A red light started flashing next to Mike’s computer monitor – on which a blonde cheerleader was being seriously Rogered by a linebacker with a 10” dick. He hastily put away the 42 oz Mountain Dew bottle he’d nearly finished, flicked off the video, grabbed his joystick – and by the time his mother knocked on his door (and immediately entered), he was innocently playing a tween-friendly retro arcade game.

“It’s time for bed Mike,” his mother, stepmother actually, said.

“Yes mother,” he replied docilely – shutting down his computer.

“Do you need help?” his mother asked gently.

“Yes please mother,” Mike replied in a quiet voice.

“OK – go clean your teeth and try to go potty,” she instructed him.

Mike went to his ensuite bathroom but left the door slightly ajar, cleaned his teeth noisily, downed three large cups of water completely silently, and then stood at the toilet and poured down a fourth cup into the toilet, after which he flushed. He stripped down and put all of his clothes in the hamper

When he came out, his mother had placed a rubber mat on his bed and gotten a wash basin, towel, diaper cream, powder, and an ultra-thick night diaper ready for the 14-year-old boy.

He lay down on the mat and with practiced care she washed his genitals and started rubbing in the diaper cream.

As had happened frequently in recent times, Mike started to sprout an erection. The first few times, his mother had tried to close the diaper over it but despite being only 14, Mike was very well endowed, and it was too painful. Now, as had become a part of the nightly ritual, she started to masturbate him, cooing in his ear “Come for Mommy – spurt for Mommy” and it didn’t take long to take him to conclusion, catching his copious semen in the hand towel. When he was soft again, she closed up the diaper and kissed his forehead.

“Sleep well darling,” she cooed to the drowsy boy. “I’m sure you won’t need diapers for much longer.”

Mike knew better.

The tinny tune of the old LCD wristwatch hidden under Mike’s pillow went off at 5 AM. He quickly silenced it, pulled his knees partly up and willed his achingly full bladder to let go. After a few moments, he felt the first trinkle of pee running down over his balls, into his ass crack and then being absorbed by the thick diaper. Flexing his pelvic muscles allowed his bladder to release completely and a loud prolonged hissing accompanied the torrent of pee flooding the diaper.

Mike felt an intense pleasure during the release, and when his bladder was empty, he rubbed his now rampant dick through the thick squishy diaper until he added a large amount of semen to the pee. He fell back asleep almost instantly.

While masturbating to ejaculation was a recent thing, he had otherwise been following this routine for a long time. The diapers had started years ago – they came about in horrific circumstances: His alcoholic mother neglected him, and her binge drinking resulted in her untimely death when Mike was only 8 and home alone with her while his father was on a business trip. The father came home to a traumatised child and a very dead wife. He resolutely called his trusted secretary who had been secretly in love with him for years, and she moved in the very night, taking care of both the father and the scared little boy – lovingly putting him in diapers since he had reverted to bed-wetting due to the trauma.

She assured him that it was only temporary and that he would grow out of needing them soon enough. She was right in as much as he started having dry nights after about a year, and when he’d had 4 dry nights in a row, she promised him that another 3 and he could stop wearing them. But at that stage, Mike had come to love being diapered by his new mommy and the diapers made him feel safe, so he didn’t want to stop. Much to his stepmother’s surprise, Mike was wet rather than dry for 2 of the next 3 nights, and she had to keep on diapering him. Mike was elated, and secretly his mother – who had never had babies of her own – liked to baby him, ensuring him frequently that he would ‘grow out of it’, but not minding at all that he seemingly never did.

She had no idea that he wet deliberately. Mike had no intention of telling her.

At 7 AM, Mike’s mother came to wake him up. As she had come to expect, his diaper was full to max capacity – and she also noticed the copious semen, wondering if her boy was having wet dreams. She lovingly washed and dried him and rubbed cream all over his crotch. The inevitable erection was handled in the usual fashion, resulting in a very happy boy who then dressed himself, ate the breakfast she had prepared for him and rushed to catch the school bus.

Things were the same for the next few weeks – the last of the school year, except for two momentous events: Mike’s father had to go on a prolonged business trip essentially lasting the whole summer, and to parts of the world where bringing a wife and child was not a safe option. “It will just be you and me baby”, Mike’s mother whispered in his ear. Mike didn’t mind – he rarely saw his father anyway.