Summary: A boy is babied by his mother. He is spoiled with diapers, 
breastfeeding, bottles, pacifiers, and more. He is sexually aroused 
during certain things. Read more to find out.

A Mother’s Perspective

(Written in the mother’s point of view)

	It all started one evening at home. My son, Billy, and I were 
watching a special on extended breast feeding. I was intrigued by the 
debate from one such mother. She was telling how her 10 year old boy 
still breast fed and wears diapers. She talked about how much he loves 
wearing diapers and peeing in them. She swears upon the bond they have 
and how healthy he stays. Her son also did remarkably well in school as 
a result. I pondered if I had breast fed Billy for long enough. I had 
weaned him at about 9 months. I listened to a doctor and he was saying 
that babies should be breast fed for at least 2 years. That settled it! 
I was going to see if I could get my Billy to latch back on and wear 
diapers again. I looked over at him sitting next to me. He was in a t-
shirt and some little boy briefs. Billy had an erection. I smirked and 
knew that this was really going to work. I decided I would start 
tomorrow after work.
	Let me tell you a little about Billy so you can get a good idea. 
He is 7 years old and will be 8 in May of next year. He has blonde hair 
and blue eyes. He is small for his age, so he looks like he is about 5 
years old. He is in the third grade and does so-so in school. He is so 
small and so thin that he still wears size 5T. He had a bedwetting 
problem a few years ago, but grew out of it. After I took away his 
diapers, he begged for them back. I figured it was his way of getting 
attention, but I never gave them back. He still has to sit in a carseat 
due to his small size and light weight. He sucks his thumb when he gets 
too upset or cries, so he still is very young mentally.
	The show ended and Billy was yawning. I told him to go get ready 
for bed and that I would be in a moment to tuck him in. As he left the 
room, I noticed my nipples were as hard as pebbles and they hurt too. I 
hadn’t felt that since I was breast feeding Billy. I turned on my 
laptop and decided to do some research. While my computer loaded up, I 
went to tuck in my baby boy. He lay in bed with the covers pulled back 
waiting for me to cover him and kiss him on his head. I caught myself 
envisioning he was in a diaper and waiting to be nursed to sleep. This 
was almost erotic to me, yet not. It was strange so I tucked him in 
quickly and left the room. I headed over to my laptop and got on a site 
about how to stimulate milk production. Some offered herbal supplements 
and odd devices for hundreds of dollars. One offered a few injections 
from the doctor, but all of the sites said “stimulation”. They said to 
let the baby/child suckle as though it were there, and that it would 
eventually come in. I decided to give it a shot, and if it never came 
in, then I would go to the doctor.
	Meanwhile, while his mother researched about how to fill her 
breasts with milk, Billy was in his room thinking about suckling on his 
mom’s breasts and wearing diapers and stuff. This turned him on big 
time! He got a full erection that pressed against his underwear making 
a tent. Before his father had died, Billy had looked at his father’s 
porn and had learned how to masturbate, only to get caught and get a 
spanking of his life. He decided to put that knowledge to the test. 
Billy reached inside his underwear with his right hand and began 
stroking his little prick. It didn’t take long for him to reach a dry 
orgasm thinking about sucking on his mother’s breasts in a diaper. He 
turned over and went to sleep sucking on his thumb, pretending it was 
his mother’s breast. His dreams were filled with thoughts of bottles, 
diapers, pacifiers, and of course, his mother.
	The next morning was Friday, Billy went off to school and I went 
off to work. I sat at my desk and couldn’t concentrate on the stupid 
project I had due in 2 weeks for my boss. All I could think about was 
going to the store and buying baby stuff and going home to Billy. The 
time ticked by and eventually the clock struck noon, and I shot out of 
the office to go shopping. I only work part time due to Billy coming 
home from school. I drove quickly to a nearby store. I walked straight 
to the baby section and picked up a bunch of size 3 pacifiers, 2 
packages of size 5 Huggies, a breast pump, some baby formula, baby 
food, baby plates and silverware, and big bottles. I grabbed a few 
boxes of wipes and a big bottle of powder. I decided to grab some bath 
time fun stuff. I got some toys, baby shampoo and body wash, and a few 
baby wash clothes. I ran to the check out and sped home. I immediately 
set up shop in my bedroom. I opened every package I bought. I placed 
all the dishware, silverware, bottles and pacifiers in the dishwasher 
to get ready for use tonight. I put the diapers, wipes and baby powder 
on my bed. I threw the baby toys and clothes in the tub and set the 
baby shampoo and wash on the side of the tub.
	I looked at the time and I had about 2 hours until Billy came 
home. I got online and read up on how to regress his mind and get him 
to let go of his bladder and bowels. I learned how to talk to him and 
how to make sure he was okay mentally and emotionally. Then, I read 
about how to prepare myself. I learned how to properly clean my nipples 
and how to get him to latch on without his teeth causing pain. With my 
new found intelligence, I sat down on the couch and hooked up the 
breast pump. I started it on the lowest setting and decided to up it 
one notch every five minutes. I didn’t realize how much it was going to 
hurt, but I fought the pain because I wanted results. I did this for an 
hour and got to the highest level of pain with no success. About this 
time, the dishwasher finished, so I unloaded it and put the bottles 
together in the cabinet and I put the pacifiers in different places 
around the house. Then I ran to go get a shower and get ready to go 
pick up my baby from school. I cleaned my breasts as indicated and then 
put on a bra and shirt that could easily be removed or pulled down.
	When we got home, I told Billy that I had a big surprise for him. 
He jumped around eagerly and begged me to know the answer. I told him 
to put his book bag away, and head to my bathroom. He looked at me 
puzzled. I repeated myself and told him I would meet him in there. I 
pocketed a pacifier on the way to the bathroom. He joined me in there 
quickly. I told him to look around. He did and didn’t notice anything, 
so I said “look in the tub”. He looked and got a smile on his face. I 
said, “It’s for you baby. I am going to give you a bath like I did when 
you were a baby.” He started taking off his shirt, but I stopped him 
and told him that I was supposed to do that. I picked him up and 
carried him to my bed. I sat him up and took off his shirt, shoes and 
socks. Then I laid him back and undid his pants and pulled them off 
him. I pulled off his little underwear and then picked him back up in 
my arms. I went into the bathroom and set him down on the floor. I told 
him to sit there like a good baby and not move. He started to say that 
he wasn’t a baby, but I corrected him and told him that he was. I told 
him that only babies wore toddler clothes. He looked down ashamed at 
the floor and his crotch. I started the water and put the plug in the 
drain. I put a few drops of the baby wash into the water to make a 
little bit of bubbles. I turned back to pick him up and put him in the 
tub, and I noticed he was starting to get an erection. I ignored it and 
placed him in the tub. I put the toys in front of him and told him to 
play while I bathed him. He played happily while I washed his hair and 
face. I told him to stand up so that I could wash his body. He stood up 
and covered himself, but I told him that babies aren’t afraid to let 
his mommy wash him. He slowly pulled his hands away and I washed him 
from head to toes. When I washed his crotch, I commented on how he had 
a baby prick. He looked upset, but I told him that mommy was proud to 
have her baby back and I told him all the good things babies get to do. 
His sadness turned to utter joy when I finished. I rinsed him and 
wrapped him in a beach towel so that the oversized towel would make him 
feel small again. He wrapped his arms and legs around me and put his 
head on my shoulder as I carried him back to my bed. I laid him down on 
his back and finished drying him off. I pulled out a diaper and told 
him I was going to let him “play” baby tonight. I turned it into a game 
and he was happy to play along. I put the diaper under his butt and 
then grabbed the baby powder and sprinkled it on his crotch. I pulled 
the diaper up between his legs and he instantly got a hard-on. I 
ignored it again and taped up the sides fittingly. I reached in my 
pocket and pulled out the pacifier. His eyes lit up with excitement. I 
pushed it against his lips and he opened and started sucking noisily. I 
picked him up and he laid his head on my shoulder again. I carried him 
to the kitchen and sat him on the counter. I asked him if he was 
hungry, and he nodded his head. I picked out a nice turkey dinner baby 
jar and a clean baby spoon. I put the jar in the microwave for a few 
seconds and then took it out and stirred it thoroughly. I walked over 
to Billy and removed the pacifier and scooped a spoonful of food onto 
the spoon and brought it to his lips. He opened his mouth and ate the 
first bite. He did this for the whole jar. I asked him if he was still 
hungry, and he replied with a “yes mommy”. That melted my heart. I 
asked him if he wanted a bottle to drink. This time, he said, “yes 
mama”. That sent a feeling to my nipples that almost made me jump. I 
turned and made him a nice warm bottle of milk. I picked him up and 
laid him down on the couch. I placed the bottle in his mouth and told 
him to hold it and drink it while “mama” went and cleaned up the 
kitchen. While he drank, I cleaned up and drank a big glass of water. 
When I returned to the couch, the bottle was nearly empty. As he 
finished the last ounce of milk, I sat him up on my lap and took the 
bottle away. I patted his back until he let out a large burp. Then I 
turned him toward me let him lay his head on my shoulder while I rocked 
forward and back humming softly. He slowly started to drift to sleep, 
so I laid him in bed and told him to go to sleep and that I would see 
him in the morning. I also told him that the bathroom was off limits. 
If he needed to go to the bathroom, he had to do it in the diaper and 
that I would change him in the morning. He started to argue, but I 
hushed him and told him we would talk about it tomorrow.
	As I left the room, Billy wet his diaper. He had been dying to do 
that since I put it on him, but he was too embarrassed to do so. As the 
warmth spread over his now hardening penis, he flipped onto his stomach 
and began humping the mattress, making his penis rub on the diaper. He 
opened his eyes and saw a pacifier lying on the night stand next to his 
bed. He grabbed it and started sucking vigorously until he had another 
dry orgasm in his diaper. He laid still and sucked on his pacifier 
until he fell into a deep sleep.
	He awoke in the morning to me checking his diaper to see if he 
needed to be changed. Indeed, he did need a change. He reached up for 
me to lift him and began peeing again in his diaper. It felt so good, 
he got another erection.
	I lifted him and felt something warm spreading on my stomach. I 
knew he had just wet his diaper again and it made me smile. I laid him 
on the bed and untaped the sides and pulled the front of the diaper 
again. I was greeted by another erection, that again, I ignored. I slid 
the diaper out from under his butt and cleaned him off with a wet wipe. 
I put another diaper under his butt and sprinkled baby powder on him 
and did him back up. I then took him to the kitchen for a warm bottle I 
had already prepared. I laid him across my lap and fed the bottle to 
him. As Billy finished, I asked him if he wanted some food now. He 
shook his head no. I asked if he wanted another bottle, he said no. I 
asked him if he felt alright or if he wanted something else. He said he 
felt fine but that he wanted to suck on my boobies. I said, “You mean 
you want to be breast fed?” He said yes. I told him that I was trying 
to get them to fill up with milk, but that they hadn’t yet. He asked if 
he could just suck on them anyway. I figured why not. I asked him which 
side he wanted to suck on and he pointed to my left breast. I lifted my 
shirt and pulled my breast out of my bra. I showed him how to latch on 
so that he wouldn’t hurt “mama”. I held his head in my left hand and I 
held my breast in my right. I guided my nipple to his mouth and pressed 
his mouth on. He began sucking gently and closed his eyes. He nursed on 
that one breast for nearly an hour. I told him he was a very good boy 
and that we could do this everyday, but that he was going to have to 
call it something else when there were other people around. We decided 
on calling it “num num’s”. That way no one knew. I told him that if he 
wanted to nurse, he had to be wearing a diaper because only babies 
nurse. I told him if we were going to do this. He was going to have to 
be my baby all the time. He agreed and we have been doing it every 
since. I finally have my milk in and he nurses on me three times a day. 
He wears diapers and pees and poops in them. No w that he is older, I 
tend to find gooey cum in his diapers in the morning. I don’t say 
anything because I want him to stay happy. I love him very much and 
can’t wait to breast feed him again.

Another story, another day. I hope you all enjoy.