Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => 2011-2018 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: -Dainty- on April 10, 2007, 07:56:29 PM
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I was married to Michelle for 5 years. I have to admit that our time together was, for her, unpleasant. You see, to begin with, I am very un-endowed (is that a real word?) with a p_nis that is about 2 inches when soft, and only about 4 inches when erect. I was, therefore, unable to provide her with adequate sexual satisfaction. That does not mean that we never had sex. We actually had two children together, but she got no enjoyment out of it. And yes, we did do oral and we did use toys, but pleasure from real intercourse was also important to her, and in this department, I was unable to deliver.
Michelle probably could have lived with this deficiency if I wasn't also into being so submissive. I really liked it when she would make fun of me for my size and treat me like her little boy instead of her husband. I wanted her to scold me and spank me when I was naughty - even to put me into diapers as a punishment from time to time. Being the caring wife she was, she tried to do all of this, but she derived nothing from it and besides, she didn't like it either.
In short, everything that turned me on was a turn-off for her. And so, I guess it was inevitable that she would decide, after nearly six years, to divorce me and find a real man. That was the start of my real problems.
The divorce petition demanded that I not only pay generous child support (I would certainly have paid, but she demanded much more than any court would have ordered) but that I also give her a large alimony. The demands were, in my opinion, quite unreasonable, and I would have fought them if she hadn't put into her petition all of the sordid details about our sex life. Not only did her affidavit go into excruciating detail about my sexual inadequacies, she also spared no detail about my desire to be treated like a little boy. She revealed how she would keep me hairless, how she would make me wear little boy clothes, and how she would take me over her knee and spank me when I misbehaved. All this, she argued, was at my insistence, and it was her primary reason for wanting out of the marriage.
Needless to say I was mortified. Not only did her lawyer know all about me now, so did my own lawyer as would the judge who would have to read the petition and authorize the divorce. The last thing I wanted was for us to have a trial which would be public and during which I would have to submit to a very embarrassing cross examination. And so, I agreed to all of her demands.
Within six months, Michelle had found another man. John could not have been more opposite than I. He is tall, 6' 3" and well built. I assume that he is also well endowed. He is also a take charge, no nonsense kind of guy, even dominant. They married and she and our two children moved in with him.
In the meantime, I had great difficulty keeping up the financial end of our divorce "agreement", falling behind in my payments. The stress of the divorce and everything else finally began to catch up with me and the quality of my work suffered to the point that I was let go from my job at the bank. Now I couldn't even make child support payments. I suppose that I could have asked a judge to order a lower amount, but this seemed unfair to my kids and would have necessitated hearings where all of the other issues were sure to arise.
And so, I decided to visit Michelle and John to discuss matters with them.
Our meeting was a disaster. Don't get me wrong, they were both polite, but they were also absolutely inflexible. No amount of pleading on my part made a difference. They were determined to not change the terms of our divorce agreement on iota and they made it clear that they would be taking me to court to enforce them. I left their home devastated, not knowing where to turn.
And then, out of the blue, Michelle called me the next day and said that she and John had had a long talk about my predicament and were prepared to offer me a way out. She told me to be at their house a 7 pm that evening and they would outline their proposal.
When I arrived, John answered the door and told me to wait for him and Michelle in the living room. I was a little surprised that he was instructing me rather than inviting me, but let it pass. After about 10 minutes, the two entered and sat opposite me on the couch.
Michelle began the conversation by revealing that she and John had devised a plan that would be beneficial to everyone if I agreed. She wanted to return to school to finish her degree, she explained, but was unable to do so because it would mean hiring a nanny/housekeeper - something that they could not afford to do right now. If I agreed to take on that role, she and John would be prepared to let me live in their home and would forego any further child support payments or alimony. I would get room and board and a small stipend and the children would be able to see me more regularly.
I was dumbstruck. I had never considered such a situation and had to admit that all things considered, it made a lot of sense and I told them so.
"Not so fast sonny boy," John interjected.
Sonny boy? I looked at John and then back to Michelle.
"Yes, well there is more to it than that," she said.
Michelle then went on to explain that she had been completely open with John about the reasons for our divorce. He had read all of the doc-uments and the two had spoken at great length about me and my proclivities.
To say that I was instantly embarrassed would be a huge understatement. Of course, I shouldn't have been surprised. Naturally they would have discussed all of this before marrying. But to have it all out in the open like this, suddenly, with no indication of what was coming, was quite something else. My mouth went dry, my pulse quickened and I started to sense a butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach. Where was this going I asked myself?
I didn't have to wait to find out.
It was John's turn to talk. "Steve, this arrangement we are discussing is not a zero-sum gain for us. If you or your work is inadequate, we cannot simply fire you because you will then have no job to pay Michelle what you owe her and we will have no money to afford a replacement."
"I don't understand," I lied, knowing full well what was coming next.
"So rather than firing you when you slip up, we have decided that you will be disciplined," John explained.
"Disciplined??" I stammered.
"Spanked," Michelle cut in.
"That's right," said John. “In fact, this job should be a dream come true for you because for it to work, you must agree to be treated just like the little boy you have clearly always wanted to be. You will be expected to discharge all of your duties like an adult, but you will be under our complete control like a child."
For a moment I was tongue tied. I didn't know what to say. Then, just like when Michelle and I were married, my adrenaline and hormones began to get the better of me. Like a moth attracted to a flame, I couldn't resist delving more and more into the details of what they were proposing, all the while knowing that the more I did, the more I would become ensnared.
"What do you mean when you say 'under your control like a child'?" I asked.
"It's really quite simple," Michelle explained. "We will decide what clothes you wear, who your friends are, what you eat, what time you go to bed... everything that parents decide for little children. And when you disobey, you will be punished accordingly."
"And that means all the time, everywhere," said John. "Don't worry; we won't go out of our way to humiliate you. For example, no loving parent would ever spank their children in the mall..."
"Except maybe for a smack on the bottom," Michelle interjected.
"Well, yes, maybe a swat or two if deserved. But my point is that Steve, if he agrees to this, will not need to worry that this will turn into a public humiliation fest. That's not the point. The point is for him to accept our authority over him at all times - even if that WERE to mean having his pants taken down in a crowded mall."
I gulped. "What about the children?" I asked.
"You mean would you be punished in front of the children? Not gratuitously," said John. "But we are not about to promise that it will never happen. Besides, all of this is really in your hands, isn't it? If you do as your told, and act as you should, you will never discover what we are prepared to subject you to in terms of discipline, will you?"
He had a point. All the same, something was telling me to run away from this deal as fast as possible. But how could I? It real was the perfect arrangement. I got a job, Michelle would be able to go back to school, and I would no longer have to pay support or alimony and would have a roof over my head to boot. And so what if I had to endure a little teasing and play from time to time at the hands of Michelle and her new husband. To be sure, it was embarrassing to be in this position, but it was what I liked.
I agreed.
"OK. We are going to write a contract that each of us will sign," said John. "Be here Saturday morning at 9 am and we'll finalize everything."
I stood up and thanked them both for their time, saying that I hoped this would all work out. I then left to go home and start making plans for my new life.
End of part one.
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Part 2 was posted as a new story in a new thread instead of here where it belongs so I moved it.
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Under the control of my ex wife and her new husband
StevieR.
Joined: 10 Apr 2007
Saturday morning arrived as it always did. I woke up, showered, shaved and dressed and headed over to John and Michelle’s on the bus. As I arrived at their house 10 minutes early I noticed another car in the driveway that I didn’t recognize. I climbed the front step and rang the door bell.
“Well, well, well,” Michelle commented upon opening the door. “I really wasn’t sure that you would go for this. Well, come in then, the others are in the dining room.”
Others? I entered the front hall and started toward the dining room.
“Stop right there!” Michelle ordered. “Take your shoes off and place them neatly at the door!”
Her manner was sweet, but firm. Sheepishly, I bent over to untie my shoes and quickly removed them and placed them where I was told. I then proceeded to where the “others” were and was taken aback to find a woman sitting with John.
Sue Rodriguez! Ten years my junior and Michelle’s crack lawyer. What was she doing here?
“Steve, you’re a little early,” observed John. “I suppose you’re anxious to get started,” he added with a smile.
“You remember my lawyer Sue Rodriguez?” Michelle piped as she followed behind me.
“Umm – Yes, of course I do,” I answered.
Michelle sat with the others at the table. The three stared at me expectantly.
“Well?” Michelle demanded.
“Well what?” I was genuinely confused.
“Well, is that the way you greet a guest in our house? Where are your manners?”
Oh brother, I thought. Being a generally polite person, I would certainly have greeted Sue, if not warmly, then at least respectfully. She was largely the author of my legal downfall, after all, so I could hardly have been expected to give her a hug and a kiss. Now that Michelle had made an issue out of it, however, there was no way that I could say anything friendly without seeming that I was doing so because I had been scolded. I short, just being civil would be embarrassing. Nevertheless, I was determined to make this work.
“Ahh, of course,” I spoke up. “Where are my manners? Good morning Sue, it’s so nice to see you again.”
The three looked at one another before John spoke up.
“Steve, that’s a fib if I ever heard one, but it’s a small one and quite understandable in the circ-umstances, so we’ll let it pass…this time.”
“However,” he continued, “We don’t think that it’s appropriate for you to address adults so informally unless they say you can. In short, it’s not ‘Sue’ to you, but ‘Mrs. Rodriguez’. Is that clear?”
Ouch! I suppose I had to expect this rule, but I really didn’t expect to be taken down a few pegs so quickly, especially in front of someone else – someone that John and Michelle must have known I had very little regard for. They really mean business, I thought to myself. Did I?
I quickly surmised that this was a test – my last chance to back out of our verbal agreement before it became a formal matter of record. I hesitated for half a moment.
“Well?” Michelle asked, her eyebrow raised.
I made my decision.
“Your right,” I answered turning to Sue. “I’m sorry for being impolite Mrs. Rodriguez. Please forgive me.”
There are many people out there who don’t understand how powerful a stimulant humiliation can be. A delicious wave of embarrassment, combined with growing anxiety over what the future held. I was definitely trapped.
“Good,” said John. “Now sit down, we’ve had Mrs. Rodriguez draw up some doc-uments that you will need to go over and sign. She will witness your signature and sign them as well.”
I sat at the table and began to read the contract that had been prepared for me:
Agreement between Steven Richardson, hereinafter referred to as SR and John and Michelle Leclair, hereinafter referred to as JML.
Where as SR is in default of his separation and divorce agreements with my former wife, Michelle Leclair, and whereas lacks the resources to fulfill his obligations under the terms of said agreements, SR and JML agree as follows:
1. Effective immediately, SR will be employed by JML in the position of domestic servant and caregiver to the children. Duties in this capacity will be determined and assigned as needed by either one of JML or their duly appointed representative.
2. In consideration of these services, JML agree to provide SR full room and board including all necessities such as clothing, toiletries, etc, it being clearly understood that the nature of all such items will be determined exclusively by JML or their duly appointed representative.
3. Subject to the rules of discipline (see below) JML agree to provide SR with a weekly allowance consistent with his relationship with them.
4. SR understands and acknowledges that, pursuant to this agreement, he will submit to ALL decisions of JML or their duly appointed representative. For the purpose of clarification, the relationship between SR and JML is to be similar to the relationship between a dependent, pre-teen child and his parents. SR agrees to surrender all decision-making authority to JML consistent with this relationship status.
5. Further to this, SR agrees to submit to all disciplinary decisions made by JML or their duly appointed representative including, but not limited to: grounding, spanking, corner-time, or any other form of punishment consistent with this relationship status.
6. SR further agrees to conduct himself in a polite and respectful to all other people in a manner consistent with his status to all other people.
7. This contract may be terminated by any of the parties, such termination coming into effect immediately upon notification.
8. SR agrees to the full liquidation of all of his personal belongings and assets and appoints JBL as his agents for such purpose. All proceeds for such liquidation will be held in trust by JBL and returned upon termination of this agreement.
Each item was read out loud by Sue – I mean, Mrs. Rodriguez – and I was required to agree to each verbally and initial each as well. I could feel myself turning red as the conditions regarding my relative status were read, especially the part about discipline. Everyone at the table but I smirked at that one.
At the bottom of the contract was today’s date and a place for each of us to sign. I went first, followed a little too eagerly (I thought) by the others.
Once done, we all stood.
“OK,” said Michelle. “I think that the first thing we should do is show you your new room. We had it prepared following our conversation earlier this week. I’m sure you’ll like it. Say good-bye to Mrs. Rodriguez.”
“Good-bye Mrs. Rodriguez,” I said, still embarrassed.
“Good-bye Steven,” she answered. “I certainly hope you enjoy what you’re getting into.” With that she left.
The three of us tramped up the stairs to the bedroom beside John and Michelle’s master bedroom. John opened the door and motioned me in, he and Michelle following close behind.
Oh my God! I thought. The room was decorated in a Flintstones motif. I opened the closet and discovered a small but sufficient wardrobe. In the drawers were other clothes. I was shocked by the degree of preparation that had gone into this. It was also a clear indication of just how serious John and Michelle were about this new arrangement. I didn’t know what to say.
“What’s the matter Steven,?” Michelle asked teasingly. “Cat got your tongue?”
“I don’t know what to say guys,” I responded somewhat sheepishly. “Thank you??”
“Oh, don’t thank us yet young man,” it was John’s turn. “You’ll earn everything you get, both the good and the bad, I promise you.”
“And by the way,” he went on. “We’ve been trying to figure out how you should address us and have decided on the following. When we are alone or with family you are to refer to us as Uncle John and Aunt Michelle. Around strangers Mr. and Mrs. Leclair will be fine. And of course, there’s always sir and ma’am as well. Do you understand?”
“Ah, what do you mean alone or with family?” I asked. “What family?”
“Now Steve, surely you don’t think that we’ll be able to keep this relationship a secret from our families, do you?” Michelle asked.
“To be honest, I hadn’t even thought about it,” I answered.
“Well we won’t,” John explained. “You’re the child and the decision is ours exclusively. Of course, you can always terminate the agreement right now, but before you do, I think that you should know that Michelle and visited with your parents yesterday, along with Kevin and Angela and their young ones, and we told everyone about this. So if you’re thinking of protecting your reputation, it’s a little late.”
John and Michelle were standing with their arms around one another in the doorway watching my reaction closely. I was dizzy. In the space of less than 30 minutes my entire status had changed with everyone. What had I gotten myself into?
I didn’t have long to wait to find out.
John looked at me sternly. “OK young man. If you aren’t planning on walking out the door right now, you have a date with a bath tub. Michelle, could you go start the water while I get our new kid ready?”
Michelle smiled at me as she slipped out of the room and across the hall. I heard the water start running as John turned back to me.
“Steve, you won’t be needing those clothes anymore. We’ve bought you new clothing more appropriate to your place here. Be a good boy and get undressed and give them all to me.”
To be continued
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I guess I should have expected it, but I still felt uncomfortable stripping in front of John and my heart was beating a million miles a minute as I stood before him without a stitch. John smirked as my little soldier twitched a little under his grin.
Putting a firm hand on my naked shoulder he lead me across the hall to the bathroom where Michelle had left the water running. He shut the spigot off an motioned me to sit down in the water. “Steven we want you to set a good example of hygiene for the children” and he proceeded to wash me like a child. For some reason the feeling of no privacy and helplessness were appealing to my submissive fantasies and I felt a stirring. I had never done anything sexual with a man. Sure,. I've found myself getting semi erect in public showers, but then the other men were naked too! He washed my arms, legs, back, chest, feet and finally all around my crotch, finishing with a cloth covered fingered exploring around my bum hole making me yelp to his amusement.
“Son, I’m going to shave you today because in my eyes you are now a 10 year old boy and I expect age appropriate behavior when you have free time in your room. We have appointments set to have it waxed until it doesn’t come back anymore. If you have any plans for the weekend you need to discuss them with Michelle and myself to see if they are suitable and conform to your bedtime.”
I grimaced inwardly with the realization that this arrangement was rapidly looking more and more permanent in ways I had never before considered. He clipped it down and then shaved clean the stubble as I nodded. I had'nt given much thought to my friends, but it wasn't like I was dating anyone since the divorce.
“That didn’t take long, sonny boy, with your soft pudgy skin you really do look pre-pubescent! Michelle is convinced you never made it through adolescence and I’m beginning to think she was right.’ John laughed.
As he wiped me clean with a wet cloth the way he was talking to me started to have an effect and I worried about what John’s reaction would be as I started to harden.
“Oh Stevey Stevey Stevey” he took my semi hard head between his thumb and forefinger and pulled me out straight. I gulped, no man had ever touched me in a sexual way and I was disgusted with my reaction.
“Don’t you know that this is what has gotten you into trouble all along?” He paused and stared into my eyes until I nodded. He worked it around a little until I could feel some prec-um on his big rough fingers. God, it was a starting to feel so good, but..
“John, please no, not like this”
With that.. “AAUUGH!” he squeezed my package.
“That’s UNCLE JOHN or SIR, Stevie. We’ll need to have a talk about what a little boy’s tinkler is for and what we consider acceptable behavior around here. Michelle knows what you like to do and we are not going to have a lot of unsupervised masturbation around here.He continued bearing harder down, especially on my balls
“Ugh, sorry sorry, sorry UNCLE JOHN, sorry UNCLE JOHN, UNCLE JOHN –PLEASE!” He released his grip and I sank back into the water and tried to catch my breath.
“ That’s better, Steven, now step out of there so we can get you dried off. “
He took a big fluffy towel and dried me off all over, and I mean EVERYWHERE. handed me a pair of spider man underpants and a pair of bib overall shorts and a Thomas the Train t shirt that said “A Very Useful Boy”. My sneakers completed the outfit, as I looked in the mirror and against my own will felt a stirring in my pants as a realized how juvenile I looked.
John lead me down to the kitchen where Michelle was seated with a list of chores before her on the table. She had never looked better. She was wearing a low cut blouse and her White Linen mingled with her own natural scent that I remembered so well from our morning’s together before she cut me off. I was still flushed from John’s manhandling of me and I think it aroused him too as he stood behind her and nibbled on her neck.
She ignored him and proceeded “Steven, I’ve made a schedule for how you will be spending most of your time around here. Most of it will be cleaning, but there will some food preparation, mostly for the children. And speaking of the children, we are going make things a little more formal around here, I would like you to refer to Kenney as Master Kenneth until he is 13 at which time it will be “Mister” to you. You can refer to Cindy as Miss Cynthia from now on. You know you haven’t exactly been a model father to them. You’ve slacked off on visitation and never provided a decent role model when you were around.”
This was ridiculous! “Shelley! I agreed to work for you and John, but there is no WAY I’m going to treat my own kids like I’m their SERVANT.”
“THAT”S IT!” She stood up, anger in her eyes as she spit out. “John, you know what to do.
John dragged me roughly by the arm back to my room. I had instantly gone from righteous indignation to fear as I realized John could easily break me in two and also how incredibly angry Michelle seemed. John sat on the bed and bent me over his knee. Holding one are behind my back he unsnapped what I then realized was a pajama like butt flap. He was able to work my tighty spideys down with one finger before he laid into me with his open hand.
Whack whack, whack, he punctuated his smacks with scolding.
“WHAT.. did I TELL.. YOU ..about CALLING.. us..AUNT.. AND.. UNCLE”
Snot was dripping from my nose as I started to cry.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry , SORRY SORRY, PLEASE SORRY.. I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good with the kids, Please sorry, please just give me a chance, please.
It had to be at least 10 minutes of torture, where he only stopped to rest his hand, before he let me up and walked me over to the back corner of the room. I frantically tried to rub the pain out of my stinging behind.
John was still breathing a little heavily himself.“Steven you need to think about what your alternatives are. You are definitely grounded for this weekend. You just stand here and think about how you got here and what is going to happen if you don’t shape up. Keep your hands to your sides and someone will be back to get you in a while”.
I was still shaking as I heard him step out of the room, but in spite of everything or because of everything, my p_nis was throbbing. I had played with myself that morning but I was so aroused, the embarrassment of my situation coupled with all the stimulation was driving me nuts! I wanted to rub it, but dared not after what John said about masturbation,
Just then I noticed some sound in the next room. The door was shut but I could here John and Michelle’s muffled voices and her occasional giggle. I strained to try to hear but it was the opposite wall from the corner I was in. After a few minutes the talking stopped and I could start to hear a tapping sound. The tapping slowly increased in volume until it was a hard thumping. MY GOD. It was the headboard thumping against the wall. They were having sex! My humiliation and beating had turned them ON!
It was really hitting me, I really had lost Michelle for good. She must hate me. I couldn't choke back a pathetic little sob as a fresh tear trickled down my already red and salty face. Even though my stinging red cheeks were exposed in the rear, my underpants were still pulled up over my sticking erection. Just poking hard against the strained cotton.Poking hard, harder, harder, until.... I tensed up as I clenched my fists at my sides and involuntarily ejaculated to the sound and thought of my ex wife and new husband making love in the next room.
I imagined them cuddling in the next room. As the sticky wet spot started to cool down against my smooth skin and receding genital, my stomach went hollow and I shivered as I thought, “How was I going to explain this to my parents?”
An hour later, I almost was asleep on my feet as I was startled by soft foot steps. It was Michelle, I could smell the White Linen and sex emanating from her. She just stood there for what seemed like about 5 minutes.
Finally, “Aww, don't you look so CUTE with red little bottom and your little brown nose up in the corner where it belongs." Another long pause.
"You little shit, this just might just work out. You know, I've never cared much for your mother. I have seen many times how she has coddled you and I strongly suspect that it was her negligence or sloth that allowed you to develop so many colorfully perverse habits. When I was filling your parents in about the juicy divorce, your mom didn't even flinch. Not even when I got to the part about the diapers, although I don't think your father ever wants to ever see you again." My heart sank, as my stomach twisted.
"I'm going to call her now and have a long conversation with her about you and your future. Now pull your pants up and get to work on the laundry.” And she was out of the room before I ever saw her.
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Finding my way down to the laundry room I could not help but notice that the house was even bigger than it appeared from the street. When I arrived in the basemnent Michelle had, or Aunt Michelle I guess now, had left printouts of detailed instructions. I began sorting the piles of dirty clothes in the baskets. There were very few of the childrens since they had arranged for them to be with Michelle's parents for my initiation week. It had been a couple months since I had seen them and they were growing so fast some times I almost didn't recognize them. I looked forward to seeing them more, but wondered if it was really healthy to talk to them the way they were suggesting. Suggesting, heck, demanding. Hopefully we would be discussing what was really in the best interestests of the children.
Sorting the whites I could not help but notice a pair Michelle's soiled panties. Wow, had it been a whole year since I had smelled this scent. My little man started to twitch. She must have really been exercising in this pair. I leaned into the washer. Just a little rub.
A footstep on the floor above broke by reverie. I popped the whites into the washer and set the cycle on and thought to myself, how good it was going to be close to Shelley Belly again. Sure, not as a husband, but being in charge of the laundry was going to be a real plus in this arrangement!
After finishing the laundry I had vacuuming, dishes, toilets, and a little dusting. This weekend I have to change the beds, clean the kitchen floor and cut the grass. Aunt Michelle made sandwiches for lunch and we ordered Pizza for dinner. Of course I did all the clean up. All in all my Aunt and Uncle were half way nice, helping me find where things were and belonged, but other than that, pretty much ignoring me.
After dinner was cleaned up, John pulled me aside. "Steven, I laid out your pajamas for you in your bedroom. Go get changed and brush your teeth. It's almost your bedtime." I looked at the clock. 7:45 PM."Before you get tucked in, we need to have a little talk about sex, Son".
That did not sound good. I scurried up to my room. Where did they find Sesame Street pajamas in my size?
John came up and sat down on the bed an motioned me to sit next to him. He looked me seriously in the eye. "Steven, your Aunt and I are very concerned about your sex habits and your influence on the children.You know I have grown very close to them and care deeply for both of them?"
I nodded my head.
"Well, you need to know that after your last visitation after he came home Kenney was asking why daddy was looking at naked people on the computer."
"J..Uncle John, it was an accident and it just happened once!" Damn it Kenney he promised not to tell!
The steely look in his eyes told me he wasn't buying it.
"Well you don't have to worry about that around here. Your computer is stored away and everything else is either at the Salvation Army or the Dump. But that type of behavior will be intolerable around here, do you understand that?"
I nodded. Looking up at him in these juvenile pajamas really was making me feel like a little kid. And I felt sick about another revelaton, and this was pretty serious.
"Your Aunt and I have decided you can play with yourself one time a day. It has to be in your room and it is the only time you will be allowed to have your door closed. I know this has been a hard day for you, so if you want to, go ahead, right now"
"In front of you?"
"Yes, we don't want you up all night doing it. You've got a lot of responsibilities around here to earn your keep. You can do it right before lights out or when you get up in the morning, your choice."
God I was so horny, the room, the pajamas, the way he kept talking down to me. I turned my eyes away from him and started rubbing myself. It was so hard to do it in front of him, but I thought about Aunt Michelle's panties. John stood up and stood by the door, as I lay back on my back and brought my legs up a little. I tried not to think of John in the room, but I did think about him spanking me. How scared and mad he made me at the same time. I thought about the panties again. I pictured John sliding them off of her. About him bathing me!
And I spurted and it felt SO good. Uncle John handed me a box of tissues from the dresser. "Steven, masturbation is a nasty habit that all little boys go through until they become young men and grow out of it. Please try to keep your pants clean. As I mentioned, personal hygiene is going to be very important for you around here." And he turned and walked out. I had a little trouble getting to sleep that night.
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Sunday morning I awoke with Aunt Michelle opening my curtains as Uncle John, standing over me and the bed pulled the covers down to my knees. "Looks pretty clean Shelly." The blue sheets would have easily exposed any stray semen. They both glanced over at the waste basket with it's one wadded up tissue. I was about to sit up, when Uncle John reached down and pinching the elastic band of my spideys slowly peeled the front down turning it over to expose the inside of the fly material.
"Steven, I'm proud of you for behaving yourself over night, but look at this." He said tapping his index finger on a small yellow spot where an erratn pee spot had dried from when I had gone to the toilet during the night. "Is that clean hygiene?"
I did not want the day to get off to a bad start. "I'm sorry Uncle John, I must not have shaken well enough".
Aunt Michelle interjected, "He just needs to wipe his little pee pee, like his Mommy taught him". It's true, Mom didn't think I ever had enough to shake. So she had a way of using her thumb and forefinger to squeeze out the last drops into a bit of toilet paper untiil it was all gone.
"Aunt Michelle! Just what all did you talk to my Mom about?"
"Lots of things, Steven. Like never before during our marriage, that's for sure. Like John, did you know that Steven's mommy always let him in the bathroom with her until he was 14. I'm sure that's where he learmed to spy on me all the time, especially the WIPING. Right Stevey"? looking me right in the eyes with a wicked smile. I could feel the heat of my face, I'm sure I was red as a beet, how could she talk this way in front of John? I looked down, at least this talk of my Mom was making me so sick, I wasn't giving them the satisfaction of getting hard. "Well there are of lot of things we discussed, but little boys don't have to worry about them, they just need to do what they are told, right?" I nodded my head.
With a look of disgust, John let my undwear snap up, Ouch. He helped me out of bed and smacked me on the bottom, more playful than mean, but it was still a little tender. "Go use the potty and get dressed and then get downstairs and help your Aunt with breakfast."
"Yes Sir".
"I've got a golf game this afternoon and I need to get out of here. Hey maybe Steven could caddy for me some time." Oh great, I scurried off to the bathroom.
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That afternoon, after I had emptied them hampers and was preparing the wash, I noticed that Michelle must have cleaned out her locker at the gym as there were several garments and it was clear they had all been well worn. I had a load towels and linens running. I wanted everything to be in order when the children returned on Monday. A particular black leotard had captured my attention this day. I had heard jokes about housewives using the vibration of their washers and dryers to achieve satisfaction. Ok, maybe this was cheating but it felt, Oh so good and I could imagine myself down between Michelle's legs. I was so hard I could flick myself back and forth across the corner of the washer. I was doing a little twist dance. Back and forth, back and forth. Wait, I was getting wet. I stopped and found a tissue and put it down my front and resumed.
Suddenly, I heard Michelle coming down the stairs, so I through the leotard in a basket and started to set up the ironing board.
"Hello Steven, are you getting to like our basement?" A strange comment.
"Sure Aunt Michelle."
"We never had a basement in either of our ranch houses did we, Steven?"
"No?"
"But you had a basement growing up didn't you?"
"Uh huh"
"Your Mom says you spent a lot of time in the basement growing up."
"Yes we had a rec room down there, We played the stero pretty loud in high school."
" I'm not talking about that and you know it." She glanced over at the basket. "So why are my filthy leotards sitting on top of the clean towels? Did you have some plans for them later? Hmmm? Maybe a little date? " She giggled, she didn't seem to be mad at all.
She picked them up and hung the crotch in front of my face like she hated touching them. "Well gee whiz Stevey, I'm sorry I don't have any CHORAL PAJAMAS for you."
"What?"
"You know, CHORAL colored PJ's. Your sister's discarded CHORAL PAJAMAS."
I went white. How could she know about that? How could my Mom have even remembered that. I must have been 9 years old. It was summer and I found them on a shelf in the laudry room. All wadded up but the color caught my eye. It was almost pink, like panties. They were kind of silky and they smelled a little like my older sister. They made me feel strange. They were not all the feminime, the bottoms coming half way down my calves and a little embroidery on the top. A magical feeling I could not understand. I was not alone in the house but I actually stripped naked and put them on. I couldn't help myself once I got that feeling. I snuck over to the far corner of the basement. It was after I put them on that I even realized this good feeling being localized in my wee wee. I found that if I pushed it back between my thighs, sort of squatting, I could pull it back out by straightening up a little, and OH GOD THE FEELING. My first addiction. Thank goodness I wasn't producing any sperm or I would have been found out much sooner. But then one day my Mom came down and caught me in the act. I was sure she was as mortified and I was as she told me to put them away and get upstairs and nothing else was said. But the old pajamas stayed right there on the shelf, so of course, how could I stop. Then one day at breakfast, I can't remember if my Dad was in earshot, but in front of my sisters for sure she says "So Stevie, what is it you are doing with the Choral Pajamas in the basement. Whatever was said at that moment, I cannot remember. I have sublimated it but it was only one moment of sexual humiliation anguish I was to feel in my life.
The Pajamas finally disappeared, on a trip to the Good Will I'm sure. But then after my older sister left home at 17, I got to move into her room. I soon discovered that no one had moved all of her diaphonous baby doll and other such nighties that she had long since out grown from a bottom drawer of the dresser I was supposed to be using.. They must have been too sissy (or inappropriate with me around) for my younger sister to wear. I took them to my first apartment when I finally moved out. What else did Mom tell her?
She broke my reverie, "Steven you've been getting into trouble your whole life, haven't you."
"I guess I really have, I'm really sorry I haven't lived up to your expecations of me."
"Well that's old news, you sure put up a pretty good front when we were dating. I guess I didn't know anything back then." She threw the leotard into an empty basket. "You know, John would beat your ass if he knew you were sniiffing my underwear. He's such a real man he hasn't even given your laundry duties a thought. I told him to go easy on you last time, but he was so pissed when he heard about your last visitation and I can't blame him. He is not that crazy about you being that close to me, can you believe that, he's jealous. But more than that he really cares for the kids, so you better not screw this up. And it wouldn't kill you to throw in a Maam every now and then. If John heard how familiar your are being right now it would be a problem"
"Yes Maam".
"I'll tell you what. You've been a good sport. It's hard to tell with your baggy litte Osh Kosh's but I'm willing to bet you've got a pretty good little stiffie going there.' I nodded. "Well look what we've got for you." She walked over to the furnace and pulled an old bean bag chair out from behind it.
"Let's go over in the corner and have some fun." She kicked a few things aside and laid it out. "Ok, let's see it. You know what to do" She pulled the straps down off my bib and pulled my t shirt over my head. "This will be our littel secret, I wont tell John, if you behave yourself the next couple days." I pulled my underpants down and the tissue feel out. "Oh you have a little pad, are you on your period?" She giggled. I laid back on the bean bag."Go ahead, I want to see it". I started to twiddle the end the way I love the most.
"No, that's not it, do it the way you did it the first time she caught you". I pushed it back between my legs."Oh I see, now you're a girl, maybe we need to get you panties". And I started pulling it back out. Push in, flex out, Push in flex out. "HA HA HA, your Mom said it was the strangest thing she ever saw, she'll never forget it and I dont' think I will either! Your first masturbation and your Mom catches you doing it like a WOMAN!"
I spurted between my thighs. It wasn't quite what I like to do, but I was glad to please Michelle. It was running down my legs. "Here get cleaned up". She walked over and pulled a small videocam off the top of the furnace and switched it off. "Back to work, Sonny boy, and no more sniffing. Got that?"
"Yes Maam".
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The children arrived late Monday morning after John had left for work. I hadn't thought about it before, but I was kind of jealous of his high paying job. I always felt like it was really important to set a good example for the children of Daddy who got up, went out and worked hard for an honest living. Since I lost my job I have been on downward spiral, where my esteem is low, so I indulge my fantasies to escape and I do my little thing and a minute later I feel even worse.
I didn't have anything but little boy clothes and did not want to face Michelle's parents anyways with what they knew about the divorce. Aunt Michelle let me hide upstairs in my room. I couldn't close my door, so I hid behind my bed when I heard luggage being moved in the hall. I heard her know it all Mom going on and on about how wonderful the children were and how WONDERFUL it was to have John in there life. Great. They probably spoiled the children rotten.
Finally, I heard there LEXUS pull away and Michelle called me down. "All safe now Stevey!"
I bounded down the stairs with my eyes tearing up. I had missed them so. "Ken--!"
"STEVEN", Aunt Michelle interrupted me.
"uh Master Kenneth" so good to see you, as I hugged him Kenny looked a little confused but hugged me back. Both he and Cindy kept looking back at Michelle as she smiled and nodded. Cindy was just starting to talk. It felt so good to sit together and chit chat about all the things they had done with grandma and grandpa. However everytime Miss Cindy would say Da DA, Michelle would put her finger to her lips and shake her head a little, still smiling and keeping everything a happy family reunion.
Michelle was just setting up a video for Cindy and Kenney was going through the toy shelves on the other side of the family room. I was just about to go upstairs to start unpacking their bags when all of a sudden, "Steven, let's play ball".I was shocked to hear his little voice address me that way. My jaw must have dropped because Michelle, beaming down on us both with a big smile for Kenny as she had obviously coached him, interjected. 'Sure, you boys take the ball outside and kick it around for a bit while I start lunch."
We had a wonderful lunch together. It felt great to play with Ken, well Master Kenneth, and get to spend some time with him, but I felt alot more comfortable cleaning up and getting back to the house work that afternoon. A little after 4 John came home early to see the kids. As he walked through the door master Kenneth came flying down from his room and Miss Cynthia ran all the way from the family room, both shouting, DADDY, DADDY, DADDY, DADDY." as they wrapped their arms aournd his legs and he walked them around the room with them sitting on his feet, all laughing together.
I made it as far as the downstairs bathroom and spent the next 10 minutes emptying our lovely lunch back into the toilet. I heard John take the kids outside and Michelle appeared at the bathroom door. I must have looked pretty pathetic on my knees in front of the potty.
"Steve you can spend the rest of the evening up in your room, and John has given you permission to shut the door. We'll take care of putting the kids to bed tonight." As I flushed and stood to leave she added. "I know this is hard for you, but it will get easier. John has to go out of town for a couple days. That will help you settle in a little, I'm sure of it. And you'll have a lot more time with the kids when I go back to school in the fall." The shut door let me have a good cry without upsetting the children. I guess I could have tried to face the situation and spend a little more of the night back with the kids, but instead, I tried NOT to masturbate. I laid on my back and I thought about everything that had happened. What had I lost. A few possessions. What good is personal freedom with no money. But this is John's money. What are my parents going to say. About 4:30AM I slipped my underpants down and for the second time in 30 years, I pushed my little tip down between my thighs..and let it slip back up..and pushed down, and back up, down up down up......
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That morning I awoke to the sound of voices in the next room. My underpants were still pulled down. My goodness, I fell asleep before I ever came. The voices caught my attention.
It sounded like John and Michelle were having a heated discussion about something. Michelle sounded frustrated, I could barely make something out about "no time yesterday with his golf", "like you did on Saturday". I put my ear to the wall. "not since Saturday and you're going away for half this week!"
"Look honey I need to get to work and I just don't have time for this now." Then I heard their door shut and John moving to the bathroom so I slipped back over to my bed. This was great! I KNEW if I played my cards right there would be some way to get Shelly back. Maybe their marriage aint SO perfect. Maybe THAT's why she wants ME around here.
Just then the two of them burst though my door.
Michelle was wearing a thin white low cut chemise with a thin matching cover up and she looked flustered. John just had on his boxers and, Wow, I was in awe of his body. He greeted me, "Good Morning Steve, I see you have your underpants down, didn't you have your fun last night?." Oh jeez, the smell of Michelle in the morning and all of us with so little on, I started to twitch and firm up.
John inspected the sheets as Michelle checked the waste basket and a couple drawers. She seemed impatient and kept darting angry glances at John. I didn't know what was up, but I liked it. "Well Steven everything looks clean and nice in here. Michelle, any evidence of bad behavior"
Michelle, looked forlorn, shutting the last drawer. "Nothing, But why don't you check his underpants and check the back too, he never learned to wipe back there all the way either."
As John slipped my underpants all the way off and turned them inside out, I was now fully stiff. By my calculations, I was going to get to c-um this morning and if they were going to quarell, all the better. This was looking to be a great start to the day!
"Honey they are completly clean. see" see, I thought. "Now I really have to get in the shower and get going."
Michelle, let out an audible sigh as she looked down at the floor and as her gaze slowly returned up towards me. Did I see a little smirk.
"You know John, I didn't want to get you upset, but yesterday, Little Steven and I had a little accident yesterday when he was doing his chores". What?
"What?" he said.
"Well I was taking a shower after my workout and Steven came in an put away clean towels." That never happened! There was NOBODY upstairs when I put away the towels. "I'm not sure, and I'm sure it was an accident, but I think he may have seen me, you know, seen my private parts" She faked a little sheepishly.
John grabbed my arm an looked me in the eyes. It was scary. "OH Stevey, you should know better. I guess I'm just going to have to teach you some respect for your Aunt's privacy around here."
"Wait Uncle John, " As he sat down an pulled me over his knee, my little hard on bobbing around, I looked up at Michelle over his shoulder as she silently, imploringly mouthed the words "PLEASE" to me. At that moment, I realized I was going to get it no matter what happened so I decided I better just go a long it.
"It was an accident, Uncle John and I didn't see ANYTHING. I mean Sir, even if I was looking, which I WAS'NT, the glass was frosted and all steamed up.
"The children are still asleep. I'll go shut the door to their wing, Oh, and John, I'll be in the bedroom if you need anything."
Giving him the sweetest and yet seductive smiles and bending down to give us both a Huge look at her ample cleavage
and Michelle was gone.
John started to smack me, AUGHH, I still had one litte bruise from Saturday. AUGHH jeez. ..sob "SIR, I'm sorry" eh huh huh
"I promise.." AUGHGG, "I promise" AUGHH "I promise to be more care ful:. AUGH AUUGHH.
I must have been pretty red at both ends as he slowed the pace and I realized I had been rubbing my little thing againt his boxers and then his bare thigh as they rode up with his efforts.
I think he felt bad for me as he calmed down to patting and even a little gentle rubbing. I noticed that I wasn't smelling Michelle who was back at the door transfixed on the other side of the room, but something more masculine and it wasn't coming from me. I was getting pretty close to personal satisfaction as he let me move a litle on his lap. And then.
I felt IT. IT was pushing up into my stomach. Spanking me was turning him on! I spurted!
John was eyeing Michelle with a hungry look and she had the Cheshire cat grin. I don't know if he noticed his manhood pushing into my stomach or if he even noticed when I came, but I tried to wipe off his thigh with my t-shirt as he stood and let me slip to the floor.
"Hon, I guess I'm going to be a little late for work."
As they slipped out the door, Michelle backed up to tell me. "Steven please keep the children away for an hour" and then very softly "thanks, I'll make it up to you."
The door to the master bedroom was closed, CLICK, I guess they didn't trust me and I was treated to another headboard concerto with a lovely soprano solo that had me turning up the clock radio in my room just in case the children were waking.
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I was getting a little better picture about what my place was in this relationship.I guess it could be worse. Actually, the whole thing was making me horny all the time. I missed my computer, but I was starting to feel a lot more responsible as a parent, spending more time with the kids.
The kids got up to see John off and the rest of the day was pretty much chores as Michelle took the kids to the park and back to spend the afternoon in the backyard with a big plastic wading pool. She looked so good in her 1 piece and she was SO NICE to me all day. Big smiles every time I served drinks or snacks. Calling me out to see some funny thing thing the kids were doing, although she usually checked in with me on my chore progress at these times. One thing that bothered me though was the way Master Kenneth was getting into the habit of giving me orders. I mentioned this to Aunt Michelle. "I'm worried that they are not going to learn good manners."
"Hmm, you may be right. Kenney." He stopped playing with a water pail and looked up. "Kenney, please try to be nicer to, Steven. It's more polite to ask than tell."
"Yes, Mommy."
"See, is that better Sweetie. Now do us a favor and go start the grill....please?" I love her smile. Off I went.
That night after the kids were in bed Michelle came up behind me while I was doing the dishes and pressed herself into me.
"What a great day, Steve" I had to agree. "You know I promised you something special and I really meant it" Oh boy.
She put her arms around me and I could feet her hot breath on my neck and her breasts pressing in to my back. "Stevie, when you finish the dishes, and after you take the trash out. turn the downstairs lights out, oh and don't forget to recharge my I-Pod. Um, well after all that..I want you to go up to your room and take off all your little boy clothes, because I have a surprise for you I KNOW you're going to like" And off she went.
When I finally made it up to my room, there were just a couple of night lights on and the room had a soft pastel feel, almost like candle light.What really caught my attention was an additon to the furniture. Next to the chest of drawers was a wide low plastic table, with a thick plastic pad on top of it.
I would have recognized it for a changing table in any event but the stack of adult sized disposable diapers, powder, baby oil, rash cream and vaseline left no doubt.
What I didn't get were a bunch of over sized pillows stacked next to it.
I stripped and sat down on the pad. The plastic intensified the residual heat in my well spanked fanny. My heart was beating fast. This was so different from any time I had gotten her to play baby during our ill fated marriage.
Then she appeared in the doorway in floor lengh black chemise, cut low in the front and slit high up one side.She had a cooler in one hand which she sat down next to the pillows.
"I told you I would make it up to you, baby" She smiled sweetly and gently pushed me down and kissed me on the lips and as she did she held my peeny gently in her hand. Oh it felt so good.
"Shelley". She put her other finger to my lips and mouthed no.
"Aunt Michelle" Again with the finger
"It's ok baby, it's just Mommy here".
"Mommy you don't have to do this"
"I know baby, I want to" and she leaned over and gave me a kiss like the first time we dated.
"Here lay back", She pulled a warm bottle of milk out of the cooler and put it to me lips."Drinky, baby"
I took it in my hands and slurped on the nipple and she proceeded to give me slowest most erotic diapering of my life. She must have carressed every part of me below the waste 100 times with powder and oil. I had long since finished the bottle as she brought me close several times. Squeezing me at the base if she sensed I was getting close. I could tell she was using the premature ejaculation excercise we had learned in marriage counseling. It made me feel so close to her.
Once diapered she pulled the plastic pants up my legs and then switched on a nursery rhyme tape. She pushed me back down on the table and as she lay down next to me I understood the pillows. We made out a little and then she pulled one of her breasts out of the top of her gown and proceeded to push her nipple to my lips. She stroked my neck and hair and her long hair hung down over both of us. She would bring a new bottle out and dribble warm milk, first one on one tit for me to lick off, put is away in her gown, and repeat the same thing with the other. Time stopped for me.
The tape looped. The taple looped over again. I counted 4 bottles, each tasting a little less like milk and a little more like formula. My world became her chest and the smell of her body and perfume. If I started to doze or seem to lose interest, she would pat the front of my plastic pants and lick my face, or rub her hand making crinkly sounds with the plastic pants and baby talk into my ear.
Slowly the urge to c-um was supplanted by the need to pee. And she sensed it as she pressed down on my bladder."It's ok baby, wet yourself. Do it, lambchop. Make your wee wees" She used to hate this. Finally I relaxed at let go. She put her right leg over me so we both could feel the heat.
And she just held me with my face to her breast as we both dozed off.
When I awoke, she was sitting in the rocking chair smilling at me in the near dark. I diaper was cold and wet and clammy.
"Aw poor baby, needs change. Don't worry Mommy's here and she's going to make little baby feel ALL better."
My little soldier started to stand up as she stood from the chair. "But Steve, before we go to bed" -WE go to bed, YES- "there something I need to discuss with you."
She walked over and kneeled down and started patting my sodden diaper.
"Steve you know how much John love this kids" pulling my plastic pants down, slowly dragging her hand firmly across my front. She had my attention.
"Yes"
"And I think you can see how attached the kids have become to him". she undid the tape strips and slowly peeled back the sodden front and just left everything exposed to the air. I felt vulnerable as the cold air hit my swelling bits.
"Yes hon, but" she stopped me with one finger on my lips and with the other hand, her thumb and forefinger on my pee pee. She worked it around until a little prec-um glistened on the head and lubed her fingers. The smell of my stale pee filled the room. Michelle ignorred it, but it was really turning me on. It really smelled like the kid's nursery.
"Steve if you really want to be my baby, you need to let go of your pride." My pride was big enough for her to slip 3 fingers around now. "we all know what you have to do. John wants to adopt the children but he can't unless you give up your paternal rights."
"MICH...." She squeezed the base of my pen-is and shoved a naked breast in my mouth.
"And baby, I want it too, I want my husband to be the REAL father of my children. He is in every other way. Don't you see that?" I had tears in my eyes as I peered at her over her imposing chest." She started to twiddle me again JUST the way she knows I love!
"Please honey, promise me you'll just think about it. You know its best for the children. You know it's the right thing to do."
I tearfully nodded yes and she went to town with 3 fingers on my pee pee and three on my ball sack from the other hand. I was out of control, I felt hours of pent up desire bubbling to the tip of my guy. "OK, I'll think about it" And just as she managed to get all four fingers around the shaft, I spurted 3 ropes, 2 feet into the air, one caught her face, the second across her breasts and the third streamed down her black chemise.
I collapsed on to my back and Michelle looked satified as she started to clean up our mess with baby wipes.
As I calmed down and gathered my wits. "Michelle, I don't now about this."
"Steven, your mother is coming over to visit tomorrow. We'll talk again after she leaves" And with that, she was out the door and I heard the door to the master bedroom shut. I found some PJ's and climbed in to bed. I slept deeply that night.
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I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed until I remembered the subject of our discussion. There was no way I was going to give up the children. Now that I was spending more time with them I realized how important our relationship was. Breakfast went well although Aunt Michelle was very distant. The children were excited about seeing their "Nana" as the last year had been pretty rocky with visitation. I was hoping there would be no confrontation between Aunt Michelle and my mother.
Michelle's parents had always looked down on our family and felt that I can been a poor choice as husband. Michelle had done her best to mediate but in the end tended to be a little condescending to my mother. I dreaded having her see me like this. I think she could understand the houskeeping role, but there was no explaining the overall shorts.
Later than morning when I heard the doorbell, Aunt Michelle stopped my before I could answer it. "Steven, don't you have some upstairs chores to keep you busy? I will take care of entertaining your mother."
I nodded and headed upstairs to make the beds and start on the bathrooms. I listened at the hallway and was almost startled by how pleasant the exchange was between the two ladies of my life. Aunt Michelle aplogized for the long draught of visitation with the kids and my mom was completely understanding. She brought belated birthday and Christmas gifts for the children and I could hear the chorus of "NANA, NANA, NANA" when the kids greeted her in the family room.
Around noon Aunt Michelle called me down to the kitchen. Everthing was laid out as lunch had already been prepared. "Here's a sandwich, you can eat this in the garage. I want you to work outside on the yard this afternoon." And I was out the door to cut the grass and do some trimming. I could hear singing and laughter inside. I was glad that my mom was getting some time with the kids, but I felt that I should be there too, and it was clear that Aunt Michelle was keeping me completely apart.
By mid afternoon the yardwork was done and Aunt Michelle brought me a big glass of lemonade and had me strip naked next to the baby pool.. She used the garden hose to clean me off in the grass and even though it was embarrassing to be outside that way it felt great to cool off. Then with a hard slap on the buttocks she sent me naked streaking up to my room to put on some clean clothes. I had to run through the family room where the children laughed, and pointed. Then I stepped on a Lego and trying to avoid Master Kenneth's castle I tripped and fell. Master Kenneth laughed and started chanting "Stevie's in his NAkies, Stevie's in his Nakies" and of course Miss Cynthia began to chim in.Being naked outside felt so naughty, I had actually started to stiffen a little before and being downstairs in the family room naked wasn't helping anything. I put my hand over my offending organ and ran up the stairs to my children's laughter and delight.
I was almost laughing myself as I rounded the corner to my room, when I almost ran face to face into my mother. She looked startled, I guess since I almost hit her.
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"Hello Steven" She was dressed to the nines, I'm sure to make a good impression on Michelle. In her heels she stood a good 3 inches over me and cowering nude before her I felt a little speechless.
"Hi mom." no hug.
"So what do you have to say for yourself? Why are you trying to cover your pee pee? I see you've lost all your pubic hair."
She was frowning now and I began to see how tired she looked. I was so glad she had had a nice day with the children and to see her getting along so well with Aunt Michelle. This could only bolster our resolve to stand firm on the paternity rights issue.
I knew Mommy would back me up.
"Mom, do you mind if I put some clothes on"
"Move your hand. I want to see it."
"MOM!"
'Move your hand" I did and it stuck straight out. Right at my own mother.
"You haven't changed a bit." Looking around my room she found a ruler with my Bob the Builder play set and tapped it in her palm.
"OK hand's up" Oh..my.. god.
"Mom?" I put my hands behind my head and..Auugh!
"Is that how your father did it?" I wilted visibly had I hopped in pain wanting to rub it but remembering the beatings I got in my teens. I nodded tearfully at her.
She lifted it to hit me again and I cringed. "Mommy, Mommy"
She took me in my arms. I could see tears running from her eyes and I made wet spots all over the front of her satin beige blouse with mine.
"It's ok, honey, it's OK, we can talk now."
Running her hands over my bottom, "I see your uncle has taken you to the woodshed a couple times already"
"I think it's part of the rent, Mom."
Frowning down at me, "Look at you, look at what you have become." I couldn't think of anything to say.
Finally, unable to take her angry stare, "But look at the bright side, Mom, we're getting to see the children so much more now." With that her face brightened a little.
"That's true, I've missed them so. You know they are the only good thing to come out of your life."
"I know, Mom".
"No, honey, you don't know. With your sisters gone, and you, you , well..Steven, they are all I have left.!" She clutched my arm."That's why it's so important that you go along with Michelle's plans."
"WHAT?" ouch she pinched hard on my arm with her grip.
"You IDIOT, don't you see? This is my only chance to be a part of their family. I've seen more of Kenney and Cindy today than I did for a year and a half with YOU in charge, and if we just continue with the plan they've laid out, Michelle has guaranteed that I will have UNLIMITED visitation in the future AND she's willing to put it in writing."
"But MOM.."
"Don't but Mom, me! Don't you see this is your last chance. I can't bail you out again in the future. Your father has cut you out of the will so you can consider yourself half disowned" My mom was crying and I was about to join her again.
"Why don't you put on some underpants on." I found a clean pair of batman's and put them on. "Your father, or I guess ex-father, is also threatening me with divorce." He had never seemed to care much about the grandchildren, but then again, he never seemed to care much for me growing up either. I felt about 2 inches tall.
"I'm not giving them up, I'm their father, and hell if I'm going to let John take that away from.."
Smack! She slapped me so hard I saw stars.
"You just don' t get it. You think this is all about you. Well you're wrong. You're getting what you want, with your 'little baby games' sitting up here playing with your little pee pee just like you have your whole stinking life. But, I'm sick of it. I used to feel sorry for you, I tried to help you grow up. I worked so hard to potty train you and you fought me all the way. I tried to boost your self confidence during puberty, you know what happened. But now I just can't muster the energy to care." She grabbed my left ear lobe and jerked over to the bed and pulled me down until I was bent over with my nose jammed into the bedspread. She knelt down close to my ear and hissed, "and if you don't...if you don't sign those papers...I swear, I'll go the authorites and tell them what happened with your little sister, and with these new laws, good luck with the statute of limitations"
And she was gone. I lay on the bed shivering. I had put that out of my mind. Like it never had happened. No one had said anything for years. It was forgotten. Why was my entire past being dregded up from the toilet.
I heard them down in the front hall. "No thank you, Michelle. I've got to get Marley's dinner started at home. It's been a lovely day and I can't wait to return. Good Bye and thank you again"
"Our pleasure, Nana come back soon. Kids, say bye to Nana"
"Bye Nana, Bye Nana."
The door shut and Michelle ascended the stairs. As the appeared in the doorway, arms folded. "We'll?"
Ashen faced, I just nodded.
"I thought so. You'll be fine. Will you be joining us for dinner?"
I couldn't look her in the eyes. I just shook my head.
She shut the door.
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I was up tossing and turning until the wee hours of the morning. I had not dozed off for long when I was awakened by Aunt Michelle opening my curtains. She was wearing a long white nightgown and as the sun streamed through the window it also streamed through her nightgown as she bent over to lock my drawers. "Morning sweetie! It's going to be a VERY specail day. Baby stevie gets to wear his nappies ALL day until Daddy get's home. I wll be watching the childrenYou can wear that T-shirt but give Auntie Shell your dirty under pants. That's it, over on the table, now."
I felt like I had a hangover. Maybe it was the sun from yesterday but I felt flushed and fevered. "Here's breakfast." Two baby bottles of milk and a granola bar. At least they looked cold. It was a pretty perfunctory diapering. A few love strokes with the oil, but tape me up, plastic panties, and slap on the bottom. No baby talk. "Now honey, you can stay in your room unless you want the children to see you in your diapers, but you have to leave the door open."
"Do you understand that, Steven"
"Yes. Auntie.
I spent the morning reading a stack of teen magazines that were left in my room along with a bunch of expectant mother magazines. I didn't even know there was such a market for such magazines. I did discover leafing through them many, to me, erotic pictures or partially clad and fully nude bulging pregnant women along with nursing pictures exposing breasts that would never make it in prime time. Of course to counter my boredom how could I resist a little gentle stroking of the front of my plastic pants. Since I never got my morning potty, i was pretty wet my mid morning when I heard the front doorbell ring.
I heard Michelle talking with someone and then the door shut. Shorty after that she appeared in my doorway wearing a bikini I had never seen before. Well I guess you could call it a bikini. Two triangles of fabric over her nipples and one below that did not even contain her dark pubic hair. "Honey, I bet you're pretty wet by now. Are you ready for change?"
"Yes please!"
"Did you make a poopie?"
I shook my head no.
"Do you need to make one?"
Again no.
"Ok, then get your panty butt up here." She smiled.
This was more like it. Lot's of special attention.Lot's of baby wipes, front, sides back, under the little sac, circles around the sac, Playing with my butt when my legs were up. Special touching. She smelled good, I could tell she had worked out by the moisture in her hair around her face. She must not have showered yet. Mmmm, getting hard.
She got me all cleaned up and was just putting a clean diaper under me.
"Honey, you won't believe where John and I went last Thursday? We decided to stop in for drink at Hannigan's. Most of the old gang was there and guess who asked about you? Sean Morley."
Sean was a good guy. A little pudgy, but we had been drinking buddies since high school. "he asked about you and I told him you were staying here now." Just then Sean stepped into the room.
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"Wow!"
"I told Sean I was busy with a diaper change but he didn't seem to mind." Sean could not decide if he wanted to stare at my bizzare furnishings or Michelle's practically naked body. "He even said he wanted to watch Mummy change Baby's diaper."
There I was, on my back, naked from the waste down, legs up in the air, sporting a 3 inch stiffy leaking with a big drop of prec-um pushing out the top.
"Nice room, dude, we missed you during football season this year.'
"uh Hi, Sean"
"Shell filled me in about the divorce. So you're really into this stuff! Ha Ha Always knew you were a major perv, but this is something else!" Sean and I had jerked off to porno movies together when his wife was out.
"Yes, Sean called this morning and I think it's important that you have some friends to play with, so I invited him over. When you finish your grounding you can still go out with your friends, you know. He got here just in time for your nappy change, and guess what honey" she was rubbing the front of Sean's pants."He agreed to help Mummy give Baby his changy".
Sean was loving it. His wife was pretty heavy and he had always been jealous of Michelle. The smell of her pussy was stronger than my diaper pail and everyone was breathing heavily.
"I did all the hard part, here you just need to rub some powder in to baby's bottom" She lifted my legs and handed them to Sean and she stepped aside and started rubbing HIS butt. Sean sprinkled some powder and started to gently rub my butt. I could feel the heat on my face, i just wanted to c-um and get this over with.
Now she was rubbing Sean's front and he was tented out pretty good with a wet spot the size of a quarter on his khakis. I gulped and looked at the wall as Sean started working some baby oil into my pee pee.
"Well, I can see that you boys have a lot to catch up on. I have to get back to my children. I'll just shut the door, and Sean, you can let yourself out when your done. Nice seeing you again, stop by any time."
"God she is hot. You are SO lucky. I would love to hit her up."
"She's not my wife anymore." Sean had stopped rubbing me and I was starting to get mad if he wasn't going to finish me off.
"Hey you remember how we used to complain how our wives would never suc-k our coc-ks."
"Sure, back when we use to jack to porno in your basement." I moved my had up to touch my aching stiffy. What the heck the doors shut.
"No you don't" he said pulling my hand back and pinning my arm over my head. "Little babies shouldn't try do grown up things for themselves" He climbed up and put his left knee over my right arm and held my left hand with his left. with his right hand he grabbed my nuts between his palm and hit lower 3 fingers leaving his thumb and index to grasp and twiddle my shaft and head. God it felt so good.
He continued. "I remember how you suggested we get some fags to suc-k us off. You made it sound like you could get the gays at work to do you. I'm sorry, I doubt that looking at the size of it." His hand came off my sex and moved to his zipper.
"Remember my coc-k, Stevie." He fished it out of his tighty whities, what a nerd. It looked like about 31/2 inches semi hard, cut (thank god).I think he was pretty nervous. He didn't even take out his balls.
"Come on Sean, we're not gay." He inched it closer. He was on top of me. He was really excited. He smelled like a porn shop video booth and his prec-um was almost leaking.
"Come on little baby Stevie." He put his hand back on me. "Little babies need their pacifier" he put it against my lips.He swivilled his hips and gloxssed my lips with his prec-um."Come on little sissie's that like diapers and plastic pants and sit in their little boy room's and masturbate have to do what they are told." He played with the prec-um on my dic-k and I gasped (we was as good as Michelle at hand). "And if you don't, I might not diaper you. What do you suppose will happen if John comes home and finds you running around naked". He laughed.
As I opened my mouth to protest, he just pushed gently in. "Shawwab, ahb dahntb wabba dah thab" and my mouthing him gave him the stimulation to firm up and then it hit me. Oh god, I like this.
I started to suc-k on it and he pumped a little.
"Oh Man this is great! You are really good at this" that turned me on, his hand felt so good.
Neither of us lasted that long, but I held off until I could taste his bitterness mingle with my saliva. Yuck.
"OH that was good" as he collapsed on me for a moment. He put a baby wipe up to my mouth so I could spit it out and then he wiped around my lips.
Then he was up, and grabbing the sides of my diapers. "Is this how it goes on?"
"Yes" I said petulantly as he taped me up.
"Here, put these on." he said throwing me my plastic panties. "I've got to get out of here, this is sick man."
"Dude, maybe you can come over sometime when Peggy is at work, but this is just too weird, this is gross." And he was out the door. Some friend.
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After Sean left i got up and tried to find something to wear so I could start my chores. I realized that Aunt Michelle had locked away all of my clothes, so I was going to have to make do with diapers and plastic panties. Tentatively I stepped out in the hall. Everyone was downstairs so I set about my upstairs chores.
I was cleaning the toilet in the Master Bathroom when Michelle entered now dressed in shorts and a conservative top.
"I'm taking the children out shopping and to the park. Why haven't you done your downstairs chores yet?"
"I didn't want the children to see me this way, Aunt Michelle."
"Why not? You know you love to pee in your diapers and Cynthia's still potty training anyways. You fit right in."
'But Ma'am, it could have a negative affect on Master Kenneth. He's been becoming rather disrepectful to me"
"Well you can't expect people to respect you if you are going to play little baby all the time. I'm sure your friend, Sean doesn't respect you any more. Do you think so?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Well. I'm taking the children out shopping and to a park so you can play baby all afternoon as you pick of up the downstairs."
It felt weird being all over the house wearing nothing but a diaper and plastic pants as I did my chores. I slipped them down and used the potty when I had to go. It was getting late when I heard the car pull in and as I looked out the window I could see John pulling in behind them. As they greeted each other in the driveway I ran up to my room and hid behind my bed.
I heard everyone settling in downstairs when John came up the stairs to my room. "Hello Steven"
"Hi Uncle John, did you have a good trip"
"It was ok, I left my bag in the laundry room, now let's check that diaper" John reached down and stuck his index finger up the crotch of my diapers. He had me dancing around as he tickled my all over front and back"
"Well, aren;t you a dry little boy." then he put his finger up to his nose. "Hmm, but a little stinky down there, you need a bath"
He pulled my ensamble down to my ankles an I stepped out of the juvenile production.
"Ok little boy, down to the downstairs bathroom"
What! The children's bathroom?
John led me down stairs playfully slapping my behind to keep me moving.
As we entered the spacious bathroom, Cynthia was sitting on her potty chair and Kenny was already in the tub playing with his toys. "OK in the tub with you"
I was totally mortified as i sat down to receive a bath with my own son. John proceed to bath Kenny first, everywhere but his crotch and bottom and then he handed him the wash cloth and instructed him to wash his privates.
Then he proceeded to wash me, just like an infant. Special attention to my ears and all between my toes. And then he got to my privates and started to wash me there."Hey wait a minute, I can do that!"
"I know you're old enough, but you were very dirty downt there today weren't you?" John pinched my balls hard. "Do we have to have another private talk?"
"No Sir" I turned away so that I didn't have to face Kenny while he washed my bottom. John's handling of me was starting to have to usual affect on me and CERTAINLY didn't want Kenny to see that. I was getting red all over. John was deliberately embarrassing me in front of the kids. I felt conflicted in knots as I tried not to give in to John's manipuation. It was only a few months since the last time I had bathed Kenney and now he was seeing me getting bathed.
Finally after what seemed an eternity it was over. I was breathing heavily as John pulled us out of the tub and towelled us dry. I noticed that Kenney seemed fascinated with my little boner. Especailly as it bobbed up and down with Uncle John's vigorous towelling. Michelle and I had a pretty liberal attitude about nudity in our family during our now former marriage and I'm sure Kenney was noticing my missing pubic hair. This all must be confusing to him. I sensed that even Kenney was having some tumescence.
Aunt Michelle came in. "Oh what nice clean little boys! I'll take care of Cindy. Now brush your teeth and into bed."
Uncle John handed me a set of Batman pajamas which I slipped into before he lead me back to my room. John must have sensed that I was upset because he sat down on my bed and asked me "Steven, you seem a little upset tonight. I something bothering you.?"
"Sir, I didn't like what happened in the bath tub, you know in front of Kenney"
"Now Son, what happened to you is completely natural and I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Kenney. All little boys have times when their little pee pees get hard and poke out a little. You may get a funny feeling like deep in your tummy when this happens. You don't have to be embarrassed if it happens in front of family but it's private and you shouldn't touch yourself down there in front of other people. It's not nice. And you should never ever let anyone touch your there or on your bottom around your poo poo hole. If that ever happens you tell your Mommy and Daddy or your case your Aunt and Uncle right away"
It his me in the stomach that John was already having the birds and bees talks with my son instead of me.
"Now you're a little older and we know that you like to play with yourself a lot. And I know that young boys need to experiment with their little pee pees." John stuck his index finger in my fly and rubbed the tip of my pen-is and then waived the slimy tip of his finger in front of me. "See, your body is getting ready for sex, that's why you are making this stuff."
"You are starting to have romantic feelings about girls and at the same time you don't really understand what these feelings are about. Girls your age and older are unobtainable to you. That frustrates little boys like you. So sometimes little boys experiment with each other and that's naughty."
Oh sh_t!
"Yes, I know there was some hanky panky going on around here behind closed doors today. But if you promise to save your spurty till the moring I'm not going to spank you tonight. We have an early morning meeting with Susan Rodriquez tomorrow."
My heart chilled. That could only mean one thing. The papers were ready to sign.
It wasn't too long afterward that John and Michelle were showing each other how much they missed each other. God, it made me so horny to listen to them. I had promised Uncle John i would save my spurty for the morning so it was a long hard hour till until they finished and we all eventually drifted off to sleep.
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John came in alone to wake me in the morning. "Good Morning Stevie"
I had a morning stiffie that would not quit. "This is a special day, Stevie. We have special cloth diapers for our big baby today. You better go try and use the potty because it is very important that you stay dry while our special guest visits today. Do you understand that?"
I nodded as he lead me across the hall to the bathroom. I pulled my pajamas down and sat down and tried to relax. I didn't really need to go that bad but every time I was about to relax and go, John or Michelle would check on me and make some comment. "Are you going potty yet?", " Come on be a big boy, push it out. You're going to be in trouble if you mess that diaper." I was never able to take care of business. When I retured to my room I noticed an ornate white dress spewing with lace, almost like a wedding dress, but in a style more suitable to a young girl. John proceeded to diaper me up in the cloth diaper and their extra bulk pushed out the white plastic panties he slipped up my smooth legs. Next came thin white nylon knee socks. Next, John had me stand up and he slipped the dress over my head and had me step into a pair of formal white slippers.
John lead me down to his study where Susan was waiting for me. "Now, remeber, I'm serious, I want you dry at the end of this meeting, or ELSE!.'
Before we walked in he slipped his hand up my skirt and slipped his index finger under my leg band and pretty much felt me up until I had a solid boner.When he started to work it up my bottom, I flinched and jumped forward in surprise. "Yelp."
Susan looked ultra professional in light colored business suit seated behind John's desk. Ignoring my squeaky outburst. "Sit down, Steven, or would you like us to call you Stephanie today? I want to have a few words with you before you sign the papers."
I assumed she was just making sure that I was doing this voluntarily. John slipped out and shut the door behind him.
For a least a minute, Susan just glared at me.
"You don't even remember me, do you?"
"What..Ma'am? Of course you handled the divorce."
"No, not that. Think back. About 15 years ago." My mind was a blank.
"City Junior College. Current Issues in American Culture."
I remember that class. I needed it for the Civic Studies credit hours, but why? Wait, Susan Rodriguez.
"Coming back to you?"
"We were in a class together right?"
"And do you remeber what the issue we studied that fall was?"
"Immigration?" Gulp, it was coming back to me. The arrogance of youth. I have always been kind of loud mouth with my conservative politics.
"Oh yes, coming back to you now? Mr. who needs them stealing our jobs? Mr. they should all go back where they came from. Lazy wetbacks!"
Most of the guys I hang out with our are pretty much red necks from high school and I guess I had picked up some pretty narrow attitudes. Iwas starting to really need to pee.
She came around the desk and stood over me."You haven't changed a bit. You little spoiled brat. I suppose you're in favor of this crap that's going on in Arizona"
I squirmed in my seat. Michelle and I had been big talk radio fans. I had even talked about going to Tea Party rally. She pulled me out of the chair and pushed me down on the floor on my back.
"If you used the kind of language today they would throw you out of school. Wet back! Wet back!! I'll give you wet back". She pulled my skirt up over my head and jerked my plastic panties down. She was breathing heavily.
"From the looks of your lovely dress I would say you are about 8 years old, girly. So how come you're still in diapers, sweety? Aren't you potty trained?" Through the diaphonous skirt I could make out that she had shimmied her tight skirt up and then I felt her straddling my hips over my exposed diaper.
She pulled the hem of my dress down to look me in the eye. "This is what I think of you, pig!" I felt her wet warmth spreading throughout my crotch. She was wetting my diape!. but Oh the smell. It was the strongest urine smell I can remember, not so much like she hadn't washed, but that it was concentrated, like her first morning pee. She grunted and spat on my face as she finished and stood up off of me. Had she and John planned this? I released some of mine to releive the pressure.
She faced away from me as she replaced her panties and smoothed down her skirt. "Pull your baby panties up and sit down, it's time for the moment of truth." She sounded genuinely relieved. As I rearranaged my clothing I noted a small red to pink spot on the front of my diaper, indicating what might have cuased some of the unusually strong odor.
She ushered in an eager John and Michelle as I sat and looked at the papers that had been set before me. Michelle took pictures as I signed the papers. "Smile for the camera Stephy! We want everyone to know how happy you are on your special day." It's hard to believe they didn't smell the pee but no one said anything about it.
Susan: "Not that we need any more pictures to make the waiver of parental rights air tight. No judge in this state would give back custody with all the evidence we still have from the divorce."
"Oh yes" chimed in Susan "You're a swingin' bachelor now. No kids holding you back. Wow, you're a real catch!" They all laughed.
"Edna, you can come in now." My mom entered, dressed in her sunday best, she could have just come from church. Her eyebrows arching high as she took in my elablorate costume.
Susan began. "Your son has given up all rights in those lovely children." Mom had this pained fake smile plastered on her face, trying to please her hosts even on such a sad occasion.. "We didn't know how to celebrate, so when Stephy asked for his First Communion Dress, we just couldn't say no. Let's get some pictures of the happy family." As they stood her next to me I cringed as I noticed her nostrils flaring as she took in the full smell of the pee.
They posed us several different ways.Signing the papers and both of us smiling as if this the greatest day of our lives.Then when I stood again I heard a gasp. The extra pee was running down my leg.
"What's that spot on the back of your dress? Michelle spun me around.
"And what's that stinky smell?"l, John added.
"It's pee, John, she peed her dress!" Michelle sounded honestly disgusted.
"John, I think it's about time for me to be going."
"No Susan, you'll enjoy this"
John grabbed me and taking my seat in the chair, pulled me over his knee and jerked the offending bundle of Susan's urine down to my ankles.
John really gave it too me this time. I was bawling in no time.
By the time he was done, he had a bulge in his pants, my Mom was red faced and perspiring (I think she enjoyed it), Michelle was lightly fingering her vagina over her short shorts.
"I REALLY need to get going now" Susan said with a smile.
"Thanks for all your help, Susan" John replied, "can you see yourself out OK?"
"Sure thing, I'll call you next week."
"Edna can you please go tend to the children, I know they will be happy to see thier Nana." Mom nodded an was off.
"Stephy, go to your room, AND as a special treat, you can shut the DOOR! We'll come get you after our short "nap"" . They smiled and were off for the the bedroom.
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I could hear John and Michelle going at it in the other room. I slipped off my communion dress and started to rub the front of my sodden diaper. I felt sick. I was participating in a sick sexual celbration of the relinquishment of my paternal rights. Listening to his animalistic grunts and her brazen moaning just made me hate them more for taking them away from me and yet that hate fueled sexual frisson as I turned red with fever at the thought of my debasement.
I stripped down to just the diaper and knelt next to the wall trying to hear every intimacy in the next room as I worked my fingers around the wet sponginess at the front of my groin. I was close to c-umming when I heard my door open. Mother!
"Steven, I don't think your aunt would be to happy if she knew you were snooping".
"ugh, sorry Mom." My heart raced hoping she did not disturb the lovers next door. I heaved a sigh of relief as the rythmic knocking of the headboard resumed.
"You did the right thing Steven. John and Michelle are delighted and you know we are going to have to stay on their good side from here out?
I nodded my head. "They are being to nice to me, Michelle has never treated me this way, almost like an equal. Maybe your other ex in laws are softening up to me now that you are out of the picture with Michelle. They know how much I love the children. It's just that John seems kind of strange in a lot of ways."
"What do you mean Mom?"
"Well, it's easy to see why Michelle is crazy about him. What woman wouldn't with his body and financial success. I just don't understand why he keeps going along with the crazy humiliation games Michelle seems to be using to get back at you. It doesn't seem like a good idea around the children. And now that you have know rights with them, I don't know why they are keeping you in the picture."
"They like having a houseboy, Mom". How could I tell her that John was getting a sexual thrill from my debasement and might not have the children's best interest in mind either.
"Here Steven let's get you out of that wet diaper." She unpinned me as I stood next to her and dropped the sodden cloth into my hamper."John told me you'ld be in here playing with your tinkler. My my, look at you, just like when you were my little boy, but you smell like little baby, let's get you down to the nursery for a bath."
She took me by the ear lobe and led me down to the nursery my erect pen-is bobbing as we went. "Your little cousin wet the bed during his nap so we have 2 dirty babies to clean up." I squatted down wishing my erection down, but being naked in front of Kenney and my Mom kept me excited.
Kenney was sitting in the water and he didn't look too happy. My Mom sat me down in the tub next to him.
"I'm NOT a baby!" he said indignantly.
"Well your Mommy says if you don't stop wetting your bed you're going back into diapers and all we have are your sister's pampers. Is that what you want, Kenney"
That shut him up. "You know.....Stevie used to be quite the bedwetter too!" Her perked up at that as I shrugged down in the water.
"He did. Nana?"
"Oh yes we had a terrible time potty training him, just like you and your little sister." Kenney grinned a broad smile of superiority at me.
"Now you 2 behave yourselves and play with your toys for a few minutes while I tend to Cindy." She left for Cindy's bedroom.
Kenney waited till Mom was out of earshot and then looked at me warily and said. "Let's play a game."
"OK" I was releived that maybe this could take the sexual edge off the situation and I could calm down and have some father son time with Kenney.
"Why don't we play with the boats. We can have a marine parade!" I added.
"No I have another game, Steewy, it's gooder"
"What's that Kenney?"
"Ducks and Worms, I'll show you how." And he made duck head with his hand.
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"See Stevie, this is a duck and you use it to hunt for worms."
He made a snipping type gesture with his little index finger and thumb.
"Now you have to lie verwy still and don't make a move or the Duck will find you."
Kenney started making motions like a duck bobbing its head in the water and swimming around both sides of my legs. I thought it would be fun to lighten things up with a game but Kenny seemed intently transfixed on this duckhead.
"You better hold yo bweath, cuz if my duck finds youh worm, i get to smack your bottom"
"Wait, Master Kenney, we can't...."
With that he pinched my pen-is and held it.
"I've got youh worm!"
Oh GOD, it felt so good after all this time....but.
I grabbed his wrist and pulled his little arm away.
He was startled. "That not how you play!" I was afraid he was going to cry.
"Master Kenney, please! Where did you learn this game?"
"From teddy, and your not playin fair!"
"Who's teddy?!"
Just then we were interrupted by the clicking of Michelle's heels down the adjacent hallway.
"ARE YOU BOYS PLAYING NICE IN THERE?"
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"ARE YOU BOYS PLAYING NICELY IN HERE?"
Michelle stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
"YES Mommy, but Stevie was't playing fair."
"Is that right Stevie, were you breaking the rules?" She seemed to be starining at the tip of my pen-is just bobbing through the water level.
"Um uh"
"Because if I find out you've been breaking any of the rules, it will be problem for you, got it Mister?"
"And why is that important?"
"Because little boys get dirty "down there"" Kenney recited back to her.
"Yes, Maam"
"Now did you boys both wash up your privates good? Hmm?"
"Yes Mommy!" We both nodded our heads.
"That's right, now let me help you out" she said grabbing a towel and wrapping him in it as he stood up. "There's someone I would like to introduce you both too!" She added with a big smile.