As I trying to sleep in this huge crib, which I have to admit, feels great…just apart from wearing this nappy: it’s huge and soft and of course it’s my first nappy in over twenty years! Still I just did as I’m told for my Sarah…I also laid there on my own thinking what a great shag I’ve just had.
‘Mummy Sarah’ is more attractive to the crazy ‘Girlfriend Sarah’. I’m having mixed emotions. Sarah had just fucked my brains out on that changing table; so drifting off to sleep as I’m trying to now isn’t going to be that hard…*yawn*
The Queen’s Suite – Outside the Nursery
Sarah herself gave a light yawn then picked up her mobile from the pocket of her vintage dress…to call her bitch mother; Caroline!
“…Mother my plan is working well…” – Sarah lightly yawned as she informed her feminist mother; my enemy!
“…Well I’m very glad to hear that my darling daughter…this is your plan and not mine, so I’ll just leave you be…you’ve grown into a mature, strict and proud woman; I’m very grateful to be your mother: Daddy would have been so proud of his little girl…” – Caroline calmly replied on the mobile nearly crying with the latter comment.
Sarah moved over to an armchair that was sitting next to the large Queen-Sized bed: the one I thought I was going to sleep in and make love to Sarah. Sarah sat into the armchair to continue the conversation:
“…Aww mother, not to worry: we’ll be one happy little family soon enough, you’re going to become his Granny – or Nanny I should say without making you feel old.” – Sarah awkwardly commented to Caroline.
“It’s okay honey; I forgive you, I just want to retrain that worthless vagabond with my own hands…teach him self-respect and manners to his Mummy and Nanny, and to women in general…you know it needs to be done…right?” – Caroline reminded her daughter of her own vengeance upon me.
Sarah began to twirl her hair with her small fingers and began to lightly bounce her legs over the armchair’s bars.
“Er yeah, sure mum: you do what you need to do to my little boy…when that time comes understand?” – Sarah told her mother.
“Like I said this is your plan, and I’ll just step back and watch Tony’s downfall into babyhood. I brought a new thick paddle…that is just waiting for his bottom.” – Caroline giggled down the mobile to Sarah.
“Mum, can I ask you something?” – Sarah seriously asked her mother on the mobile.
“Sure darling, what is it?” – Caroline calmly replied.
“Since I began this ‘Mummy’ role-play to a few adult baby boys, only to a few men way before I met Tony, and he doesn’t have to know about that. But the thing is, with mothering Tony just now has brought my ‘Mummy’ experiences back; back into my mind, soul, emotions and affections…am I being selfish as a woman for wanting an adult baby boy of my own?” – Sarah truthfully asked her mother who is full of wisdom.
“…Well it’s a good sign and step…” – Caroline announced back on the mobile.
“Mother?” – Sarah asked in confusion.
“Darling if your petite body is getting over flushed with maternal emotions and of nurturing then the answer is ‘no’ – you’re not being selfish. All young women experience these emotions; some during their teens, twenties, thirties and their forties. It’s part of womanhood and being a Mummy. Trust me sweetheart; men don’t know how lucky they are; it’s hard for us ladies to keep our maternal instincts locked away and hidden from them, they might think and we are weak creatures, but we’re not: we’re the strongest sex. Why do you ask?” – Caroline replied.
“Well like yourself I’m a career woman, I have ambitions and I want to run a world-wide business empire; I don’t want to be the ‘little woman’ in the kitchen, being told what to do by some macho man and have real babies. I think that if goes well…I might marry Tony…” – Sarah informed her mother as she shut her eyes waiting for her mother to give an awful reply.
“…Sarah you know what I think of that piece of crud that waste of space: you can do so much better, given your looks: you can get a ‘Brad Pitt’ any day of the week.” – Caroline stated to her daughter.
“Mum, we’ve talked about this hundreds of times and yes I know how much you can’t stand Tony and me being in love with each-other. But when my plan works, he’ll be getting retained, to grow up as a diapered man, and not some loser of a man. I want to marry a man who would do anything for me…even wear nappies and act like my baby boy…Tony is that man: I want to marry him for his love and his submission; certainly not for his looks: I agree with you on that one. Tony has always been faithful towards me, that thing with Nicole was part of the guilt-tripping plan I had for him this weekend…I did promise Tony that as long as I baby him: I will never cheat on him with another man…” – Sarah bluntly informed her mother.
“I know you wouldn’t sweetheart, I know you wouldn’t cheat on that bum with another man: fuck some stud’s brains out in full view while Tony is in a messy nappy, in his crib, drooling from his mouth wishing it was him…does he know?” – Caroline asks Sarah.
“No. Not yet, that’s for later on – when the plot thickens.” – Sarah giggled down her mobile.
“Brilliant, I can’t wait to see his face.” – Caroline laughed back.
“I’ve got to go mum; I’m going to meet and chat with two Adult Schoolgirls down at the bar: you know how it all works.” – Sarah told her mother on her mobile.
“I sure do, good luck with the baby: I love you; be safe!” – Caroline wished her one and only daughter a loving good bye.
“Bye mum; I love you too.” – Sarah commented as she then hanged up on her mobile.
Sarah stood from her armchair; she walked over to the dressing table to grab her purse and the keys to our hotel suite then walked out of the door to head downstairs to the hotel bar to meet with her old friends; the two adult schoolgirls…