A New Day's Dawn

Sandy Cox and her only child were living on welfare in a bad neighborhood until about a month ago when they were fortunate to be offered subsidized housing in a quieter area, albeit along a busy highway with few close neighbors. In the time they'd been living in their small 2-bedroom flat, her son Joey had made only one friend, Timmy. Although Timmy was several years younger than Joey, Sandy was happy to see her son avoiding the older kids who lived about a mile down the road (and all the dangers they represented to her son).

Sandy finished up doing the left-over dishes from lunch and began preparing supper as she watched Joey play with his new friend Timmy in the yard. It was over 100 degrees in the shade as the boys danced around in the cool spray of the lawn sprinkler in their tight little swimsuits. In a fleeting thought she noticed how delicate both boys looked; almost feminine. In the kitchen Sandy was near the point of heat exhaustion even though she was only preparing a cold meal. When nearly ready to serve, she went out on the little patch of grass they called their lawn and joined her frolicking 13-year old and his 9-year old buddy for a quick refreshment in the spray, but soon told Timmy it was time for Joey to eat and sent the younger boy home to his own dinner.

Once inside the kitchen Sandy grabbed a bath towel from the stack of fresh laundry she had taken off the line earlier and tossed it jokingly over Joey's head so he couldn't see as she guided his little wet body blindly into his bedroom. She stopped in front of the full-length mirror against one wall and lovingly rustled her son's shaggy wet brown hair into a funny looking "spike" hairdo, then dropped the towel down to his shoulders and continued drying him off. As she did so, with but a word he slipped out of his tight wet swimsuit, kicking it aside as his mother continued drying his damp torso in front of the mirror..

To some, Joey's relationship with his mother might seem bucolic. Unlike many boys his age he was completely at ease as she dried off his naked body. In fact, he was actually quite proud of the tiny patch of baby-soft pubic fuzz that adorned the base of his penis. Nor did he blush as that neo-pubescent organ began to rise as the towel tossed across its sensitive tip, first incidentally, then deliberately as his mother dried him head to toe. In his own special way Joey was fortunate.

Joey and his mom had been abandoned when Joey was 5 by a compulsive gambler father who disappeared from their lives after a fight one night. Since then Sandy had raised Joey on welfare, never again trusting a man into her life. From the time Joey first expressed a curiosity about sex many years before, Sandy spoke openly and honestly to him. He had grown up never knowing embarrassment about his own body or any function it carried. His mother always imparted a loving and informative answer to any question he had and never made him feel uneasy about asking. When she began noticing his open display of masturbation when he was a few years younger she explained that it was something that "everyone" does (including mothers) because it "makes us feel good and helps us relax", and in so doing she removed any stigma he might have associated with the activity while easily letting him know it wasn't "proper" to do it in front of guests and was best done in bed, where Joey quickly discovered he enjoyed it most. As he got a little older she introduced him to Vasoline and the pleasures and benefits occasional use could bring, and made sure he always had a small jar and tissues on the stand next to his bed.

Around her son's 12th birthday, a good year and a half ago, knowing that her "little boy" wouldn't be little forever, Sandy had explained, with books, pictures and "in the flesh", all the mechanics of reproduction to her son. During this discourse the topic of masturbation came up again and she explained that before too much longer Joey would experience his "first ejaculation" and that it would be something "wonderful" that he should tell her about as soon as it happened. Joey was quite excited as his mother explained the concept of orgasm to him. It didn't take him long to figure that he wouldn't have that first orgasm if he didn't try, and from then on he had increased his frequency of masturbation from about once a week to nearly every day.

It was a year later when that wonderful event actually occurred, but the night he ejaculated for the first time came as such an exciting event to him that he called out to his mother, only a few minutes after she had tucked him in for the night, so that she might come and see the product of his labors. The time they spent together that evening, with reassuring hugs and kisses, would never escape the memories of either of them. Joey felt so proud of his accomplishment that he told his mom that he would tell her every time he had an orgasm, but she quickly assured him that from now on she knew he was experiencing "grown-up" feelings, but it wasn't necessary to tell her every time. Blushing slightly, he realized the truth, but before she tucked him into bed he asked her about something that had bothered him for a long time and didn't remember ever getting an answer he fully understood. He told her he sometimes heard her cry out at night (when she thought he was asleep) and that he had at times run to her bedroom door to see if he could help, only to find her sleeping. She giggled as she told him that when he got a little older he'd feel like crying out when he masturbated, too. With plenty of tickles and giggles Joey thought got the message.

It was only about a month ago that Joey discovered the next sign of his new manhood: a tiny pubic hair definitely discernible from the light fuzz around the base of his penis. He had been in the bath at the time and again called his mother to come and see. Sandy was overjoyed for her little boy and after giving the little hair a good examination she took Joey out for ice cream to celebrate.

...So as Joey stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, as his mother intimately dried his 4 foot tall, 75 pound body, he felt only good, exciting feelings, right down to his erect penis, enjoying every feeling she imparted to his tender young flesh. And his mother couldn't escape the thought of how much he looked like a girl, except for those developing male gonads dangling at her fingertips. After his body was dried off she took a brush and comb and groomed the boy's hair to her liking. Finally, with full consideration of the heat-wave they were experiencing, she told him he didn't need to wear anything more than his underpants, to which he happily agreed, and so dressed they went to the kitchen and helped themselves to a tuna salad dinner, followed by an evening of cuddling, as close as the heat could allow, in front of the TV.

Around 9:30 Sandy coaxed her son to his room, and when they arrived she gently pulled his underpants off him, knowing his preference for sleeping in the nude in such hot weather. He was quite tired and was happy to kiss his mother "Good-Night" as she took one more long look at his delicately beautiful, tanned body, before tucking him in with a light top sheet and a kiss. She went to her own room and undressed. Feeling a strong urge, she could not resist lying on her bed and masturbating long and hard to a remarkable climax, replete with the loud moanings and cries she so often uttered through her private fantasies. Joey, lying in the next room, was used to hearing these sounds, and now beginning to understand what they meant, frequently masturbated in his own private concordance with his mother, mimicking her sounds (but not quite fully aware of their significance), and tonight was no exception.

An hour later Sandy got a desperate call from Timmy's mother, Emily. Emily's father had passed away suddenly and she was asking her only friend in the low-rent neighborhood to take her son in for "a few days", until she had things worked out. Sandy agreed without comment, even though she knew that Emily still kept Timmy in diapers at night due to chronic bedwetting. After a few words about "diaper changes, etc." Emily brought Timmy over. When Sandy answered the door, she saw Timmy standing next to his mother, too sleepy to realize what was happening, clad only in a thick diaper and plastic pants. Timmy's mother held his diaper bag out to Sandy, obviously in great distress. She thanked Sandy and kissed her sleepy boy and rushed out.

Sandy looked Timmy over closely as he stood barely awake and unaware of the situation. She looked in the diaper bag and found a dozen hand-sewn diapers, each very thick, along with 3 pair of plastic pants, each one large and covered with juvenile prints. She picked Timmy up, but didn't want to disturb Joey's sleep so she put her little charge in her own bed and went back to sleep herself. Around 4am she woke up to pee. The sound of the toilet flushing woke Joey up and he also had to pee. As he came out of the bathroom he saw his mother's bedroom door open with the light on so he walked over and looked in. What he saw woke him right up! His mother was sitting on the bed with Timmy lying at her side on a changing mat and was pulling his baby pants down as the little boy slept. Joey walked in quietly and started to ask what this was all about, having never known anything about Timmy staying over OR the fact that he wore diapers. But Sandy told him to be quiet; she didn't want Timmy to wake up. So Joey stood there, naked, and watched as his mother slipped the plastic panties down and off Timmy's legs. Joey looked at his best friend lying there asleep with those thick, wet diapers pinned to his loins. Then his mother unpinned each duck-shaped diaper pin and pulled the wet diaper front down between his legs, and gently lifting his bottom she slipped the wet diaper out from under him. As the boy continued to sleep soundly Sandy took a baby wipe and carefully washed the area, front and bottom as Joey watched with great curiosity.

When Sandy got around to washing the boy penis she took very special care and cleaned it gently, sliding the wipe all up and down as it quickly grew from soft to its 3cm full erection, much to Joey's fascination. Sandy, too, was fascinated by this little fellow who could sleep so deeply as she continued stroking his little erection. By now Joey also had become erect and began stroking his own. As Sandy continued her stroking she looked at Joey, causing a slight blush on his part, but not interrupting his activity at all. In her sleepy state Sandy found the situation quite amusing, with herself stroking Timmy while her son stroked himself. Very shortly Joey was making his little sounds and Sandy knew what was about to happen. She let go of the sleeping boy's penis and held the same baby wipe up to her son's penis and gently pulled his hands away from it, quickly taking over the necessary motions for a few more strokes as Joey's eyes rolled back and he braced himself against his mother's shoulders, moaning "Oh, Mommy...Mommy", finally ejaculating into the wipe she held over the end of his raging young penis. She gently squeezed every last drop from the tip before giving him a kiss and returning to tend to Timmy. Sandy powdered the little sleeper well and brought a fresh, thick diaper up between his legs and pinned it on, followed by the baby pants. Then she turned to Joey and told him to go back to bed and she'd explain everything in the morning. She turned out the light and snuggled into bed with her cleanly diapered charge who had never cracked an eye during the whole thing.

The next morning, Joey was up first and came into his mother's room just as she was waking. Timmy was still asleep beside her. Sandy got up, wearing only her panties, and stretched her arms and legs as she greeted her son, who had not yet dressed either. Then they both looked at Timmy. Sandy went over to where she had his diaper bag and went through it looking for some regular clothes but, now fully awake, realized that Emily must have completely forgotten to include anything but diapers and related items. She looked at Joey and realized he was a bit bigger than his little friend.

It didn't make much difference; she had to get the youngster up. She gently shook him, calling his name and eventually he awoke, quickly surprised by his surroundings. He saw Sandy standing over him wearing nothing but panties and his best friend Joey, standing naked beside her. This frightened him and he began crying for his Mommy. Sandy quickly put on a terry bathrobe to cover her breasts and sat beside the confused youngster, sitting him up and rubbing his back in an attempt to calm him. She tried to refresh his memory of the previous night but he didn't remember much of anything. As she explained about his grandpop's death and his mother's need to go help his grandmom for a few days Timmy burst out in more tears and sunk his head into Sandy's breast for comforting. With her motherly instincts she calmed the boy down to occasional sobs as Joey also tried to comfort his friend. But before long Timmy realized he was sitting diapered in front of his best and only real friend and the sudden impact of this brought on a resurgence of tears, this time more from embarrassment than anything else. They both did their best to reassure him and finally got him to lie back on the bed and let Sandy change him. She didn't expect to find the soggy wet diaper that she did; it had only been about 3 hours since she last changed him. But his mother had said he was a "real heavy wetter" and this was proof enough. As she went about cleaning him Joey tried to take his friend's mind off the situation by talking of all the fun things they could do until his mother got back. But as Sandy began her detailed cleaning of Timmy's penis both boys thoughts became distracted. Timmy's penis was as stiff as it could get and he quickly realized that Joey was in a similar state; Sandy just smiled at them as she continued her mission.

When she had reached the end of her task she stood Timmy up next to Joey, who stood a full head higher, and said "I'm not sure I have anything for you to wear, Timmy. Your Mommy only left diapers and baby panties when she dropped you off last night." She took the boys into Joey's room and rummaged through his underwear drawer looking for the oldest (smallest) pair she could find. She did find one and held it up for Timmy to step into but they were barely supported by his narrow hips. She told him to walk around the room and sure enough the underpants fell down to his feet after a few steps. They had similar results with a pair of short pants.

Then Timmy said, shyly, "Maybe I should just wear my diapers and baby pants like I do at home...". Sandy was caught somewhat by surprise by his remark, but didn't challenge it. She took him back to her bed and re-diapered him thoroughly again. Then she tried on the shorts again and they fit better with the bulk of the new foundation garments he wore.

Timmy smiled up at Sandy and then asked "Should I just tell you when I need a change?" And Sandy assured him so. Then she handed Joey a pair of undies and shorts and when he got them on they all went down for breakfast.

The boys played hard that day, Timmy feeling very relieved that Joey wasn't teasing him about his diapers, a secret he had carefully hidden from him since they had first met weeks ago. And Joey was thoroughly enjoying watching Timmy being diapered.

That evening, when bedtime came around, Sandy told the boys they could sleep together in her bed and she would use Joey's bed. Once again she diapered Timmy ever so thoroughly and lovingly as Joey watched excitedly...and somewhat enviously. Then with kisses for both boys Sandy said good night, telling them to have the light out within half an hour. During that half hour Joey introduced Timmy to his favorite pastime, amazing the younger boy with his ejaculation and little whimpers of pleasure...

Three days later Emily returned for Timmy, quite concerned that things might not have gone well considering her son's problem, but was pleasantly surprised to find everyone happy. She thanked Sandy and Joey for taking such good care care of Timmy during her time of need and returned home. Within minutes Joey missed his little friend (even though he lived just across the way).

That evening, as Sandy was getting Joey ready for bed, the boy looked up to his mother and whispered something in her ear, blushing furiously. She smiled ironically and followed him to his dresser where he pulled out a clean pair of Timmy's diapers and baby pants. She looked at him curiously as he held them in front of his bare privates, smiling sheepishly and then she understood. With only a kiss she took him to the bed, and laid him on his back. Leaving the room for a moment she returned with baby powder and wipes left over from Timmy's stay and began to diaper her eager son with all the care she had given the younger boy...and more. And Joey loved every delightful, exhilarating minute of the experience. The diapers were a bit tight and the baby pants even more so, but Joey didn't mind, and as his mother kissed and wished her "baby" a good night Joey felt more comfortable than he could ever remember. Instead of his usual undercover activity that night he just lay in his diapers in bliss. As he was about to drop off to sleep he felt the sudden urge to pee and simply let it flow without a second thought.

When Sandy discovered Joey's condition the next morning they both realized that no matter how good their relationship had been until now, it could get even better. A new day had dawned in their lives, thanks to Timmy (and his mom).