What did I do to deserve such an adorable little boyfriend? I smiled to myself as he sat on the rug, watching Bluey. The soft suckling of his pacifier was barely audible. He was at peace, lost in his own little world. I felt a swelling of joy and pride in my chest as I reflected on when he told me about his little side. I was surprised, sure, but seeing him here, fully relaxed and trusting in my care as his partner and mommy… I wouldn’t trade this for the world.
I was enjoying the view so much that I was almost tempted to let him stay up past his bedtime. Almost. I locked at the clock, which read 8:01, and reminded myself that helping him get consistent sleep was also a part of that care and trust between us.
“Sweetheart,” I said gently, getting his attention, “it’s bedtime.”
“O-Tay Mommy,” he replied obediently, not even bothering to take his paci out.
“Come on,” I led him away by the hand, “Let’s get you into your jammies and ready for bed.”
I had dressed him in one of our go-to outfits today: khaki shorts and one of his favorite Dino t-shirts.
“I changed you not too long ago, so you should be good to sleep in that diapie,” I pulled down his shorts and gave his padding and exploratory squish.
He wasn’t *very* wet, but he was hard.
“Goodness baby,” I purred, “Did mommy checking your diapie get you all excited?”
“Y-yes mommy,” he blushed as he bashfully looked at the floor. He was adorable, delicious even. I couldn’t stop what happened next.
“Oh, How can I resist you when you’re this freaking cute!?” I ripped his Dino shirt over his head, and placed a firm, guiding hand on his chest. I then pushed him all the way back to his crib, bars still lowered, and shoved him onto the mattress.
“M-mommy?” He eyed me excitedly.
“Just a second Sweetheart,” I pulled off my blouse and stepped out of my jeans, “You’ve been such a good boy recently that Mommy thinks you deserve a reward.”
“Alright then,” he growled in anticipation, reaching for the tapes on his diaper.
“I don’t think so mister,” I swatted his hand away, “Your diaper stays on.”
“Shhhh,” I pushed him onto his back and planted an indulgent kiss on his cheek before expanding my affectionate barrage to his neck.
He moaned and trembled with every brush of my warm lips on his skin. He was utterly mine, defenseless to my affections.
I felt my panties grow wetter as I devoured my helpless boyfriend with my eyes. He really couldn’t do anything to resist me; how could he? I was his mommy, and he was my baby.
I began to rock my hips over his padding, listening to the chorus of crinkles and his emboldened moans.
Then I sped up. It only took a minute or two before he was begging in the only way he could:
“M-Mommy… mommy-mommy-mommy!” He cried out rapidly, which I had come to learn meant that he was about to cum.
“Yeah baby?” My sultry voice rumbled forth, “Are you gonna make cummies in your wittle diapie for mommy?”
“Ughhh!” His body twitched under me as he spurted into his thirsty padding.
“Good boy,” I moaned but continued grinding. I straddled my boy’s diaper faster and faster, panting as I did, until I eventually found my own climax. Then, I collapsed into my baby’s waiting arms.
“I— I’m sorry,” he said quietly, “For cumming too quick to have big kid sex…”
“Oh sweetheart,” I planted another kiss on his cheek, “I love how fast you come for me. It only proves that you’re so helplessly and tantalizingly mine. Plus, I wouldn’t keep you in diapers if I thought you could hold it, silly…”
He blushed at that but said nothing more.
“Now,” I caressed his face as I rested on his chest, “It’s way past someone’s bedtime, so let’s get some sleep.”
“Okay,” he said sleepily. “I love you, Mommy.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
Then, we passed out in each other’s arms and slept the night in his crib. I smiled to myself as I drifted off; this baby boy was mine, and I couldn’t be happier.
As always, all characters depicted are 18*
Image credit goes to @ah-bagels for image
