Baby Talk

Akiza caught him “And where do you think your going young lady?”

Another installment.  Sarah and Michael are learning to be more and more open with each other. I know many readers often anticipate likely storylines but I'm trying to keep this novel and 'human'.  Keeping some real relationship issues in for characters to overcome.  ------------- Chapter 14 Well maybe not; and there it is I woke up in the night. Looking at the clock it was a little after one in the morning. Almost immediately I realized Mommy wasn’t there, then I saw a light under the bathroom door. After a couple of minutes, I heard the toilet, then the light clicked off and the door opened. I saw that Mommy had put on a nightgown as she came back to bed, and I quietly shifted over to make sure she had room. She softly said, “Sorry baby, didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” I know sometimes she will not be completely open with her feelings and just say things like, “It’s fine.” even when it isn’t, so I turned to face her and asked, “Do you want to talk about something? Did I do something wrong?” I felt her hand reach to touch my cheek in the dark, “No, it’s okay. It’s no big deal.” Well of course that just confirmed my suspicions. And I wanted to know what was bothering her. Pulling her own stunt on her, I reached up and rapped my knuckle on the headboard saying, “Point of order madam chair, this member is concerned you’re hiding something. That’s not allowed by the committee’s bylaws.” She giggled softly, “This seems a very strange hour to have a meeting.” I continued, “I know, but anytime something is going the wrong way, we should slow down and change course. You said that. And when I screwed up and needed a spanking, you said the sooner it’s over, the sooner we can move on. Remember, we’re in this together.” She rolled onto her back and looked up into the darkness, “Okay, okay. You’re right. It’s just…” Then she was quiet. I waited; I could tell she was trying to find the right words. Then she went on, “It’s just that having your finger up my ass didn’t really do anything for me. We never tried anything like it before, and I thought it would be something new. But honestly, I’m sore back there. That’s what I was doing in the bathroom.” I was quiet for a moment then simply said, “Well, I might have been too rough. Maybe more lube next time?” She rolled towards me and put a hand on my cheek again, “Now see, this is why I didn’t say anything. I knew you’d blame yourself. You did nothing wrong. You did exactly as I said and fucked my ass with your finger. I wondered what it would be like. But the truth is, I was saying to go harder because, well, it wasn’t working for me and I thought maybe if you went faster, I’d start to enjoy it. But it didn’t work at all. And Michael, I feel like I just pooped enough lube out to fill a supertanker!!” I giggled at her exaggeration but was puzzled too. So, I asked, “So you just faked having an orgasm? I thought we were moving past that sort of thing.” She giggled, “Oh no, I came all right, and I loved everything else. Your tongue really gets me off. And when I started rocking, feeling my boobs swinging like that, that’s nice too. Humping your face as you lick, I could do that again any day. Just the ass part, that didn’t do a thing. If anything, I wouldn’t have taken as long as I did except your finger was up my ass!!!” She giggled for a moment, muttering, “Never thought I’d be saying that; ‘your finger was up my ass’!” I chuckled too; we have been exploring new territory, literally. Then I reached and tapped a knuckle on the headboard and said, “So noted. The mommy’s ass is not an area of enjoyment, don’t distract her with it.” With that, she reached and hugged me, for once resting her head on my chest instead of my nuzzling hers. Soon we fell back to sleep. We woke up together in the morning, in the same position with Mommy’s head on my chest. My arm curled behind her and gently stroked her back as I kissed her head. She tilted her head up and smiled at me, softly saying, “Good morning love. Have a nice sleep?” Then her hand reached down and checked the front of my diaper, adding, “See? You’re dry. Yesterday was like I said, just a one-time thing.” Her words comforted me, all these diapers and wetting so much, I was a little concerned about having wet in my sleep yesterday. I nodded and asked, “So I don’t need to spend the whole day in diapers?” She shifted a little, getting up on her elbows to face me, “No dear. And really, we don’t have to have that rule all the time. I just said that the other day because I was teasing you.” She smiled, then added with a grin, “And you KNOW you loved it!!” Then she smiled and told me, “Now, why don’t you show me how much you love being Mommy’s little boy.” With that, she climbed and lay on top of me, her hips pressing against my diaper. She grinned down at me as I felt her shifting her hips, her legs opening around mine, “I’m not letting my baby up until you tinkle!!” She giggled as she slid her body upward and downward, hips bumping against my bladder, then lower against the little bulge in my diaper. Falling back into my little boy persona, I looked up and asked, “Mommy wants me to do my peepees?” Mommy just nodded and her hand searched under the pillows. When she found my pacifier, she reached and pushed it into my mouth. Smiling as I started sucking, “Yes baby, like I said before, we mustn’t waste dipees. Baby Mikey needs to make his widdle wetsies.” Now, as badly as I had to go, guys just can’t go when somebody is rubbing their dick. Even through a soft diaper. I tried to explain, but in the way, Mommy always likes, using ‘baby words’, “But… but Mommy, when my dinky is all hard, I can’ts make peepees.” Mommy smiled down at me and kept moving her hips, “Aww poor baby, then we’ll just have to take care of that first. Then my baby can do his tinkles for Mommy.” And with that she pushed up, sitting up with her knees straddling me, her hips directly on top of mine. Then she crossed her arms over herself and lifted her nightgown off. She rocked her hips slowly against the bulge in my diapers, then put her hands on her naked breasts and cupped them. First, she looked at them, then at my face as I stared at them. Teasing, she said, “Does baby Mikey like Mommy’s boobies? You like to suck on them don’t you Mikey.” My hips were squirming and pushing back against hers as she rocked. I could feel my cock rubbing inside my diaper against her grinding hips. Staring at her nipples, I nodded. Mommy smirked a little, “Now, now Mikey, Mommy can’t hear your head nodding. Tell Mommy what you like.” Her teasing, her rocking, I blushed at her admonition and stuttered and stammered, “M... Mikey likes…,“ I stopped mid-sentence as Mommy licked her finger and then touched it to her nipple, making it stiffen. Mommy smiled and tilted her head back, “Go on baby… Tell Mommy the truth.” All the while, her finger was slowly circling her erect nipple. I whimpered as my hips thrust up harder, “…Mikey likes Mommy’s boobies… Ba…Baby likes sucking on thems.” Mommy closed her eyes, and I watched her other fingers reach for her other nipple, then her fingers gently pinched them both and pulled gently, saying, “Mommy’s boobies like when Mikey sucks, Mommy’s boobies are just for baby Mikey…” I couldn’t hold out any longer, staring at her fingers teasing her own nipples and thrusting, I lifted my hips and felt myself cum, squirting into my diaper as I whined, “M…Mommmmmyyyyy!!!!!!” As my hips fell back down, Mommy let go of her nipples, grinned at me and gently lay down on top of me, arms snuggling around me as she whispered in my ear, “That’s Mommy’s good boy, now just relax… let it happen.” My arms reached around to gently hold this wonderful woman, letting my heart slow and catching my breath. We laid like that for a few minutes, neither of us saying a word. But the post orgasmic contentment soon relented to her weight on my bladder, and relaxing my whole body, I started to wet my diaper. I felt the warm liquid trickling over my balls and down under my bottom and quickly soak into the padding. After a few seconds, Mommy could probably tell, she shifted just a little and kissed my ear. After a minute or so, deciding I had finished, she lifted her head and slid off to my side and smiled, saying, “Good boy… Now Mommy can let you get up.” I pulled her back to me and gave her a kiss, “I love you Mommy.” And of course, the moment was spoiled by her phone ringing. She winked and said, “I love you too. Now go shower and I’ll see who that is.” And with that, she pushed off my chest to get up and went to get her phone. Normally the sight of her walking away in just panties would make me hard, but well, I did climax less than five minutes ago. So instead, I swung my legs out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I heard Mommy answer the phone, but then the noise from the shower as I turned it on drowned out the rest. Sarah was just tying her hair back, already dressed when I returned to our bedroom. She smiled at me as I headed to the closet, a towel wrapped around my waist. She asked me, “Would you mind watering the plants this morning for me Michael? I have a little bit left to do on my class work.” She turned from her mirror as I reached for some jeans, adding, “We spent all that time and money on them, don’t want them dying on us.” As I slipped on some underwear and then my jeans, I agreed with her, “Sure thing. And I need to put all those empty bags the fertilizer came in, into the trash. Do you want me to cook you some breakfast?” She patted my butt as I slipped on a shirt, “Thanks dear, no I’ll just pop a couple frozen waffles in the toaster.” And with that, she smiled and headed to the kitchen. Soon we were munching our breakfast together, but since she had a head start, she finished breakfast first. She got her laptop and sat down at the table with it and started typing. Not wanting to disturb her, I finished and headed outside to water the gardens. After that, I picked up the bags and tidied up the garage. Once I started organizing things, it turned into a couple hour long project. Almost finished, I was interrupted when the delivery man came up the drive holding a small package. I thanked him and stared at the package in my hand. Then I remembered Sarah saying, “It should arrive on Wednesday…” Suddenly I was anxious as I realized what I was holding in my hands. I looked at the driver as he climbed into his van. I felt myself blushing, wondering what he would think if he knew what he had delivered. Taking a deep breath, I took it inside, saying, “Sarah, sorry to interrupt when you’re working, but…” I just held the package up. She looked up, then looked at her phone. Then simply said, “Oh good, I was hoping it’d get here before I had to leave.” That was not the response I expected, so I asked, “You’re leaving? What’s up?” She closed her laptop and put her notes on top of it. “Yes. Now Michael, I had an idea about this, and I think it’s best if I leave you alone for a bit.” She went on to explain, “I have some errands today and while I’m gone, I want you to open that up and try it on. Check the key works first though, we wouldn’t want you stuck.” I sat down, not sure just what to say, I simply asked, “You want me to put it on myself? I thought it was my decision?” Sarah got up and came over to put her hand on my shoulder. “Let me explain, don’t jump to conclusions about all those stories you’ve read,” she said. She continued, “I’ll be out of the house for about four hours. You can try it on, take it off, put it on again, whatever. You still get to decide sweetheart. I promised you that and I don’t go back on my word.” Then she added, “I just thought if you were alone and had the keys with you, you might be a little less anxious. I know you’re a bit scared, and I’m still leaving it to you. There’s supposed to be two keys, and I want you to keep one. Hide it somewhere around the house and don’t tell me where it is.” She went on, “That way you’ll know, no matter what, you can unlock it anytime you want.” She smiled as she leaned to kiss my cheek. I was puzzled, “Then, then why put it on at all?” Sarah shook her head gently and smiled, “Tsk, I’ve been trying to explain. It’s not a punishment, it’s not about denying you sex. It’s about helping you feel safe around Julia.” Then she said, “Look, you’re worried you might get hard in front of her or something. Or cum in your diaper in front of her. Or even start jerking off in your diaper and she catches you. I know you get pretty worked up sometimes and all.” She went on, “Well, you’re not likely to start jerking off if you have to stop what you’re doing and go, I don’t know, out to the garage to get your key. Or the basement, or behind the washing machine or climb the neighbor’s flagpole!! Wherever you decide to hide your key.” She smiled and kissed my head, “It’s just about helping you resist temptation, so you can be a good boy for Mommy.” Finally, she added, “It’s as if Mommy put the cookie jar on the top shelf in the kitchen. You could still get to them, but you’d have to drag over a chair from the dining table to reach. Slows you down a little so you don’t spoil your dinner.” She shook my shoulder gently, “It’s about helping you. So that you don’t worry about doing something rash while you’re all horny, that you’ll regret later.” She smiled and kissed my head as I sat there, trying to understand. Then she picked up her purse, grabbed her keys and looked at the kitchen clock saying, “Look, it’s just eleven now. I’ll grab some lunch while I’m out and I promise I won’t be back before three. You have four hours completely alone. Try to understand what I’ve said. Even if you decide you don’t want to wear it tomorrow, try it on to see if it fits. Then take it off and hide one of the keys like I told you.” And with that, she waved goodbye as she headed down the hall and out the door to the garage. As Sarah climbed into the car and started back down the driveway, her own thoughts were racing. God, I hope I’m doing the right thing. If he does decide to wear it, I hope he does okay. I usually have all the answers, but I feel like I’m in it over my head with this. As she headed down the main road her thoughts continued. She squirmed again, her backside still sore from last night: I’m glad Julia took the day off and asked me to lunch this morning. She’s probably done anal, maybe she has some advice. Oh shit, she doesn’t even know about the idea of the cage!!! I need to explain it. I hope she gets the idea faster than Michael. He still seems to think this is a trap or something. Best prepare Julia one way or the other though, whichever way Michael decides. To be continued.  

She will learn her lesson, we all do. ;-) Chapter 6   Across town at the coliseum: “First timer?” A woman asks Lilly as she’s looking for her table.  “Yeah, I’m a first year teacher.” “Lol I can tell. The seats aren’t assigned, only the tables.  Just pick a seat and go grab a drink.”   Twenty minutes later (and two cocktails) Lilly is starting to feel that familiar pressure in her bladder, and her little clit is starting to feel a little pressure of its own…  Feeling brave, she reaches under her table and slides up her dress. Slipping her phone down she takes a picture of her pantied crotch to survey the state of her arousal.  “Yup.” She whispers seeing that her kitty has made the usual spot on her panties.  The speaker has been talking about the success of the last school year and Lilly decides to go ahead and post a “current situation” update. She takes a second pic of the empty pitcher of water on her table and then adds the post while checking on comments and messages.    The post from the bathroom at her work is definitely proving popular, lots of comments about how sexy her damp panties are and the usual “I wish you’d show us more of yourself” or “Don’t be shy, we need to see your pretty face.”  She checks over her messages and DD is giving her more ideas about tonight and encouragement to follow through with her plan.  “I know! But for real, I am starting to really feel the pressure!” She tells him. “Just hold it a little longer. Be a good girl!” “I will!” “Promise Daddy you’ll be a big girl and hold it until I tell you it’s ok to potty.” Lilly blushes a little at the comment..  “I promise I’ll hold it till you say I can go Daddy.” “That’s my good girl.”   The next speaker is just taking the podium when a sudden spasm hits Lilly’s bladder.  “Ooph” she says instinctively putting a hand on her lap. She picks up her phone: “Daddy? I gotta go.” She checks her messages and there is nothing from DD. “Daddy?” She messages him again 5 minutes and two more spasms later… “Post an updated pic of your panties to your page and then we will discuss going potty.” Lilly groans knowing that spreading her legs isn’t going to make holding it any easier..    She takes the picture and notes that her labia is swollen and not because she’s desperate to pee. She quickly posts the updated picture.    “Good girl.” DD says on the public picture.  “Thanks Daddy, can I go now?” Lilly responds under his comment.  “Not yet. Be my big girl and hold your pee pee.” Lilly looks around the table and then starts looking for the nearest bathroom sign.  “Order a drink and when you finish it, update us with a picture of the empty glass.” “Ok Daddy.”  Lilly orders another gin and tonic and practically “shoots” it to get it over with so she can post the empty glass.  “There! Now can I go potty? I’m about to pee my panties!” She says. “Ok baby. But you have to post a video of you using the potty so we know that you didn’t have an accident.” “Ok!” “Promise?” “Yes sir! Thank you!” Lilly stands to head to the bathroom when a spasm makes her knees buckle.. She steadies herself on the table and then starts to walk towards the exit. “There she is! Mrs Edison, as the youngest teacher we need you and Mrs Primm our most tenured educator to approach the stage!” “What?” Lilly says panicked  “ it’s time to cut the cake, dear, they always have the youngest teacher and the oldest teacher come up to show the partnership in education over the generations. So you two will cut the cake and then help serve it.” a woman at the table informs her. “But I need to use the restroom. I’m sorry.” “Nonsense silly, I’m sure you can wait a few more minutes lol.” Lily looks around the room and sees all eyes on her. She squeezes her legs together and makes her way to the stage.

While browsing Google Play, I found an app called Bedwetting Calendar. It seems to be of Japanese origin, but I've been using it a while now. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.kourokuroom.bed_wetting_calendar&hl=en_US I've found it useful to track how many diapers I have left, whether I've had a "dry" or "wet" night. In any event, I thought I'd share it.  

Another day and another wet and messy Rearz Daydreamer disposable diaper.  These diapers are amazing,  especially when they have a good load in them. A full load makes any diaper feel better.