[#237] Happy Endings All Around

"Please Allison."  The words hurt almost as much as the cramps did.  "Please may I stop holding it?"

My mother and I had been having quite a lot of fun since I discovered her secret.  She had apparently been hiding it her entire life, and the thrill of it had been addictive to her.  The power balance in the house had shifted quite a bit.

"Slave, do you think she asked correctly?"  My footstool shivered, his muscular back almost rippling.  Mark had moved in this week, there was no point in hiding my own perversion since my mother's had been discovered.

He looked visibly distressed by the question.  Almost as distressed as my mother was, the laxatives I had given her an hour ago doing their job.  Did he risk angering me by speaking ill of my mother, or did he risk angering me by giving the wrong answer?

It took effort not to laugh.

Instead, I leaned forward and grabbed his ear, twisting.

"Well?  Slave?  I do not enjoy waiting."

"No Mistress!  She didn't ask correctly!"  I had been seeing Mark for almost a year now, but neither of us had ever imagined we'd be able to live out our fantasies so thoroughly.

"Babygirl."  I didn't call her mother any more.  I still loved her, but I loved the power as well.  "Do you want to try asking again?  If not, you can hold it for another hour... "

I watched as complete panic spread across her face.  If she messed without asking, she wouldn't get a change until bedtime.  That would be hours in a shitty diaper.  I won either way.

"Please... "  Watching her swallow her pride was impossibly delicious.  "Please may I make a present in my diaper?"

"Do you want to make a stinky diaper, Babygirl?"

"Yes please... "  She was sitting on the floor, shaking from the effort of holding it.  Her knees were pressed tightly against her, wrapped by her arms in a desperate attempt.  Doing this in our back yard only made it all the better.  We were a half mile from the nearest neighbor.  I could torment her to my heart's content.

"Okay, Babygirl.  Up on the stairs."  I watched as she slowly crawled halfway up the steps, her pristine white diaper - the only underwear she was allowed now - ready and waiting.  "You may fill your diaper.  And smile for the camera."

She had already begun before I said 'smile', I could both see it and hear it.  Her head whipped around in surprise just as I took the photo, my darling mother in the midst of pooping her pampers.  And it was a lot.

But the fun had just begun.  I had locked the prongs of her vibrator this week.  And with all of the stimulation and humiliation, she had to be quite horny.  I had done the same to Mark.

"Is there something else you'd like to ask me, Babygirl?"  I didn't bother to hide my wicked grin.  I knew what shitting herself did to her.

"May I please go... cum?"  Her cheeks were burning.  I could almost read her thoughts:  How did it come to this?  How did it go this far?

But it would go farther yet.

"There's only one way you're cumming, and that's with Mark's cock in your mouth.  Slave.  On your back for the Babygirl."

I watched gleefully as he obeyed, I watched as my mother was driven by her own needs, as they both were.  I watched as she climbed atop him, her messy diaper in his face.  I watched the ecstacy on both of their faces as she sucked and he ground his face in the plastic backing.

And I laughed as they both came, as I filmed the whole thing.