Diaper Play, Interruption (Patreon Exclusive)

Posting this a day early, because I do what I want and none of you can stop me! 

“Hello, dear! Is now a good time to talk?” Angela asked, leaning against her car as she waited for gas to pump.

“Oh, uh, hey mom. No, I-” Her daughter, Erica, said, sounding a little distracted on the other side of the line.

“Remember when you said I was free to come and stay whenever I wanted?” Angela asked, biting her lip and hoping she wouldn’t be abusing her daughter’s generous offer.

Erica whispered something that Angela couldn’t hear, then spoke up. “Uh huh! Yeah, I remember saying that. Why do you...”

“I’m visiting a friend and some last minute arrangements for lodging fall through,” Angela said. “Would it be alright if I stayed there tonight?”

“Oh. Okay, sure. Tonight? Uh… I guess that’s fine? When should I expect-”

“I’m pumping gas on the edge of town,” Angela said, quickly. Gosh, I hope this isn’t an imposition. “So, fifteen minutes maybe?”

“Oh, okay. Yeah. Love you. Buh-bye.”

“Love you too, dear,” Angela said, hanging up the phone.

She tried not to feel too bad about suddenly dropping in. She’d checked before, and her daughter hadn’t posted anything to social media about weekend plans - They were just planning a quiet weekend in and had said as much, so Angela wouldn’t be interrupting anything.

Angela, on the other hand, had plans.

After resetting the pump, she tapped another number into her phone and listened to it ring.

George picked up in three rings. “How’s my sweet little girl?”

Angela giggled. “Please, George! I’m in public.”

“Oh, and you’re worried they’ll find out what a naughty little girl you are?”

She smiled as she got into her car, rolling up the window. “George, you are a devil.”

“You love it,” he replied. “Are you in town?”

“I just got here,” Angela said. “I’ll be going to my daughter’s home to drop off my things, and then I’ll come over.”

He lowered his voice to a sultry tone. “Are you wearing your diaper?”

She turned pink, even though nobody else could hear. “No, I’ve got them in my purse. I’ll put it on before I come over.”

“Good girl,” he said. “Drive safe, I’ll see you soon.”

“Goodbye,” she said, hanging up.

She’d known George back in school, but barely remembered him from then - they’d hit it off at a school reunion about a year ago, and as a pair of divorcees with children all grown up, they had a lot in common. Though they lived a state away, they kept up with phonecalls and email, and quickly rekindled their old friendship.

Things had turned flirtatious after a while, and then kinky. Angela’s ex had always been rather boring in bed, but George made her feel things she hadn’t known she could feel in a bedroom context, and when he suggested diapers, well… she was willing to give it a try. Over-the-phone flirting had turned to phone sex, and then they’d decided to meet and try things out in person.

They’d planned on meeting up in a week, but after both their work schedules got rearranged, that wasn’t going to work out any more. It had to be this weekend, or they’d both have to wait another month before she had time for an extended out-of-state trip, and neither of them wanted to wait a month.

So, here she was, parking in front of her daughter’s home with a half pack of diapers crammed into her large purse and the sort of nervous excitement about a date she hadn’t felt since highschool.

Getting out her suitcase, she carried her luggage up to the front door. It sounded like there was a commotion going on inside, so she waited for a second before knocking - She knew the kids. The place was probably a bit of a mess, and they were hurrying to make it seem nice before judgemental ol’ mom came around. She’d give them a moment.

Adam eventually came to the door, beaming and offering a hug. “Angela!”

“Please,” she said, accepting the greeting. He looked a bit startled, and looking around, it confirmed her suspicions that there’d been a hasty cleaning job in the past few minutes. “‘Mom’ is fine.”

“How was the drive up from Portland?” Adam asked, as they separated. “The… four hour drive.”

“Oh, it was nice!” she said. “Where’s Erica?”

“She has a migraine, so she’s laying down for a while. Can I help you with your bags?” He stepped past her, and Angela’s heart jumped a few feet as she realized he might see what was in her purse, if he looked too close.

“Oh, I can get my purse,” She quickly said, reaching out for it. “Here, just-”

Adam was already juggling the bag, though, and didn’t want to hand it over.  “I don’t mind carrying-”

“I’ve got it-”

“No, but-”

He paused for a moment, and without really thinking things through, Angela reached for the purse and grabbed it, yanking it away. She fumbled her grip, though, and the whole thing fell to the floor, scattering its contents on the floor.

Jumping in before Adam could see, Angela tried to stay between Adam and the diapers on the floor, quickly grabbing them all and shoving them back into her purse.

“Crap, sorry!” Adam said, but he didn’t seem to notice, and - thank the lord for his impoliteness - he didn’t even try to help her pick up the stuff she’d dropped. She managed to cram the diapers back in without a hitch and close the purse before he saw.

“Sorry about that!” he said, chuckling. “I’ve got butterfingers, I guess.”

Angela stood, looking more at her purse than at him, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Oh, heh, that’s- that’s alright, I should have- Well, it’s alright.”

“So, uh…” Adam rubbed at the back of his neck, probably feeling embarrassed that he’d dropped her stuff. “You want my help unpacking?”

“I can get it, I got the bags up here myself!” She didn’t want a repeat of the last panic.

She moved to start taking her things upstairs, when Adam said, “Uh, wait!”

Angela blinked, frowning. “What?”

“You…” He hesitated.  “Haven’t told me about your trip yet. Why don’t I make you a cup of tea and you can tell me all about it?”

Angela wanted to get over to George’s as soon as possible, but her son in law was a good kid, and she could spare a moment to catch up with him. “Aww, that’s sweet! I’m sure I’ve got a little time.”

…

The rest of her visit went by without anything noteworthy happening whatsoever. She told Adam about her drive up, said hi to her daughter, and then got changed in the guest bedroom.

She did have a moment of concern when she put on her diaper - there were only four in her purse, and she remembered packing five.

Once she was in her diaper, though, and had changed into the dress she was wearing to George’s, she took a moment to covertly check out the living room, checking under the couch to see if she’d missed a diaper. She hadn’t, she was just remembering wrong.

George only lived a mile away, and when she got to his home, he was waiting for her with a bottle of wine.

“George!” She said, leaning in to kiss him as she got inside.

They held the embrace for a long pause before separating, so he could reply, “Angela.” Reaching down, he felt the back of her dress, making her diaper crinkle. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “Such an obedient little girl.”

“George,” she repeated. “There’s no hurry.”

“Do you want to wait a while?” he asked.

She paused, then shook her head. They could talk after.

“To the bedroom, then?”

He knew how to romance a woman. Though they were being impatient, that wasn’t the same as rushing. Starting off gentle, he kissed her lips, working his hands down her body, moving them onto the bed.

George had experience.

He built her up, holding her where he wanted until she felt she couldn’t stand it any longer, then gave her release, only to start the process over again. His words were almost as effective on her, giving Angela a rush that mere physical contact could never have provided on its own.

And stamina. He had stamina. When she was worn out and tired, he gave her time to rest, but he was always ready to go just as soon as she was.

She wasn’t sure how long their intimacy lasted, but by the time they were done, the sun had long since set, and they were cuddled together on the bed, her diaper soggy and heavy around her hips.

“That was incredible…” she said, exulting.

“You’re staying the whole weekend, right?” George asked. “I can show you even more tomorrow.”

“Oh, god, please,” Angela said.

“Then, for a little more fun, I’ve got one more job for you,” George said. “Wear your diaper to bed.”

Angela blinked. “It’s so wet already, though.”

“It’ll hold,” George leaned in, kissing her forehead. “Trust me.”

“Alright…” Angela agreed. “If I wet my daughter’s bed, though, she’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

He chuckled, sitting up. They were both sweaty and he was breathing a little heavily after the hours of wonderful exertion, but that just added to his appeal. “Shall I make us dinner?”

“You do know the way to a woman’s heart,” Angela said.

…

She got back home late. The lights in the house were out, though the door was unlocked and there was a note for her saying to help herself to anything in the fridge.

‘I’m back at my daughter’s,’ she texted George. ‘I’ll be going to bed soon. Tonight was wonderful.’

Given that all the lights were out, she assumed that the kids had gone to sleep, so she made sure to walk on tiptoe as she made her way up the stairs. She was already an imposition, she didn’t want to wake them up on top of everything else. They could enjoy their sleep, and she’d be silent as a mouse.

At the top of the stairs, her phone buzzed, and she checked it.

George had, apparently, decided to be a little domineering. ‘Good girl. Send me a picture of your diaper, so I know you’re being obedient.’

Smiling and feeling a rush, she pulled up her dress, raising her phone to get a good picture-

She didn’t hear the sound of the door to her side until it was too late. She wasn’t the only one with soft footfalls, it seemed - Erica opened the bedroom door, creeping out so that she wouldn’t wake Adam, who was snoozing on the bed.

Erica, Angela’s daughter, who was dressed up as a cheerleader in a particularly full diaper, turned around and saw Angela, frozen in shock, staring at her.

Angela, Erica’s mother, who was holding up her dress to show off her particularly soggy diaper.

Both of them blinked a few times.

“Um…” Erica said.

“Is your head feeling better?” Angela asked.

“Uh… yeah,” Erica confirmed. “A lot better. How was your night?”

“Nice, I… caught up with an old friend,” Angela said. “I’m going to bed?”

“I need to… take a shower?”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Both of them continued pretending they hadn’t seen anything at all as they moved on their way to get ready for bed. There were some things you just didn’t talk about with family.