"But you're as bad as he was. Everything he said was probably true. I am going to make this quick for you though. Open your mouth."Now that was someth...ng I could do. "Pull down your pants," I said lustily. "This is going to be the best blow job you've ever had." Yeah," he said snidely. "But it's not going to be the kind of blow job you give your Johns." He pulled a gun from his pocket and stuck the barrel in my mouth. "This is going to be the kind of blow job where I blow your slutty brains all. She asked if I wanted to be changed to a clean dry diaper? There was something about feeling the wet mixture against me which was so enjoyable I told her no I was fine until morning.From there a pattern soon developed. I would be her “little” boy evening and weekend at home. She would dress me each morning for work. Some days she had me in jockey shorts which were somewhat padded. Others I had pull-ups on with more padding. That would happen after I would have small accidents while working.I. I had a habit of sleeping on the bed shirtless and make someone right on my back while i fell asleep. Meena is the one who usually does the drawing on my back. On this day, she told me that there was a problem with the pen so she will draw line with her fingers. It was a weird feeling, as she started run her finger over my back and rub my back with her other hand. In a few minutes, she started to push her hand inside my shorts, getting very close to my ass crack. Up until then she was very. Don’t you think you’ve seen enough? I’m your mother. We shouldn’t be doing this.”“Take your panties off, Mom. I want to see that neat little beaver of yours.” I was starting to enjoy this.“Are you sure Teddy?” she asked. “If I take my panties off, we might wind up doing things we shouldn’t do. We could get in a lot of trouble.”“I’m sure Mom. Don’t you want this big boy to please your pussy again?” I asked, stroking my rod.“Uh-huh,” she said, falling out of character temporarily. Still.