"My beautiful boy is so wonderful and all of his playthings are very fun. I can't wait to show you how much fun he can be, Brittany. But playtime comes later. For right now, he needs a good cleaning."
Mommy reached for the supplies underneath the table and began to set them into easier range to reach. The baby powder and wipes came first, followed closely by a bottle of lotion. You slowly pulled a wipe from the box, staring me in the eyes as you did so. The intention was clear; you were going to make sure that we both had a lot of fun.
Your long and slender hands came down onto my inner thighs and slowly pushed them further outwards, showing off my lower regions even more than they already were. Gently, the wipe made contact with my right thigh and began to glide along, picking up any mess it came into contact with. The soft wipe soothes the skin that my mess had accumulated on and leaves me feeling a little damp, but comfortable.
Your skilled hands move to wipe me along the other thigh, along where it meets the groin. I sigh and wiggle in pleasure. The hand glides along, leaving goosebumps.
Gradually, the thighs are cleaned and you move on towards my crotch and begin anew. The wipes made tender strokes from my waist to my penis, but always stopped at the base. Mommy's teasing fingers would slip, tapping and gently flicking my erection as they passed. Seemingly as quickly as they would contact, the fingers would leave. The intensity of every sensation was ecstasy.
Finally, a fresh wipe passed along my cock, wrapping firmly around the base and passing over the entire length. A cry of pleasure escaped my lips. It only became more pronounced as she ran the wipe twice, then three times over me. Then the tip was teased with a single finger, wiping around in slowly shrinking circles until it was completely wiped. I was feeling pressure building in me, but it stopped as you pulled the wipe away
My legs were being pushed upwards, towards my head. This would place my butt on display for them all to see and would be aiming my erection directly at my own face. Riley grabbed onto my heels and held my feet, holding my legs so that Mommy had an easier time cleaning me. I clenched my eyes shut, my embarrassment even more on display. With a gentle giggle from each of the girls, it was confirmed that I was dirtier than I was expecting.
The cold wipes returned. They wrapped around my bulging balls, hanging from my body delicately. Each finger gave a gentle squeeze as they were fondled and prodded and gently caressed until they were completely clean as well.
This time the wipes calming effect focused on my buttocks and I immediately tensed as I felt them just skirting the edge of my crack. The giggles increased and I heard you speaking to me again. "Now, sweetie, I know it makes you really nervous, but I need to clean you everywhere. Please, relax for me."
The words dripped like honey and I relaxed the best that I could, still feeling a small amount of nerves in my stomach. My clenching cheeks relaxed and I began to feel her wiping again.
She started this time around the edges, where my hip met my thigh, and had the same wiping as before, from the edge inward. I felt my skin tingling and the goosebumps returned. The smoothness and clean feeling slowly covering my lower body left me moaning again as I felt every ounce of your loving affection on me. The bliss wafted over me just as the wipe was scouring my entire body.
Soon, the only thing you had left to clean was the rectum. Gingerly, you grabbed my left cheek and pulled it open to better clean. The wipes returned and delicately grazed my anus before moving on. Each time the material was placed back into the cleft, you made sure to run it over the hole. I groaned and started breathing heavier with each pass, but to ended too soon.
Riley did not let go of my legs and I noticed mommy beginning to move plastic around. I heard some crinkling and then saw my soiled, balled up diaper being placed aside and into a small plastic bag next to us. The plastic crinkling continued and I knew the telltale signs of a new diaper being placed.
A squirting sound came next. The lotion that dripped onto Mommy's hand was cold, so she ran her fingers over it in order to make sure it was slightly warmer. She ran it between her hands and set to work. The first contact was the butt on display for her and she worked it all over. It felt like a deep massage and, though very relaxing, I could still feel my erection at full mast. Mommy and Riley then lowered me back downward and placed me onto a fresh diaper, aligning my butt to the material to ensure a proper fit.
The lotion came again and I mommy began to rub it into my thighs and crotch. Once again she traced along the inside, glided downwards to the shaft stretching outwards, and then left my body only to return and repeat at a slightly different angle. The stimulation was was increasingly satisfying and I was in a dreamy state of pleasure until the lotioned hands grabbed onto my scrotum and penis simultaneously. Every feeling was pleasure in that instance and I nearly orgasmed as the stroking and fondling began, but it ended too shortly and I felt groan of frustration escape my lips before I could stop it.
Then, the air was filled with the noise and smell of powder. It was only a small sprinkling to cover my front, but the gently skirting of soft particles tickling me slightly was another welcome and familiar comfort. I couldn't resist another moan as the plastic coating rose onto my throbbing phallus. The giggles turned into husky laughing and you joined in, relishing every slightest noise and wiggle. The tapes came up and I was diapered again.
Riley moved from off of my arms and I noticed the blood rushing back into the. I must have been underneath her for a very long time for them to have fallen asleep. I began to wiggle and move them in anyway I could to increase feeling, until I noticed your smile growing wider and heard you cooing at me in joy. You must have found this cute, so I grabbed you with my legs and wiggled my diapered butt into your legs.
"Awwwh!" The room filled with four voices simultaneously, each of which finding the wiggling and embrace of my legs to be appealing and I smiled back up, beaming in pride.
"Look at my precious little guy!" You spoke, cuddling me and pressing firmly on top of me with your wonderful weight. "Someone has earned their dessert tonight. Now, does baby need his baba?"
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