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He stood outside the house of his girlfriend Sophies Mother, waiting at the door for somebody to
answer the knock and to let him in. After a short wait Mrs Johnson appeared, her face breaking into
a welcoming smile as she opened the door and leant forward to give him a peck on the cheek as he
walked in. He could smell her familiar perfume, and his heart fluttered as he squeezed past her. He was feeling rather nervous and was a little intrigued as he had been since receiving her call an hour ago, asking him to pop around to help her with something. He still called Sophies mother Mrs Johnson, and was still slightly in awe of her. She was a beautiful woman in her mid to late forties and she had kept her shapely figure, and that, in conjunction with her beautiful long dark hair, made her quite the most beautiful looking older woman David had ever met. She always wore silk Taffeta dresses that swirled around and rustled provocatively as she moved. She always seemed a little aloof but that just added to hm never feeling comfortable in her presence. She had made it clear on several occasions that she didn’t really approve of her lovely daughter going out with him and that in her mind he wasn’t worthy of her, and if he was being honest he still couldn’t quite believe that she was his girlfriend. It was easy to see where Sophie got her looks from, and both mother and daughter always looked lovely, both taking a pride in their appearance. David waited in the hallway as Mrs Johnson slipped past him and led the way to the sitting room of the large rambling house she owned on the edge of town. He followed her into the large high-ceilinged room, his eyes drawn to her swaying hips and shapely bottom as she walked over to the large sofa, her high heels clip clopping as she went. If she was aware of the effect she was having on him as he followed, then she didn’t show it. The swish of her dress and underskirts threatened to overcome him as he watched, mesmerized as she turned towards him, fixing him with her dark brown eyes. He had already looked nervously around the room taking in the array of little baby dresses hanging from the clothes rails and he had the same feeling of guilty excitement as he had the first time he had visited. Mrs Johnson worked from home and had quite a lucrative niche business making baby dresses for those people who were happy to pay handsomely for handmade clothes for their ‘darling little ones’, as she liked to call them. He always felt slightly ill at ease being surrounded by these tiny beautifully made creations as they had awoken feelings in him that he didn’t understand, much to his embarrassment he found himself excited by them. Despite trying not to, he’d found himself thinking about them more often lately. He finally dragged himself back from his thoughts as he realised that Mrs Johnson was speaking again. David, I asked you over as I was hoping that you could be a darling and help me with a little problem, she asked as she sat on the sofa and then patted the space next to her, indicating for him to sit with her. He walked nervously over to the sofa and then sat pensively next to her, perching on the edge of the seat. Of course, Mrs Johnson, anything, anything at all. He answered wondering what on earth it could be that she wanted from him. She turned to face him, her voice becoming softer and more gentle than normal. Well, firstly David, while I have you all to myself, I think that as you and Sophie are to be married soon, and I will become your mother-in-law, I thought it might be less formal if you stopped calling me Mrs Johnson don’t you David? She asked, tilting her head to one side and looking deep into his eyes, making him feel even more confused and slightly excited. He nodded dumbly and mumbled, of course Mrs Johnson, he stuttered, but what will I call you? he asked nervously. She gave him a maternal smile and patted his knee as she spoke, ‘well the same as Sophie does of course, she answered and when he looked blankly at her she smiled and said, you can call me Mummy. Do you think you could do that for me darling she asked, patting his knee once more. His head was spinning as he sat next to this beautiful woman who was soon to be his mother-in-law, and who he was now to call Mummy. His own mother had died when he was only a baby so he had never really had a real mother and the thought that he was to call this beautiful woman Mummy, sent him into a bit of a spin and filled him with a confusing mixture of emotions. Holding his hands in hers she could feel the little tremors running through his body and she realised how nervous and excited he was. She then went on, I must admit that the main question I want to ask you is a little delicate David. If I’m honest I’m a little embarrassed to even ask it as I feel I may be asking too much of you. But you seem to be such a wonderfully polite and helpful young man that I thought that if anyone could help it would be you. He looked eagerly at her, noticing her concern. Oh, you can ask me anything you want Mummy, I’d happy to help with what ever it is, he answered. Her face broke into a smile as she heard her call her Mummy for the first time and she felt a little tremor of excitement run through him which confirmed what she had suspected. Oh David, I knew that if anybody would help me it would be you, you’re such a darling boy, and Sophie always tells me how eager you are to please her. She and I are so lucky to have found you. He felt his face flush in a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as she gave his hands a little squeeze. She then moved closer to him, lowering her face to be close to his, before speaking again, this time in hushed tones. I received a strange request a month ago from a lady who asked if I could help her with a problem she and her husband were having and, I hope that this doesn’t shock you David, because it did me initially, but she wanted me to make one of my little baby dresses. Not for a little baby, but for her husband! He could now feel the warmth of her body as she moved closer to him and was conscious of the fact that she was still holding his hands tightly in hers, he looked up and whispered, a baby dress for him? Yes, for him David. Initially I thought it was strange but then I thought, well, if that’s the way they have chosen to live then why not? You see, she explained that they couldn’t have children and that she had taken to being increasingly maternal with him as she so, so wanted a baby to love and care for and that she realised that he enjoyed being babied by her. One thing had led to another, and they had realised that they were both far happier with him being her baby, albeit a rather older and larger one than normal, and for her to be his Mummy. Apparently, they now have an adult nursery complete with an adult sized cot, highchair and even a play pen. They have baby clothes they have purchased over the internet, but she wants to have something lovely and frilly and really babyish for him to wear for when he has his coming out party next month. He sat looking at her his mouth dry and his excitement mounting as he tried to imagine the life these people were leading. Wh, whats a coming out party Mummy, he asked nervously. She shuffled even closer so that he could now feel her warm breath on his face as she continued. The dress is going to confirm that he is now to become her little baby girl, and she is having some of her friends round to witness it and watch him playing with his dollies in the playpen. I cant begin to imagine what that’s going to be like can you David, she asked teasingly. He felt his face go even redder at the thought of this and although he knew it was wrong of him, he couldn’t help but feel a little excited and even envious. He shook his head trying to get rid of the idea and the image of him being mothered by Mrs Johnson who was now his Mummy to be. He looked into her face as she smiled at him. You see David, I’ve completed the dress now and its upstairs in my dress making room. Would you like to come upstairs with me to see it? He looked into her beautiful face and saw her anxiety and worry in her eyes. Nodding his agreement, he stood and allowed her to lead him by the hand to the staircase. With a dry mouth and trembling hands and legs, he followed her up the stairs, his eyes fixed on her shapely legs and backside as she wiggled her way up in front of him, her skirts rustling provocatively as she moved. He was painfully aware of the stiffness inside his trousers and prayed she didn’t notice. He dearly loved Sophie but was finding the attentions of her mother almost impossible to resist. He had never seen inside her work room, and he waited as she unlocked the door and pushed it open indicating for him to step inside. There, hanging from a pink silken hanger was the dress. It was an oversized version of the one he had always thought was the nicest of her many design and he couldn’t contain the gasp of surprise and pleasure that escaped from his mouth when he saw it. Well David, what do you think? Do you think that my client will be happy with this, she asked as she held it up for him to get a better look. The dress swayed on the hanger as if it had a life of its own and he couldn’t help but be mesmerised by it as she held it against herself and spun around. It’s the same as the version I usually make but with a few additions that they requested, she said Indicating the small heart shaped silver padlock sewn into the neck. This ensures that only she can take his dress off and that he has to keep it on for as long as she demands, he will have no say in the matter. She said it was important that once she had him in the dress it would be her decision if and when it came off. The dress zips up from behind and then it’s attached to this thin chain that runs around the neck to be locked under his chin with the dainty padlock. She turned and smiled at him, she seems like a very resourceful woman don’t you think David? He nodded dumbly, his excitement growing as he watched as Mummy then picked up the baby knickers which rustled in her hands I’ve lined them with some crinkly plastic as she asked, so that she can hear him when he walks or crawls around the house, she smiled, a nice little touch don’t you think? He was pretty well lost as a mixture of excitement and confusion overcame him and he could hardly bring himself to speak. She smiled once more. Anyway David, the big, big favour I want to ask you is. She stopped and looked into his crimson face, will you model them for me? You see, I need a final fitting to make sure everything is just so before I send it to her. He looked at the dress once more and before he could stop himself he found that he was nodding helplessly, he wanted to wear the dress, he needed to wear the dress he couldn’t wait to put it on, but no words would come….. She leant forward and took his face in her hands and then kissed his forehead and she smiled at him. Oh thank you, thank you David you darling boy. I hardly dared ask you but I have seen the way you look at my little dresses when you come around and was just hoping that you might be brave enough to agree. As she spoke she began to undo the buttons of his shirt and he watched mesmerised as it fell to the floor. Her hands then dropped to his trousers which she unclipped expertly before slipping them down to his knees before he had time to make any kind of move to stop her. His underpants quickly followed and before he had a chance to say anything he found that he was standing naked before her as she continued speaking. I can see that you’re as excited as me to have the chance to wear this lovely dress David she said giggling girlishly as she looked down to see his little cock sticking up stiffly for her to see. She grinned seeing him wrestle with his excitement and shame and then leant in towards him and whispered, It’s alright David, Sophie need never know, It can be our little secret before stepping back and becoming more businesslike. Of course, if I’m going to test the baby knickers then I’m going to have to put you in a nappy, but I have the feeling that you wont mind that will you darling, she asked. He looked up into her beautiful face and croaked, No mummy. She smiled sweetly at him as he obediently lay back on the table where she had laid a rubber sheet, painfully aware that his small erection was standing proudly out for her to see. The feel of the cool rubber under him only added to his mounting excitement and a small whimper escaped from his lips. She gave a girlish little giggle as she spread a towelling nappy onto the table and told him to raise his bottom so she could slide it in place. It looks like I need not have worried doesn’t it David, it looks like you are enjoying being put in a nappy by Mummy she teased as he turned his face away, too embarrassed to look her in the eye as she pulled the nappy tightly around him, being careful to trap his stiff little baby cock inside the folds before carefully pinning the nappy closed. There, that’s better isn’t it babykins, she teased, taking up the the crinkly baby knickers and shaking them open. He heard them crackling as she shook them out and another small moan of anticipation escaped from his lips. Grinning down at him she threaded the legs over his ankles, There, there David, don’t worry Mummy will soon have you in your pretty baby knickers, she teased. Poor David can’t wait to be wearing the pretty baby knickers can you darling and Mummy can’t wait to see you in them with the pretty dress. He was now completely overwhelmed and unable to speak or stop what was happening to him and as Mummy slid the knickers up his legs, to her delight all she could hear were his little whimpers of excitement and anguish as she did so. Oh you’re going to be such a cutie for Mummy aren’t you she said as the knickers were finally pulled into place over his nappy. Now David, Mummy needs you to sit up while I put you into your dress she said helping the now almost helpless young man to sit up before dropping the short dress over his head and letting it drop down to just around his belly button. She was pleased to see that as planned it only reach the waistband of his baby knickers, ensuring that they would be permanently in view for everyone to see. Now David I need you to lay face down over my lap so I can zip you in darling, do you think you can do that for Mummy, she asked. Without a word he slid from the table and laid himself face down over Mummy’s lap and both heard and felt the dress being zipped tightly until he was firmly held inside the beautiful creation. She kept him lying there enjoying listening to yet more pitiful sobs of helplessness and excitement escape from his mouth. Well David I think its time to lock you into the dress don’t you darling she asked and let out a little laugh of delight as she heard him sob, Yes Mummy, in reply. She helped him turn over and to kneel at her feet and saw the look of excitement and anguish etched into his poor confused face as she leant forward and took the chain in her hands and then pulled them tightly and then, fixing her with her eyes, slipped the padlock on and clicked it shut. There we are David, time for your mittens and booties I think don’t you? He nodded and looked around as she took the satin booties and mittens from the work table and told him to lay down and put his feet in her lap one by one while she slipped them over his feet and tied them at each ankle. Laying helplessly on his back looking up into her beautiful face as she looked down at him was all too much for him as yet another gasp of pleasure escaped from his mouth. She smiled down at him and said, Awww, does baby David like wearing his pretty dress and knickers for Mummy then, she giggled as she took his right hand and then pulled a rigid mitten over his fingers and tied it at the wrist. He looked at the mitten an realised that now it was on he wouldn’t be able to flex his hand or move his fingers and his feeling of helplessness increased further, a feeling that he was beginning to realise that he enjoyed. He knew then that he wanted to be helpless for Mummy and he sighed contentedly as Mummy pulled the second mitten over his other hand and tied it at the wrist. Once she had him in the booties and mittens Mummy took the big pink satin baby bonnet from the cupboard and pulled it over his head, tying the wide ribbons into a huge bow under his chin. There we are David she said, grinning into his bonnet framed red face. Who’s mummies great big helpless baby darling she teased. He couldn’t look her in the eye as she giggled and then looked down at his baby knickers and where the way that, despite the tightness of his nappy, they were tented outwards and laughed once more. Well, it looks like Mummy needn’t have worried need she David, it looks like someone loves wearing his pretty dress and baby knickers doesn’t it? I think that you’re going to be a very happy little baby for Mummy aren’t you David? Something told him he should be stopping her, telling her that he was a man, not a little baby girl, but she was so lovely and his dress was so pretty and he felt so, so helpless that he just nodded and said yes Mummy as she laughed delightedly as she picked up her phone and, to his horror, began taking pictures of him from every angle. No, no Mummy you can’t do that please, no, he pleaded, his voice breaking into a desperate sob. Don’t be silly babykins she said, her previous good mood suddenly gone in a ln instant. I need to show my client what the dress looks like now it’s done and besides I want to put some of these on my website, it’s going to add another string to my bow business wise, she snapped. But please Mummy, please, he begged. People will see me. He was desperate now and really frightened. She glared at him as she shook her head and spoke slowly and threateningly. Do you know why there is a padlock on the dress but not the knickers David? She asked. He was thrown by this question and shook his head. No mummy, he answered It’s so I can have easy access for when I need to either change your nappy or for when you are being naughty and need a good spanking David, and if you keep on with your whining you’ll be over my lap in a jiffy. He stopped moaning and tried to reason with her. It’s just that, well, you could show them to anyone couldn’t you, mummy. Mummy just smiled and said, Of course I can David so you had better be a good little baby for me or I may even show them to Sophie. I doubt she’ll want to marry a man who enjoys being a baby girl for her mother do you? He was really frightened now, she wouldn’t do that would she, not to her own daughter? Smiling at him she said, so, are you going to be a good lickle baby girl for Mummy or do I have to give you a spanking? He swallowed and then, in a small nervous voice answered. I’ll be a good baby for you Mummy as the words caught in his throat. Promise? She asked Promise Mummy he croaked as she reached out and took him by the hand. Good boy, now come and sit with Mummy darling she said as she sat back on the small sofa and waited while he sat next to her, she could see tears in his eyes and knew it wouldn’t take much to set them off. Just think David, this could be wonderful for us both, you obviously like being dressed as a baby girl and it’s obvious that you don’t find me unattractive, she smiled nodding down to the bulge in his baby pants and I’d love to baby a man like you. Nobody needs to know. It will be our little secret David, what do you think. Will you be Mummies big baby girl David? He thought about what she was saying for a moment then looked up into her lovely face and said, yes Mummy I will. She leant forward and let her hand drop to the inside of his thigh and felt the tremour of excitement run through his body as he let out another whimper of helplessness. Do you think you be a good little boy for me David, she asked as she gently stroked his thigh, her fingers working there way to the grilled leg of the baby knickers. Without realising what he was doing, he sank back against her body and half croaked, half sobbed his reply. Oh yes Mummy I’ll be a good boy Mummy I promise. She smiled as she pulled him gently to her and wrapped him in her arms. Yes, I know you will David. Mummy will help you to learn. She let her hand slip down and slide inside his knickers and she finally found his stiff little penis. She smiled to herself a a little sob of pleasure escaped from mouth as she held it gently in her hand and began to toy with him as he squirmed and moaned against her. That’s it babykins, she cooed as he finally came inside his nappy. ***
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