An Easy Choice [Archive] (Patreon)

She finally came returned to the bedroom and sat down on the bed next to me.  For a moment, she did nothing at all.  Then, her fingers rose to the first button of her blouse.  With a fluid motion, the button was undone and her shirt spread apart a little.  Her eyes met mine; she knew I wanted more.

Her fingers went to the second button.  Again, her shirt spread apart a little more, exposing more of her cleavage to me.  Her heavy breasts were still causing so much tension in that tight shirt.  My eyes begged her for more.

Another button.  I thought she’d pause again, but she went right to the next one, unbuttoning that as well.  When she was finished, and her shirt was unbuttoned, she pulled her shirt open completely, exposing her chest to me, still wrapped in a black bra.  Silently, quickly, she reached behind herself, unclasped the bra, and let it fall to her lap.

There they were now, her breasts; gorgeous and otherworldly.  I wanted them.  She knew I wanted them too.  I wondered if she could tell that I was salivating.  Had I not been consciously holding my lips together, I would’ve been drooling.

“You like these?” she asked in that infuriatingly coy manner.

“O-of course.”

“Would you like to touch them?”

“Yes, very much so.”

“Would you like to taste them?”

I nodded rapidly.  Yes, please.

“Well, I’m not so sure I should let you,” she said with an innocent shrug.

My heart sank a little.  “Why so?” I pleaded.

“I just...I couldn’t help but notice...”  She didn’t even finish the sentence, instead reaching towards me with her hand.  For a moment, I thought she was reaching for my face...but at the last moment she guided it to my pants, where she massaged the bulge between my legs.  Yes, I was quite aroused, but the bulge she felt was not just my manhood.

“I...I’m sorry,” I said.

“You told me you were going to be a good boy and ask for permission first.  But...there you are, sitting in our bed in another pissy diaper that I had to find for myself.”

I was crushed.  Floored.  I didn’t know what to say.  I couldn’t even figure out how she knew, even if this was inevitable.

“Tell me, should bad boys be rewarded with sucking on Mommy’s breasts if they can’t even tell Mommy when they’ve made a dirty diaper?”

“I...well...no, I suppose not.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.  But...I’m feeling at least a little generous.  What if I gave you a choice.”

“A choice?”

“Mmhmm.  I will change your diaper right here, right now, but then I’m going to button up my shirt and you don’t get a special treat.  Or, I’ll let you suckle on my breasts - but that diaper stays on you until tomorrow.”

“I might get a rash though...”

“I suppose it's a possibility.  But that’s why it's a choice, baby boy.”

It wasn’t actually that hard of a decision. I laid my head in her lap, taking her breast into my mouth.  Any rash would be worth this.

“You’ve chosen wisely,” she cooed as her hand stroked my face.

I devoured her breast, taking as much of it as I could between my lips. I couldn’t contain myself. I wanted more.

“Such a sloppy little eater,” she said with a giggle. Her finger tips danced down my cheek and across my chest. “If I actually had milk, I doubt you’d be getting much.”

Her hand continued to skate down my body, finally reaching my diaper. Her fingers found the pronounced bulge in my diaper and began massaging and caressing it through the diaper. I moaned softly, the sound of it muffled by her nipple slipping across my lips.

“Do you like this?”

I moaned again.

“I thought so. And, again, I ask why you think you deserve this? A naughty little boy like you, who can’t even let me know when you need your diaper changed, is now getting to suckle on Mommy’s breast while getting his little toy played with. Does that seem fair to you?”

I offered another moaning noise as an answer. I had tried to actually give a response, but her hand and her breast were keeping me distracted and happy at both ends.

“And we both know what’s going to happen,” she continued. “You’re just going to get more and more excited until you go and squirt into your diaper. Is that right?”

I nodded, my face only further rubbing against the wet skin of her breast. Her fingers continued to expertly manipulate me through the padding.

“But, allow me to remind you that you’ll be in these diapers until tomorrow morning. Regardless of what you do in them. If you have to potty again...it’s going to happen in this diaper. If you make your little sticky mess in them, you’re going to be wearing that until tomorrow. Are you sure you’re okay with that.”

“Y-yes…”

“I thought so. Such a predictable little plaything, aren’t you? A nasty little boy who likes to stew in his dirty diaper.”

It had become too much, and she pushed me to the edge. I could tell she knew this, and as I grew closer and closer to finishing, I could feel her fingers sliding off of my diaper.

“No…,” I pathetically whimpered. “Please...more…”

She laughed and her fingers teased my sad little bulge for a few more moments before finally giving it a firm squeeze. That’s all it took. My mouth released her breast as I moaned one last time - a long pathetic noise as I finished inside my diaper.

“There. Now wasn’t that nice?”

I nodded.

“Good. Let’s go to bed. We’ll deal with your icky little pampers in the morning. You made the right choice, of course.”

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