My mother had one of her friends over one evening for dinner. She was a next
door neighbor whose husband was out of town. As the evening wore on, a storm brewed
outside and the neighbor, who was frightened of such events, became concerned that
she would be unable to sleep if there were no one else in her home. Being a
compassionate soul, my mother offered that I would spend the night at the neighbor's
home to ease her nerves.
               At that time I was sixteen and needless to say was  somewhat embarrassed by
this turn of events. After some discussion of the merits of such an event, it was decided
that I would indeed spend the night next door. The friend's name was Velda Thomas, and
I called her Mrs. Thomas, being brought up to respect my elders as I was.

          Mrs. Thomas and I left to go to her home at about 9:00 PM and as we walked in the
dark she said it was going to be nice having a "baby" in the house again. As we walked in the door, Mrs. Thomas said that I needn't call her Mrs. Thomas while I was at her house. She said that she really missed her children who were grown up and that it would be appreciated if I would call her Mommy while I was there. My faced flushed with this
request, but I agreed.

         I had brought with me my pajamas, toothbrush and the like, and Mommy said we
should take them into the guest room where I would be spending the night. It was an old
fashioned room, with little lighting, a double bed and an attached bath. I put my
belongings away in the bathroom, and put on my "PJs", as Mommy called them. When I
came out of the bathroom, the bed was turned down and Mommy called from the kitchen
that she was getting me some warm milk and that I should climb into bed.

        When I climbed into bed I heard a rustling sound from the mattress and felt
something gently buckle underneath the sheet. This brought back memories that I
couldn't quite place, but they seemed fond memories of a more secure time.

       Mommy brought the warm milk and said I should drink it and not worry about any
"accidents" while I slept. She told me that she always kept a rubber sheet on the bed and
that she had one on her bed also, just in case. (My brain suddenly put things together,
and I purposely moved on the bed to feel and hear the exciting to me.)

       I drank the milk as instructed and Mommy took the empty glass back to the kitchen.
When she returned, she said that if I thought there might be an accident, she had a large
sized diaper I could wear. Well, being both excited by the rubber sheet and nervous about
spending the night in this strange house, I decided to take no chances. "OK, Mommy, I'll
wear the diaper."  

        Mommy opened a drawer in the dresser and pulled out a large, soft white diaper.
She also pulled out a pair of white rubber pants and asked if I wanted to wear them too.
By this time my recollection of early childhood was awakened, and I became aroused by
the prospect of spending the night in a diaper and rubber pants on a rubber sheeted bed.

        Mommy seemed to sense this, and also recognized that I was sixteen and somewhat
embarrassed by my predicament. She suggested I change in the bathroom. I did this with
relief. When I returned, Mommy had pulled back the cotton sheet on the bed, leaving the
rubber sheet for me to sleep on. She said that this would make sure that everything
would be taken care of in case of an accident. At this point, Mommy said she was tired
and was going to bed herself, and for me to get in bed so she could tuck me in. As I
climbed into the bed, the feel of the smooth rubber sheet, the sound of it rustling
underneath my rubber pants and diaper and its subtle smell excited me beyond anything I
had experienced before. Mommy calmly bent down and kissed me good night on my
forehead. As she left, she patted me on my diapered, rubber covered bottom.

       That night, as I might have expected, I wet the bed. Having had a great deal to drink, I flooded the diapers, and the rubber pants could not contain the fluid which leaked out.
Fortunately there was the rubber sheet to protect the bed. Well, when Mommy came in
that morning I was still asleep. She quickly assessed the situation and patiently waited
for my awakening. As my eyes fluttered open, there she was with a maternal smile
looking down at my predicament. "Well, well, it looks like my baby had an accident," she
calmly stated, adding "Aren't we fortunate we protected the bed with the rubber sheet!" I
could do nothing but agree.

         Then she said to my amazement, "Mommy will help you change your wet diapers,
carefully get off the bed and let me get ready". Apparently my mouth dropped open, and
Mommy, recognizing my concern, said "I've raised three boys so you have no reason to
be embarrassed or concerned. In fact, one of them still wets the bed, and he's thirty eight
years old, so come on and get up and go sit on the chair while I clean up the bed." I did
as I was told and saw that Mommy had protected the chair with another rubber sheet.

          As I sat in my slushy diapers, and rubber pants, Mommy proceeded to clean and
dry the wet rubber sheet and change the top sheet which had become a little wet. After
she had done this she told me to come back to the bed and lie down on my back. I did.
She slid the wet rubber pants off and unpinned the diapers. She pulled the soaked
diapers off, and my bare bottom came in touch with the freshly powdered rubber sheet, I
became aroused. Mommy looked at me with a sweet smile and said nothing. She
proceeded to get clean diapers.

          Well, I thought I was going home since it was morning and told Mommy so. She
said that she had arranged with my real mother so that I could spend today and tonight
with her, since she would still be afraid tonight. Wow, what will happen next I wondered.
Resigning myself to fate for the twenty four hours, I calmly laid back on the bed, relaxing
and enjoying the feel of the rubber sheet. Mommy quickly diapered me, and asked if I
needed rubber pants during the day. I said I thought not, and she obliged. She told me to
go ahead and get dressed.

           My pants were thankfully loose fitting so the diapers did not show. During the day
Mommy and I went to the shopping mall. We were very busy looking at all the shops, and
had stopped for hot chocolate in the morning and at lunch I had a large cola. While we
were on our way to one of her friends house I had to go to the bathroom. Mommy did not
stop, and finally my bladder could not withstand the pressure and I flooded my diapers
with a sigh of relief. Mommy immediately noticed what had happened and pulled off to a
roadside park which conveniently appeared. "Oh my!" said Mommy, "you've had an
accident, what are we to do?"

          Well, Mommy already had that planned. She said "I had a feeling this might
happen, so I came prepared. We wouldn't want you going to my friend's house all wet."
With that she reached into the back seat of the car and got a small case. From it she got
some clean, dry clothes, a clean diaper and a pair of rubber pants. "Put these on so you
look presentable when we get to Arlene's house." Mommy said. Arlene was Mommy's
friend. What could I do but oblige.

          About 20 minutes later we arrived at Arlene's house. As I walked from the car to the
house I could hear the swishing of the rubber pants, but at least they didn't show since
Mommy had another pair of loose fitting pants. She gave me a knowing look as she
knocked on Arlene's front door. When Arlene answered she was younger than I had
anticipated. She welcomed us and Mommy introduced me as her "temporary baby".

        I must have blushed because Arlene giggled and told Mommy she knew what it was
like to have big babies around the house. As I walked into Arlene's house, the sound of
the rubber pants seemed to me almost deafening. I was certain it could be heard blocks
away; my face blushed with embarrassment.

       To my surprise, nothing was said. Arlene lead us into the living room and motioned
for us to sit down. I went over to a chair while Mommy and Arlene sat on the couch.
"Shall we have something to drink?" Arlene asked. Mommy got some coffee, and I had a
coke. For a while, perhaps 30 minutes, Mommy and Arlene talked about old times. They
had apparently known each other for around ten years and Arlene was fifteen years
younger than Mommy. During this period, I was neither involved in the discussion, nor
was I discussed. Then Arlene refilled the coffee for she, and Mommy and brought me
another coke.

           "Now who is this pretty little baby you brought with you?" Arlene asked Mommy.
Well, this third party reference to me, while not unexpected, was somewhat
disconcerting. "Oh he's my next door neighbor's and he's spent last night and is
spending tonight with me since Fred is out of town." was the reply. "How nice of your
neighbor to be so thoughtful." "She's such a nice person and so understanding with the
storm last  night she knew I would be afraid."

        There was more small talk about my real mother, and as time progressed I began to
feel the need to go to the bathroom. As that feeling grew stronger I moved in my chair,
afraid to say anything. Finally Arlene noticed my consistent shifting and asked Mommy
what might be the matter. Mommy told her that I probably needed to use the bathroom.
Arlene told Mommy that the bathroom was not working, and the plumber was supposed
have been there yesterday, but didn't show up. When I heard this, it only made the urge
stronger, but with increasing effort I maintained control.

         Mommy commented to Arlene that I had a problem wetting the bed (to my horror at
the time). Arlene then said, "When your baby came in today I noticed his pants seemed
rather full and heard a funny crinkling as he walked." to which Mommy casually replied
that I had an accident on the way to Arlene's and she had put me in diapers and rubber
pants. The cat was out of the bag and I could only hope that my embarrassment would
not be too great _ but I also had a sense of excitement and expectation. "Well, then,"
Arlene cooed as she spoke to me for the first time, "it looks like you won't be needing a
bathroom any way. Aren't we the lucky ones today!"

       With that my control was lost and I flooded the diapers. The look of relief on my face
must of been obvious, since Arlene said to Mommy that I must need changing. I knew
that Mommy must have some more diapers and was anxious to change into them before I
leaked through the rubber pants, and got the chair wet.

        Then, to my utter surprise, Arlene came over to me and took my hand saying "Come
with Arlene, and we'll change those diapers before you hurt the furniture." Now having
Mommy change me was one thing, but Arlene was younger than my real mother. oh what
a predicament. I looked at Mommy for support, but she just waved me to go with Arlene.
We went into Arlene's bedroom and she told me to sit on the bed. She said "We can't
have you getting my bed wet, let me get something to protect it." She came back with
what looked to be a plastic shower curtain and had me stand as she put it on the bed.
"Okay, now just lay back and let me take care of you." What else could I do but obey.
Arlene removed my pants and then looked at me in my diapers and rubber pants. "You
are lucky to have someone look out for you so well." commented Arlene as she slid the
rubber pants down and off of me. "I'm going to go wash these, so you just lay there till I
come back." she said as more of a command than a request.

        I heard the sound of water and just a few minutes later she returned with the
cleaned rubber pants. She got some baby powder and powdered them. The baby powder
certainly smelled clean and fresh. She also brought back some clean diapers, but I didn't
think she had obtained them from Mommy. As she leaned over me to unpin the diapers I
noticed that she did not have a bra under her loose fitting sweater.

       This was the first time I had been alone with a woman of her age and my arousal
soon became apparent to Arlene. She unpinned the pin closest to her, and as she
reached to the other side, her hand and arm brushed lightly over the bulge in the diaper.
She let her arm rest there as she undid the other pin. Pulling down the diaper she smiled
and said, "My you are a big baby now aren't you?" She the told me to turn over as she
pulled off the diaper. The slick feel of the plastic curtain continued to increase my

       By now my heart was pumping madly, the adrenaline coursing through me. Arlene
went into the bathroom and got a damp washcloth. She proceeded to clean me off very
gently. After powdering my backside, she told me to turn over again. She thoroughly
cleaned me, and squeezed as she did so. As she applied the powder, she lightly
massaged, nearly driving me insane with excitement but not to the point of climax. Just
about at that point she stopped and let out a little giggle. 

        She put the diapers on me, and quickly pinned them, again brushing and resting her
arm on me. "Well, based on what's happened so far, we better put these rubber pants
back on you, don't you think?" Arlene asked me. She slowly slid them on, purposely
pulling them so that the rubber popped and snapped. "Let's go back in the living room."
she said as she took my hand. "What about my pants." I protested. "Oh, you won't need
them while we're here." was the reply, "Come on now, let's go." she commanded.

     Walking into the living room, Mommy noticed my condition and aroused state. She
smiled broadly as she looked at Arlene and said, "You have certainly taken care of our
baby for now, but I think he will need some more care soon. Why don't you come back to
my house with me and our baby so we can continue his care tonight?" "That would be
just fine", Arlene smiled back. With that, they got their pocketbooks and headed for the

     Mommy looked back at me, expecting that I join them to leave the house wearing only
my diapers and rubber pants. I turned and started to walk back to get my pants, when
Arlene firmly grasped my arm. "I don't think our baby needs his pants to ride back to your
house, do you?" Arlene asked Mommy. "No, the trip is short and we must hurry." To me
she said in an authoritative way, "Come along now with Arlene, you'll find it all worth
while." With that we left Arlene's house. Fortunately no one saw us make the trip from the
house to Mommy's car.

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