Back in chastity

You pull your hand out of your diaper and turn off your phone screen, but it's too late. She has seen everthing. She sits on the edge of your bed, her red lips frowning as she looks down at her own phone. She turns the screen so you can see it. She is logged into the internet router history. Clearly highlighted are all of your most recent searches and she flicks her finger, scrolling to the bottom.

"Mommy femdom," she mutters as she clicks the last link you were watching. You wish you could crawl into a hole and die. She starts to watch and you can hear the woman's voice as she unbuttons her dress.

"Is that supposed to be me?" Rebeccah's mother scoffs to herself. "She's not even attractive."

That's when you notice what she's wearing. Rebeccah's mother is wearing a very sheer little black night dress that has a tie in the front, leaving most of the front open, not that the sheer fabric conceals anything at all. It only comes down to about hip level, and ends with a little frill. It looks like something a pinup would wear in the 50's. It's what she's wearing underneath that leaves you breathless.

She isn't wearing anything, at least on top. Her big breasts are bare beneath the sheer fabric and swinging freely. Her wide aereolas are capped with thick nipples, pointing slightly downward and protruding beneath the sheer silky fabric. You hear yourself swallow as you wonder if she is wearing panties, then you realize you are staring at her breasts and she is watching you.

You look away, guiltily, but she seems unperterbed by your staring.

"Come on, let's hop on the changing table," she says, standing and offering you her hand.

She is not wearing panties. Her neatly trimmed vagina is almost at eye level and completly uncovered by her short night dress. On the changing table, your diaper is removed, and she shakes her head at the sticky mess she finds.

"It looks like I caught you in time," she says, wiping you down.

"I blame myself, mostly," she says, reaching into one of the drawers under the table. "We all know what a shameless little masturbator you are. I don't know how I expected you to be able to control yourself."

You feel the cold steel ring of the chastity cage slip over your testicles and your flaccid penis is pulled through. Then you feel the cage being locked into place.

"Hmm," she says absently. "I am going to have to buy you a smaller size. "

Suddenly it all seems incredibly unfair and you feel anger welling up in your breast. But it's a helpless anger and it quickly gives way to dispair and big tears start to run freely down your cheeks and you start to sob.

"There, there," she says, helping you off the table and over to your bed. She sits on the edge and pats the spot next to her.

"Come talk to mommy and tell her how you're feeling," she says soothingly.

You sit and she pulls your head down to her lap, where your cheek is against her warm thigh, and her soft breast presses against the back of your head. She starts to softly stroke your hair.

"Come on, talk to mommy," she prompts you, and you start to talk, although it's hard because your breath is coming in shuddering gasps.

"I feel mad," you manage to say. "Because you've taken everything from me. Rebeccah, my adulthood, and now I can't even touch my own penis."

Your outburst causes a fresh round of crying, and she patiently waits for it to subside while she strokes your hair.

"First of all, Rebeccah is coming home to you. She will always come home to you. I know it must be hard to watch her go off with another man for the first time, but it will get easier. You should think about how much you love her and that you want her to have everything she needs."

"As for taking away your adulthood goes, I could argue that you never had it at all. You never seemed like much of an adult. All I'm doing is taking you back a little ways and starting over so we can do it the right way this time. I don't plan to keep you in diapers for the rest of your life. We will work through your little wetting problem, and you will be back in panties in no time. "

"Finally, not allowing yourself to be constantly playing with your little noodle all day, is clearly for your own good. I feel it's clear to everyone but you that you have a masturbation problem. If you are forever watching pornography with your hand in your diaper, you will never focus on the people around you. I happen to know that orgasm denial has an amazing effect on a boy's attitude. Suddenly he so much more attentive and helpful! But don't worry. Orgasms are very important for good prostate health, and I have some ideas about that, which we can talk about tomorrow, when Rebeccah is here."

As you listen, you realize she has everything so buttoned up and figured out, that there is no hope for you. She has all the power and you are helpless. There's nothing you can do but sniffle and sob quietly while she strokes your hair. For a while she just lets you cry.

"I can see that you are very upset," she says soothingly. "Today has been a lot, especially with Rebeccah going out for the first time. Let's try something. I think you will find it very comforting. Roll over onto your back."

Still sniffling, and blind from the tears in your eyes, you roll over on her lap, facing upward. You feel something brushing your lips, and she pulls your face toward her.

"Open your mouth, sweet boy," she whispers. When you do, her thick nipple presses between your lips and you begin to suckle.

"Ohh, such a good boy," she coos down at you. "Suck nice and deep. Oh yes, just like that. This is very comforting for mommy too."

Her hand grasps yours which had somehow wandered down the front of your diaper without you even realizing it where you were pressing rythmically against your cage through your thick diaper. She pulls your hand up and places it against the side of the breast you are suckling. You begin to gently caress and massage as you suck, and she goes back to stroking your hair.

You don't think you have ever felt bliss like this and your tantrum, for that was surely what it was, is long gone, replaced by an all encompasing tranquil and safe feeling. She allows you to keep sucking on her nipple until you get sleepy and you begin to drift off.

"It's not time for bed yet," she says gently, pulling her wet nipple from your mouth. "Let's go down stairs for some cookies and milk."

She gives you a moment to become more alert before leading you sleepily down the stairs.