A Day at the Beach

**All characters in this story are 18+**

The time Mommy and I spend at the beach together is always some of my favorite. The warmth of the sun on my skin and the sand beneath my feet is always something I cherish. I love the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. The sound of the gulls as they flock through the wind, searching for the forgotten scraps scattered throughout the sand. I was never quite sure if there was a particular element that I enjoyed so much, or if it was just something about the overall ambience of the beach that made it such an enjoyable environment.

Perhaps It was because it just so happened to be one of the only times that Mommy let me out of my diapers as a chance to enjoy the short lived freedom. Though, maybe freedom wasn’t the right word as I much enjoyed my diapers and the lifestyle that came with them. Of course, the lack of a diaper certainly didn't stop me from enjoying the conveniences that it usually offered. Because the thing about the beach was that it was perfectly normal for everyone to have wet shorts, or work with wet sand or have water dripping down their legs, so what did it matter where the water came from?

We had carried our belongings from the parking lot, picking a nice open spot just a short walk from the parking lot that provided a good distance from the other beach goers, while also being close to the water. Of course, not to close as then I would never have enough time for the one activity I loved the most about coming to the beach. Mommy setup her chair and umbrella as I dumped my bag of beach toys out onto the sand a good distance from the water, eager to prepare my castle for the war against the tide as I had done on almost every trip to the beach. After all, who doesn't love digging in the warm sand and playing make believe.

“Sweetie, come get some sunscreen first,” Mommy called out from her newly established resting spot only a couple feet over. It was nice really, looking back at this beautiful woman that I loved dearly, seeing her in nothing but her favorite two piece, covering only the bare minimum of which I often wish could be left exposed. Her skin glistened in the sun as she stepped back under the umbrella, taking a seat on her chair.

I ran back to her, not wanting to waste any time so that I could get started. She pulled the sunscreen out of her bag and squirted a big puddle into her hand. Its familiar smell wafted by as I felt myself let out a deep breath, fully content in the moment.

“Alright baby, it might be a little cold,” she said as I sat on the sand in front of her.

Sure enough she was right, because when wasn’t she? I flinched at the initial touch of the cream, but it quickly warmed up as she worked it into my shoulders. Spreading it across my neck and down around my whole body before moving on to my arms and legs. It was a great feeling actually. Almost like a light massage, having someone else work their hands across your body, making contact with almost every inch of exposed skin.

“Almost done, just gotta get your little face,” Mommy said, switching the bottle out for a different sunscreen, followed by the little weaved sun hat she plopped onto my head. I smiled up at her as she rubbed the last bit of sunscreen into my face, ensuring to cover my ears and forehead before leaving the last little spot on my nose.

“Boop!” Mommy said as she bopped my nose with the last of the cream.

I let out a laugh, loving all of the care and attention she was giving me. I’m sure some might find it odd, but to me it was what made my entire world. A loving, caring Mommy who made sure I knew just how much she loved me at every second of the day.

“All done! You're free to go play in the sand, baby,” She said.

“I love you!” I called out as I quickly got to my feet, running back to my emptied bag of toys.

“I love you too, baby,” She called out, beginning to lather herself in sunscreen.

Time flew as I played in the sand, digging my moat in preparation for the water’s rise, not much of a second thought about anything. Mommy sat close by, bathing in the sun and reading her book, watching me enjoy myself. There really was nothing like it. Eventually the need to relieve myself would come, and I could simply go, as if I still had one of those soft, perfectly fluffy diapers expertly wrapped around my waist by my one true love.

There was something about the feeling of wetting myself that brought me so much joy. The feeling of the soft padding of a diaper wrapped around my waist as the soft fluff quickly slurped up and wicked away the moisture, spreading it over a larger region allowing its warmth to sit against my skin. I loved the damp fluff feel that sat so delicately on my thighs. And while the warmth lasted, I was always in a state of pure bliss.

However, without the diaper it was almost entirely a different experience, and a quite refreshing one at that. I watched as the dark spot on my shorts grew out in a radius from my boy parts, spreading quickly as I felt the warm liquid move like a flash flood. The shorts reached their max absorption almost instantly, quickly wicking the warmth throughout the entire shorts, giving them a soaked feel that stuck to my skin, leaving the majority of the liquid free to run, following gravity all across my thighs and down my legs. The hot liquid dripped out the leg holes and into the sand which quickly ate it up, dampening the sand to a perfect consistency for castle building. I almost wish I was standing up to feel the full effect as it dripped down my legs, preferably in a thick pair of sweatpants or something similar. But alas, this was just as nice. The hot sand under my butt complimented the liquid's warmth, bringing a sense of relief and happiness throughout my body as I continued to pee.

The day went on just like that. The moat around my castle grew bigger, deeper. Fueling the need of the much needed sand to build the castle bigger, and stronger. Hoping that it might outlast the tide as it grew nearer and nearer.

But like all good things, the day was coming to an end, at least for Mommy and I as I could see her start to pack things up, indicating that my time as the keeper of this castle was soon coming to an end.

“Tyler, honey?” Mommy called out. “It's time to start packing up, sweetie”.

I looked back at her and acknowledged with a nod. I was sad to have to leave, but I knew there would be many more days like this, as the summer was only just getting started, and Mommy loved the beach almost as much as I did. I gathered my scattered buckets and shovels and tossed them back into their net bag, ignoring any sand still stuck to them as I knew Mommy would give them a good hose down when we got home.

“Alright baby, let's get you in a nice fresh diaper,” Mommy said, pulling out a bright white diaper from her bag as she began to unfold it.

“Mommy…not here…” I said quietly, looking around to see if anyone was staring in our direction.

“Don’t be silly baby, lay down so we can get you all diapered up. Besides, we don’t want you having another accident in the car like last time, do we?” Mommy said, patting the diaper that she had laid out on the beach towel.

She was right of course. I was so used to being able to go whenever I needed, that I hadn’t even thought twice about doing just that during the car ride home last time after I had promised I could make it until we got there.

I quickly laid down on the towel, not wanting to make a scene for Mommy in public.

“Looks like someone has already had an accident or two outside of their diaper,” Mommy teased, pulling my still damp shorts off, exposing my bare shaved privates to the world as she smiled down at me.

She powdered me down and taped the diaper up as she had done thousands of times before and pulled out a clean pair of shorts to pull on over the diaper. “There we are,” She said, helping me back onto my feet. It felt good to have that soft familiar padding wrapped around me again. The diaper tails stuck up well past my shorts, but that was something I had grown used to over the years, so I wasn’t going to worry about that.

With my bag of sand toys in one hand, and my Mommy’s hand in the other we made our way back to the car. The sun beaming down over us as we walked through the sand with our bare feet. Warmth, happiness, and a loving Mommy…life was good.