Baby animals and Rebeccah

As usual, the only tv shows available are about baby animals, which suits you fine. Rebeccah pulls a blanket over you both.

"How are you doing?" she whispers in your ear, then interjects, "You smell good. What is that?"

"Mommy put something in my bath this morning," you whisper back. "And I don't know how I'm doing. I thought you weren't going to do anything with Brad."

"I said I wasn't planning on doing anything." she says. "I'm sorry, it just happened. He was actually being really nice and one thing just lead to another."

"Are you going to leave me for him?" you ask, feeling like the question is a little dramatic, but you are feeling emotional and ask anyway.

"Of course not," she whispers emphatically. "I was being serious when I said I would never leave you for Brad. Sure, he was being really nice and everything and he turned me on, but he could never replace you. You are my sweet boy, and I will always love you, and I will always come home to you."

"Does that mean you will go out with him again," you ask, trying to keep the emotion from your voice.

"If he asks me," she responds. "I think maybe. I'll have to think about it. I mean, being completely honest, it was a fun date, and he has a really nice cock."

Hearing her say that gives you the strangest pulse of arousal. So strong, in fact, that you let out an invoulentary little whimpering groan.

"I love that it turns you on when I talk like that," she whispers devilishly.

Hidden safely under the covers, Rebeccah, slides her hand down into your diaper and feels the end of your little penis where it is exposed by a slot in your chastity cage.

"You're all sticky and wet down here," she comments. "It's hard for you to hear, but I can tell you love it, my sweet little pervert."

The feeling of her fingertip on your little nub is turning you on even more and you sigh in her ear.

"What did you and mommy do while I was on my date?" she asks you, changing the subject, but keeping her teasing finger on the sensitive head of your dribbling penis.

"We um, played dressup," you say uncertainly.

"Spill everything," she says. "I told you all the embarassing details about my date. Now it's your turn."

"Oh, well before that," you say, the memories coming back in a rush. "I guess I was upset about you being on a date so mommy offered to comfort me by, uh, letting me nurse. You know, on her breasts."

"Wow, really," says Rebeccah. "Didn't she catch you watching porn about that? You must have loved that. She has great breasts."

"I did love it," you admit. "And she caught me playing with myself again."

"Is that why you are back in chastity?" she asks, and you can just nod your head in embarassment.

"And then you played dressup?" she prompts.

"Yes, we both dressed up," you say. "She picked out a skirt and a sweater for me, and she put on a black corset thing. And then she put makup on me."

"How did you look?" she asks. "I'll bet you look good in makeup. You have great bone structure."

"I think it looked pretty good," you say, blushing.

"Is that everything that happened?" she asks. "I feel like you are holding back."

"Something else happened," you mutter. "Her corset had a ring on it which, it turns out, is for holding a strap-on dildo. So she showed me how it works. And she made me stroke it for her, and then..."

Rebeccah patiently waits for you to continue.

"Then I sucked on it," you say. "She made me practice for a while."

You think your confession is done, but then remember the final detail.

"Also something else happened," you say. "Well, it almost happened. Mommy was changing my diaper, and she was still wearing the rubber cock and she was teasing me about how much bigger her cock was than mine, but then, because my plug was out, she put it down there and told me to ask for her to push it in."

"Did you ask her to fuck you?" she asks breathlessly.

"No, I was too ashamed," you say, in a barely audible whisper.

"Aww, poor baby," she says sympathetically. "You don't have anything to be ashamed about. You loved it when I fucked you with my dildo. Maybe next time you will have the courage to ask her to pound your sweet little ass."

At that moment, Rebeccah's mother comes in from the kitchen, and Rebeccah carefully pulls her hand out of your diaper.

"We need to talk about sweet boy's prostate," she says. "Let's go upstairs to his bedroom."