From Fatherhood to Babyhood - Chapter Two (Patreon)

“You wet the bed?” Shouted Carmen. 

“Please,” said Robby, “Not so loud. The kids will hear” 

“Oh, they will,” she said, “All this big talk about how men are superior to women and that women are just kids looking for a father figure. And you come and pull something like this?” 

Robby has never seen his wife this angry. Thinking it better, he has never seen his wife angry before, or at least, not at him. Though, she was right. What kind of man would wet the bed?

“I’m sorry,” said Robby, looking down at his feet like a kid being caught doing something naughty. 

“You will. Now get this clean right away while I take a shower.” 

“But, I’ll wake up the kids.” 

“I told you. The kids will find out, whether by you or by me. You decide. And don’t you think I haven’t notice the damp spots on your trousers lately. I’m the one bloody cleaning them all the time. I’m tired of your little wee wee peeing on everything.” Carmen kept saying as she removed her clothes that were a bit damped by Robby’s accident, “I can’t believe it. A man your age” 

She had a beautiful body, though slightly on the shorter side, her breasts were big and soft. And her nipples, perfectly round, surprising for someone with two kids already. 

“What are you waiting for?” She asked, and Robby began stripping the bed down. 

She left for the bathroom, leaving Robby alone in his shame. 

He stripped the bed, did his best to clean the mattress, and flipped before putting on new sheets. Now, alone in his room, he could hear his wife taking a shower in their bathroom. So, he left the room, wet sheets on hand, and went straight to the laundry. Though, before he could get there, he found his son, Chris still on his laptop. 

“Hi dad,” said Chris, “You okay?” 

“Yeah. Why?”

“Well, I could hear mom, and you are walking with some sheets that are pretty smelly. So, I wanted to know how you were doing” 

Robby couldn’t handle it anymore. It was his wife’s words, the fact that he had wet the bed, and the fact that his son now knew about it. He began crying, a desperate cry, what kind of man would do that? But, before his thoughts could keep teasing him, Chris had stand right in front of him, towering and handsome. He embraced his father , pulling him closer and letting Robby cry on him. 

“It’s okay,” said Chris, “It’s okay” 

Robby just continued to cry, not noticing that his son had move him to the couch and sat him on his lap, like a father would to a toddler. 

“Chris, what the fuck are ...” Robby tried to speak. 

But Chris had put his thumb on Robby’s mouth. Robby tried to protest. But, he couldn’t, his son was too strong, a lot stronger than him and a lot taller. Robby, not knowing what to do, just began sucking. 

“Shhh,” said Chris, “This will be our secret” 

Chris held his father as he cried. As for Robby, he found sucking Chris’ thumb was soothing, and he needed to be soothed. A minute past, and then ten, and finally, Robby stopped crying and began closing his eyes.