Before I say anything, I just wanna say this seems like an amazing place. People are comfortable sharing - myspace was a let down, but here, everyine is talking and telling their story. That's cool!
Maybe the "dominant mother" is a common thread, I dunno, but here's my story (hope it's ok to post here, it's my second post).
My DL fetish started with panties...
It all started when I was about four. I was playing doctor with a neighbor girl - out in the open and as innocent as can be - when I got caught and thoroughly reamed, to the point where I don't actually remember the fun part ;( the punishment did not suit the crime.
In that same time period we were visiting an aunt and I wet myself. My aunt had only daughters so I got a fresh pair of panties. WOW! Did I notice how good they felt! Those panties ended up in rotation and I definitely took advantage of wearing them. Then, one halloween, I asked to dress up as a girl. My same-aged neighbor had a nice plaid catholic school uniform that I got to wear, but I think my mom sensed that I enjoyed it as more than just a costume, so it disappeared rather quickly...
A few years later, puberty started and I was very mixed about the transistion. On one hand I loved girls - I did fantasize about being one, tucking my boy part between my legs. That early thrashing for playing doctor kinda put an obstacle in my social path. Was my attraction to girls love or lust? Were the two exclusive or inclusive? Either way, I was too young to have any self- confidence...
Once I had a wet dream or two and started to notice the connection between having to pee and being aroused, I wet myself one nite and then made the mistake of keeping the evidence in a jar in my closet, which my mom quickly found (she was a bit of a clean freak).
When I was still living at home, and alone in the house I'd wear my mom's panties. Then I got bolder when visiting friends with girlfriends - especially if their hamper was in the bathroom. I'd sneak a pair on and eventually I had a nice little collection.
I had a female friend who encouraged my dressing up and I went pretty far - shaving my legs, wearing leggings with white ankle socks and clunky shoes. (With panties and stockings underneath.) We'd go out dancing and then come home and have a fun time sharing clothes and "stuff."
All little further down the path the internet came along and quite by accident, I followed a link to a diaper fetish site. I worked late nights by then, in the city that never sleeps, and scored some diapers from a late night convenience store. I could hardly wait to get them on.
Diapers are kinda like panties in that they make me feel girlish - a little fussy - snug and wet and warm. I can't quite explain it because I don't always wanna wear them, but when I do, it's unstoppable. I bet alot of DLs have a similar feeling. A fetish that drives them to erotic pleasure, but one that seems dependent upon the moon. It's also not easy to share in real life. I know I've joined and deleted a few times at other sites.
Of course writing about it is arousing - I actually have the luxury of wearing and wetting my diaper right now - knowing I can't really get caught. (At least I hope not.) My fantasy was to get caught dressing up and in the process finding a girl who likes and encourages it. I am married now and my wife is cool about that the dressing up part - in private - but we live in the burbs and dressing up outside of the bedroom is not an option. I miss that. I can't really share the diaper thing with her because I don't think she'd get it. We're on opposite schdules and timing is everything - or not - so this is how I have a little fun, release a little tension and baby myself.