sarah Penguin]

Yay! Thanks for the update

[Bigboy85]

Thanks BB! I can't get enough of these Redenbacher girls, Especially Ro.

[diaperpt]

Boston Baby!! You're back! I couldn't believe it when I saw the update. No disappointment here!

[mahleedl]

Boston Baby,

 

This story had become a personal favorite by the time I got through the first couple of chapters, let alone all the way up to where you took a break.  I'm ecstatic to see you pick it back up!

 

Keep up the great work!

 

 

MDL

[Honu]

Thanks to the bump and a few hours of reading, I've caught up on what is one of the very best written stories on this site. This is a great story line and wonderful writing Boston Baby! I understand real life (RL) being a priority and agree with that decision. I too had a lot of church obligations prior to and during the week of Christmas. I'm the electic guitarist at my church and was "drafted" into a part in the Christmas production.

 

I'm so glad that you have added to this wonderful story and have a little time to spend in the community again.

 

Mahalo!

[dldad]

Thanks for the continuation.  What a family, WOW!

[Boston Baby]

  

 

 

 

Sunday Night of Thanksgiving weekend

 

 

           We made our way to the bedroom, following Robyn’s advice to put THAT to good use…

“Do you wish me to diaper you up?”

“No, no need, I believe I’m ready to go….” And I began to peel off her gym top, and she playfully slapped my hands away, and laughed.

“Hold on their stud-muffin… Mama’s got an idea…” And with that she strode out of the bedroom and returned seconds later with Mattie’s large bottle of Johnson and Johnson, and a Huggies.

“You always get extra thick and extra deep with baby smells….and since we’re out of old soaked dypes, and you’re saving the last new one…let’s lather you up!”

“Just me?”

“Yes, I want to show you something.”

‘I can’t put lotion on you anywhere…?”

“Sure – go wild - my ass and my legs – that’s it.”

Together we stripped and she began to smear the wonderful smelling lotion all over my chest and neck, and well, soon it was just Jess in high heels and me on my knees, and she was WET…

“You seem to like baby smells too…”

And she gently clasped the back of my head, and I knew exactly what to do….and more than five and less than eight minutes later Jess was gyrating and climaxing and softly sitting back on the bed, and I mounted her in mid-throes and began to thrust……

“Stop, stop, please stop.”

STOP?? “Really, what, did I hurt you??”

 

*Small smile* “Honey – don’t be silly. No – I want to play with you.”

 

She kissed me, I sucked on her tongue, and then she strode into the bathroom, stopping to pick up the infant-sized Huggies on the way. Tap water ran for a bit, and then she exited. The diaper appeared damp/a bit sodden.

“Throw me a pillow.”

I reached back and did as she requested. The only thing Jess had on were earrings, an engagement ring, and a bracelet around her right ankle. Oh, and those great F-me heels…

“Stand up.”

I did, and she dropped to her knees on the pillow. Her right hand grasped my happy member, and her left palmed the Huggies, and began to cup and massage my testicles. It was warm, and the absorbent padding felt damn fine down there…

I closed my eyes, and opened my legs a little wider, and the dype found its way to deeper areas between my butt cheeks and her sucking got a little slower and a little ‘slurpier’…

Oh my goodness does this feel ‘supah!’

“I want you to cum on my chest….”  And she kept pumping and rubbing, and pumping, cupping and squeezing, and a bit of warm water dribbled down my legs, and more saliva and more rubbing….and then “Honey” flowed in over my feet and up toward my calves, and then over my knees and I was soon in ‘mid-hump’ – pleasingly teased between trying to lower my ass into the mental goop or thrust into Jess’ hand/mouth.  I settled on thrusting and her wishes came true…. It felt like my entire core simply spewed every drop out of me…

And then those wonderful lips from that talented mouth closed around my rapidly shrinking shaft and gave it one more lick or two for good luck.  J

“Yum!”

I leaned back against the bedpost – to let the world stop spinning.

“Look at me.”

“Look at me!”

The command and it’s tone made my eyes flutter open…Jess had put down the wet diaper, and was rubbing my semen into her breasts, stomach – arms – anywhere it had landed. Her skin, where the DNA was, had a pinkish hue to it.

“Give me your hand.”

I did, and she placed it on her chest – and where ever there was a pinkish streak or blotch it was warmer than the surrounding flesh. Her dark emerald eyes looked up and me, and held my (bleary eyed) gaze.

“Your skin is almost dry – already - in mere seconds,” I croaked.

“Yes ……. It is.”

 

As we lay on the comforter, she patted my hair, stroked my arms and stomach….and I gently kissed her here and there…

“I love you Steve Anderson.”

“And I you, Jessica Redenbacher.”

We laid there some more….

“Are you okay?”

*Yawn* “I’m good, but cannot wait to get home….these past few days have been a rollercoaster, an eye-opener, and all I’d like to do now is have some baby time.”

 

She rolled, looked down on me and kissed me quietly on the lips, and whispered “this time tomorrow we will be home, and I’ll make darn sure we get a quick start on filling up that diaper pail.”

 

A knock came on the door.

“Jess, are you decent?”

“Of course I’m decent – but we’re also naked – what’s up?”

“Mom’s getting dinner stuff together, and we should help her, and I’m putting Mattie down.”

“Be there in a sec.”

“Did he put ‘it’ to good use?”

*laughter* “You know the answer to that…”

*giggle* “Don’t forget to return my Baby Lotion and quit stealing Mattie’s diapers……” and Jenn’s footsteps faded.

 

We dressed into jeans and dress shirts.

“No bra?”

“Do I need one?” And she put her hands on her hips and modeled side to side. They were firm, taut, and had not an ounce of sag.

She looks younger than yesterday…after we ran…My sperm really does that?? “No, you certainly don’t…”

She tied up the Huggies, and on the way by Mattie’s room, threw it in his trashcan.

“Hey I don’t throw Mattie’s used diapers in your room….”

…Jennifer can you keep your voice DOWN…??

“SORREEEEEEEE….!”

 

Downstairs David had on dress slacks, and a white Brooks Brother’s shirt, cuffs rolled up and a glass of whiskey in a heavy tumbler. He commanded all around him, and was holding court in the living room.

Ro motored by us in a cranberry Polo shirt with collar up – and no bra and cute little cream colored shorts. RJ sprawled on a recliner and had on jeans and a long-sleeve jersey, which showed off his sculpted torso.

Sounds of activity were clearly heard from the kitchen.

Jess and I made our way over to her Mom.

“Thanks for honey feelings Mrs. Redenbacher – always a treat.”

Emerald eyes broke from her youngest, flashed, and landed lightly on me… “Steven, I was never invited into your room today.”

My mouth opened and nothing came out. I slowly spun and walked back toward the bar in the living room.

Behind me the two ageless vixens hugged and whispered.

 

“Hey, little girl…. A little decorum would be appreciated.”

“David” Ro said over her daughter’s shoulder, “are you embarrassed by Jess?”

“Not at all, but she can button up, no need to see the tah-tahs.”

 

Jess – ensconced in my shirt, had more fabric than she needed, but every once in a while when she moved, one nipple or the other – or  J  both – would be seen.  Not that RJ or I were looking…

 

“Sure, go right ahead – third drawer down.”

Jessica reversed direction and went out of kitchen/dining/living area and toward David and Ro’s bedroom.

I made myself a drink, and got RJ another Amstel.

Jennifer came down the stairs – also in a man’s dress shirt, with some cleavage showing, and in jeans, and bare feet; she snuggled up to RJ – that’s a good sign – her hair was swept to one side, and the cowboy hat was plunked on top.

 

Jessica came back wearing olive colored Daisy Dukes…and the shirt was still open…

“I didn’t know you brought short-shorts.”

“I didn’t they’re Mom’s…”

“Well two can play that game…!!  Mom…….??”

“Sure, go ahead…”

 

Jessica went upstairs with her jeans, and moments later…

“Damn, damn, damn…”

We all looked toward the Master Bedroom, and Jenn, with just her shirt and a thong on, - also carrying her Levi’s - strode out, and glared at all of us…. “A couple more centimeters here and there… Damn this baby weight is tough to shake….”

 

During the course of the next three minutes – Jess returned in shirt and Ro’s shorts, and Jenn returned in shirt and running shorts.

I didn’t know about the other two men in the room, but I thought their partially or fully exposed breasts looked damn nice…..

 

Dinner was Thanksgiving leftovers, buffet style, plus alcoholic beverages, plenty of Polar Sparkling water and for muted conversation; the four of us didn’t want to hear hunting stories for too long a time, and there was no way on God’s green earth that we were going to discuss oral sex on David’s kitchen counter, penis penetration while in not one, but two diapers at the kitchen counter, oral sex at the Club, cold diapers on a warm scrotum, Jenn’s constant masturbation, diapers, RJ’s lack of performance, my childless upcoming marriage wishes, or sucking on Ro’s fingers. Which left bridal shopping stories, tales of house cleaning, John Bartonelli, jobs, jogging, TV shows, books, prancing, Jim making a pass at Jenn or how adorable the sleeping Matthew was.

 

Our jobs, sports, and Matthew were the topics de jour, but David seemed restless.

 

“Daddy’s thinks we’re acting differently than earlier in the week.”

Well….duh…you two are partially naked…

David glanced, hard at his oldest – but said nothing. For a man who less than ninety minutes ago had an awesome Ro blow job, he didn’t seem calm or sleepy, or for that matter pleasant…

“Steve-O, en, Steven – what happened here while I was gone?”

RJ stopped eating.

I held my Stoli and Red Bull in front of my lips, and thought a second while I took another sip.

“What do you mean?”

“Just what I said – since we left very early Friday morning – what have you been doing to keep busy?”

“David, I think…..”

“Daddy, what are you…”

David growled – and both women shut up, but Ro held a look at her husband which made David calm slightly.

“I dunno sir, the biggest consumer of time, besides sleeping of course, was banging Jennifer over and over.”

Jenn gagged and wine came out of her nose, the other two ladies just stared, and chewed very slowly...

“Oh shit – that burns!”

“Jennifer…really…your language???”

“Sorry – but right now I could use a Kleenex…”

David was not amused….RJ wasn’t sure I was kidding (or not), and looked at both of us -- but I kept chatting away...…

“Yeah, I asked my fiancé here if I could try out her big sister, and…”

“I said sure.”

“And I took photos.” Ro had joined in the fun…and Jenn returned to the table with a paper towel and dabbed at her nose.

 

“Do not continue to annoy me Steven.”

*Sigh*        Gulp of beverage.

 

“Sir, you’ve been gone for about 50 or so hours, and in that time I’ve slept, jogged, watched Mattie, fed Mattie, changed Mattie, read to Mattie, played with Mattie, read, jotted down ideas for an ad or two, worked out downstairs, cleaned your house, gone to the libra…”

“You cleaned my house??? Who gave you permission to clean my house?”

“David, don’t be silly…”

“Daddy, I helped him…”

“Sir, you’ve got to be shitting me – I need permission to clean this house? What ever happened to thank you, or you shouldn’t have?!”

“Did you clean my bedroom?”

“Yes.”

“Did you clean my bathroom?”

“Yes.”

“Did you go into my closet?”

“No.”

“How ‘bout Ro’s closet?”

“No.”

“How ‘bout her drawers, did you open any of her drawers?”

Now normally I would have made a joke about “getting into Ro’s drawers”, but David wasn’t a good subject to joke with – not now, and probably not ever…

I shook my head.

“Sniff her panties? Dump the whole lot on the floor?”

With that he looked sideways at RJ and his son-in-law cringed, and glanced away.

“I didn’t pull a Bartonelli in your bedroom sir.”

 

David nodded at the women – “so you’ve been sharing stories.”

 

“Honey, I already questioned him over dinner last night at the Club.”

David concurred, and drank some more. “So, you’ve cleaned our bedroom – and nothing happened.”

“Yup, cleaned every damn bathroom too except one and a half of ‘em, vacuumed, and etc, Jennifer did the kitchen.”

“And where were you during all of this?”

“Mom and I went and did wedding stuff.”

 

David sat silent, and took another pull on his drink.

“Did you gals walk around like this all weekend? Whatta ya call it - ? Waltzing?”

“Prancing” came back in chorus.

“I take that as a yes…”

“Head nods from everyone but the two hunters.

“So you’ve seen a lot this weekend…Steven….. And no touching…?”

“Sir I’ve seen three sets of breasts, and two penises.”

“Two?”

“Mine and Mattie’s…”

 

Long stare, swallow of scotch…

 

“Sir, I didn’t bang your wife.”

“Of course you didn’t – she knows on what side her bread is buttered…..”

To say the room went silent is an understatement… The scraping of utensils ceased, no sips of beverages…In fact I believe all of us looked at our plates…and sounded like - even stopped breathing…

 

“Do you wish to rephrase that David….?” 

It was uttered with a soft and buttery tone, but the ice & steel in the inflections were clearly felt…

 

“Of course you didn’t because I love Ro, and Ro loves me.”

“Thank you.”

Expulsions of held breathes gushed out of the four of us…

“Daddy, Steven never touched me either……Unlike Jim…”

RJ sat upright, and looked at his bride. “You told her?”

Head shake.

“What the hell is going on, you’re telling me The Asshole touched you?”

Nod.

“Jesus H. Christ, how and freakin’ when?”

 *Sigh* “The Lord’s name…?”

“The night before Jessie’s rehearsal dinner, in the kitchen, he grabbed my rack, and tried to box me in, while we were prancing.”

 

The room went back to silence. Jessica looked a little pale, as did Jennifer, Ro seemed compact, and we men sat on the peripheral and didn’t say anything either.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“THE NIGHT BEFORE HER REHERSAL DINNER?”

“She did tell me David, and I had more than a few choice words, and an outright threat for Jim outside.”

 

Silence continued.

 

“Well, The Asshole is certainly not a problem anymore, and I guess you (chin point) should be congratulated for keeping your paws to yourself, however I still think you’re hiding something.”

 

“Daddy’s unsettled by you.”

“He can’t put me in a box….can’t label me.”

“Have you labeled me David?”  RJ was trying to fully insert himself into the mix – and his timing was not good.

“Stay out of it RJ (it came out as Arrjj), it’s not your fight.” Shit – where did that come from – stupid to be drinking vodka and Red Bull…damn it all…

David did a Cheshire Cat grin.

Jennifer reached over and took the drink out of my hand and put it on the table. On her side.

 

“Yeah David, I babysat, I was the designated driver, and I clean, and I iron, and I wear pink or purple shirts every once in a while to work. Speaking of work - I am also close to billing one point six million dollars in ad revenues, I adore Jess, and I ran well enough to keep up with both of your daughters for five or six miles, so I guess I’m in pretty good shape too. Now lay off.”

The air crackled.

“Please.”

Unfortunately I only felt safe because the ladies were here…and my body felt a little fear because I leaked a tiny bit of urine into my underwear…My damn bladder, it’s used to just letting go at dinner time, I was missing the diapers too… I double-clamped down…and prayed Jenn was concentrating on RJ or Daddy…and not me.

 

“Daddy’s upset – you don’t need his money, and you don’t suck up…”

“Little girl – you misread that one, and if you could – zip it. And you - you’re hiding something, and it better not turn out to hurt Jessie.”

 

His big meaty finger jabbed in the air, and stayed there for a second or two longer than necessary. The room remained silent.

Ro got up, clucked, and made her way with her plate into the kitchen.

After a few more seconds I did the same thing.

 

Minutes later both daughters joined us.

“Go easy on the vodka – I’m pretty sure Daddy’s not through with you.”

I poured the drink down the drain, and looked at the ladies as they moved from dishwasher, to counter, to fridge, to the living room, to the sink…

“Man is he a handful.”

“I’m sorry for my husband – but he does mean well.”

I looked at the fussing / cleaning and grinned. “Didn’t we start this loony-tune-of-a-long-weekend this way?”

*Smiles and nods*

We continued to scrape plates and cleaning utensils, each in our own happy thoughts, which turned vocal….

“I can’t wait for next Thanksgiving!”

“I’ll be Mrs. Anderson!”

“I’ll hopefully have a grand daughter on the way!!”

“It won’t happen.”

“You’re such a kill-joy Steven Alan Anderson.”

Alan?? When did he tell Mom his middle name?

“Ro, I didn’t mean the kid part – I guess that’s up for discussion, what I mean is that ‘this’ will not happen again – probably for at least a decade or more.”

 

Silence ensued for a good three or four seconds, and the only sound was water running slowly from the kitchen tap, and the distant gusts of wind outside along the barren patio.

 

Jessica spoke first. “Why not? Daddy and RJ have been hunting together for a few Thanksgivings, why would that all of sudden end?”

“Hunting is only part of the issue.  How old will Matthew be next November?”

Ro – being not only sexy, but SMART – got it right away.

“Matthew will be aware of his surroundings.”

“Bingo. No prancing, no on-the-counter shenanigans, and certainly no Uncle Steve in a big diaper; at least until RJ teaches Matthew to hunt, and he joins the fray.”

 

A silent gloom fell again, and I turned off the water.

“We could go to Providence?”

I nodded at Jenn – “we could, but Mattie would have to be left home. *pause* Hell, you could bring Mattie, and I’d take him to Chucky Cheese and the movies - and you gals could prance all afternoon. But I cannot risk him spotting me in an adult diaper and then telling Daddy, who then would rush to inform David. I couldn’t live with the constant barrage of jokes hurled every holiday or family gathering…and *quietly* diapers have been such a part of my life, I don’t think I could give them up after so long.”

I turned to look out the window – and missed Robyn looking at the Master’s graduate, and smile.

I turned back around – and Jenn was close to tears.

“Well if this is the last time – this HAS been memorable.”

Jenn – you were looking happier a few minutes ago……did you get lucky?

Jennifer shook her head, but did smile weakly.

“He tried – he really tried. And I was grateful that he made the attempt, I feel a little more like a partner and less like a piece of ass.”

“Tomorrow morning…?? Ro pseudo whispered…

“Damn straight tomorrow morning.”

“Then I’ll come retrieve my grandson around 6:30; which will give you two about three hours to practice -- the car leaves for the airport at ten.”

 

We went back to washing dishes, and Jennifer walked right up behind me and both her breasts hit my back.

“I hope your boss gets blown soon.”

“It seems RJ likes to share stories.”

 “Hey sis – give my guy some room will ya? You don’t see me grinding RJ (it came out like Arrjj) do you?”

And with that she pushed her breasts fully into my back and my groin hit the cupboards – because her lower regions ground into my backside.

“Is this bothering you Stevie?”

“Ummmmm – no, not really. I’m fine – just fine. thanks for caring Jess, I’m okay over here.” And I pushed back against her.

 

Jenn’s arms engulfed me, and Jess punched her sister playfully and wrapped two arms around her and grasped my shoulders and Ro came alongside parallel and tried to hug all three of us at once.

 

“Steven likes this.”

“There’s a shock”

“So are we diapering tonight?”

“Robyn Orr Redenbacher – not on your freakin’ life. And unlike you three – I cannot wait to leave Fort Worth.”

The group hug broke and hazel and emerald eyes were all on me.

“Really?”

“Steve misses his onesie.”

I whirled on my bride-to-be…… “You told her I had a onesie?”

“That I would love to see you in,” Ro purred.

“Hey, you two didn’t go right to sleep last night – and we didn’t either.”

I looked at Ro, and she nodded.

“I should have told you.”

Jess tightened her lips, and smiled thinly – “Yeah, you should of, but you get a mulligan on that one. Just don’t let it happen again, remember – our two golden rules?”

I quickly nodded. “I’m sorry.”

Silence crept back into our space, so I moved to turn the water back on, and continue our chores.

“He misses using his bottle more, and his diaper supplies are down to one.”

This is such a flash-back to late Thursday afternoon, complete with blushing, a bit of embarrassment…

“He’s also got a butt-plug.”

Whirl around again…..

“I do NOT have a butt-plug! And for goodness sakes Jess, do you console your sister by listing every personal thing we share?”

“It did make her giggle and feel a little better – so yes.”

“She said it slides in your poop-chute and vibrates, so that sounds like a butt-plug to me.”

Ro’s nipples had hardened, and she gazed at the three of us. The emerald orbs seeing all, and missing nothing. “I hear some models are specially shaped to stimulate a guy’s prostate.”

“What stimulates a guy’s prostate?”

For the love of Christ – RJ had to pick this time to waltz into the kitchen to help clean up…??!

All the ladies looked at him, and looked back at me.

Well, we’re family…

“We have, no, correct that – I - have a toy that Jess inserts in my ass, which makes my climaxes more intense.”

“You’ve got a butt-plug?”

“It’s not a – oh fuck it, yeah, yeah, RJ – I’ve got a butt-plug.”

“Man, you’re one strange hombre – that area of my body is surely exit only.”

He deposited his plate onto the counter, shook his head, and went back to the living room.

*sigh*

“Secrets in this family are sooooo difficult to keep.”

Jessica kissed me hard and fast, and began to tie-up the trash bag.

Jenn patted my hand. “I’m sorry.”

 

And in strode David.

 

“What took you so long to get here David? RJ stumble or stutter on his words?”

Jessica straightened up, and slid around Jenn and tight up against me.

“Daddy…we’re adults…”

“How many times have you used that?”

Jess answered – “more than two, and less than ten.”

“Is that the only way you can get off?”

“David!”

He waved off his wife. “I’m asking as a father of the bride to be – do you need that vibrating in your ass to please my daughter?”

“Daddy!!!”
“No David, your future son in law climaxes very nicely into your daughter – without batteries (a wet diaper is a good help) just look how she glows.”

Jenn smiled and turned away.

RJ had sauntered in, pleased at the ruckus he’d caused. “Playing with the Hershey Highway, kinda kinky ain’t it David?”

 

Then the head of the household did something that proves again why I don’t bet on sports or play poker…‘cause I never saw this coming - he looked at Richard Joseph Hopkins and then softly stated: “RJ (“Arrjj”) – on consenting adults, a little gentle butt play every once in a while is okay, ya know?.........Gentle – got that Mr. Anderson?”

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Honey, let’s go check on Mattie I think I hear him crying” – and with that Jennifer steered her slightly confused blonde-hair, blue-eyed beefcake of a husband toward the stairs.

 

David shook his head, and headed out of the kitchen and into his study, and closed the door.

 

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We were all in the hot tub, everyone had on bathing suits, and cover-ups of some kind, David had on a more casual long button-down shirt and I wore a short-sleeve Sports Illustrated Patriot’s shirt. RJ had a long jersey on. Lights were muted, but all easily seen.

Drinks were in plastic cups, were very modest due to the parents – and tomorrow were “flights/work day”……and I secretly hoped that someone had put a severe dollop of shock-treatment into the system since Tuesday evening’s ‘hot-tub-SEXcapades…’

 

I was between Jess and Jenn, with RJ between Jenn and Ro, and so forth. David had a cigar going, and used it to make additional points while talking about responsibility, marriage vows, cost of weddings, and so forth.

 

We’d been in the tub only about twelve minutes or so, and I began to realize that one part of my nether regions was ummmmm, slowly filling with blood. I began to slowly cease breathing through my nose, and switch to mouth intakes, and thought of math problems and various account balances left open by wayward clients…

RJ piped up…

“Hey Providence…!? You’ve got to learn to wear a long-shirt when you’re around Ro. It took me a few times to remember….”

Taking a quick eye-spin around the hot-tub RJ’s penis was perky but better concealed than mine… David was plump – but not firm.

Oh this has been a Jim Dandy of a Sunday evening…can I get any more embarrassed…?

Jennifer patted my knee – and Jess let out a small snort, and leaned her head on my left shoulder…

“Sorry Steven, my fault.”

“Ro – it probably is, but I don’t think you should apologize.”

David ground out his cigar into the waiting ashtray, and stood up in the hot-tub, with his circumcised member starting to unfurl against his stomach and grabbed his wife’s hand. “Honey, let’s get out of here before you cause a whole bunch of ‘Rogasms’.”

 

The two women grinned and nodded, and we four silently watched them fade into the darkness and then into the house.

I certainly knew what David meant – but…

Looking at RJ… “Rogasms?”

“If you sit near her for a while, especially in a closed area – you will climax automatically.”

“But, but - we’re as outside as you can get?!”

“Yeah – but we’re also underwater with Ro too – and so is your dick.”

“And your’s too.”

RJ just bobbed his head, and smiled.

[Sarah Penguin]

Yay! Thamks!

[diaperpt]

Thanks! ...and will Rogasms go into the Urban Dictionary?

[Boston Baby]

Monday after Thanksgiving weekend

 

 

     The knock, soft but heard -- came at our bedroom door – at UGH – 5:51am… I uncoupled from the sleeping Goddess, stepped into my briefs and padded to the door slowly……being sure to miss the opened suitcases, and partially packed items.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

After opening the door I was confronted with a squirming Mattie, and a rather delightful vision – Jenn with the trademark open men’s dress shirt, black lace bra and thong underwear.

“Well good morning to you too.”

“Can you take care of Mattie? RJ’s feeling frisky, and…..well, here…”

“Um, did you…”

“Yes, he’s been changed but not fed, thank you, thank you…!” And she turned to make her way back down the hall to her bedroom.

….Now she wears a bra…?

“Hey, I’m a bit bigger than my downsizing sister, I DID have a baby – and I unfortunately don’t have the family magic elixir….”

 

I grinned and re-examined the tyke at arm’s length, when Jenn came back down the hall.

“Take this too.” And she handed me a semi-damp off-white “thing” with two sleeves.

Mattie grabbed at it, while Jenn was passing it over.

“What is this?”

“Mattie’s new favorite play-thing….. Mom’s Mohair sweater.”

“It’s slightly moist, he didn’t…………..”

“He’s teething with it, numb nuts.”

“What’s going on?”  Jess had walked up behind me/us…. Naked.

“We’re playing babysitter because Jenn may be getting some…”

“Well someone’s in the shower, I could hear the fan running…..”

“Gotta go; I owe you two.”

 

And with that – we were up, and had to begin our day….Mattie was hungry and he had to eat something besides Grandma’s sweater…..

Jessica put on sweats and a T-shirt, and I put on jeans and pull-over and we padded downstairs, and plopped Matthew into his highchair and began the feeding process.

 

On the counter there was a note:

 

Jess:

 

Good to see you, and safe travels.

I upgraded you two outta Chicago,

Love, Dad.

 

 

Good to see the name Steven included on that note…. NOT….Geez… “Want coffee?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

She fed, I arranged the drip-coffee maker, and by 6:30 or so Mattie was on all fours around the kitchen/dining area and we were sipping coffee and trying to mentally start our day.

 

“Daddy upgraded us?”

“I guess you two made an impact on him.”

Robyn had joined the three of us, and looked simply amazing for pretty damn early in the morning.

“Fort Wayne to Chicago and on to Boston….and then down I-95 to Providence… Ah the modern pleasures of post-holiday travel from the Redenbacher residence….…”

Ro was cracking eggs, but didn’t miss a beat…

“And back to Steven’s diaper stash.”

“And his onesie.”

“And his diaper pail.”

“And his bottle.”

“My bottle is here smart-ass…”

“That’s Mrs. Steven Anderson-to-be-smart-ass…”

“And before you two keep going down this tired-trail my Destin, and J & J is here too… But let’s mute it a bit, huh?… Last night RJ stumbled into our ummmmmm, vibrating toy conversation and that didn’t fare so well…. I’d hate to unfurl Adult Baby issues on him too….and then seconds later – David.”

 

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We were almost through eggs, English muffins, and turkey bacon when a long-hair-disheveled but clearly smiling Jennifer Hopkins slid into the kitchen and plopped into the unoccupied seat at the counter (I was standing).

 

“Well……………?!”

“RJ’s no longer an oral giving virgin.”

Hugs went all around between the three women, and I sipped my coffee and looked at my future sister in law from all sides.

Ro said “Mattie, where’s Mattie?”

I chin pointed.

She retrieved him from under the dining room table, and after a few howls, picked up the soggy sweater too.

“Mom, can we travel home with that, I promise to have it dry-cleaned…”

Ro smiled and nodded…patted his diaper, and kissed his head.

 

You have dried or drying semen in your hair.

 

Jenn turned back around and looked at me – grinning.

“Of course I do. He rocks my world, I rock his….. Oh, that reminds me…. Mom, can you call the limo company….?”

 

We gathered the plates and moved away.

“My hero.”

“Yeah – but will Frank ever get blown again…..?”

Her eyes flashed and sparkled and the smile grew. Over her shoulder I spotted Jenn – also in full grin.

“Mom’s going to get us a limo instead of a town car for the ride to Indy.”

“Indy to D-F-W…. First Class down and back. No small planes, no baggage transfers. Must be nice.”

“Oh shush – and go poop; the faster you do number two, the faster I’m putting you back into diapers.”

We kissed, warmly and took some time too, and then I departed as instructed.

 

“What’s the big deal with the limo versus a Town Car?”

“I think RJ wants to practice on the way to the airport.”

“You may end up with a husband that can’t form his words too well if you keep this up…”

“It’s a two-hour ride – might as well put the time to good use.”

“The divider goes up……and RJ goes down.”

“I like the sound of that!!!”

“And Mattie is safe – and content - with Mom’s Mohair sweater.”

Ro had caught the last of the conversation….  “You’d better put on a skirt and garters then.”

“Garters? I don’t have garters, and up until this morning - why would I even fathom a thought on packing a dress or skirt? ‘Unfortunately’ I was left with wearing my dress slacks from Saturday night.”

“I’d LOVE a set of garters.”

Ro shook her head; one-armed/hip-babied Mattie, got out a Post-It note and pen, and jotted something down.

“Who wears garters today anyway?”

“I do.”

“And I would – in a nano-second.”

Jenn sauntered over to the note and glanced at it.

 

Garters/Hose for the girls for Xmas

 

“Let me get you a hand-towel, and no, I do NOT want it back.”

Jenn looked at Jess, and Jess looked at her, and then both looked at the towel now on the kitchen counter.

 

*Silence*

*Confusion*

 

“Well you are certainly not going to strip off your pants and sit your naked backside on those seats are you? Jimmy runs a great company, but I cannot, excuse the pun, ascertain how clean the vinyl is in the limo.”

Jennifer laughed.

“Mommmmm, of course I’m not going to do that; being a proper lady, complete with a diaper bag, I’m going to unfurl one of Mattie’s Huggies and have RJ slide it under me.”

 

Big eyed looks all around.

Mattie burped.

Ro put him back up near her breast/neck area, and patted him on his back.

Jessica spoke first.

“You’re introducing diapers into your sex play?”

“Well, not like you two! RJ’s not going to wear them…but I do have an idea…”

“Do you want to borrow my DVD series? 

*giggle*

“Hell no. Steven’s fun to watch and listen too – but my goal is to rid my house of smelly diapers as fast as possible.”

“Well then daughter of mine…what is the plan with Huggies and RJ?”

“If he re-rocks my world on the way to the airport, I’m gonna return the favor at home tonight…. I learned this trick listening to Steven late yesterday…” 

*Grin*

Jess grinned too.

“Well, since you were involved, and you listened in, is someone going to inform me, or do I begin to play 20 Questions?”

“She’s going to moisten the Huggies with warm water and suck him off – on her knees - while cupping his testicles with the diaper…”

Robyn looked to Jenn for confirmation and received it.

She licked her lips, shifted her hips – kissed Mattie…. “Why?”

“If he enjoys the warm/wet feeling, he’ll spread his legs…

“Like Stevie did” Jess piped in…

“Yup, and then his butt is a little more exposed for some more rubbing and future games down the road…..possibly.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“Then I’ve got more work to do to relax my big Cowboy….Uh oh – Mattie’s getting ready to move his bowels…”

“Grandma to the rescue” – and she headed for the stairs…

“Diaper change?”

“Maybe she’ll just hold him over the pot…”

 

Small pause….and whispers…

 

“The best part is – I am reading happier thoughts outta RJ  (it came out as Arrjj), as he licks me -- which makes me feel better.”

“Better and happier are good.”

“But I have one more favor….”

Jess started rinsing the dishes, and placing them in the dishwasher, and glanced back at her sister, and semi-winced…

“What…?”

Jennifer curled her hair up a bit in her right hand, tilted her head, and cooed…“May I go upstairs to properly thank Steven for his help?”

 

And that’s how the water fight started.

 

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Around 9:15 we were all in the kitchen area again.

I was in my last Molicare, fat pants, loose fitting jersey; RJ was in slacks and button-down oxford, and cowboy boots. The women looked casual, confident and were all smiles.

Ro pulled me aside.

“Steven?”

“Yeah?”

“Unless you wish to stay close to Mattie to max your scent, I suggest you go wash up.”

???????????????????  “Ro, I am completely dry.”

“Your hands, dear, they smell like Destin Cream, and RJ’s a fairly new daddy….I think he knows what that odor means.”

I shook my head and moved to the sink to wash, again.

 

 

     Our car was going first, and since it was only a short jaunt to Ft. Wayne International, we had a Town Car. We brought the bags down to the garage and powered up the door, and the driver took them and stored them away in the trunk.

Hugs and kisses were exchanged, (RJ and I shook hands thank you very much), and with promises to cross paths over the holidays, we bade everyone goodbye.

 

‘Tom’ drove us out of the driveway and on to the roads, and we silently held hands and (probably) each recounted the past six days – and what we’d learned, shared, and enjoyed about the family’s members.

I was jarred from my respite by my cell phone ringing.

It was an area code I was not familiar with, but sales calls come from hither and yon, and it was a work day.

 

“Hello?”

Twinkle Twinkle little star, how I wonder where you are,

“Hello?”

…….up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky…

Jess heard the music and smiled.

“Man, another crank call, even out here in Indiana…”

And she watched him subconsciously shift his legs, slightly lift his butt, and urinate into the waiting padding.

As I looked out the window, and reflected on the passing businesses, and faces I realized my dype was fairly wet. I must have made a face or grunted.

 

A hand patted my right arm – “Are you okay?”

I got out my phone and texted her…  I am wet…and we’re not even to the airport…

She texted back  Do U want me to change U at Ft. W?

Nope, last dype.

<3  ILY

Love U too. *squish*  

 

She looked at her engagement ring, patted his crotch and let her eyes flash, and then gently close………and Honey began to fill the backseat, and I looked sideways, and whispered…. “Ro?”

Her lips parted, she moistened her lips, shook her head…and then softly said…. “Darling, would you play a game with me over the next three Sundays?”

 

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When we finally got home, we both had to use the bathroom……her bladder was full, and mine was close to dribbling into already soggy material.

She sat on the toilet and kept the door open, and under her watchful gaze my hands removed the tabs, and the diaper plopped heavily to the floor.

“Nice cock.”

“Thank you kind lady….now hurry up, or should I go downstairs?”

“Go get a new diaper, first.”

“I really think my skin should breathe a bit.”

She tilted her head, smiled, and her eyes danced. “Please?”

I stepped out of the diaper, and went into our bedroom, got the Molicare, and heard the toilet flush.

 

She and I met up in the hallway.

“I want you to wet the diaper half-way.”

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“Just hold it up around your crotch and pee into it.”

“Really?”

“Yes – don’t soak it – but wet it part way.”

“Why?”

Jessica just smiled and chin-pointed – “your penis seems to like the idea…”

 

I sheepishly grinned, and walked into the bathroom, did what I was told, and then finished in the toilet. She took the diaper from me, placed it into a plastic Stop and Shop (grocery) bag, and wrote SUNDAY on it with a Sharpie.

 

“Put this near your diaper pail, and put the soaked one in the diaper pail.”

 

And I did.