At My Mother's Friend's House
                                     
My  mother  had one of her friends over one evening for dinner.
She  was  a next door neighbor whose husband was out of town. As
the evening wore on, a storm  brewed outside and the neighbor,
who was frightened of such  events, became  concerned that she
would be unable to sleep if there  were  no  one else  in  her 
home. Being a compassionate soul, my mother offered  that  I
would  spend the night at the neighbor's home to ease her nerves. 
At  that time  I  was sixteen and needless to say was somewhat
embarrassed  by  this turn  of  events. After some discussion of
the merits of such an event,  it was  decided  that I would
indeed spend the night next door.  The  friend's name  was Velda
Thomas, and I called her Mrs. Thomas, being brought up to respect
my elders as I was.

Mrs.  Thomas and I left to go to her home at about 9:00 PM and as
we walked in  the dark she said it was going to be nice having a
"baby" in the  house again.

As  we  walked in the door, Mrs. Thomas said that I needn't call 
her  Mrs. Thomas  while  I  was  at her house. She said that she 
really  missed  her children who were grown up and that it would
be appreciated if I would call her  Mommy  while I was there. My
faced flushed with this  request,  but I agreed.

I  had brought with me my pajamas, toothbrush and the like, and
Mommy  said we  should  take  them into the guest room where I
would  be  spending  the night. It was an old fashioned room,
with little lighting, a double bed and an  attached bath.  I put
my belongings away in the bathroom, and put on my "PJs",  as
Mommy called them. When I came out of the bathroom, the bed  was
turned down and Mommy called from the kitchen that she was
getting me some warm milk and that I should climb into bed.

When I climbed into bed I heard a rustling sound from the
mattress and felt something  gently buckle underneath the sheet.
This brought  back  memories that I couldn't quite place, but
they seemed fond memories of a more secure time.  Mommy brought
the warm milk and said I should drink it and not worry about  any 
"accidents" while I slept. She told me that she always  kept  a
rubber sheet on the bed and that she had one on her bed also,
just in case. (My brain suddenly put things together, and I
purposely moved on the bed to feel and hear the exciting to me.)

I  drank the milk as instructed and Mommy took the empty glass
back to  the kitchen.  When she returned, she said that if I
thought there might  be  an accident,  she  had  a large sized
diaper I could wear.  Well,  being  both excited  by the rubber
sheet and nervous about spending the night  in this strange 
house,  I decided to take no chances. "OK, Mommy,  I'll  wear 
the diaper." Mommy opened a drawer in the dresser and pulled out
a large,  soft white diaper. She also pulled out a pair of white
rubber pants and asked if I wanted to wear them too.

By  this time my recollection of early childhood was awakened,
and I became aroused by the prospect of spending the night in a
diaper and rubber  pants on  a  rubber sheeted bed. Mommy seemed
to sense this, and also  recognized that  I  was  sixteen  and 
somewhat embarrassed  by  my  predicament.  She suggested  I 
change  in  the bathroom. I did  this  with  relief.  When  I
returned,  Mommy had pulled back the cotton sheet on the bed, 
leaving  the rubber  sheet for me to sleep on. She said that this
would make  sure  that everything would be taken care of in case
of an accident.

At  this point, Mommy said she was tired and was going to bed
herself,  and for  me to get in bed so she could tuck me in.  As
I climbed into the  bed, the feel of the smooth rubber sheet, the
sound of it rustling underneath my rubber  pants and diaper and
its subtle smell excited me beyond anything I had  experienced
before. Mommy calmly bent down and kissed me goodnight  on
my  forehead.  As  she left, she patted me on my diapered, 
rubber  covered bottom.

That  night,  as I might have expected, I wet the bed. Having had 
a  great deal  to  drink,  I  flooded the diapers, and the rubber 
pants  could  not contain the fluid which leaked out. Fortunately
there was the rubber  sheet to protect the bed.

Well,  when  Mommy  came in that morning I was still asleep.  
She  quickly assessed  the situation and patiently waited for my
awakening. As  my  eyes fluttered  open,  there she was with a
maternal smile looking  down  at  my predicament.  "Well,  well,
it looks like my baby  had  an  accident,"  she calmly  stated,
adding "Aren't we fortunate we protected the bed  with  the
rubber sheet!" I could do nothing but agree.

Then  she  said  to  my  amazement, "Mommy will help you  change 
your  wet diapers,  carefully  get off the bed and let me get
ready".  Apparently  my mouth  dropped open, and Mommy,
recognizing my concern, said  "I've  raised three  boys so you
have no reason to be embarrassed or concerned.  In  fact, one of
them still wets the bed, and he's thirty eight years old, so come
on and  get up and go sit on the chair while I clean up the bed."
I did  as  I was  told  and  saw that Mommy had protected the
chair with another  rubber sheet.

As  I  sat in my slushy diapers, and rubber pants, Mommy
proceeded to clean and  dry  the wet rubber sheet and change the
top sheet which had become  a little wet. After she had done this
she told me to come back to the bed and lie  down on my back. I
did. She slid the wet rubber pants off and unpinned the diapers.
She pulled the soaked diapers off, and my bare bottom came  in
touch  with  the  freshly powdered rubber sheet, I  became 
aroused.  Mommy looked  at  me  with a sweet smile and said
nothing. She proceeded  to  get clean diapers.

Well,  I  thought I was going home since it was morning and told
Mommy  so. She  said  that she had arranged with my real mother
so that I could  spend today  and tonight with her, since she
would still be afraid tonight.  Wow, what  will happen next I
wondered. Resigning myself to fate for the  twenty four  hours, I
calmly laid back on the bed, relaxing and enjoying the  feel of 
the  rubber  sheet. Mommy quickly diapered me, and asked  if  I 
needed rubber  pants  during the day. I said I thought not, and
she  obliged.  She told me to go ahead and get dressed.

My  pants were thankfully loose fitting so the diapers did not
show. During the day Mommy and I went to the shopping mall. We
were very busy looking at all  the  shops,  and had stopped for
hot chocolate in the morning  and  at lunch  I  had a large cola.
While we were on our way to one of her  friends house  I  had  to 
go to the bathroom. Mommy did not stop, and  finally  my bladder 
could not withstand the pressure and I flooded my diapers  with 
a sigh of relief. Mommy immediately noticed what had happened and
pulled  off to  a  roadside  park  which conveniently appeared.
"Oh  my!"  said  Mommy, "you've had an accident, what are we to
do?"

Well,  Mommy already had that planned. She said "I had a feeling
this might happen, so I came prepared. We wouldn't want you going
to my friend's house all  wet."  With that she reached into the
back seat of the car and  got  a small  case. From it she got
some clean, dry clothes, a clean diaper and  a pair of rubber
pants. "Put these on so you look presentable when we get  to
Arlene's house." Mommy said. Arlene was Mommy's friend. What
could I do but oblige.

About  20 minutes later we arrived at Arlene's house. As I walked
from  the car  to  the  house I could hear the swishing of the
rubber pants,  but  at least they didn't show since Mommy had
another pair of loose fitting pants. She  gave  me  a knowing
look as she knocked on Arlene's front  door.  When Arlene 
answered she was younger than I had anticipated.  She welcomed 
us and  Mommy  introduced  me as her "temporary baby".  I  must 
have  blushed because Arlene giggled and told Mommy she knew what
it was like to have big babies around the house.

As I walked into Arlene's house, the sound of the rubber pants
seemed to me almost  deafening.  I was certain it could be heard
blocks  away;  my  face blushed with embarrassment.  To my
surprise, nothing was said. Arlene  lead us  into the living room
and motioned for us to sit down. I went over to  a chair while
Mommy and Arlene sat on the couch. "Shall we have something  to
drink?" Arlene asked. Mommy got some coffee, and I had a coke.
For a while, perhaps  30  minutes,  Mommy and Arlene talked about
old  times.  They  had apparently  known  each other for around
ten years and Arlene  was  fifteen years younger than Mommy.
During this period, I was neither involved in the discussion, nor
was I discussed. Then Arlene refilled the coffee  for  she, and
Mommy and brought me another coke.

"Now  who  is  this pretty little baby you brought with you?"
Arlene  asked Mommy.  Well,  this third party reference to me,
while not unexpected,  was somewhat  disconcerting. "Oh he's my
next door neighbor's  and  he's  spent last night and is spending
tonight with me since Fred is out of town."  was the  reply. "How
nice of your neighbor to be so thoughtful." "She's such  a nice 
person and so understanding _ with the storm last night  she 
knew  I would be afraid."

There  was  more small talk about my real mother, and as time
progressed  I began  to  feel  the  need to go to the bathroom.  
As  that  feeling  grew stronger  I  moved  in  my  chair, afraid
to say anything.  Finally  Arlene noticed  my  consistent
shifting and asked Mommy what might be the  matter. Mommy  told 
her  that I probably needed to use the bathroom.  Arlene  told
Mommy that the bathroom was not working, and the plumber was
supposed  have been  there yesterday, but didn't show up. When I
heard this, it only  made the urge stronger, but with increasing
effort I maintained control.

Mommy  commented  to Arlene that I had a problem wetting  the 
bed  (to  my horror  at  the time). Arlene then said, "When your
baby came  in  today  I noticed  his  pants seemed rather full
and heard a funny  crinkling  as  he walked." to which Mommy
casually replied that I had an accident on the  way to  Arlene's
and she had put me in diapers and rubber pants.  The  cat  was
out of the bag and I could only hope that my embarrassment would
not be too great _ but I also had a sense of excitement and
expectation. "Well, then," Arlene  cooed  as she spoke to me for
the first time, "it  looks  like  you won't be needing a bathroom
any way. Aren't we the lucky ones today!"

With that my control was lost and I flooded the diapers. The look
of relief on  my  face must of been obvious, since Arlene said to
Mommy that  I  must need  changing.  I  knew that Mommy must have
some  more  diapers  and  was anxious  to change into them before
I leaked through the rubber pants,  and got the chair wet.

Then,  to my utter surprise, Arlene came over to me and took my
hand saying "Come  with  Arlene,  and we'll change those diapers
before  you  hurt  the furniture."  Now  having  Mommy change me
was one  thing,  but  Arlene  was younger than my real mother _
oh what a predicament. I looked at Mommy  for support,  but  she
just waved me to go with Arlene. We went into  Arlene's bedroom 
and  she told me to sit on the bed.  She said "We can't  have 
you getting my bed wet, let me get something to protect it." She
came back with what  looked to be a plastic shower curtain and
had me stand as she put  it on  the  bed. "Okay, now just lay
back and let me take care of  you."  What else could I do but
obey. Arlene removed my pants and then looked at me  in my 
diapers and rubber pants. "You are lucky to have someone look 
out  for
you  so well." commented Arlene as she slid the rubber pants down
and  off of  me.  "I'm  going to go wash these, so you just lay
there  till  I  come back."  she said as more of a command than a
request. I heard the sound  of water  and  just  a few minutes
later she returned with the cleaned  rubber pants.

She  got  some  baby  powder and powdered them. The baby  powder 
certainly smelled  clean and fresh. She also brought back some
clean diapers,  but  I didn't  think she had obtained them from
Mommy. As she leaned  over  me  to unpin  the  diapers I noticed
that she did not have a bra under  her  loose fitting  sweater.
This was the first time I had been alone with a woman  of her age
and my arousal soon became apparent to Arlene. She unpinned the
pin closest  to  her, and as she reached to the other side, her 
hand  and  arm brushed lightly over the bulge in the diaper. She
let her arm rest there as she  undid the other pin. Pulling down
the diaper she smiled and said,  "My you  are  a big baby now
aren't you?" She the told me to turn over  as  she pulled  off
the diaper. The slick feel of the plastic curtain continued  to
increase my arousal.

By  now  my  heart was pumping madly, the adrenaline coursing 
through  me. Arlene  went  into the bathroom and got a damp
washcloth. She proceeded  to clean me off very gently. After
powdering my backside, she told me to  turn over  again. She
thoroughly cleaned me, and squeezed as she did so. As  she
applied  the  powder, she lightly massaged, nearly driving me 
insane  with excitement  but  not to the point of climax. Just
about at that  point  she stopped and let out a little giggle.
She put the diapers on me, and quickly pinned them, again
brushing and resting her arm on me.

"Well,  based  on what's happened so far, we better put these
rubber  pants back  on you, don't you think?" Arlene asked me.
She slowly slid them  on, purposely  pulling  them so that the
rubber popped and snapped.  "Let's  go back  in  the  living
room." she said as she took my hand. "What  about  my pants."  I
protested. "Oh, you won't need them while we're here."  was  the
reply,  "Come  on  now, let's go." she commanded. Walking into 
the  living room,  Mommy noticed my condition and aroused state.
She smiled broadly  as she  looked at Arlene and said, "You have
certainly taken care of our  baby for  now, but I think he will
need some more care soon. Why don't you  come back to my house
with me and our baby so we can continue his care tonight?"
"That  would be just fine", Arlene smiled back. With that, they 
got  their pocketbooks  and  headed for the door. Mommy looked
back at  me,  expecting that  I  join  them to leave the house
wearing only my diapers  and  rubber pants.  I  turned  and
started to walk back to get my pants,  when  Arlene firmly
grasped my arm. "I don't think our baby needs his pants to ride
back to  your house, do you?" Arlene asked Mommy. "No, the trip
is short and  we must  hurry." To me she said in an authoritative
way, "Come along now  with Arlene, you'll find it all worth
while." With that we left Arlene's  house. Fortunately no one saw
us make the trip from the house to Mommy's car.