Love To Close My Eyes And Imagine The Sight Of Pulli Ng My Face Away From Mommy’s Pussy, All The Spit

him looking up at you with low lids and little hearts in his eyes while his nose is pressed to your cunt

Standing at the sink, washing dishes, spacing out, you feel like any other adult. You have a job, a credit card, hell, you have dental insurance.

Then, she comes up behind you. First she kisses the back of your neck, which makes your hair stick up a little. Her hands tickle your ribs, then head lower. And lower. She grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes.

Your diapered ass. Your wet diapered ass.

"Hey, how's your diapey doing?"

Your cheeks flush red, and you're sure she can see it spreading to your neck as well. You flip around to face her, backside pressed against the sink.

"D-don't call it that..."

"Call it what?"

"A...diapey."

You aren't feeling particularly little. You just like wearing sometimes for the comfort and convenience.

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because, I'm not little. I'm just wearing a diaper right now,"

"Oh? Is that right?"

"Yes," you assert, hands on your hips, chin pointing up.

"Ok, fine. You may not be little but your diapey is rather wet. Let me change you."

"I can do it myself."

"I know," but she reaches her hand out anyways. You take it and get led to the couch where she pushes your shoulder's down, "here."

She hands you a set of plastic keys on a ring, colorful and textured.

"I don't need that..."

"Shush, you always get so squirmy during changes if you aren't holding something."

You huff, but hold the keys above your face, rubbing your fingers over the bumps and ridges. It feels good. You're not going to put them in your mouth, though.

"Hips,"

You lift, and look down as the old diaper is pulled away and a new one is slid underneath you. Your used one was just plain white, a reliable medical one from your stash. The new diaper is a little gregarious, honestly. Pastel colored baby items and animals pattern it, and the crinkle it produces is far from discrete.

"Not that one..."

"Hm?"

"It's so...babyish," despite your earlier assurance of bigness, her tactics are working. You feel fussier and smaller with each passing second.

"Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed."

Liar, you think.

You cover your face with your hands, still holding the keys. They clack and jingle with the movement.

"Aw, good baby playing while I change you. You're so patient, almost done."

"I wasn't play-" you start, but don't bother to finish. What's the use if she's just going to push you even further down?

She fastens the last tape and gives the diaper a smooth down. In a quick series of movements they lift your shirt, exposing your belly, and blow a wet raspberry right above your navel.

"Hey!" you shriek, laughing and squirming. An unexpected squirt of pee escapes you. It catches you off guard, and that's the final straw.

"Mommy..." you sigh, once you're done laughing.

She pulls your arms into a sitting position and tugs you into her lap, sans pants.

"Yes, baby?"

"Hi," you say, bashful.

"Hi! I knew you were in there somewhere."

You nod, and rest your head on her shoulder, fingers creeping towards your mouth.

Calling him a pretty baby when he cums all over his stomach and he gives me that blissed out smile, his eyes a little hazy as he tries to look up at me. Ugh i would give anything to be seeing that right now 😭

Natural married diaper intimacy 🔥💦👇🏻

I hear the soft whimper of my little one in the night and immediately rush to the nursery. The room is still, but your small cries are enough to make my heart ache. When I find you, you're tangled in your blankets, your face flushed with fear, eyes wide and filled with distress.

"Hey, hey, it’s okay," I whisper, my voice soft but firm as I gently pull you into my arms. "You’re safe now, Mommy’s here."

You cling to me tightly, still shaking from the remnants of the bad dream. I feel your hands gripping onto me as if you never want to let go, and it makes my heart ache with love. I gently rock you back and forth, soothing you with my warmth and presence. "It was just a dream, little one. You're safe with Mommy, always."

I rub your back in slow, comforting circles, feeling your body begin to relax just a little. Your breathing is still quick, but I can feel you starting to settle, your grip on me loosening. I kiss the top of your head.

You take a few shaky breaths, and I know it’s time to make you feel even more safe. I pull you closer and press a gentle kiss to your cheek before I reach over to the nightstand, grabbing the warm bottle I’ve prepared just for moments like this. It’s the perfect comfort, the soothing liquid to calm your nerves and give you the reassurance you need.

"How about a bottle, sweetie? A little milk will help you feel better, I promise." I guide the bottle to your lips, and you suckle eagerly, your hands gripping the bottle in that adorable, trusting way you always do. The warm milk seems to work its magic as you settle against me, your body slowly relaxing further.

As you drink, I continue to gently stroke your hair, brushing it back from your face with soft fingers. My voice is a steady murmur, "Mommy’s right here. Nothing will hurt you. You’re safe in my arms, little one."

Your breathing steadies, becoming slower and deeper as you finish the bottle, and I pull you back against my chest. You’re still close, so close that I can feel the little flutter of your heartbeat, now peaceful and calm. You’re already starting to drift, and I can’t help but smile as I hold you even tighter.

Eat me out

I lower myself onto your face slowly, taking my time, watching as you look up at me with a mix of anticipation and obedience. Your hands rest lightly on my thighs as you open your mouth eagerly and your tongue immediately parts my folds.

You moan softly beneath me as I rock my hips gently against your mouth, guiding you exactly where I want you.

I reach down, tangling my fingers in your hair, holding you in place as you work to please me. Your tongue licking and swirling, desperate to earn my approval as you suck on my clit softly.

“Good job” I murmur, my voice low, and I could feel your response in the way your tongue quickens, flicking over my clit.

I lean forward slightly, pressing down harder against your mouth and you react quickly, your tongue moving with desperation, sending shivers through me. Your nose brushes against me with every movement, adding a teasing friction that makes my thighs tremble as I ground myself against your face.

You moan again and I tug on your hair, tilting your head just enough to make you hit the perfect angle. Your hands stay where they were, gripping my thighs, making me gasp.

“Don’t stop” I whisper and you obey without hesitation, your tongue moving faster now, sucking on my clit with more intensity, your mouth completely devoted to bringing me pleasure.

I tilt my hips slightly, adjusting the angle, and your tongue follows effortlessly, finding the exact spot that makes my breath hitch. Your tongue grows more confident, dragging along my folds before circling my clit as I moan for you.

Looking down at you, I could see the flush on your cheeks, the wetness glistening on your lips and chin, your eyes half lidded with focus, the sight sending a rush of heat through me and I roll my hips harder, your tongue never faltering as you adjust to meet my every need.

“You look so pretty like this” I say, my voice shaky as your hands hold my thighs firmly to keep me steady.

I grip your hair tighter, encouraging you and you latch on more hungrily, sucking and licking in a way that sends sparks shooting through me.

“You’re such a good boy” I gasp, my words broken by a moan as the pleasure overwhelms me. I rock my hips against you, grinding harder now, and I hear your muffled moan that sends another jolt through my body.

Your tongue licks with an urgency that matches my own, our moans growing louder as I move faster, grinding myself against you, letting you feel how close I am.

“You make me feel so good, love” I say between moans and my thighs clench around your head, moments before I cum all over your face, screaming your name. My body shudders as you draw out every wave of pleasure and your hands loosen on my thighs as I collapse against you, utterly spent.

When I finally look down at you, I notice your swollen lips, your flushed face glistening and your expression full of satisfaction.

My fingers in your hair loosen, shifting instead to stroke gently along your damp forehead. I lift my hips to ease off of you and I take a moment to admire how dazed and hazy you look.

I reach down, tracing my thumb over your bottom lip, watching as you instinctively part your mouth for me.

“You did so well, I love you and now it’s my turn to make you feel good” I whisper and place a long kiss on your forehead.

Tummy Time 😇

As the crinkling and moaning continues I hear you let out a frustrated sigh. Chuckling softly I place my book down, stand from my spot and kneel down next to you.

Patting your diapered bottom I ask you, “Awwww what’s wrong baby?”

You turn your head and I laugh as you pout around your paci.

“Does someone need a little help?”

You shake your head up and down quickly.

Helping you kneel I hold you around your waist pressing against your back and diapered bottom. Leaning over I grab a pillow off the sofa and toss it down gently then toss your special humpy pillow on top of it. Still holding your waist I move forward with you, knee walking together.

Nipping your neck playfully I help lower your hips to the pillows, with them being up a little higher you can hump better. Keeping close to you I slip my hands on your hips and move my hips with yours. Continuing to guide you as you hump your pillow. Your whimpers and moans continue louder this time.

Whispering in your ear telling you “what a good baby you are for mommy. That a good baby gets to make cummies in their diapers for mommy.”Smiling as your moaning gets louder and more erratic

Pressing my hips forward rubbing against your diapered bottom as we hump together feeling how thick your diaper is. Smiling as I listen to you start to grunt and make long awaited cummies in your diaper.

You lay down on your tummy on top of your pillow panting and I slowly move from behind you. Rolling you over carefully onto your blankey I hand you your stuffie. You play with your stuffie as I rub your legs to take the ache away.

Looking up I see you watching me. The angle we are at you can see down my shirt and you start to make grabby hands. I kiss each of your hands and help you up so we can snuggle on the sofa as you rest after such a work out.

I lay down and you lay on top of me. Resting your head on my chest, your hand slipping up to cup my breast. Kissing the top of your head I turn the tv on and put a Disney movie on for you. Rubbing your back and patting your diapered bottom.

You close your eyes as you rub your face in my chest. I hear and feel the tell tale signs of you wetting your diaper. Your diaper getting warm against me but not getting me wet. Kissing the top of your head again I tell you how proud of you I am while you hide your face in my chest and settle in for your nap.