Aunties Visit (Patreon)

“Oh my goodness, Mikey look at you it feels like it’s been forever since I last saw you!” Rose swooned as she threw her bags down and pulled her adult nephew in for a hug, quickly enveloping him into her ample bosom.

“Hi Aunty, it’s good to see you too.” Mike replied with a smothered voice as he gasped for air.

“Mike, are you going to just stand there gawking or are you going to help your Aunt with her bags?” His mother asked.

“Sorry.” He murmured, though not quite sure how it was his fault given he hadn’t even a moments chance to offer his assistance. “Can I take your bags for you Aunty?”

“Ohhhh and such a gentleman now as well, that’s very grown up of you Mikey.”

The two sisters chuckled watching as Mike awkwardly handled his Aunts bags and wondered off with them to the spare room, taking the minimum amount of due care when dumping them by the bed.

‘It’s going to be a long holidays.’ He thought disdainfully.

His Aunt was going to be staying the whole winter holidays; it had been some time since she had been over and since divorcing her husband whom she had moved across the ocean for; she was now home for the first time in many years. He thought about hiding out in his room, but it wouldn’t be long before his mother barged in and pulled him out by his ear. He may be an adult now but the boundaries he felt he was owed at his age were seemingly not shared by her.

Crossing back over the threshold towards the living room his footsteps followed the sounds of laughter and what he could only imagine was the sound of a wine cork popping. As he approached the sound of their boastfulness grew so Austin quickly turned the other cheek and headed back to his bedroom, it would be better to risk his mother coaxing him out in an embarrassing manner than endure their babble for longer than he would be forced too.

It was later in the evening and the grumble that came from Mike’s stomach signalled that he couldn’t draw out not eating any longer. He also felt a twinging from his bladder and realised he was going to have to deal with that soon too. With a disgruntled sigh he apprehensively left his bedroom to go grab some food in the kitchen, opting to find something to eat before using the loo. Unfortunately the kitchen was only separated from the living room by a breakfast bar so it was inevitable that he would run into both his mother and auntie.

“Mikey.” His Aunt called out the moment he stepped into view.

He cringed as he offered her an awkward well-meant smile before retrieving a plate of leftovers from the night before to heat up in the microwave.

“Come say hello to Auntie.” She slurred with the glass still in hand.

Reluctantly Mike left his plate on the counter top for the time being and cautiously walked over to sit beside his Aunt.

“Nooo Mikey, you’re not too big to sit on Auntie Rose’s lap like you used to.”

With a fearful look fastened to his face his auntie lifted him effortlessly onto her lap, making him feel much younger than he actually was now that he was perched on her knees and somehow managed to fit nestled there.

“Auntie!” Mike whined. “I’m too old for this.”

Rose chuckled and so did his mother, whom after Mike gave her one desperate, pleading look realised would do nothing to save him from this embarrassment.

“Pish posh.” Rose teased. “If I remember correctly on my last visit you were still in diapers!”

Mike winced as he thought back and realised her statement to be truthful. You would think if that were the case than her last visit must have been back when he was still a babe, but unfortunately only several years had since passed.

During his teens Mike had a spout of bed wetting, after speaking with a paediatrist that his mum still insisted he go to she concluded that it would have been brought about by the stress of growing up and beginning high school. The solution was either medication or diapers, Mike would have rather chosen the medication but his mother refused to give him drugs and insisted he wear protection at night. It was an embarrassing year and a half until he had finally outgrown his need to wear his ‘goodnight underpants’ a far reach from diapers but still utterly emasculating for someone his age to be wearing to bed.

“They weren’t diapers.” Mike awkwardly blurted out. “They were goodnights.” He responded in a much quieter voice.

“OHHH my apologies to the big boy, all crinkly underwear look like diapers to me.” Rose teased.

“Have you got yours on now then, we wouldn’t want any accidents.”

Mike froze as Jill snapped back his underwear as if she was actually checking to see if he was still wearing them.

“Auntie, I stopped wearing those years ago.” Mike whined, attempting to pull away from his increasingly embarrassing Aunt.

“I guess you are a big boy then, but do you still like being tickled!”

“AUNTIE.” Mike screeched.

He had the most intensely sensitive ticklish spots on the sides of his chests and apparently Rose hadn’t forgotten about them. Forgoing the fact that he was now a young adult she pulled her arms under his shirt and began her assault.

“Stoooop.” Mike burst out between a fit of giggles.

Eventually she seemed to listen and stopped tickling him and once his laughter died off he realised the room had fallen silent.

“MIKE.” His mother cried.

“It’s ok Sam he can’t help it, guess Mikey isn’t as big as he thinks he is.”

It took a moment for it to dawn on Mike what they were talking about, until he twisted in place and felt the wetness that had soaked through his pants and undoubtedly covered his auntie in a similar fashion.

“I’m sorry…” He said completely crestfallen.

“It’s alright Mikey baby.” Rose slurred. “I’ll help get you fixed up.”

As he was walked over towards the bathroom he managed to turn and see a surprised and disappointed look from his mother staring back at him. Mike was humiliated, but he couldn’t help but let his aunt take control he was still in shock from the accident. When she took him into the bathroom he thought that would be the end of it, until she began to undress him.

“What are you doing?” He yelped.

“Just let auntie deal with these wet clothes, I’ll make it all better.”

Mike couldn’t help but obey the sound of his aunt’s syrupy sweet voice and being in such a vulnerable position was bringing back strange memories of his youth. He used to love seeing her and he suddenly remembered being heartbroken when she moved away. Rose always lavished him with attention and he ate it all up, she had never had kids of her own, perhaps that was why she was so drawn to him and him her.

Completely naked Mike sat down in the bathtub and watched as Rose turned on the taps and waited for it to fill. He felt rather lost and not sure what to do, eventually as the levels rose he looked back up at his Aunt and realised she had removed her clothes down to her underwear. She was seemingly unfazed by the fact that Mike was seeing her this way and turned off the running water before she started to bathe him like there was nothing odd about this.

She met his gaze for a moment and Mike quickly spun his head around blushing.

“Sorry Mikey.” Rose giggled. “But you gave my clothes a thorough soaking as well!”

It was as good an explanation as any, but Mike was still incredibly bashful at the fact his aunt was now bathing him in her underwear. But still he realised as she bought the wet cloth between his legs, at least she was more dressed than he was.

Mike wouldn’t admit it but he was actually starting to like being bathed and felt slightly disappointed when she withdrew the plug from the bath and the water began to empty from the tub. She quickly pulled him out and threw a towel around him before she took charge of that chore too and scrubbed him dry.

“There, that’s much better.” Rose smiled. “Look how clean you are, what do we say when someone does something nice for us?”

“Thank you.” Mike chirped, remembering his manners.

“Such a sweet boy.” Rose playfully bopped him on the nose.

She left his towel in the bathroom and Mike was forced to move through the house naked to his bedroom where they met his mother.

“I managed to dig these out, never thought we would need to use them again, guess something stopped me from throwing them away.” His mother said, holding one of his goodnights in her hand.

Rose gently pushed him towards her where she kneeled before him with the pull up stretched between her hands.

“Leg in.” She commanded.

She was much sterner than Rose was, but Mike felt equally compelled to obey and reluctantly stepped into his humiliating underwear that he thought he had already seen the last of. Shamefully they still seemed to fit just as well, maybe slightly more snug than they used to from the last time he had worn them.

“Even back then you only wore them at night, guess you just weren’t ready to be out of them.” His mother sighed before leaving the room.

“Mum it was just one accident.” Mike called out.

“There there Mikey.” Rose spoke up and spun him around to face her. “You take as much time as you need in your diapers, I have a feeling such a big boy might need some thicker protection.”

She gently adjusted his padding making sure it fit properly.

“I’m going to heat up your food and bring it back for you, I’ll speak to mummy about going a bit easier on you too after all you can’t help it.”

She gently pushed her hand against his padded underwear.

“If you have an accident, come tell Auntie Rose, I’ll make sure I get this cute little tushie some diapers if that’s the case.”

She offered him one more loving smile before leaving him alone in the room. He thought carefully about what she had just said to him, it felt like a challenge, was she giving him the choice to wet himself if he wanted things to go further. What would happen, would she baby him, but he was supposed to be an adult, things should never have gotten this far.

He twitched his fingers anxiously and realised that sooner rather than latter he would need to use the toilet again, it would be at that moment that he would have to make his decision. He caught sight of his reflection inside his wardrobe mirror, dressed down to his old crinkly goodnights and he realised with a blush, that he already knew what the answer would be.