Mrs. Henderson practically sprinted from her car to Miss Jones’ house. She couldn’t wait to hear how
Mrs. Henderson practically sprinted from her car to Miss Jones’ house. She couldn’t wait to hear how things had gone. Nine hours earlier she’d dropped her 23-year-old son Mark off at Miss Jones’. Her son, god bless him, was a good boy, but had never had a girlfriend. Had never had a date, as far as she knew. Her husband had left when the boy was just three and she didn’t know if this lack of a male role model led to his shyness around girls or what, but finally one day at dinner she blurted out, “Mark, honey. Are you still a virgin?”The poor boy had practically spit out his steak and gone instantly red, confirming her fears. He’d started crying and admitted, yes, he’d never been with a girl. Never fucked one. Never had a blowjob. No handjobs. Hell, not even a kiss. Girls were just so scary!She decided to fix it and called up Miss Jones, a 55-year-old homemaker who everyone in the neighborhood knew through the grapevine had once been an escort. Mrs. Henderson had heard that Miss Jones had helped another boy in town lose his virginity at the age of 21. So she’d set it up and despite Mark’s protests, had dropped him off. “But mom, I’m scared.” “Mark, you need to learn how to fuck if you ever want a woman and to move out of my home. You need to learn how a pussy works and how to please one. You need to know how to stick your cock in a pussy. You need to learn how to be a man, for god’s sake.”Tough love but needed.And now she rang the doorbell and waited to see her freshly fucked son who’d be ready to strike out in the world!Miss Jones opened the door, welcomed her in and brought her into the living room. And…what in the hell? There he stood. Her beloved boy Mark. Standing in the corner. Sucking on a pacifier. And…wearing a diaper? A diaper? With the words DIAPER BITCH written on the back. Diaper bitch? Mark? She demanded to know what the hell was happening.Miss Jones shook her head sadly and sat Mrs Henderson down on the couch.“I’m afraid your son is a lost cause,” she began. “I do what I do with all virgins. I got him naked, got myself naked and allowed him to take in the beauty of a naked woman. I made out with him. Kissed him, fondled him. His 1-inch limp dick stayed utterly soft. No movement. Pussy does not turn him on. So then I started whispering some words while cuddling him. ‘Aww, little Marky doesn’t like women is that it? Is little Marky just a little sissy? Is little Marky just a little sissy girl who wants to be in panties and bras and pigtails? Does little sissy Marky want to be over mommy’s knee and get spanked? Does Marky want Mommy to plug his pussy and put his little bitty clitty into a cage so he never spurts again?’ Well, that got his cock leaking and hard, as hard as it gets. And I knew what he was. So I kept talking. ‘Wait, I bet little Marky wants to wear something else than panties even, right? How about diapers? DIAPERS for little Marky? That’s right. Big Pampers for my big girl. Thick, crinkly bulging diapers. Marky wants to poop and pee in his diapers. Mark wants his mommy to take him to the mall and have the girls laugh at him, right? Make fun of his big diaper butt? Marky wants to be in diapers the rest of his life, right?’ And guess what happened? Your son spurted his juice all over my bed. And so, we’ve spent the entire day introducing your son to the world of diaper discipline. Petticoats. Frills and thrills. Anal play. Bondage. Spankings. And humiliation. Your son, as you can see, is a diaper bitch. There is no hope for him, I’m afraid. He’s a virgin now, he’s a virgin forever and he will be pussy-free and in Pampers forever. Now, you can see if you can find a girl online to care for him but that’s highly unlikely. More likely, you are now in control of a fully grown adult baby. One who needs constant discipline and humiliation to be brought to heel. I’m free to babysit and consult.”Mrs. Henderson just stared at her son’s diaper butt. She moved to take him away and asked where his clothes were. “Oh no,” miss Jones said. “Those were burned. Walk him home in just his diaper so everyone sees that he is a diaper bitch. I’ll take your car home for you. I don’t want any women in the area being confused by his good looks so everyone needs to see who he really is. Take your diaper bitch home, Mrs. Henderson. I’ll throw in a case of diapers. I think you can tell by the smell that he is also a stinky diaper bitch.”And with that Mom and Sissy son, both now in tears, one clothed, the other clad in his permanent new outfit, made their way to the door. -- source link