Cozy Sunday Morning

I couldn’t quite remember what I had dreamt about when I woke up, or if I had dreamt at all, but I had a good feeling in my stomach. The sun was softly shining in through my window and a quick glance at my phone told me it was 10:17 am, which was early for a Sunday. So I sank back down into my comfy sheets, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric on my bare skin. As I always did this time of year, I slept in nothing but boxers, in which my boner formed a bit of a tent right now. Having a bit of a hard-on in the morning is nothing unusual though, as probably every boy knows.

So for a little while, I was just peacefully lying there, eyes half closed, observing the ceiling and listening to my surroundings. Birds were chirping outside and I faintly recognized the sizzling of bacon and then noticed I could kinda smell it as well.

Just then I noticed how hungry I was, so I got out of bed and put on a loose T-Shirt and my Pyjama pants. You could see my morning wood probably, but I didn’t mind all that much.

You know when Tom from Tom and Jerry gets a whiff of something delicious (usually a freshly baked pie) and while sniffing the air kinda floats to the source of the good smell? That’s how I must have looked on the way out of my room, tracing back to the origin of bacon aroma.

When I came into the kitchen, I saw Mom, making eggs, bacon and pancakes. She was wearing her hair down, no make-up and a silk robe, which opened a little to reveal her boobs and black panties.

„Morning, sweetie! Sleep well?“

I nodded, yawned and just observed the bacon and eggs glide and fizzle in the oily pan. Somehow that just hypnotized me. Like looking at a lava lamp.

„Did the smell lure you out of your bed?“, Mom chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile and confess she was right.

„Well, breakfast’s almost ready“, she said, flipping a pancake, „If you want you can get Haley.“

„Alright.“

So I went over to her room. She had her ‚under no circumstances come in before 10 am‘-sign out, so I assumed she was still asleep. As I mentioned before, usually she was out and about at this time, going to the gym early in the morning, so she could work out before uni or doing stuff with friends. But on Sundays was her rest day, where she always slept in.

I knocked, but no reaction. So I carefully opened the door and stepped inside. She was laying there on her stomach with the blanket all messy, one leg straight down and the other with her knee up high. Sometimes, like today, she didn’t like wearing anything to sleep and in this position, her bare butt cheeks were nicely spread apart, with her pink pussy in between. Those were those kinds of moments…

For a good moment didn’t even look at her face and notice that she had something in her mouth. But when I did, I smiled, since I‘d found her like this before a couple of times.

See, Haley takes rest days every Sunday from the gym, but she still works on her body, if you know what I mean.

While I must have already been asleep yesterday, she had probably been training in her room, practicing her anal and blowjob abilities, as she usually did from midnight onwards. How do I know? Well, Haley hasn’t mastered the art of closing and/or locking her door yet, so I have walked in on her a couple of times before or heard her wet sloshing and gagging sounds while walking past her door on my nightly trip to the toilet.

By the looks of it, this time she practiced her deepthroating skills with her favorite dildo (a violet 7 inch one) and fell asleep in the process. Only the very base was looking out between her lips. I wondered how she could even fall or stay asleep like that, not to mention not **** to **** or something.

I laid my hand on her hip and gently shook her.

She made a muffled noise.

„Morning, Hales, breakfast is ready, you coming?“

„Hm-hmm“, she hummed, but didn’t move.

I shook her again.

„Come on, we don’t wanna start without you.“

„M-hm“, she said, which basically meant „start without me, I don’t care“.

„I‘ll have to eat your pancakes if you don’t get up soon“, I dropped the bombshell.

Suddenly she moved, slowly opening her eyes and rolling on her back. She slowly pulled the dildo out of her mouth, which had a string of drool connected to her lip.

„Pancakes?“, she said, swallowing the excess spit in her mouth, and I nodded.

She sighed and stretched her arms above her head.

„Throw me one of those over there“, she said, pointing to a pile of various tops. I gave her a white spaghetti strap one, which she put over her nude boobs as she got up.

As she went past me to get a pair of panties, she squeezed my butt and slapped it playfully.

„Huh, no diaper?“, she asked, „I thought you had to wear those at night now.“

She wiggled her butt into some cute lace panties.

„Uh, no“, I said, „I have to wear them for, like, jerking off, you know?“

„Yeah yeah, stupid“, she said, „I know that. But sure you don’t need em?“

„Hm? What are you getting at?“

„Didn’t you pee yourself yesterday, baby boy?“, she smiled.

I blushed.

„Seriously? Mom told you?“

„Well, you know how she is after two or three glasses of wine.“

Man, that was like so stupid. I could probably prepare for a lot more „baby boy“s in the foreseeable future.

„It wasn’t really my fault though“, I defended myself, „On the way back from the mall, there was like a huge traffic jam and-“

„Yeah, whatever. Why are you not wearing one now then?“

„Cause I don’t need them, that was just like a big exception. You‘d know if you‘d let me finish for once.“

She shrugged and put on a pair of socks.

„Anyway, if you want to be extra safe, you can ask me, okay? Cause I wouldn’t mind diapering you, and practicing a bit, you know? I could do it after breakfast“, she said, smiling and wiggling her butt.

„Of course my pervy stepsis wouldn’t mind“, I said and she giggled, „But wait, what do you mean ‚practice‘?“

„Yeah, I mean, I‘ll have to diaper and change you anyway when you wanna cum and Mom‘s not around.“

Oh yeah, she was right. Shit, I had kinda forgotten about that.

„So yeah, just ask me“, she said, „Or I could just do it right away, so you can cum whenever you want.“

Again, a rosy hue flooded my cheeks.

„Oh, shut up“, I said, sounding more embarrassed than I wanted to let on.

„Aw come on, that‘d be fun“, she said, „It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before or anything. Plus you wouldn’t have to worry about peeing yourself again.“

I nudged her.

„Stop fucking with me, I know you know I don’t need them“, I said, „Could we please quickly agree on that?“

She laughed and hugged me.

„I mean, if you say so, big boy. Let’s go eat then, hm?“

Breakfast was more like an early morning buffet. Besides the bacon, eggs and pancakes, there was even fresh fruit salad, strawberries and avocado. The smell of coffee and toast was filling the air, as we were enjoying the food and the careless atmosphere most Sunday mornings had.

„You should start posting this stuff on instagram or something, this looks amazing“, Haley said to Mom, while mashing a quarter avocado on her toast with a fork.

„Maybe with you on it, saying like ‚Just woke up, ready to spoil my two angels‘, you know? And if you’re showing some boobs like right now people would go crazy too.“

Mom took a sip of her coffee.

„Hmm, I like this just being for us“, Mom said, „Don’t you think?“

„What? Your boobs? I wouldn’t mind sharing“, Haley said, smiling.

„The food, miss smart ass. This is a nice tradition, right? Making breakfast for you two on a Sunday morning, just for the family. Plus, you could get all kinds of creeps and weirdos messaging you and stuff, you know?“

„Oh my god, we could be like… the next Kardashians or something“, Haley continued.

„I think you’re loosing her“, I said to Mom and she had to smirk, „But the breakfast is great though. Thank you, Mom.“

She gently smiled.

„Appreciate it, sweetie.“

We all spent the rest of the morning in some form of relaxation, watching TV or chatting about the day ahead. Haley was in the living room with her laptop and headphones on, editing footage she had taken of her nightly workout, as she would always do. She had recently told me this started out just as a progress diary type thing, but ended up being an easy side hustle, uploading some videos of herself taking it in the ass, training her ahegao face and other kinky stuff.

I was reading on the other couch, occasionally catching some high pitched moaning, that escaped from her headphones. I could even tell when she was repeating a clip, so that I‘d her the same one a few times in a row.

Meanwhile, Mom was doing her yoga exercises on the lawn outside. She was doing all kinds of stretches and stuff, from downward dog and crow pose, over plank and cobra, to warrior 1, 2 and 3. Her routine was usually about thirty minutes, followed by some breathing exercises and a bit of meditation.

Her sweaty skin was glistening in the midday sun, as pearly drops ran down her toned body and her pony tail swung gently from side to side. It was kinda mesmerizing. Watching her muscles move, her abs tense and relax, her leggings and top stretching over her skin, as she changed poses.

Her boobs were tightly bound up in a sports bra and still managed to look bigger than usual. Now that I was paying attention to it, they had probably been getting slightly bigger the last two or three weeks already. And perkier also.

I had noticed first when Mom had been sunbathing in the garden about half a month ago, the first real hot day of the year, a few times after she had showered and then again yesterday, when she had been trying on lingerie. I‘ll admit that it made me a little hard in my PJs, looking at her like that, her nipples softly bouncing with each change of position.

But anyhow, maybe she got a little chubbier, but just around her chest or something or I was just seeing things. Who knows.

I remembered I had laundry duty that day, and since I wasn’t getting any reading done anyway, I thought might as well get that over with. I put on some 2000s pop (I know it’s weird, but it gets me motivated) to make it less boring, kinda singing along and doing my best to tell Mom‘s panties from Haley‘s and trying to remember what goes in hot and cold water. It was a lot and we only have one washing machine, so I had to do three loads.

After each one I threw it all into the dryer and set it to permanent press, normal heat, no air dry.

In between I watched some Youtube, opened and closed the fridge and drawers about ten times, hoping for some delicious snacks to appear, checked in with Haley‘s progress on her video, joined Mom in the sun, thoughtfully looking around our blooming garden for a minute and for a good half an hour tried my best to revive my guitar playing, before going back to empty the washing machine and/or dryer and folding clothes, humming along to Britney Spears. Doing a whole lot of nothing, mostly.

While I was occupied with all that, Mom seemed to be finished with her workout. I could her water running through the house, so she was probably taking a shower right then.

When I was finally finished with laundry 20 minutes later, I bumped into her in the hallway.

A cloud of vanilla and coconut scented steam escaped from the bathroom, as I was walking past with my arms full of clothes.

„Aww, thanks, sweetie. Right on time.“

Her body was wrapped up in a bathrobe.

„You got my one jumpsuit in there? The beige short one?“, she asked while already checking.

She pulled it out of the pile.

„Hmm, good boy. I‘ll be in my room, okay? Oh and join me when you’re done with laundry, alright?“

So she kissed me on the forehead, passed me with a gentle hand on my shoulder and disappeared into her bedroom. Her smell lingered and mixed with the fresh scent of softener coming from the clothes in my arms, which I then brought to all their respective places. Haley‘s stuff to her room, my own to mine, towels and so on to the bathroom and finally Mom’s things to her bedroom.

She was in only panties, putting on her pretty tight jumpsuit with no bra when I entered. She noticed me and smiled.

I put the clothes on the bed, where I noticed the diaper bag standing, and asked her if I could help her with anything.

She smiled and told me to lay down on my back on the bed and keep still.

I did and she came over to me.

The top was still open in the front, revealing her boobs. They looked great like that.

„I don’t think I‘ve told you, but we’re having someone over for lunch today. And I‘d like you to make a good impression, alright? I thought it‘d be best if they saw you in your onesie. Remember, the one I bought you?“

„Wait, who’s coming over? And why the onesie, Mom? That‘d be super embarrassing.“

„Oh, come on. You‘ll see why that makes sense in a minute. Just trust me, this is for your own good.“

She already began pulling down my pants.

„A onesie? Like a baby onesie? For guests coming over, Mom?“

„Honey I thought we’d already been over this. All of this stuff is just as much for adults and teens as it is for babies. Same with your diapy and paci you‘ll be wearing today.“

„She pulled down my boxers and lifted my shirt over my head.

„What? No way I‘m wearing that, right now. That’s not even in the rules or anything.“

„Oh baby, of course you don’t have to. But let me diaper you really quick, alright? I promise you’ll thank me later.“

I already felt pretty powerless, lying naked on her bed.

„I- do I really have to? Okay, can I at least just wear like a pull up instead? You bought some yesterday righ-“

Before I could finish, Mom stuck my big new paci into my mouth, resting her left hand on it, while with her right tracing my balls and crotch with a wipe.

„There you go“, she said, „Don't worry, sweetie. A pull up‘s not nearly as nice, plus a onesie with no diaper is like shoes without socks.“

In no time she had a diaper underneath me and was powdering me good, her boobs jiggling nicely while shaking the bottle. Then she closed the tapes and took the onesie out of the diaper bag. It was write with green seams and green and orange dinosaurs. But it wasn’t regular material, instead it was kinda fluffy and nice to touch and run your hands over.

Mom opened the buttons and helped me put it on. The fit was pretty great and comfy considering I hadn’t even tried it on in the store. It ended like a little under my butt and the sleeves were not very long either.

Mom buttoned up the crotch part for me made sure it was snug. Finally, she attached the pacifier clip to my paci and the onesie.

She smiled.

„That wasn’t so bad now, was it?“, she asked, zipping up the jumpsuit, which barely contained her boobs.

It was really comfy, alright. Like a warm hug around my body. Still embarrassing though.

„Yeah, I guess it’s okay“, I said through my paci, „But what kinda guest-“

The doorbell rang.

„Oh, she’s early“, Mom said, „I‘ll finish my makeup and you go and answer the door honey.“

She patted me on the butt, while I was getting off the bed and went down the hallway to the door. Walking with that thick package was strange enough, but the fluffy onesie really made me feel like a baby. Naturally I was nervous to open the door like this. For a second I thought about taking out my paci, but was too afraid to be caught breaking the rules. So I just kept sucking on it and opened the door.