My Mom In DiapersSo when I was sixteen I accidently walked in on my mom. I saw that she had a thick diaper on and I could tell she wet it. She screamed when I walked in on her and she quickly tried to cover herself and once I realized what I saw I quickly closed the door to her room and pretended to not know what I saw as I went to my room. About ten minutes later, my mom knocked on my door and then came in telling me that we needed to talk. She cleared her throat as she began to say sorry for what I had seen but that it’s something that she’s done most of her life and that she didn’t want to hide it from me anymore. She then asked me if it would be okay with her walking around in her diapers without having to hide it. I told her that it would have to take getting use to but it would be alright, I guess.
The next morning as I walked to the kitchen to get breakfast, she was there in a thick diaper and a shirt as she ran around the kitchen getting breakfast ready. I was embarrassed to look at her but she didn’t seem to mind letting me see her in it, so as she talked to me about what I wanted for breakfast I would give her quick glances as I responded and then would look away.
Once breakfast was ready she gave me my plate and then sat down next to me as I could hear the diaper crinkle as she sat. She would then shift her body a little so it would make more noise and I got the impressions she was liking the sound. We ate our breakfast in silence then she brought up the subject of diapers. She asked if it was really okay that she wears them around the house, most specifically, if she could use them around me so she could be as free as she could with them or if she’d have to go to her room to do it in private. I hesitantly said she could do what she wanted and she gave me a nod and went back to eating her breakfast.
The next few days she didn’t bring up diapers but I saw her in them, they were dry as far as I could tell whenever I saw her and I was started to get use to seeing her in just a diaper and shirt. I was barely starting to notice as it was an everyday occurrence. I could tell she was happier that I knew and sense my dad left his wife and daughter she wasn’t happy at all, so it was nice to finally see that she was happy.
As she got more and more use to me seeing her in her diaper, she started to walk around while she was obviously wet. She wouldn’t pee her diaper in front of her daughter but she decided to walk around in them after she did. This took more time do get use to than just seeing her in diapers. To see my mom in a wet diaper and to smell the pee wasn’t something that a sixteen year old girl would get use to overnight, but I tried my best to cope with it as she did it time and time again.
I really was happy that my mom was happy again sense my dad left us and my mom was trying to spend more time with me, which was something I didn’t get much when dad was around. My mom did start wearing paints again, which had a diaper outline around her butt as the paints were tight around her waist. It was nice to see her in paints again but I think part of it was because she wanted a covering over her diaper as she decided to start peeing anywhere’s she felt like in the house with me there.
We decided to go to the movies one day to get some mother/daughter time and it was really fun. We went to a restaurant and went shopping as we had plenty of time before the movie started. When we got to the theater, I made sure to go to the bathroom before the show started as I didn’t want to have to go in the middle of the movie. My mom waited for me outside as she would just go in her diaper if she really needed to go.
After the movie we got into the car and my mom started to drive home. I could smell the pee in her diaper as she did go during the movie. Then it without warning, I could hear a noise coming from her that I could have guessed was her messing her diaper. I kept telling myself that it was just her stomach, but a few seconds after the noise stopped I could smell it... I put my hand over my nose and opened the window to get fresh air into the car; she then did the same as she started to apologize for the bad timing. She’d never made a mess in front of me, much less in the car, which was the worse place to do it as I couldn’t retreat into my room from the smell. I told her that it was okay but that it just smells really bad.
Once we got home she ran into her room and when she got out twenty minutes later in a diaper a shirt she didn’t smell anymore. She then said sorry again but I assured her that it’s alright as long as she was happy. I really was happy that my mother was so cheerful after telling me and if that means I’d have to smell dirty diapers as long as I lived with her that would be alright.
SarahReeds 18-21, F 53 Responses 33 Dec 12, 2011