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Feb 24, 2009

 

The Disposable Confessions of Dallas Delaney, Part 2

By Momma Rose

       “Does Baby want a change?” Vanessa crooned as she rocked Dallas gently in her arms. She expected him to grow angry, embarrassed or possibly to get dressed and quickly leave never to be seen again. Instead, Dallas stayed with the role play character of Baby (they hadn’t yet found a name for his inner child) and sucked his thumb. Vanessa held him and rubbed his big strong back under the leather jacket. What happened next took the good doctor’s breath away.

“I’m scared, Mommy.” Dallas said with a smoky East Texas drawl. There was a hint of mischief in the air and the chemistry was smoldering like a brushfire just waiting on a favorable breeze. Dallas was already fully hard. Never imagined a dang diaper would make him feel like a man, but there was no denying his truth. He knew he’d get away with a lot more if he acted like a baby. He said, “Pretty Mamma.” He nuzzled up against her neck and slipped her pearl necklace between his lips. As he teased the cool, cultured pearls with his tongue Vanessa’s heart raced under her blouse.

Vanessa put her hands in his dark, curly hair and sucked his earlobe. She whispered, “Who’s my bad Baby?” She slid down the soft netting of the playpen until she lay on the padded floor. “Bad, bad, Baby…oh, my what a big messy baby has in his diaper.” She felt the contours along the front of Dallas’ extra thick, crinkly plastic diaper. She named them like she was naming stars in the sky. “Ohhh lookie Baby, there’s the big dipper…see, Momma is cupping the round part at the base.”

Dallas was breathing hard and rocking his hips against the soft, squishy friction in his diaper. “Where, Mommy? I don’t see a round part.”
“Silly bear,” She giggled, “It’s right here, in my hand…feel?”

“No Momma, that’s the handle of the big dipper.” Dallas said, and then he moved on top of her.

Vanessa said, “Rub Momma through your diaper, my big boy.” She spread her legs and he pressed her white silk lace panties through the padding. Dallas unbuttoned her blouse and suckled her ripe, firm breasts and pink nipples. They kissed like adults and soon she released his cock from the diaper. Dallas slid his firm, shiny cock head over the groove of her sweet pink pussy a dozen times before he slipped it into her. They moaned together as adults and rocked there in the playpen. It had been a very long time since either one had made love.

--  To Be Continued

 

 

 

February 14, 2009

The Disposable Confessions of Dallas Delaney, Part 1

By Momma Rose      

Dallas was once an oil rigger, a six-foot-two rough neck boilermaker—a welder—in East Texas.  He could stay high up in the rigs the longer than any man on the hottest, windiest of days. He drank the hardest than anyone on his crew, and at the end of a good bar fight, Dallas was always the last man standing. Today Dallas was lying down.       “Can I take your coat, Baby?” Vanessa gently suggested.

The air was hazy with sweet scented talcum powder as the morning sun blazed through the venation blinds and lay sliced to ribbons on the gray carpet. Dallas had to laugh at himself. He never imagined he would be wearing a large white disposable diaper and sitting in a therapist’s office. He had just been powdered and pampered and now he was in a fetal position in a corner of the well-padded playpen. Dallas was unsuccessfully hiding his throbbing cock, which was longer and thicker than the handle of his custom-made pool cue. He didn’t know if his therapist (who specialized in this kind of play therapy for adults) was his mother-whore or his employee. Dallas said, “I’d like to leave my biker boots on, but you can take my coat, uh…Mommy?”

Vanessa took off her high heel shoes and came over to the playpen. She leaned over the heavily padded rail and smiled warmly. Dallas loved the way her Chanel number five made her breasts even more inviting. She was wearing a pale pink silk business blouse with a white push up bra. He could see everything.  “Give Mommy your leather coat, Baby.” Vanessa let the weight of the well-worn black leather biker coat press against the heavy padding on his crotch.

This was his first full hard on in a year. As Vanessa covered him securely with his heavy black coat and tucked it between his legs, Dallas groaned and came in his diaper. Then he was really and truly humiliated. He apologized over and over as he sobbed into her lovely smelling breasts. Vanessa climbed into the playpen with him and cradled him. She rocked him as he sobbed like a baby and told him she was proud of the big hot load he’d made for her. She reached down and checked his work. “Good boy!” She crooned. “Look what you made for Mommy!” She patted the crinkly front of the diaper.

Dallas immediately grew hard again as the padding slipped and gripped his creamy cock and wet, steamy balls. 

--  To Be Continued