Aunt Mandy Part 1 Summary: Sixteen year old Gordon Sears is having to have his Aunt Mandy stay with him while is mother goes on a business trip. Mandy lets him know who is in charge. (Be patient. There is no diaper content in the first chapter, but I would rather tell the best story I can than rush it and ruin it) "But I'm 16 years old, mother! I don't NEED a - a babysitter!" Gordon Sears said furiously to his mother. "Gordon, I told you," his mother, Elaine, explained patiently, "This is not one of my usual weekend trips I'm going on here. I'm going to be gone for five weeks. No responsible parent in the world would leave their child-" "I'm not a-" "Would leave their 'young adult'" she said sarcastically, "alone in the house by himself, Gordon." "You've already missed my graduation, so why should you suddenly care about me?" he said sulking. "That's another thing, Mom. I graduated high school a year EARLY. YOU'RE the one that always told me I could do anything I apply myself to, and YOU'RE the one who is always telling me how smart I am." "You are very smart, son," she smiled down at him, "but smart or not, you're still a minor, and I am NOT leaving you alone in this house for five weeks. I still worry about you." Elaine had reason to worry about her son. It was difficult for any kid in high school to keep up with the race for popularity. It was doubly so for Gordon. First of all, the fact that he had graduated a year early made him an easy target for the ones that picked on smart kids. Second, he was a bit overweight. Not entirely fat, but enough to feel self conscious about that too. And lastly, he was only 5'3. Elaine didn't know it, but most kids at school called him "Brainy Smurf". "So young man," Elaine continued as she started folding her business clothes and putting them into her suitcase, "I'M sure that if you really APPLY yourself, you and Mandy will get along perfectly. As for missing your graduation, I really wish I could have been there. I really do. But this business just wouldn't wait. For having my baby when I was only 17, I've done very well for us, but the point now is keeping it. Or would you like to start living a more...conservative lifestyle?" She had a point. The clothing line she had started designing while she was pregnant with Gordon, at 16 years old herself, paid the bills at first, but today it was a household name. SEARS QUALITY CLOTHING was one of the biggest names in priced to own clothing for all ages. Yes, Gordon got his brains from his Mother. Elaine always told him that he got his height from his father, but never told Gordon much else about him. Every time he would ask, her eyes would grow shiny, and she would find something to work on. "I...I just wish you were here more," Gordon finally said, sitting down on the bed next to his mother's suitcase. After a couple minutes, he felt his mother's hand brush through his curly hair. "I know you do, honey. I'll make it up to you, I promise. But right now, I want you to promise me that you'll obey your Aunt Mandy when she's here." "Mom, she's not even my real aunt!" "Aunt Mandy" was one of Elaine's old friends. Elaine was a few years older than Mandy, but Mandy had helped out greatly when she had Gordon. Not many 11 year olds could have been trusted to babysit little babies, but Mandy had come through, and today held a very secure place in the company. "I don't care, she is like my sister, and you will do what she says, young man," Elaine said dangerously. The tension was broken by a honk outside. "Well, there's my cab, sweetie. Stand up and give your mother a kiss." Gordon rolled his eyes, but stood up so his mother wouldn't have to bend down as far to kiss his cheeks. As Gordon followed her downstairs and out the door to cab that would take her to the airport, she was still shouting instructions to him. "Be sure you help Mandy keep this place clean, young man. And obey whatever she tells you. Remember, SHE is in charge. And don't look so nervous! I know it's been a few years since you've seen her, but I know you two will get along very well. She'll be here around 6:00, so I guess you can be the Man of the House until then, alright honey?" "Sure mom, whatever," Gordon said. No matter what, he WAS going to be the man of the house no matter what some friend of his mother's said. He waved as the cab pulled away, and when it finally turned out onto the main road, he went inside and plopped down on the sofa to watch some TV. He would have been out with friends on such a nice summer day, if only he had friends. Gordon awoke with a start. He was still on the sofa, and the TV was still on, except instead of all the daytime crap, an episode of "The Simpsons" was now ending. He looked at the clock: 5:45 with the dot indicating PM. He jumped as there was another knock on the door. That must be what woke him. As he got up, stretched, and headed for the front door, he tried to remember what he could about Mandy. She was a friend of his mother's, but not a whole lot older than him. If his mom was 33, that would make Mandy only 27. He decided right then and there that nobody who was only 11 years older than he would boss him around all summer. He nodded to himself before he opened the door. What greeted him at the door took him completely by surprise. He was staring up...and up...and up at one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She must have been at least 6'6, but with a perfectly proportionate and athletic body. Bright blue eyes smiled down at him as long, blond, beautiful hair cascaded down her back. She wore white sandals, short khaki shorts, and a pink halter top that showed off her toned, muscular tummy. She had a large suitcase in one hand, and her other was stretched out for Gordon to shake. "My, my," she said, still smiling, "Gordon, you have grown a lot since the last time I saw you." Gordon flushed as he took her hand and shook it. "Are you blushing? Well, aren't you just adorable! You're almost as adorable as when you were a baby and I was changing your diapers while your mama was working." "Umm...ah, please, come in," Gordon said, frowning a bit. He didn't like being reminded that he wasn't "old enough" to stay by himself while his mother was out of town on business. He offered to take Mandy's bag, but when he realized that it was to heavy for him to lift, Mandy picked it back up, giggling. "Always trying to be the perfect little gentleman," she winked with a smile. Gordon forced a smile. Gordon took her to the room she would be staying in, and then took her on a tour of the rest of the house. Eventually, they made their way back to the den where Gordon had been asleep. Sitting across from each other, the made small talk for most of the night. Gordon couldn't help but admire Mandy's body. Her shapely legs were powerful, like she might have been in track. Her arms and torso were also very built, like she must work out in the gym every day. And her chest was...perfect. Not too big, not too small...perfect breasts as far as Gordon was concerned. He tried not to look too much, but it was a battle. Finally, they decided to watch some TV. Gordon was rather relieved. At least he would have something besides her body to hold his attention. He just hoped that she wouldn't notice his...excitement. As luck would have it, the Sci Fi Channel was having an "X-Files" marathon, and since it was his favorite show, he asked Mandy if it was alright with her. She just smiled and let him indulge. After the first couple episodes, Mandy announced that she was going to bed. "Good night, Gordy," she smiled. "Don't stay up too late, you still need your sleep." "Sure," he said, half frowning. Was she talking to him like he was a baby? He decided it could have just been in his head as he yawned. Suddenly, aliens were coming down all around him. Gordon was out alone in a field with the gray aliens chasing after him, trying to force him to eat cabbage and pudding pops! He could hear them singing the theme to "The Dukes of Hazzard" in his head as the big robot trumpet kept everyone in tune. "God, my dreams NEVER make sense," Gordon thought to himself as he woke up. He stretched, and then pulled his covers over his face to try to sleep a few more minutes. That's when he suddenly sat up in his bed, and wondered how in the world he had gotten to his bed. Just then his bedroom door opened, and Mandy came in wearing a very short pink bath robe and a smile. "Good morning, sweetie," she said quietly. "Did you sleep good?" she asked as she sat down on the bed next to Gordon. "Uh...I think so" Gordon was still trying to figure out how he had gotten to his bed. "Well, I'm a little surprised," Mandy said, smiling. "You looked so uncomfortable on that couch when I came back to turn off the TV. I'm just glad I didn't wake you when I carried you up here," she smiled as she brushed some of his hair away from his face. "You - you carried...me?" Gordon asked, dumbstruck. "Well, you're not real heavy, silly," Mandy laughed. "Anyway, with as much as I work out, carrying you is like carrying a little baby." Again, Gordon found himself scowling. Somehow, the look on Mandy's face was one of being entertained. "Now, why don't you get up, and I'll make us some breakfast. Then we can decide what to do today." She then pulled back the covers all the way and left the room. Gordon couldn't help but stare at her ass as she left the room. He still didn't like the way she sometimes talked to him, but she was the hottest woman he had ever known. As Gordon got up and walked to the bathroom, he suddenly realized that he was also wearing his pajamas...not his jeans and t-shirt from last night. Part 2 Gordon's mind was still trying to wrap around what happened the night before as he showered. He could not believe that his practically super-model Aunt Mandy had not only carried him up to bed from downstairs, but she must have also changed him into his pajamas. He thought he would have woken up with all that going on. Part of him was not pleased at all with such an invasion of privacy, not to mention her treating him and talking to him as though he were a little kid, but another part of him was strangely excited with this. He was still thinking about all this as he got out of the shower and started drying off. He then wrapped a towel around his waist and headed back for his room. As he walked down the hall toward his room, he passed by Aunt Mandy's room. He was trying to creep quietly by, not wanting to feel infantilized so soon after the episode in his room. As he was slowly trying to tiptoe bye, he noticed the door was cracked open a little bit, and what he saw, despite his better judgment, made him stop. There stood his beautiful aunt with her back to the door, wearing only a pair of silky pink panties, fastening a matching bra. As she looked over her shoulder in an attempt to make her task easier, she saw Gordon. Gordon's heart skipped a beat as Aunt Mandy's eyes suddenly got big. "GORDON!", she half screamed, half gasped, "WHAT do you THINK you are DOING?!" she shrieked as she finished fastening the clasp on her bra and bounded to the door. Gordon knew he should run to his room, or apologize, or do SOMETHING, yet his feet and his tongue were stubbornly not responding to any of these ideas. "Go wait in your room, young man!" she yelled as she slammed the door. "I'll be there in a minute!" The slamming of the door seemed to awaken Gordon out of the temporary paralysis he had been suffering. His face flushed as he turned and slowly walked to his room. He took the towel he had been wearing off and got dressed slowly, still shocked at what he had done. He also didn't know if he was sorry about what he did, or sorry that he got caught. He had never been a peeping tom before, but he had never been in a situation like the one he had just been in. He sat on his bed, fully clothed in jeans, socks and sandals, and a t-shirt when his thoughts of what might come were interrupted. "Ahem," came a perturbed voice from his door. Gordon looked up and saw Aunt Mandy standing in the door. She was wearing a denim skirt that came to her knees, a black baby doll t-shirt, and black sandals, and her long blond hair was in an attractive bun on the back of her head. To his surprise, he could have sworn that under the stern expression on her face, there was also a hint of amusement. "Aunt Mandy," Gordon began. "Shush, Gordy," she said in a stern voice. "I've been in my room fuming about what you've done." Gordon gulped. "But then I started thinking that you are a teenager now, so perhaps I should have expected something like this." Her expression softened as she smiled a little. "So this is your one 'Get Out of Jail Free' card," she said as relief spread over Gordon. "Th-thank you, Aunt Mandy," Gordon said timidly. "I-I am sorry though. I shouldn't have-" "It's alright, Gordy," Aunt Mandy smiled as she walked over and sat next to him on the bed. "It's nice to know I'm worth a peek," she laughed as Gordon blushed furiously. "But on a serious note, after breakfast I'm going out to do some shopping. If something like this happens again, I am going to be prepared with a punishment." She sounded serious, but the smile had not faded from her face. "Agreed, Gordy?" "Yes Aunt Mandy," Gordon said in a low voice. "Good," she said brightly. She then kissed him on the cheek before saying "Come down to the kitchen and I'll make us some breakfast. Do you like eggs?" Gordon had to hand it to Aunt Mandy, she sure knew how to cook some good eggs. He had seconds, and would gladly have had thirds if Aunt Mandy hadn't told him that she didn't want him getting sick while she was in charge. "Well, I'm going out for a while, sweetie," she called as Gordon finished washing off his plate and put it in the dishwasher. "I would ask you if you wanted to come, but I know most boys your age hate shopping." "Well, I don-" "Besides," she interrupted him, "I don't want you to know what your punishment could be. Remember, if anything like this morning happens again, young man, and you will not like what happens." "Y-yes Aunt Mandy," Gordon gulped. "Good," she said brightly as she smiled. "Well, have fun while I'm gone, then." She then bent down and kissed him again on the cheek and walked out the front door leaving him alone in the house. Gordon decided to watch some TV after she left. It's not like he had a lot of friends he could call or other things he could do. He was trying to find something entertaining in the daytime TV fare, but soon found himself growing bored. All he could think about was how he had seen his mother's friend in her underwear, and how perfect she had looked. As he flipped from worthless show to worthless show, each more boring than the last, an idea started to form in his mind... "I can't believe I'm doing this," Gordon thought to himself as he climbed the stairs up to Aunt Mandy's room. He walked slowly, almost as if he was afraid he would make too much noise. It wasn't like there was anybody else in the house. Nobody would catch him. Gordon finally got to the top of the stairs, walked past the bathroom...and up to Aunt Mandy's bedroom door. He put his hand on the knob and gave it a turn. The door opened, and he stood outside of her room for a moment. "Come on, you're this far...might as well do it now," he told himself. Slowly, he walked over to the chest of drawers where Aunt Mandy undoubtedly put her clothes. He found what he had come for in the first drawer. Upon opening it, he found himself looking down on the panties, bras, and assorted underwear of this 27 year old goddess who, luckily for him, happened to be his mother's best friend. Gordon reached into the drawer with a shaking hand, and pulled out a pair of purple satin panties. He held them in his hand, caressed them, held them to his cheek...the feel of them against his skin or the danger of possibly being discovered was making him aroused. He started to smell the perfumed- "What the HELL are you doing?!" Gordon jumped and turned to the bedroom door where Aunt Mandy stood, bags in her hands, and a look of disbelief on her face. "I-I...uh," Gordon stammered, dropping the panties. No words came to his mind. How could he defend himself against this? He hung his head and dropped the panties as tears of shame welled up in his eyes. "Well, I can see that I was right, despite my attempt at giving you a second chance, mister," she said in that same stern voice as she dropped the bags she was holding, strode over, and picked the panties up off the floor. She put them back in the drawer, bent down, and lifted Gordon's face so that he was looking her in the eye. Amazingly, he once again saw the stern expression with a hint of amusement. "Gordon, we are going to have a little talk," she began. She grabbed his hand, walked over to the bed, and pulled him onto her lap. Gordon didn't like this arrangement, but said nothing. "Gordy, I know that you're a teenager with rampaging hormones, and I'm a beautiful older woman, but that gives you no right to do what you've been doing today." She paused as Gordon nodded. He didn't like the tone she was talking to him in. It was the tone one used when talking to a little child. "Now, you have two choices," she went on. "You can either agree to the punishment I have in mind, or I can call your mother and tell her about today's exploits. Believe me, I don't want to do the latter, but I also want to make sure that what happened today never happens again." She paused as Gordon nodded, taking in what she said, tears still forming in his eyes. "I'm not going to tell you what the punishment is, but once you've decided what you want, there is NO turning back...No matter what." Gordon sat there on Aunt Mandy's lap trying to decide what to do. He sure as hell didn't want his mother finding out. She would go berserk and he'd be lucky to see 17 when she got back. He also didn't like the idea of a mystery punishment, but under the circumstances he decided he would rather put his life in Aunt Mandy's more forgiving hands. "I...I'll do what you say, Aunt Mandy," he said quietly. "I'm glad," she said with a smile. She then picked Gordon up and set him on the floor before getting up herself. "Now, as for your punishment...first, I want you know how utterly disappointed I am with you. I thought you were adult enough to know how to keep this relationship within it's proper bounds. I was clearly wrong. The only way I know to make sure that you don't peep anymore is to simplify the status of our relationship. That said, I want you to take off your clothes." "W-What?" Gordon wasn't sure if he'd heard correctly. "I want you to take off your clothes, right here, and give them to me," she said with the hint of a smile. "But...I..." Gordon stammered. "But you nothing," she said, now sounding a little more forceful. "You said you were going to endure my punishment. We cannot call your mother anymore. That option is gone now. And if you don't want to undress, I can and WILL do it for you." Gordon didn't know if he loved or hated the sound of that, but he slowly undressed until he was down to his underwear. "I said undress, young man," Aunt Mandy said, and she then grabbed his underwear on both sides, and yanked them to the floor. Gordon tried to cover himself, but she slapped his hands away. "You don't have anything I haven't seen before, sweetie," she smiled, "and don't worry, you're not going to be...excited for long." She then sat back down on the bed. "What the-!" In the blink of eye, Gordon was looking at the floor as Aunt Mandy had pulled him over her lap. He could feel one of her arms holding him down. "This is what happens to naughty little boys who peep at women and their panties," she said with determination in her voice. She then brought her hand down hard on his bottom. Gordon let out a yelp of pain as more tears of shame welled up in his eyes. The slaps came faster and harder. He quit counting after 10 because he was actually bawling like a baby now. She finally stopped, lay him on the bed, and got up. As he wiped tears out of his eyes, he saw her go over to the bags that lay just inside the bedroom from her morning of shopping, and bring one over. "Now, young man," Aunt Mandy said as she kneeled down on the floor in front of Gordon, "Now, when I said I was going to simplify this relationship, I meant it. There is one sure way that you will not peep again, and that is if I am in control of your every movement, and for me to do that, for the next few months, I am going to be your mommy, and you are going to be my baby." Gordon felt his face flush as he looked at Aunt Mandy's beautiful face. Was she joking? He was 16 years old! "Aunt Mandy," he began, "I promise I'll never do it again! Please don't do this!" "I know you'll never do it again, sweety," she said with a look of pity on her face. "Believe me, I don't want to do this, but you knew the rules, you knew you would be punished, and I don't want to hear any lip about it...unless you want more spankings?" Gordon hung his head. He knew he was beat. "That's a good boy," Aunt Mandy said sweetly. "Now just lay back on the bed, pumpkin, and Auntie will be done in a minute." She then pulled a package of adult diapers called Attends out of the bag. Upon opening the package, she pulled out 2 of the large diapers and quickly unfolded them. Standing up, she lifted Gordon's legs by grabbing his ankles, and expertly slid both diapers under him. She then pulled out a bottle of baby lotion, and applied a generous amount to her hand. She then proceeded to gently rub it in all over Gordon's diaper area. Gordon squirmed as he tried to fight the feeling of intense arousal that was coming over him. She then stopped and applied a large amount of baby powder to him, pulled both diapers up through his legs, and taped them in place. "There we go," Aunt Mandy said sweetly, "all snug and comfy in your diapers, my cute widdle guy." Gordon was still silently crying out of the humiliation of it all. "Now, from now until the rest of my stay, you are a baby. You will not be by yourself at all. I will feed you, I will change you, I will dress you, I will bathe you, I will put you to bed. Understand?" Gordon nodded as a tear ran down his face. "Awww, don't be so sad, widdle man," she said with a smile as she picked him up off the bed and held him close, "it won't be so bad. In fact, I tink I saw a widdle guy who wikes being diapered by Auntie Mandy," she teased. "Now, let's go decide what to do next."
Part 3 Gordon could not believe that he was being carried downstairs by his beautiful Amazonian Aunt Mandy wearing only diapers. He was trying to stop crying out of the indignity of it all. He didn't want to be acting like a baby just because his aunt was dressing him and treating him that way. He thought the whole situation was unfair and wished that Aunt Mandy would have just called his mother as Aunt Mandy cooed in his ear and patted his diapered butt. "Okay, by sweet widdle baby," she said as she set Gordon down on the couch in the living room, "you stay right here and be good. Aunty will be back in a minute, my precious baby boy!" With that, she put a finger to his nose and made a horribly sick beeping noise before going to the kitchen. Gordon was wiping the tears from his eyes trying to rid himself of that obnoxious trembling in his lip. He looked down in misery at the thick diapers he was now wearing. Why couldn't Aunt Mandy have picked out a different punishment? He wondered this as he felt his diapers for the first time. They really didn't feel really bad, he decided, but he really didn't want to be treated like a baby. Aunt Mandy was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen, and it really bothered him that she was treating him as if he weren't even a young adult. As he was touching his diapers, he suddenly felt his lotioned, erect penis rub against his leg. He didn't want to admit it, but that felt really good. As he continued to rub his diapers to feel that sensation again, Aunt Mandy came into the living room holding two baby bottles in her hands. "Gordon Sears, what on earth are you doing?" she scolded as she strode over. Putting the bottles down, she pulled Gordon's arm until his bottom was visible. "That's a bad baby!" she said as she gave him a couple light swats on his diaper. "We don't touch our diapers, young man," she said as let go, causing Gordon to fall back onto the couch blushing. "Come over here, honey, it's ba ba time," she smiled as she sat down. Gordon didn't know exactly what she wanted, so he scooted down the couch and kneeled next to her. "Come here, silly baby," she smiled as she pulled him across her lap, and then situated him so that she was cradling him, his head resting in her arm. She then picked up the first bottle and brought it to Gordon's lips. "Aunt Mandy, please..." Gordon protested. "Now, now, baby," she smiled, "You're a baby, and babies drink their ba ba's when their Aunty tells them to. If you behave and be a good boy, you will get points for good behavior. Now drink, sweety pumkin." Gordon was still apprehensive, not taking the bottle's nipple into his mouth. "Baby, you ARE going to drink these bottles...I've got all day. And to be honest, I wouldn't mind if we did this all day. You're still such a cute widdle baby," she smiled. New tears forming in his eyes, Gordon gave in. "Good baby," Aunt Mandy cooed as he took the nipple into his mouth and began to empty it. Aunt Mandy stroked his hair and hummed as Gordon looked elsewhere, anywhere but at his beautiful aunt who was feeding him a baby bottle, cradled in her arms, wearing only diapers. After what seemed like an eternity and lots of now warm milk, both bottles were done. "All done!," Aunt Mandy cheered. "My, my, isn't my widdle man such a good baby boy. Yes him is," she cooed. She then positioned him so that his head was over her shoulder, and began to rub his back as she patted his diapered bottom with the other hand. "Come on, baby, burp for Aunty," she said sweetly. Gordon rolled his eyes, and let out a burp. "That's a good boy!" Aunt Mandy cooed as she brought him back down to cradle him in her arms. "Well, I promised some rewards, didn't I, my widdle baby boy," she said with a twinkle in her eye. She reached for the TV remote and turned the channel to NBC so that she could watch "Days of Our Lives", and then rested her hand on the front of Gordon's diapers. Gordon shivered as she slowly moved her hand across his fluffy, plastic prison. "Does that feel good, baby?" she smiled. Gordon could only nod. "Well baby, Aunty knows that older baby boys have something that happens when they get excited, and it's not good to keep that nasty stuff inside you, but you also have to do that in your diaper. And Aunty helps you do it, baby. You are not allowed to touch your diaper at all," she explained as she continued to caress Gorgon's diapers. Gordon was wiggling around in his Aunty's lap, moving with the motion of her hand. The lotion felt so good as she continued massaging him. "Baby really enjoys this," she giggled as Gordon finally reached climax and then shook as he erupted into his diaper. "That's a good baby boy," Aunt Mandy cooed as Gordon could only lay in her lap. "That's what you'll get if you never, ever touch your diapers again. Only grown ups can touch my precious baby's didees." Gordon was still breathing heavy as she leaned down and kissed his forehead. Aunt Mandy then put a pacifier in Gordon's mouth without much difficulty. He was a little too tired to care all of a sudden. He then felt Aunty stroking his forehead and humming a lullaby just as he fell asleep in her arms. (To Be Continued)