This is how I like to watch my Mommy!
The Rules of the Game
I sit in the corner, strapped into my high chair, wearing nothing but a thick, padded diaper.
Mommy—my wife—smiles at me, her fingers running through my hair like I’m a toddler.
“You’re going to be a good boy and watch, aren’t you?” she coos.
I nod, my pulse hammering.
Because he’s here.
The Arrival of the Real Man
The doorbell rings, and Mommy’s face lights up. She doesn’t even glance at me as she opens the door.
“Hey, King,” she purrs.
Tyrone—6’4″, built like a damn linebacker—steps inside, his eyes flicking to me for half a second before he smirks.
“Aww, baby got his diaper on?” he laughs, patting my head like I’m a dog.
Mommy giggles. “He’s such a good boy. Aren’t you, sweetie?”
I whimper.
That’s all I’m allowed to do.
The Show Begins
Mommy doesn’t waste time.
She drops to her knees right there in the living room, her fingers working Tyrone’s belt.
“You missed me?” she asks, looking up at him with those big, fake-innocent eyes.
“You know I did,” he growls.
And then—
Oh God.
The sounds. The smells. The way Mommy whimpers when he grabs her hair, how she moans his name instead of mine.
I squirm in my chair, my diaper growing damp.
Not from pee.
From shame.
The Best Part
Tyrone picks Mommy up like she weighs nothing, carrying her to the couch.
“You wanna watch, little man?” he grins, glancing at me.
Mommy giggles, spreading her legs. “Of course he does. That’s all he’s good for.”
And then—
Slap.
Tyrone’s hand lands on Mommy’s ass, hard, and she squeals.
“You like that, baby?” he asks.
“Mmm, yes,” Mommy moans.
My face burns. My stomach twists.
I’ve never been this hard in my life.
The Aftermath
When they’re done, Mommy stretches like a satisfied cat.
Tyrone zips up, smirking at me. “Clean-up duty, diaper boy.”
Mommy nods. “Go on, sweetie. Be useful.”
I crawl forward on my knees, my face hot, my diaper squelching with every movement.
Tyrone laughs. “Damn, bro. You really are pathetic.”
Mommy just smiles.
“I know.”
The Truth
This is what I live for.
The humiliation.
The *helplessness. I love it with all my heart!
