After-School Sitter No More

Devin is a 6th grader at the local elementary school. Ms. 
Jones is an after-school sitter who is in her mid 40's, she 
is basically a MILF ( mom I'd like to f@#&)

One bright summer day Devin was walking home from another 
long day of school. But this walk was not like all the 
other times he had come home from school. Devin had to pee 
like a race horse. The young child was sprinting home with 
his hands between his legs in a most embarrassing manner. 
His destination was his babysitter's house, Ms. Jones. He 
had approached the last leg of his journey when he could 
not hold it any longer. A slow, warm trickle began to flow 
down his leg; he could not believe it. The last time he had 
an accident was many years ago. He could hardly remember 
it. Ashamed and disappointed, he walked the rest of the way 
to Ms. Jones' house and tried his best to hide what he had 
done. The boy opened the door and took off his shoes like 
he had always done, then with his eyes looking at the 
ground, he called for Ms. Jones. Suddenly an attractive 45-
year-old women appeared. It was no other than Ms. Jones.
	"What's wrong dear" she said. Devin lifted his head up 
and slowly explained the situation. After his speech the 
child was crying uncontrollably. Ms. Jones walked toward 
the boy, trying to comfort him the best she could. She then 
took Devin's hand and told him to "come with her". Devin 
nodded his head and began to follow his longtime sitter.
	After a short walk they ended up in the baby room. It 
was where Ms. Jones would change, put to bed and entertain 
babies when she was watching them. The room was painted a 
pleasant pastel yellow with white crown molding along the 
ceiling. There were a few pieces of furniture in the room, 
including a changing table, crib, and rocking chair. After 
a few seconds Ms. Jones locked the door behind her a began 
to talk.
	"Devin, I want you to get on the changing table. " He 
stared back at her with a puzzled look. "Since you wet 
yourself I have no choice but to put you in diapers. " 
Devin was stunned. He quickly responded with a "no" and 
began to cry again. Then Ms. Jones swiped the boy off his 
feet and put him on the changing table. She then took a 
stomach strap and sealed it over him, preventing any chance 
of escape. Ms. Jones unzipped Devin's soiled jeans and slid 
them off his wet legs. After that she pushed his shirt up 
his skinny chest to give herself a larger working area. Her 
hands slid down to his yellow-spotted tighty whites and 
snatched them off his body. He was now almost completely 
naked. In a useless effort to slow the unavoidable he moved 
his legs franticly but to no avail. Ms. Jones got a Huggies 
baby wipe and began to wipe Devin's bottom and penis. The 
boy's legs stopped. He finally realized his diapered fate. 
After she was through with that her hands moved again to 
his penis. Devin got a sensation he had never felt before. 
It was the most pleasing thing he had ever felt. It was 
soon over, but a strange liquid ( at least it was strange 
to him) had come out of his penis. Ms. Jones got another 
wiped and cleaned him up. Then she sprinkled baby powder 
all over his private area. She than got a Pampers size 6 
diaper and slid it under him. She pulled it between his 
legs and taped it together. It fit snugly around his legs 
and waist.

Part 2

	The young boy now laid on the changing table with 
nothing but a diaper and a t-shirt. Ms. Jones moved to the 
head of the table and she removed his shirt. Then she began 
to lay out the "diaper rules" to him. She explained to 
Devin that when he was in diapers he would have to act like 
a two year old, eat like a two year old, and be entertained 
like a two year old. The last rule was he could not tell 
her when he needed a diaper change. Devin was sobbing, yet 
again, Ms. Jones left the room with out explanation, but 
said she would be back. No less than two blinks of an eye 
later Ms. Jones returned with a baby bottle full of milk. 
She moved over to the table and un-latched the stomach 
strap, then she sat down in a rocking chair. Devin lay 
there for a few moments until he heard Ms. Jones call for 
him. He got off the table and walked over to her. She told 
him to sit on her lap, which he did reluctantly. Ms. Jones 
put the bottle up to the boys lips and he began to suck. 
With her free hand she started to message the front of his 
diaper. The bottle was soon finished and Ms. Jones took 
Devin by the hand and led him downstairs were she turned on 
Barney the purple dinosaur. Than she took a blanket and 
draped it over him. His orders were to watch TV and not to 
change the channel. About 10 minutes later someone entered 
the house. It was no other than Ms. Jones' daughter Kelly. 
She was 17 years old had blond hair blue eyes and a 
beautiful body. She began to move down the stairs to talk 
to Devin, but before she could talk to him Ms. Jones yelled 
out (from the kitchen), "Going to say hi to the baby, 
Kelly?"
	she replied saying "what baby?". Ms. Jones then yelled 
for Devin to remove his blanket. He did so and Kelly saw 
what her mother was talking about.
	"Oh, how cute," she said when she saw him for the 
first time in diapers. Then Ms. Jones asked her daughter to 
check to see if he was wet. Kelly, eager to perform the 
request, walked over to Devin and stuck her hand down the 
front of his diaper. He was dry, but Kelly was sure to keep 
her hand in his diaper long enough for his "flag to rise". 
After Kelly reported back to her mother she asked her to 
bring him up to the changing table any way. Kelly took the 
boy by the hand and brought him up the stairs to the 
nursery. Then Devin got on the table and Kelly sat in the 
rocking chair. One minute later Ms. Jones entered the room 
with a thermometer and some petroleum jelly. She put the 
two items on the shelves of the changing table and told 
Devin to lay down on his stomach...

to be continued. . . . . . . . . . . . . .