My Mom Still Changes My Diaper Novels & Stories

Who would have imagined that such a tiny life could possess such astonishing “destructive power” Thankfully, Alex’s mother had taught me a full set of infant care techniques. Within two days, I could manage everything with surprising competence. The only task that still made my scalp tingle was changing diapers. It was a true test of willpower. I was already looking forward to the day she could use the bathroom on her own.

I'm immediately on guard, wondering what has her so upset. Mari, however, stays calm. "Theo pooped mom! He pooped! And it stinks! You need to change him," she demands. "Why don't you change him?" she teases back. Myra crinkles up her little nose in disgust. "Ew, Mom. I don't know how to change a diaper." "Hmm. Maybe it's time you learned how," Mari suggests. "Mooom. Come on," Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion.

And with those, I won't have to get new sets of pads every single month. Father usually buys me, but whenever mom sees them, she'll shred them into a million pieces, asking me to make use of them like that. What other choice do I have? The other day I slept without using any pad, knowing it was going to be the first day of my flow, I woke up to my pretty soaked clothings, bed sheet and mattress. The tears raining down my eyes as I did a thorough cleaning on them with my bare hands, 'cause mom prevented me from making use of the washer, it still feels like yesterday.

When he returned, he didn't say anything but he did raise his eyebrows when he saw what Mom was wearing. After dinner, my sisters and I cleaned up quickly. Once again, we joined our parents for an hour or so of television. Hope reclaimed my lap for the first half hour, and when she got up to use the bathroom, Colleen slid back into my lap. Both of them were wearing shorts, and neither of them moved around as much as they had earlier. That was a relief. At the same time, though, I had to wonder if I was the only one who could see my mother's bare pussy the three times she shifted in the loveseat next to my dad.

"Oh, Bruce! Why are you doing that?" She hurried over, reaching for the baby. "Kyla, seriously, that's a woman's job." Bruce stepped aside. "My daughter isn't your job." Then he gave me a look and laid out the diaper smoothly. Zoey's hand froze in the air again. Right then, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen, and a weird blush spread across her face. "Kyla, one of my friends needs me. I should go." Bruce had just finished changing the diaper. He set the baby down and wiped his hands with a wet wipe. "I'll drive."

Kiara wailed, "Lovely! Don't forget to change her diaper. Or else she’ll start crying." After changing the diaper and putting Eveline to bed, I walked into the living room to see mom was sitting on one of the stools of the island, typing furiously on her laptop. "Hey, Mom." She lowered her glasses and smiled at me. "Hey, love. So, what's the deal with Kiara? Did you do something?" “Of course not, Mom. It's her time of the month." "Poor girl. What are you planning to do?" "Uh . . . order pizza?"

I sighed, “Thank you.” We all sat down and got comfortable while the stylists worked on our hair, two people at a time. When those two women were done, they would move to another station where the makeup artists would do their makeup while the next two women were getting their hair styled. We had all undressed and put robes on while we waited for our turns. I started getting hungry so I walked to the food table and grabbed a small plate of crackers with ham and cheddar cheese, then I got some celery sticks. These were all things that I felt wouldn’t stain or stick to my teeth. I grabbed a glass of tea and went back to my chair. Mom looked at my plate, “That looks really good.” I asked, “Do y

"I'm serious sweetie. You're beautiful both in and out and any man who eventually ends up with you will be the luckiest man in the world. If only you'd ditch the sweatpants and converse and actually put on a damn dress on once in a while." "Now who's swearing?" "I'm your mother, I'm allowed to cuss. Bottom line is sweetie I'm most definitely not going to be here forever and it would be comforting to know that you have someone there for you when I'm no longer around." My mom says with a sad look on her face. "I have Ang." "She's her own person Lin and she can't always be there for you, you know?" "Well enough of that you're still here and that's all that matters. Now" I say reaching down to g

I say, looking up at him with a mouth full of pancakes. "She's about to get mad. We've got another shitty diaper." he says. "Welp, you like to be have her all the time. I guess you have to change it." I say, chuckling as I swallow my food. "What? I always change the poop diapers!" he complains. "You always have her when she's shitty, that's why." I say, laughing at his facial expression. He groans and goes upstairs to change the baby, and when he comes back down, I'm almost finished eating breakfast.

She has always been kind, and she always helps me on the playground, especially with boys the likes of Connor Johnson. Daddy is at work, so I get the key to the front door under the doormat, and I let myself in. "Mommy, I'm home!" I call out. On the days that my mother just stares out the window, she even forgets to go to the bathroom, so I usually lead her there and make her take a shower. I don't mind taking care of her because on the days she doesn't stare out the window, she is the best.