An afternoon nap

The weekend is uneventful, although you find it a little disquieting how natural it has become to just pee in your diaper when you have the urge. You hope when you are no longer wearing them that you don't forget and unconsciously wet yourself.

Also, you notice Rebeccah glancing at her phone a lot and seems a little bothered. When you ask her about it, she just smiles and tells you nothing is wrong.

Monday, you awake to a wet diaper and Rebeccah's mother leaning over you, gently waking you by stroking your hair. She guides you through your morning routine, and after being bathed, shaved, plugged, caged, diapered and put in ponytails and a pink onsie, she leads you up to the attic where she asks you to help her move a white mirrored vanity down to your bedroom. She dusts the vanity and then makes a trip to her room and returns with a bottle of lotion, some makup remover and some lip gloss.

"There!" she says brightly. "Now you have a place to freshen up, and get ready for bed."

She has you practice sitting in the mirror and applying your lip gloss before taking you down stairs and sitting you in front of the tv so she can get dressed herself.

You spend a very relaxing day being fed breakfast and lunch and watching television. After lunch, Rebeccah's mother tells you that it's nap time and leads you up the stairs.

"Mommy is a little bit sleepy too," she says. "Maybe you would like to take a nap with Mommy in her bed? Would you like that?"

"Yes, Mommy," you say bashfully. Being invited to lay in bed with her is strangely exciting and your little penis tingles in it's cage.

She pulls back the covers and you slide between the perfectly smooth sheets. The pillows smell like her perfume and it makes you feel perfectly blissful. On the other side of the bed, Rebecca's mother is removing her blouse, skirt and stockings, leaving her wearing only her sheer and lacy black panties and bra. You can see the outline of her nipples and the shadow of her neatly trimmed pubic hair through the fabric and it makes your cheeks flush.

"I've noticed," she says to you, and you realize she is reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra. "That since I've let you nurse on my breasts, my nipples have been a little bit bigger, and I am finding that I like the effect. I'm wondering if you wouldn't mind sucking on them for me every so often? I know it gives you comfort, and I thought we could both benefit from it. What do you think? Would you like that?"

Her bra comes loose and she drapes it on a chair as her big soft breasts wobble on her chest. You watch, mesmerized as she climbs into bed and they hang and bounce and end up in front of your face.

"You didn't answer," she says, stroking your hair. "Would you like that?"

"Yes, mommy," you mumble, unable to believe what is happening.

She lines her fat nipple up with your mouth and you suck it in, taking it deep as you start to gently suckle. You hear her sigh and she strokes your hair.

"You can suck harder than that if you want," she breathes huskily. "Mommy enjoys the feeling."

You increase the suction, and pull even more of her thick nipple into your mouth. You vaguely worry that you are sucking too intensely, but it's so pleasureable, you quickly put it out of your mind. Besides, Rebeccah's mother is making soft noises in the back of her throat which tells you that she is enjoying it.

After some time, she gently pulls her nipple from your mouth with a sigh. She seems to be a little out of breath. She directs her other nipple into your mouth and you resume suckling

"I have to confess," says Rebeccah's mother. "That I'm enjoying what you are doing quite a lot. In fact, it has me a little excited. I hope you won't mind if I touch myself a little while you do that."

You don't think she is expecting a response from you and you realize there is some subtle movement coming from beneath the sheets. As you nurse, the noises she is making become louder and the movement more vigorous.

"Don't stop," she whimpers. "Please keep sucking. You love mommy's breasts, don't you?"

Suddenly she shudders and makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat. She is breathing rapidly and she pulls the back of your head into her breast smothering you for a moment, while her curvy body shakes against you.

After a while, her breathing slows and she gives a contented sigh.

"That was lovely, Thank you," she says contentedly. Then as an afterthought adds: "Any time you want to nurse, I want you to let mommy know, okay?"

"Yes, mommy," you mumble sleepily as she strokes your hair and you drift off.