“I have a special treat for you today she said; you are going to love it”. He writhed in the cot with excitement, his little pee pee stood smartly to attention in his nappy. “It’s lovely” She hung it on the wardrobe door where he could see it She lowered the cot side and lent over him and gave him a little kiss on his forehead. He felt her hands run across the front of his baby plastic pants; he instinctively arched up a little so he could get the smallest sensation of her hand on his little member. She lightly held the top of the plastic pants and pulled them up so they tightened and pressed his wet nappy onto his little excitement.
She came round the side of the cot into the light where he could see what she was holding. He smelt her soft lingering perfume, her hair brushed his face. Hardly believing it could be happening he writhed upwards and down again and then again and again as the exquisite sensation grew and grew.
It was a sweet sweet little baby dress; he recognised it as one of Unikarens designs. How long had it been since she had played with him like this, it seemed ages since she had done anything so overtly sexual.
Simon hissed loudly “David you are wetting your pants!!!
“ David woke with a start, heart pounding, sweat on his chest and face.
Her smile and cheerful “Good morning my darling baby” made him glow with pleasure and love for this woman, once his wife now his wonderful mummy.
He could see the baby bottle in her hand; he was thirsty and he took it eagerly from her and lay back to su-k on it and drink as she lowered the cot rails and started to busy herself round the nursery getting ready for the first nappy change of the day.
Shifting slowly in his cot the dream faded, it was alright he had just wet his nappy in his sleep.
He was safe in his cot; the golf club was a distant memory not to be seen again soon.
He opened his eyes at last, a quick glance showed the familiar cot bars and the pink glow of sunlight through the nursery curtains.
Relief flooded through him, it was only a dream, the same dream, a frightening dream, and a visit to his past life.
“Pleath let me wear it today” “Pleath Pleath Mummy” He distantly recognised the warning signs and risks in the back of his mind.
He knew deep down that she must be plotting some new humiliation, some shameful public exposure that would leave him frightened and awkward but the vision of the lovely dress and above all the firm pressure of the tight plastic pants over his wet nappy that was giving him such an excitement that he cast caution to the wind.
If David had been prepared to acknowledge the truth he would have realised that he had only heard her have an orgasm since he slept in the cot.