Getting to know Dad

Mom took my hand and helped me off the bed. She then guided me out to the living room in nothing by my white t-shirt from yesterday and a diaper. Dad took it in stride, much to my embarrassment. "Ah, there's the little sleepy head! Let's get you all nice and fed before you take your shower and get dressed for the day," she greeted, and picked me up so that my head was level with hers, which meant my bottom was cradled by one arm while the other hung loosely by her side. Walking me over to the table after giving my tummy a bit of a tickle which did nothing, she set me down on the head chair before going into the kitchen and bringing in the three plates.

It was Mom who removed my pacifier, but Dad who began to spoon feed me. It was a 24 year-old engineer who graduated at the top of her class and was making lots of money at a great job, and here I was, diapered and being spoon and fork fed by my step-mother. Yet, that big, bright smile on her face made me feel a bit better. That morning she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with nearly matching blue jeans, and I finally noticed the tattoos that adorned her arms, which seemed a mix of tribal and custom designs. I always fancied myself a tattoo fan, but I don't want to get all that mushy about my step-mother.

Mom finished eating long before Dad and I finished. "Alright, you two, I've actually gotta get to work and I'll be working late. I want you two to get to know each other whilst I'm away. And, Katey, you be good, or you'll have a turn over Mara's knee."

And with that, she put her plate in the sink and headed out the door. I was slightly afraid that Mara's personality would change dramatically, but nothing happened. She just continued to eat and feed me until our plates were empty. She then quietly stood up and put our plates in the sink.

Instead of picking me up she simply took my hand and proceeded to guide me to the bathroom. She then helped me strip and helped me into the shower. "Alright, wash up. I'll be back in few minutes to get you dried off."

I showered in auto-pilot mode. I was bit confused as to what all was going on and how to react. I was shaken from my stupor a bit when a big gray hand reached through the curtain and turned off the water before another slide open the curtain. I will admit, I am impressed with Mara's restraint. After helping me out of the tub, she grabbed a towel and dried me off without really spending any more time than necessary on private and overly sensitive bits. That said, I could feel that she was struggling. I was in heat and while Mom was immune, Dad wasn't so much and while she didn't spend any longer than needed everywhere, I could hear her nose inhale a bit more than needed and she remained silent through everything.