I'm not supposed to look. I know I'm not supposed to look.
I am supposed to be sitting on the floor watching the new shark documentary on my tablet like a good boy.
Mommy's dancing around the room in nothing but fishnet tights and a short skirt, getting ready for a night out with her friends. With each movement, her beautiful tits bounce and sway in the corners of my vision.
I can feel my big boy bits growing at even these brief glimpses of my wife's breasts. Despite the infantile, soggy diaper strapped around my waist, I still have the intense desires and needs of the grown man I am.
I can't help myself. I sneak a peek, causing myself to moan a little into my binky as I grow larger, pressing against the soft resistance of the warm, wet padding of my diaper.
That subtle noise draws Mommy's attention.
"Ollie baby? What's wrong... Oh! You're absolutely soaked! Mommy better get you changed before the babysitter gets here!" She coos as she bends down and squeezes the front of my diaper, "Maybe just not wet either."
She shakes her head in disappointment as she takes my hand and, still topless, helps me lay with legs splayed on the bed like an infant awaiting a change.
Her phone rings, and she grabs it with one hand as she untapes my diaper with the other.
"Katie? I know! I'm so excited to..." Her train of thought is interrupted as she pulls back my soggy diaper to reveal my rock hard cock, "Really, Ollie? The babysitter will be here any minute and you are this worked up?"
I can hear my wife's best friend cackling on the other end of the phone. The humiliation of not only being changed by my topless wife, but teased about it by her friend, overwhelms me with both shame and desire. Pre-cum starts to drip off my cock.
"Yeah, I'm just changing little Ollie, and his big boy bits are rock hard. I'll have to take care of this before the babysitter gets here, or he'll be rubbing his diaper on anything he can get is grubby little mitts on! Isn't that right, baby boy?" Mommy cooed as she grabbed my cock and disinterestedly started to stroke me.
I covered my face in shame as my wife teased me, but couldn't help but buck my hips as she continued to sloppily work my shaft up and down.
"Mmmm... Mommy," I moaned into my binky as she continued to talk to her best friend about her plans for the night, as if her husband wasn't squirming on the bed, laying on his still wet diaper, as she jerks him off.
"I know, I love that place! Their food is amazing!" Mommy responds to Katie, ignoring me completely.
"Mooommmmy," I moan again.
My wife looks at me, rubs be a little bit faster, and rolls her eyes.
"Yes, that's Ollie. He's such a squirmy little thing tonight, at least he won't embarass me with the babysitter again," she says into the phone as Katie laughs uproariously on the other side, "Come on, baby! Mommy still has to get ready."
I can feel my heartbeat in my cheeks and my cock. The disinterest, the teasing, the dismissal, it's all so embarrassing and so fucking hot.
"Moooommmmmyyyyy!!!" I scream out, spitting out my binky as warm cum explodes over my wife's hand.
She releases me and grimaces.
"Someone was saving all his big boy juices for Mommy, wasn't he?"
I can't respond to her jibe. I don't even try to make out what Katie is saying on the other end of the phone. I melt into the bed, letting my muscles go completely slack as my topless wife wipes my cum off of her hand with the inside of my fresh diaper and changes me into it, never dropping the phone pressed to her ear the whole time.
I lay on the bed as the fresh diaper is taped onto me, and Mommy proceeds to continue getting ready for her night out.
My brain buzzes with the fact that this release, from my wife's disinterest, distracted hand job, is the best I've had in months and may be the best I ever expect to have again.