VisaT

My Mommy (wife) has her BFF Stephanie bathe me and change my wet diapers. Mommy and Aunt Stephanie have changed my diapers in the presence of their adult lady friends. They have all been caring and very supportive so I don't feel ashamed.

Mommy (my wife) checks me for wetness and sometimes changes me into a fresh diaper even when I'm not wet. Her is a maternal presence has come to define our marriage and a for Mommy To check my diaper is is an element of protective nurturing love.

Mommy (my wife) sends me to potty to "do my duty" before she put me into my bedtime diapers.

Did you just tinkle?

My wife became my caregiver when I experienced a debilitating emotional collapse many years ago. We were childless but powerful maternal instincts emerged and a mother/child dynamic evolved re-defined our marriage. She didn't exactly talk down to me but she begin to refer to herself in the third person as "Mommy". For example: "Mommy is going to the store" or "Be a good boy help Mommy bring in the groceries" or "Didn't Mommy tell you not to do that?" She became a mother figure to me and it's natural for me to address her as "Mommy"

Thank you for your insightful understanding. Mommy and Mr. G- -g have discussed marriage in mid February 2023. Mommy remains my legal guardian so for her to formally adopt me would no have a material impact on our day to day lives. But she has devoted so much of her energy caring for me and she is entitled so much than to the legal constuct of guardianship. Arguably, a woman who accepts the responsibility of motherhood is the highest expression of a woman's femininity. I affectionately address her as Mommy out of deferential respect. My love for her is special. She is much more than my guardian. She is my mother and I adore her. I am grateful to Mr. G- -g for adopting me, naming me as his son. Mommy and Daddy truly have saved my life. Their relationship has withstood the awkward circumstance her marriage to me in name only. They are a loving couple who deserve the dignity being Husband and Wife. Their Wedding Day in mid February will be bittersweet for me but it will be joyous triumph for them. Mommy is eager to initiate the legal process to adopt me as soon as is practical. It will mark a new beginning for all of us. For years, I have affectionately addressed her as Mommy in deferential respect for the maternal love she bestows on me. Once granted,the certicate of adoption with specify that her as my Mother and specify me as her "Child and Heir", state that "henceforth our relationship shall be that of mother and child". She richly deserves the honor and title of Mother. I am now, and will be, so proud to be her son. We will be a a family.

Since to 2012, I have essentially lived as an adult baby. I joined this group to gain the insight of people who may have experiences related to my own and reconcile the blessings, disappointments and confusion in my life. I seek your understanding and guidance My wife stepped in and became my caregiver in 2012 when I collapsed emotionally when my mother died unexpectedly. I was overwhelmed with grief, became suicidal and required hospitalization. It was necessary to petition the court to establish guardianship and take adult responsibility for me. With the help of therapists she "Reparented" me and her role changed from that of a wife to that of my mother. We had been married for nearly 5 years and were childless, but powerful maternal instincts that lay dormant within my wife emerged. She spoke to me softly with gentle words of comfort. She would wrap a blanket around us and cradle my head to her bosom like a mother would and let me know I was safe and OK. When speaking to me, she'd refer to herself in the 3rd person as Mommy for ex: "Mommy loves you" or "Help Mommy with the Groceries or "Didn't Mommy tell you not to do that ?" It became natural for me to address her as "Mommy" and I looked to her as a mother figure. Everyday, for more than a year, Mommy patiently nurtured me with tender maternal love that slowly eased my grief. And as it relates to this group, Mommy would give me a bath and sometimes playfully put me into diapers during her reparenting of me. It was sort of fun and being bathed and diapered at bedtime was a comforting bonding experience for Mommy and I that added substance to the the mother/child dynamic that had begun to flourish. At the same time, Mommy's love for me had also evolved. It was no longer the love of a woman for a man. It became the love of amother for her wounded child. Mommy is a wonderful mother. She's told friends that exchanging the role of a wife for that of a mother was daunting at first, but the actual tasks of mothering me came easily. (albeit exhausting). She describes me as a wonderful child to and that unexpected opportunity to experience motherhood as being richly rewarding. But Mommy is more than just a great mother, she is a beautiful woman too. Our sex life was never great and any notion of resuming a sexual relationship with me was unthinkable for her. We had not had sex for nearly 2 years and she had become sexually frustrated and felt lonely. In 2013, a man came into Momny's life. They became lovers and they fell very much in love. They are a committed couple and have established an emotionally intimate, sexually satisfying adult relationship. Their encounters were clandestine at 1st, but they are good people and sneaking around was beneath them. When Mommy introduced me to Mr.G- -g (her lover) in 2014. I didn't want to like him and Down deep. I was afraid that Mommy would leave me to start a new life with him. But they both assured me that would not be the case. Mommy told me not to worry. She was my mother who loved me and she would never abandon her child. So on the nights and weekends when Mommy invited her man to spend the weekend together, she would give me an early bedtime, and confine me to my bedroom. I objected to this with tearful childish rants of juvenile jealousy. But Mommy responded calmly taking time to describe the attributes of masculinity that attract women to men. It was like the Birds and the Bee's talk that parents give to adolescents. She explained to me that Mr. G--g was a wonderful man who possessed these qualities and that they were very happy together. Mommy only got upset with me once about it. But she taught me that a man and a woman who love each other are entitled to privacy to enjoy the intimate pleasure of sexual intercourse at there leisure. She helped to understand that she felt a mother's responsibility to shield me from things that might upset me. That is why she was firm about putting me into diapers. 1) They did not want me to wander to the hallway toilet and disturb their lovemaking. 2) Mommy wanted spare me the shame of overhearing the mattress thumping and the ecstasy of her being taken to orgasm in the arms of her lover as she is being laid and satisfied in the master bed. She would come to my room and change my wet diapers when they were finished, or in th morning as the case may be -I struggled to accept their relationship, But Mr. G- -g truly is a good man and he makes Mommy very happy. He has been a role model and mentor to me and he is entitled to the same obedient respect that I show Mommy. Mr. G- -g is financially successful and in 2016, he built a large home in country where we live as family. The master bedroom suite rhat he Mommy share is at one end of the house. My room is on the other side of the house so I don't need to wear diapers anymore when Momny and Mr. G- -g want to enjoy sexual intercourse. Mommy will put me into diapers if she senses feelings of insecurity which is rare. But I will ask her to bathe and diaper me when Mr. G--g is not around every few weeks or so. Mommy is a beautiful woman with bright green eyes, a dazzling smile, a nice figure and dark wavy hair. It is a special intimate experience that Mommy and I can share. When she undresses me, I am naked and vulnerable. The one thing that protects me is our mutual trust and the powerful love that evolved between us. I have been celebate for more than 10 years. Mommy dries me after my bath, and has me lay on the towel on my bed. She takes her time to massage baby oil or lotion onto my private areas in a non sexual way. But the gentle touch of Mommy's finger tips is a sensual reminder of the man that I was and the child that I have become. Mommy and Mr. G--g wish to Marry. He is single and says his business career had been his wife until he met Mommy. He is quite wealthy and has been emotionally supportive of Mommy and I has financial wherewithal to cover some of my uninsured medical expenses. Most women would have divorced me to be with the man she loves and most would men have walked away. But they were both concerned and decided to wait until I was emotionally stable. I am lucky... I am still emotionally fragile but I have been stable for quite awhile. Mr. G- -g and Mommy met with legal counsel to devise a workable family solution and estate planning that protected his substantial financial assets. Adult adoption is legal in my state and Mr. G- -g offered to adopt me. I agreed, and Mommy executed spousal consent and on August 23 of this year the court granted the adoption. The language of the adoption decree declares Mr. G- -g to be is my legal "Father" and that I am his "child and heir". He excercised his parental prerogative and change my surname to his. I am grateful to Mr.G- -g for all he has done and I am proud have been given his name. The adoption gave Mommy the comfort she needed to proceed with a divorce. We've agreed to the terms and I witbout objection, the fast track divorce will be final on December 30.

?

Just for clarity and to help me understand, 1) Is your Wife also your Mommy. 2) Haveyour Wife and Daddy established themselves as an adult couple with a sexual relationship that does not necessarily include you ? 3) Do your Wife/Mommy and Daddy possesses the parental prerogatives of your Mommy and Daddy ?

Thank for your thoughtful response. I share your sentiment that ideally a couple (married couple) should be there for each other, emotionally, socially and sexually without involving a 3rd party. And I think we both recognize that life circumstances can change the nature of a relationship and the needs of each partner. In my case, my wife stepped in and became my caregiver in 2012 when I collapsed emotionally when my mother died unexpectedly. I was overwhelmed with grief, became suicidal and required hospitalization. My wife took adult responsibility for me and with the help of therapists she "Reparented" me. Her role changed from that of a wife to that of my mother. We were childless, powerful maternal instincts that lay dormant emerged. She spoke to me softly with gentle words of comfort. She would wrap a blanket around us and cradle my head to her bosom like a mother would and let me know I was safe and OK. When speaking to me, she'd refer to herself in the 3rd person as Mommy for ex: "Mommy loves you" or "Help Mommy with the Groceries or "Didn't Mommy tell you not to do that ?" It became natural for me to address her as "Mommy" and I looked to her as a mother figure. Everyday, for more than a year, Mommy patiently nurtured me with tender maternal love that slowly eased my grief. And as it relates to this group, Mommy give me a bath and playfully put me into diapers during her reparenting of me. It was sort of fun and being bathed and diapered at bedtime was a source of comfort., As our marriage evolved into mother/child relationship, her love for me also evolved from that of a woman for a man to that of a mother for her wounded child. Mommy is a wonderful mother. I've heard her say exchanging the role of a wife for that of a mother was daunting at first,but the actual tasks of mothering me came easily (albeit exhausting). She describes me as a wonderful child to and that unexpected opportunity to experience motherhood as being richly rewarding. But Mommy is more than just a great mother, she is a beautiful woman too. Our sex life was never great and any notion of resuming a sexual relationship with me was unthinkable for her. We had not had sex for nearly 2 years and she had become sexually frustrated and felt lonely. In 2013, Mommy met a wonderful man. They became lovers and they fell very much in love. They are loving couple and have established an emotionally intimate, sexually satisfying adult relationship. Their encounters were clandestine at 1st, but they are good people and sneaking around was beneath them. When Mommy introduced me to her lover in 2014 I was pouty, jealous, and behaved like a juvenile. Down deep. I was afraid that Mommy would leave me to start a new life with her man. But they both assured me that would not be the case. Mommy told me not to worry. She was my mother who loved me and she would never abandon her child. So on the nights and weekends when Mommy invited her man to spend the weekend together, she would give me an early bedtime, and confine me to my bedroom. I objected but I was respectful of her wishes Mommy and Mr. G- - g are adults and entitled to privacy. They did not want me to wander to the hallway toilet and disturb their lovemaking. And also Mommy wanted spare me the shame of overhearing the mattress thumping and the ecstasy of her being taken to orgasm in the arms of her lover as she is being laid and satisfied in the master bed. I struggled to accept their relationship, But Mr. G- -g truly is a good man and he makes Mommy very happy. He has been a role model and mentor to me and he is entitled to the same obedient respect that I show Mommy. Mr. G- -g is financially successful and in 2016, he built a large home in country where we live as family. The master bedroom suite rhat he Mommy share is at one end of the house. My room is on the other side of the house so I don't need to wear diapers when Momny and Mr. G- -g want to enjoy sexual intercourse. Mommy will put me into diapers if she senses feelings of insecurity which is rare. But I will ask her to bathe and diaper me when Mr. G--g is not around every few weeks or so. being bathed and diapered Mommy is slender beautiful woman woth bright green eyes, a dazzling smile and dark wavy hair. It is a special intimate experience that Mommy and I csn share. When she undresses me, I am naked and vulnerable. The one thing that protects me is our mutual trust and the powerful love that evolved between us. I have been celebate for more than 10 years. Mommy dries me after my bath, and has me lay on the towel on my bed. She takes her time to massage baby oil or lotion onto my private areas in a non sexual way. But the gentle touch of Mommy's finger tips is a sensual reminder of the man that I was and the child that I have become.

Dear Mommy, When you put your husband or boyfriend into diapers, do you still accept him as a man or does he become your child ? And if you no longer accept him as a man, have you sought and taken a lover to satisfy your unmet sexual longings ?

A mother and child dynamic evolved in my marriage many years ago. My wife is a beautiful mature sophisticated woman who became a mother figure to me after my birth mother died unexpectedly. She embraced her role as my mother, accepted me as her child and I address her as Mommy. At first Mommy would shave my sparse scraggly pubic hair. But stubble would appear after a few days, so Mommy took me to her hairstylist who was certified in laser hair removal. I only needed 2 treatments with Miss Marlaina but now I am baby smooth with just a small tuffet of hair above my diminutive penis.

I had nocturnal enuresis and had to wear diapers to bed until I was 15. My mother was my primary caregiver but one day, she introduced to my new babysitter. She was very pretty with green eyes and wore a touch of mascara dark eyeliner and lipstick. She was fashionably dressed wearing a tennis skirt, pump shoes with kitten heels . She had a fully developed woman's body; slender and shapely, with large breasts that the v-neck sweater she wore struggled to hold. She was a bit taller than my mother and possessed a mature maternal presence and a radiant smile that comforted me. I was late bloomer who had started puberty and when my mother introduced me to her, I thought she was in college or at least a high school senior. She had an November birth day and was 13 when she 1st babysat me January just 3 weeks before my 13th birthday. My babysitter was the same age as me but I thought she was an adult woman. She was my babysitter for about 2 years We went to different schools and I didn't find out she was my age until many years later.

Yes. I had nocturnal enuresis and had to wear diapers to bed until I was 15. My mother was very attentive and wanted me to have 30 consecutive dry notes before she would let me go to bed wearing big boy" undies.