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Campfire Family
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Copyright 2005 - DailyDiapers.com
It may seem weird for me to still be living at home at age
twenty-six, but it works for my mom and me. She does the
housework, and I help pay the bills. And, in truth, I've always
been a bit of a momma's boy, so I like still being under her
rules and control.
A few months ago she started dating Bill, and I like him a lot.
But it's been a little uncomfortable for me though I didn't
think I could ever tell my mom why. Luckily, Bill did it for me.
We were spending a week at the lake, like Mom and I always did
in the early summer, and this time Bill came along. After a long
day of fishing and hiking in the woods, we were enjoying a meal
by the campfire when it happened. Bill sat up, glanced over at
me, then turned to my mom and said "Cindy, there's something I
think you should know." He shot another glance over at me, and
my heart started pounding when I realized what he was about to
say.
"I love you..." he continued... "...so I have to be completely
honest with you about something. I'm bisexual, and occasionally
- in the past - have fooled round with guys. And.... Well... one
of those guys was your son. " MY mom's eyes, went wide and she
started to speak, but Bill stopped her by continuing. "Chad and
I haven't done anything since I started dating you, and I didn't
realize he was your son until after we started dating. But...
Chad has special needs, and I'm not sure it's a good idea for
them not to be met within the family." I hung my head in shame,
and looked away from them.
"What kind of special needs?" My mom asked nervously.
Thankfully, Bill answered before she could ask me to. "He needs
to be controlled by a father-figure... and his mommy... and I'm
afraid if he doesn't get what he needs from us he'll go looking
for it somewhere else and get himself in a dangerous situation.
"I'm not having sex with my son if that's what you mean." My mom
spat, and I almost laughed at the idea. But with a few short
words I lost the urge to chuckle. "No Cindy, but it'll probably
be easier if I show you." Bill said. He stood up and began
walking over to me. I shook my head no, too embarrassed to let
him do this in front of my mom... but also too submissive to
make him stop. "Get up." He said to me in a stern voice, and I
found myself obeying without any hesitation... like I always
did.
"Take my belt off and hand it to me." Bill raised his arms, and
I reached out and unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled it free
from the loops of his jeans. I folded it over one time and
handed it to him. Bill put a hand on my shoulder and guided me
to move forward until I was standing in front of my mother, who
was looking concerned, but also seeming to accept the show that
was being played out for her. "So there's no confusion, tell you
mother what I am about to do and why." Bill ordered.
I hesitated for a moment, my whole body shaking in fear, but
finally drew up the courage to say "Daddy is going to whip me
because he knows it's what I need." As soon as I said it Bill
grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the picnic table. Without
any further instruction I slipped my hands into my shorts and
pushed them down to my knees, then did the same with my
underwear. Still shaking, I bent myself over the end of the
table and grabbed the sides to prepare myself for the harsh
whipping I knew I was about to receive.
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After my spanking, Bill picked a tree and had me press my nose
against it for the wilderness version of the "corner time" that
always followed my getting spanked. As I stood there, rubbing my
burning backside, I could hear Bill and my mom talking. This
worried me greatly, as I was now the only one who didn't know
what her response to what Bill had just said and done would be.
I heard my name called and turned to find Mom standing in the
doorway of our cabin, holding one of my bags. One I normally
tired very hard to hide from her. As I walked over, she pulled
out one of the disposable diapers I had brought from home and
held it out for me to see. She didn't say anything when I
reached the deck, just grabbed me as Bill had done and dragged
me into the cabin. Roughly she pulled me back toward the only
bed (which she usually slept in) and pushed me onto it. "You've
been a naughty boy, so it's bedtime for you!" Mom's stern words
surprised me, frightened me, and delighted me all at the same
time. With a mom's expertise she unfolded the diaper and slid it
under my still sore backside. Pulling the diaper through my
legs, she stuffed my penis into the center of the diaper, making
sure it pointed downward like I always did. Bill must have told
her that a grown boy's penis had to point down or the diaper
would leak. She closed the diaper up and sealed it with the two
tabs on each side.
"Go get in bed, and you stay there until morning!" I jumped off
the bed and hurried over to the sofa bed where I always slept
when we were at the cabin. I crawled under the sheets and buried
my face in a pillow, still ashamed to have my mom learn of my
special needs. But also feeling pretty good about her having
just met one of them. I drifted quickly to sleep trying to
imagine what the future would be like for me.
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I awoke to the sound of creaking springs and turned to see Bill
and my mom making love under their sheets. I turned away
quickly, but not quick enough. "You woke the baby." I heard my
mom say. A minute later Bill was standing next to my bed,
tucking me in. I opened my eyes just as he shoved a pacifier
into my mouth and kissed me on the forehead. "Go back to sleep
baby." He whispered, and I closed my eyes again.
A few seconds later the creaking noise resumed, and I heard them
both giggle and make comments about 'doing it with the baby in
the room.' I rolled over and went back to bed, finding the
creaking to be kind of soothing in a weird sort of way.
TO BE CONTINUED
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