Cute Boy Ass In Tight RCD Diaper
This story was brought to us by: Jennifer Coldstream
My sister in law Betty was staying with me, and she heard the sound first. My ten year old son Greg, who preferred his nickname Crunchie to anything on his passport, was already in the kitchen with us, wearing a yellow tee and a bright diaper, fixing himself breakfast. Timmy, his eight year old brother, was still upstairs, lying in the king size bed which he shared with Greg, and making the quiet, insistent, unmistakeable regular creaking, a bit like a wooden ship creaking in a rough sea. "You ought to see this," I whispered to Betty, recognising the noise. I stood up off my chair as quietly as I could. "I think I can imagine," said Betty. I put my finger to my lips and beckoned Betty to follow me up the stairs, making no noise at all. Timmy had left his bedroom door open. He had shrugged the quilt onto the floor, and we both saw him lying face down on the bed with a pillow under his hips, humping hard and regularly. The bed creaked and the plastic sheet that protected the mattress was crinkling and rustling. Timmy was wearing a diaper but no pajama pants. He never wore the pants, and the pajama jacket was pulled up around his armpits. His eyes were closed and he was obviously feeling intense pleasure from the pillow. "Why are they both in diapers, huh?" Betty asked in a whisper. She had a midwestern American accent which I knew appealed to the boys. "Tell you later," I whispered back. "Look at his bum." "He's gorgeous, huh? That taut diaper really shows him off." "He will break many hearts," I pursed my lips, "as my granny once said." "Eight years old and already a pillow humper, huh? Is he a big boy, well endowed?" "Ooh, I couldn't possibly comment," I said, primly, pretending that I didn't know. Timmy was certainly gorgeous. A little too slender for his height, Tim had long, slim, straight legs and arms with a slight covering of down. His blond hair was far too long and tangled. His bare feet were stretched out as he rocked on the pillow and his bum, clad in the tight plastic pants of his diaper, was lusciously curved, like twin basketballs, with a deep cleft. "Heartbreakers, your boys, huh?" said Betty. "First Greg in a tee and plastic pants and now… 'Scuse me, I can't resist." I watched as Betty slipped out of her shoes to avoid making a sound and padded over to stand beside Timmy's bed. Timmy, humping hard and with his eyes closed, had not heard Betty sidling into the bedroom. Betty laid her open hand gently but firmly on the tight plastic pants that stretched over his sweet buttocks. Timmy jumped. His face turned scarlet with embarrassment. "Startled you, huh?" Betty said quietly. "Sorry." I stood on the landing outside the door, watching Betty tease Timmy, stroking his bum cleft and lightly massaging and smacking the cheeks. "You can go on humping," said Betty in a tone that was meant to be reassuring, but Timmy went an even darker red colour. "You want to go on humping the pillow, huh? And you look so cute when you're doing it." "Yeah," said Timmy. "Go on, hump, rub against it, huh?" Betty urged. "Oh," said Timmy, pressing his crotch into the pillow. "Try something new, huh?" Betty rested her left hand on Timmy's butt through the tight plastic pants and with her right hand she reached under the pillow and lifted it off the bed, pressing it against Timmy's crotch, moving it slightly up and slightly down. "Wow," said Timmy, obviously feeling the stimulation, "oh, wow!" "Relax," said Betty, "don't rush. You have the cutest ass I have ever seen. Can you raise it off the bed for me?" "You said the same about Greg's ass yesterday," said Timmy. He lifted himself onto all fours, tightening the plastic pants and showing off the inviting curves of his buttocks, and Betty raised the pillow again, pressing it against Timmy's bulge and making him gasp with pleasure. "I said Greg had a cute ass, huh? Well, it's true. He's got the other cutest ass I have ever seen." Still standing on the landing, I remarked, "You haven't actually seen Timmy's bum yet." "I can make it out," said Betty, using the pillow to remarkable effect, "these tight plastic covered diapers show him off pretty well, huh?" "They don't hide much," I said, looking on approvingly at my son's curves. "Oh, oh, oh wow, Auntie Betty, you're making me…" Timmy was panting, and he was rocking the bed harder and faster as his aunt manipulated the pillow. "I know," she said. "You're a bit uncomfortable. You have a nice bulge in your diapers, huh? I bet you can piss hard. Another minute or so and you'll feel something really special." Betty moved her right hand, sliding the pillow harder against the bulge in Timmy's diaper, and Timmy moaned out loud. "Aah, oh Auntie, I love you! Oh…" "It's beginning to hit you, huh?" With her left hand Betty slid a finger onto the crease in the diaper that ran between the boy's bum cheeks, pressed the pillow against his crotch and Timmy gasped as his orgasm flooded through him. "Yes, yes, oh, oh, oh! Oh, yes!" Timmy's hips jolted hard a few times and then, red faced and breathing heavily, he relaxed. Betty pressed two fingers harder against the silky plastic, rubbing Timmy's testicles through the diaper. Timmy moaned again as pleasure spread outward from the testicles. "Mmh, mmmh." "You want to piss into your diaper, huh? You're a fire hose. Put the fire out, huh?" Timmy did not answer but it was obvious that he was drenching the lining of the diaper. "Sleep tight, sweetheart, huh?" said Betty. Seeing Greg settle down she let go the pillow and, more reluctantly, took her finger off the boy's firm, diapered balls. Betty turned to me and asked in a voice that could have been heard on the street outside, "Does he pump a load yet?" "At eight years of age? Not yet." "That's all right," said Betty. "He will, one day. How about Crunchie, huh?" "Any day now, I guess," I said, but I didn't really expect Greg to pump for another year or so. Betty and I picked the boys' quilt off the floor and pulled it over Timmy's body. He was face down and breathing deeply. We left him to sleep. We were downstairs. Greg — Crunchie — was leaving to go out to a movie with friends. I opened the back door and called out to Greg, who was rushing down the path to the street, where two friends were waiting in shorts and polos. His blue jeans were wrapped around a diaper, "just in case." At the movies, accidents do happen. "Did you change your diaper?" I called. "Hey, Greg," called his friend Andy, "we'll miss our ride." "Be there in a minute," Greg yelled back, and then he turned to me and said, "Yes, mum." Greg was not in the least embarrassed by wearing diapers for trips out. "Where did you put the used one?" "In the trash, like always." As I closed the back door I heard Andy, mimicking my voice, calling "Did you change your diaper, Crunchie?" Greg's face turned redder than usual. He yelled "Fuck off" at Andy in reply. I closed the back door and put tea bags into two cups and I made tea. I wasn't sure what to say to Betty but knowing that she was a pretty forthright woman I asked her outright whether she felt attracted to my little boy. "Hell yes," she said. "You need to ask, huh? Would I like to spend some time with a tightly pantied dreamboat ass like a giant peach?" "I wondered," I said. "Look," I steeled myself, "w-would you like to spend time alone with him?" Betty smirked. "You bet. Thank God you offered. You mean you'll let me change his diaper if I ask you nicely, huh?" "Sure," I said, "but wait until he comes downstairs. The packets of clean diapers are there." I pointed to the cupboard in the hallway. "Both boys take the same size. Large. Used diapers go in the dustbin. There are baby-wipes and talc in the cupboard, too. Take two wipes, you'll probably need them for Timmy." "They're both still in diapers, huh?" said Betty. "Nothing serious but they both wet the bed at night sometimes and occasionally during the day so… it saves on steam cleaning, and the boys like them." "They wet a lot, huh?" "'Fraid so. Once or twice a week at night and occasional leaks during the day, so they have to wear something." "So they don't mind, huh?" "They're OK with them. These diapers are pretty cool to look at. You're already transfixed by seeing Timmy in them, I can tell." "I'm like a stoat on the highway, caught in headlamps." "OK," I said, "here's the deal. I need to get some shopping. I'll go for it now. You can take a clean diaper upstairs and change Timmy. The plastic goes on the outside and don't spill talc on the sticky tabs. Phone my mobile when you're ready for me to come home. Don't worry about how long it takes me to do my shopping. I could easily be away for several hours. Greg comes home at midnight and Timmy will eat anything he can find in the freezer. Any worries?" "My heart is pounding," said Betty. "Don't do anything I wouldn't," I said. "Have a nice day."