Meet the Parents - Chapter 2

“What about your Step-Dad?” Phil asked as he attempted to fix and reapply his lipstick. It had gotten a bit smeared when Jan was grinding on his face earlier. “Will he be at dinner?”

“Oh, he’ll be there…” Jan said curtly. There was dripping disdain in her voice at the mention of him.

“I take it the two of you don’t get along?” Phil pressed tentatively.

Jan shook her head and rolled her eyes, sighing and searching for the words. “We…he’s…well, you’ll see.” she said cryptically, but made no more mention of the matter. Phil decided not to question any further.

Jan scooched onto the bench next to him so they could both look in the vanity and fix their make-up. Jan’s was always a bit more toned down than his. Where she used more nude and neutral tones, Phil’s were always bright and flamboyant. They eyed each other playfully, and Jan seemed happy to change the subject. After putting a light coat of gloss on her lips and powdering her nose, she stood up and began fixing Phil’s pigtails.

“Your sisters seem nice…” Phil tried, attempting to break the silence, “and your Mother too!”

They exchanged glances through the mirror, then burst into laughter simultaneously.

“They really aren’t so bad once you get to know them,” Jan shrugged as she brushed out the ends of Phil’s hair. “They can just come on a little strong and be a little…stuck in their ways.”

“I understand, and I don’t fault them for it.” Phil conceded, “That’s pretty much how I’d expect a family of dommes to be.”

The conversation died down again as Jan stood Phil up and fixed his disheveled outfit.

“Maybe I shouldn’t wear it…” Phil said when Jan started checking his diaper. “It seems to be the main thing they’re harping on us about.”

“Nonsense!” Jan exclaimed, standing up so her and Phil met eye to eye again. “They do not have a say in what goes on in our relationship. You love your diapers, I love them too. You love me, and I love you. Nothing they say or do will get in the way of that.”

Phil smiled warmly as she readjusted one of the tapes. He was so happy to have finally found someone who accepted him for who he was, even if her family didn’t quite feel the same.

“Besides…” Jan continued as she stood back to admire her work, “who could deny how fucking adorable you are??”

She took Phil by the hand and kissed him on the cheek. “Ready for nom noms, little one?”

Phil nodded his head innocently the way he did when slipping into subspace.

“Alright,” Jan said, trying to keep the anxiety from her voice. “Let’s do this!”

******

By the time they made their way down the stairs and into the dining room, Jan’s younger sister Cindy was already seated. The table was arranged with what Phil assumed to be their finest china.  Candles were already lit beneath the beautiful chandelier and everything polished to its most brilliant shine.

Cindy gave Phil and Jan a bemused look as they each took their seats across from her. If she knew anything about what the two of them were doing earlier in their room, she didn’t say it. But she didn’t have much time to do so before Marcia came fumbling down the stairs.

“Two little shits tried to ghost me today” she said exasperatedly as she sat down and took a few gulps of water.

“So what’d you do?” Cindy beckoned.

Marcia’s eyes went wide behind her glass, like she couldn’t believe she asked. “Well I already have one of their credit cards on file, so I bought myself a nice pair of earrings from Tiffany’s. The other is a new sub, but I still have plenty of pictures of him in a dress, sucking some stranger’s dick that I’m sure his wife will never see coming.”

“Are you gonna send them to her?”

“Already did.” Marcia said, “We’ll see if she emails me back or just ups and leaves him. Either way, I don’t care. Not my problem anymore. That’ll teach the fucker not to cross me.”

Cindy laughed wickedly while Jan and Phil sipped their waters awkwardly.

There was a pleasant aroma wafting from the kitchen. Phil assumed it must have been Jan’s mother Carol in there working diligently. Instead, she came out of the door from her master bedroom. So it wasn’t her that was cooking in the kitchen.

“Hello all” Carol announced eloquently as she glided through the empty den and into the dining room.

There was a clatter from the kitchen, a scrambling of feet, and soon a very flustered looking woman was coming into the room. Grabbing the back of the chair Carol was about to sit in and pulling it out for her just in the nick of time.

“Sorry Mistress Carol, there you are, dear!” the woman said. She struck Phil as a younger looking Mrs. Doubtfire. She let Carol stand in front of the chair before gently pressing the seat in and allowing her to sit down gracefully.

The maid, nanny, or whatever she was, quickly bowed before returning to the kitchen.

Carol looked up from the head of the table to admire the scene. “Well don’t you all look lovely!” she said, raising her glass and beaming radiantly.

As they began making small talk and munching on freshly made bread, Phil wriggled a bit uncomfortably in his diaper, still wet and sticky from he and Jan’s previous encounter. The maid came out and began serving wine, taking each of their glasses and pouring them elegantly. Phil glanced around and noticed for the first time that all of the chairs were occupied.

After Cindy finished explaining some new spanking implement she was putting on her Christmas list and how it was different from the ones she already had, Phil cleared his throat and spoke up for the first time: “Ehem…will…umm…your…step-father, be joining us?”

The maid tensed and dribbled a little of the wine she was pouring for Carol. It splattered down the glass and onto the white linen tablecloth.

“Oh my goodness! I’m s-so, I’m so sorry I–” the maid stammered, but before she could say any more Carol whipped her hand out like a viper and snatched the maid by the ear. Dragging her whimpering and whining into the master bedroom. The door slammed shut and the muffled pleas of the maid could be heard.

“Please miss! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to–AHH!! AHHH!!” several resounding thwacks could be heard over the deadened silence at the table. Cindy smirked and Marcia took another sip of water while Jan and Phil eyed each other. Phil more confused than anyone about the situation.

Soon the door to the bedroom opened and the maid came out with misty eyes and reddened cheeks on her face. With the way she was clutching the hem of her dress to the backside, Phil assumed her buttcheeks were also the same shade of red.

Carol strode in behind and sat down as if nothing were amiss, resetting her napkin on her lap. “So where were we?”

“Phil was just asking where our Step-daddy was,” Cindy smirked.

Carol was sipping her own water before carefully swallowing and smiling. “Well perhaps the two of them should meet!” She raised her hand high and gave a snap of her fingers.

Immediately the same maid bounced back into the room, looking exasperated. “Yes Mistress?”

“Alice, dear. We would like you to meet Jan’s…acquaintance…Phil.” Carol said as she tipped the glass in Phil’s direction.

“Boyfriend.” Jan corrected, to which the other girls scoffed.

Carol paid no attention, and neither did Alice. The maid simply curtseyed properly in front of Phil and squeaked “P-pleasure to meet you, Mister–uh–Miss?...Phil.”

“Nice to meet you…Alice” he replied.

It was an awkward exchange. Made even more awkward by the fact that neither of them really knew which type of pronouns to use, and neither could decide which of the two subs was more pathetic. The one in a maid outfit indistinguishable from a real woman that was serving the guests of the family he married into? Or the one at the table–-in a diaper.

Marcia broke the silence, “You can serve us dinner now, slave” she said, giving an impatient look.

“Yes, of course, Mistress!” Alice curtsied and scurried off into the other room.

She came back shortly after with a cart carrying five steaming plates. Alice carefully placed each plate in front of Carol first, then the rest, even Phil.

Phil’s mouth watered immediately. Herb roasted chicken, honey glazed carrots, and garlic mashed potatoes wafted into his face. It wasn’t often he got real meals, and when he did they were usually–

“Let me cut that up for you, baby,” Jan said, taking Phil’s plate and using her knife to cube the chicken into tiny, bite-sized morsels. “Can’t have the baby choking now, can we?”

While Jan patronized him in front of everyone, Alice was busy pouring white wine into everyone’s glasses. When she went to grab Phil’s glass, Jan stopped him. “None of that kind of grape juice for him, thanks” she said, reaching into the diaper bag next to her, pulling out a sippy cup, and removing the lid. “Can you fill this up with regular juice for him?”

Alice eyed Jan and Phil back and forth, slack-jawed. Jan glared down her brow at her, a look Phil knew to take seriously, and apparently Alice did too, taking the cup with a curtsey and heading back into the kitchen.

Cindy and Marcia watched with upturned noses as Jan took out a big bib, clasped it around Phil’s neck, grabbed his fork, and used it to pick up a cube of chicken and bring it to his mouth.

Marcia was the first to clear her throat, “So do you have a…real boyfriend, Jan?”

Jan’s fork clanked against her plate as she cut a baby carrot into even smaller bites for Phil before stabbing it with the prongs aggressively. “What do you mean? Phil is my boyfriend…”

Marcia rolled her eyes, “No I mean, a REAL man. You know…” she went on, “Someone to take care of your needs…”

“He does take care of my needs,” Jan retorted.

“No, not like that. I mean, I know you have this weird ‘maternal’ instinct or whatever. You always have, ever since you were playing with dolls. So I get it, if you want to play ‘mommy’ it’s…whatever. But I’m talking about your…sexual needs.”

Jan scoffed as she mushed some of the potatoes back into Phil’s mouth. He was trying to focus on eating instead of listening to the uncomfortable conversation, but he wasn’t great at multitasking. “Phil satisfies all of my ‘needs’, Marcia.”

Multiple forks clanked at that.

“You…you can’t be serious!” Marcia exclaimed, “PLEASE don’t tell me you’re fucking him, Jesus Christ!”

“Do not use that language in my house!!” their mother Carol barked.

When Jan flushed and failed to reply, Cindy stepped in, “I caught the two of them looking rather flustered in the room before dinner…”

Carol’s eyes went wide at that. “You did what?! What were the two of you doing?” she sneered at Jan and Phil.

“Nothing, Mother! And it’s none of your business, anyway! I’m a grown woman! I can choose what to do and not to do with my own boyfriend!”

But Carol was seething now, “This is exactly why I wanted his penis locked in chastity! He can’t be trusted, Jan! You know what men are like…” she glanced at Cindy, who looked at Alice.

Alice had returned with Phil’s juice, and looked rather uncomfortable with the whole conversation.

Phil cleared his throat, “What…erm…what happened?”

Alice was pouring Cindy’s wine now. Cindy’s lips cut into a line, like she was remembering something long ago that was being stirred up again. She sighed, smiled, and pushed back her chair. “‘Step-Daddy, or–as he wanted me to call him— ‘Daddy’” she said the words mockingly as she circled Alice, who was standing frozen and quivering like prey being hunted. “‘Daddy’ tried to get a little…frisky with me” she emphasized the word with a swift knee to Alice’s caged balls. Alice groaned as she took the shot. To her credit, she didn’t spill a single drop of the bottle of wine in her hand. But Cindy wasn’t done, “‘Daddy’ learned real quick not to mess with anyone in our family.” Another kick to the balls. “Didn’t you ‘Daddy’?!” Kick. Kick. Kick, until Alice keeled over onto the floor and Cindy was stomping on his testicles. She was doing it so hard Phil thought she might crack the hard plastic cage.

“Y-yes, Miss Cindy!!” came Alice’s pathetic high-pitched voice, “Yes!! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!!”

Cindy gave him two more kicks and spit on him before pulling back her chair, plopping back into it, sighing, and fixing her hair.

Alice also fixed her disheveled wig, silenced her whimpers, got back up, grabbed the bottle, and resumed pouring wine for Marcia.

Marcia continued the conversation as if nothing had occurred. “Just because something happened to Cindy doesn’t mean all men are like that, mom!” Jan was about to say the exact same thing, so she was a bit confused when it came from Marcia.

“Wait..” Jan paused, befuddled, “what do you mean?”

Marcia sighed, “I’m just saying, let me hook you up with a friend of mine. He’s 6’4, super built, dark skin and–” she mouthed the next words behind her hand so Carol couldn’t see: he’s got a VERY. Big. Cock!

“That is enough!” Carol smacked the table, causing the silverware to rattle and commanding the room into silence. Her throat rose and fell with a deep inhale as she closed her eyes and collected herself. “I’m sorry, Jan. But if Phil is going to be in this house uncaged, he will have to spend the night in the basement with Alice.”

“What?! That’s not fair!! Mom I’m twenty-eight years–” but Jan stopped as the smell hit her nose. She looked back at Phil, who was looking rather guilty. She sniffed again to be sure. “Sweetheart did you…” she whispered the last words as if the others wouldn’t be able to hear, “did you go…poo poo?”

Phil was looking beside himself. He had never gone #2 at such an inopportune time unless Jan had wanted to humiliate him. His plan was to use it as the only weapon he had to derail the conversation. Turns out it took them a bit longer to notice, and it was much more embarrassing than he’d anticipated.

“Ewww!” Cindy exclaimed.

“Gross!” Marcia dropped her fork on the plate of what was left of her food, obviously too disgusted to finish.

Phil was on the verge of tears, and probably would have started crying in shame right then and there if it wasn’t for Jan’s consoling hand on his back.

“It’s okay sweetie, it…happens. Come on!” She said, grabbing the diaper bag, “Let’s go get you changed!”

“I’ll do it,” Carol offered, obviously trying to make amends.

“It’s fine, I can do it.” Jan retorted.

“No, really dear, sit down”

“I said ‘I can do it’, Mom! I’m perfectly capable of changing my boyfriend’s diaper!!”

They both leered at each other across the table.

“Make Alice do it...” Cindy suggested.

Carol broke her fierce gaze and nodded at that, “Well I think that’s a great idea!”

Jan contemplated for a second. She didn’t mind changing Phil’s poopy diapers, in fact she sometimes enjoyed it. She had gotten used to the mess and the smell, but it’s still not something she was chomping at the bit to do. It also might help ease the tension in the room.

“Fine…” Jan sighed, holding the diaper bag up. Alice looked back and forth apprehensively at the table. Cindy gave him a stern look. Even though she wasn’t thrilled about the diaper stuff, she relished any opportunity to make Alice’s life miserable.

Alice gulped under Cindy’s threatening gaze and took the bag from Jan. “Uh…umm…over here, Ph-Phil…” she squeaked, reluctantly motioning to the floor in the living room, away from the table.

Phil’s diaper squelched as he pushed his chair back. It drooped down beneath his skirt when stood, waddling over to where Alice had indicated. Still in view of the women in the dining room, but far enough away to where they wouldn’t be bothered by the stench or the dirty details.

When they approached the spot and turned to each other, Alice clutched the bag anxiously, obviously not used to giving any sort of commands. Phil at least knew what to do, taking the tiny folded mat from the bag and laying it down on the floor before carefully clambering down onto it.

Alice gulped reluctantly and got down on his knees between Phil’s trembling legs. Phil had never gotten his diaper changed by anyone other than Jan, and he definitely didn’t think his future Father-in-Law would ever be one to do it. Both of them were not privy to the situation, but the prying eyes of the women in the other room told them they didn’t have much choice.

Alice exhaled exasperatedly, summoning the courage as she pushed Phil’s skirt up and unsnapped a tape on the diaper. Then another, and another, and one more so the wet, messy diaper was free of its bonds. Alice took a deep breath and turned her head away a bit as she pulled the front of the diaper open.

She coughed as the smell punched her in the face, using her other hand to plug her nose and cover her mouth to keep herself from gagging.

Phil felt a little bad. No one should have to clean up his filth. He even felt bad when Jan did it, even though she always insisted it’s “what Mommies do for their wittle babies”. But there was nothing he could do to make matters better for him or Alice, he just had to lay there and pray it would be over soon.

Alice grabbed several wipes and sighed, trying to psyche herself up. She tucked her hair behind her ear, wrinkled up her nose, and reached her painted nails out and used the wipe to clean as much as she could. It took a dozen more wipes to get Phil’s bottom clean. Alice had purposefully been avoiding Phil’s penis during the process. Not wanting to touch it directly and instead cleaning around it as best as possible. But there was no denying it needed a wipe down. She glanced over at Jan, who was watching intently, obviously a bit uncomfortable with the situation but allowing it to happen nonetheless. Jan must have known what was leading to Alice’s hesitancy, so she just gave a slight nod.

Now that Alice had the ‘okay’, she sighed again, then took the wipe over Phil’s flaccid penis. But it didn’t stay flaccid for long. Phil was able to get hard from only the slightest stimulation, to the point that by the time Alice was done taking a wipe to him, all four inches of Phil’s cock was standing straight up in the air.

Marcia had to stifle a giggle with the back of her hand to keep her from spitting out her food. She pulled out her phone and started videoing the whole scene.

“What are you doing?!” Jan asked vehemently.

Marcia cocked an eyebrow back at her younger sister, “What? I’m sure something weird and fucked up like this will sell like hotcakes!”

“No. I don’t want this on the internet.” Jan replied.

“Oh come onnn, Jan!” Marcia scoffed, “There’s MONEY to be made here! Plus, I can blur out your stupid boyfriend’s face, it’s fine, trust me!”

Jan was about to argue more when Cindy piped in “I don’t think you cleaned him well enough, Alice” she sneered, “Maybe you should wipe his pee pee again…”

Alice looked confused, thinking she did an adequate job of cleaning the area. But she didn’t want to disobey Cindy, so she wiped Phil’s balls and up the shaft with a quick swipe.

“Again.” Cindy ordered.

“B-but it’s clean, Mistress Cindy! Honest!”

“DO NOT TALK BACK TO ME!!” Cindy roared. “I said ‘AGAIN’! So you will keep wiping until I tell you to stop, do you understand me?!”

Alice cowered in fear and nodded like a scolded puppy, “Yes Miss Cindy!” she squeaked, and started taking the wipe and rubbing Phil’s private parts.

Jan watched in shock and horror as her boyfriend writhed on the floor under Alice’s hands. Jan looked over at her Mother for assistance, but Carol just smirked and shrugged, tipping back her wine glass and finishing her meal.

Phil was making cooing sounds now. It was a telltale sign that he was close to orgasm. “Alice Stop–” but before she could even get it all the way out, Phil was spasming on the floor. A shot of his spunk shot up in the air and landed on his dress. Luckily right where the bib had been placed.

Marcia closed the video while Cindy clapped. “Good girl, Alice!! You can stop wiping now…”

Alice and Phil both harrumphed as Alice took the dirty diaper, rolled it up, and taped it close.

“You can come sit back over here, sweetheart.” Jan said once powder and a fresh diaper were applied.

Alice made to come back too, carrying the dirty diaper. She was headed for the kitchen before Cindy stopped her.

“Not so fast, missy! Did you think I forgot about your little backtalk earlier?” Cindy scolded.

“N-no Miss!! I…I was j-just going to–”

“You were going to spend some time in timeout, I think!” Cindy corrected him. She motioned over to the corner of the dining room.

Alice’s lip quivered as she held the dirty diaper with both hands, not wanting to argue further, but instead simpering over to the area Cindy indicated and dropping to her knees.

“Put that diaper up against the wall,” Cindy commanded, “And hold it there with your face. Do not use your hands, and do NOT let it drop!”

Alice was practically sobbing as she took the stinky, folded diaper and placed it up against the wall. She sobbed even harder as she pressed her face into the brown tinted padding. Carefully taking her hands off of it and placing them behind her back, using all of her weight to press forward and keep the large diaper from falling. Marcia had her phone out again, filming the whole thing.

Cindy turned back around and smiled to the table as if nothing were amiss. “So…is there any dessert?”

“There’s Peach Cobbler in the oven that should be ready soon, Miss!” came Alice’s muffled groan against the diaper.

“Phil and I will get it!” Jan exclaimed before anyone else could say anything. She grabbed Phil’s hand and took him back into the kitchen.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! Are you okay??” she asked once they were through the threshold.

“I’m fine,” Phil said, adjusting the diaper that Alice had poorly administered.

“I had no idea they were going to do that! I swear!”

“It’s fine.”

“Are you sure? If you want we can go home..”

“No, it’s fine. Really. It wasn’t so bad. In fact…I kind of…”

“Liked it?!”

Phil smirked and flushed. “I mean…I wish it wasn’t from your Step-Dad, but if I were to see the video Marcia took on the internet I’d have…enjoyed it.”

Jan smacked his arm playfully, “You dirty little pervert!” she teased between laughs.

Phil smiled and shrugged, “What can I say? I’m a pathetic sissy…”

“You sure fucking are!” Jan chuckled as the tension from before evaporated. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the cheeks and lips several times. “So what are your thoughts on Mom’s proposed sleeping arrangements?”

Phil shrugged again nonchalantly, “I dunno. I’m not thrilled about it.”

Jan sighed as she pulled the cobbler from the oven, setting the dish on top to cool. “I don’t like it either. Who is she to tell me I can’t sleep with my boyfriend at my age??”

Phil could see she was getting worked up again, he rubbed his hand on the small of her back. “I think it’s for the best. Obviously I’d like to sleep next to you, but I also want to make a good impression on your Mom…”

Jan exhaled softly and nodded, “I guess you’re right.” she took a serving spoon and began portioning it out onto the dessert plates, “Plus I won’t have to listen to crinkling all night, and have to worry about you leaking in the bed!”

Phil smacked her ass playfully at the jibe. They laughed and kissed again.

******

By the time they came back into the dining room with the plates of dessert, Cindy was taking a cane to Alice’s already striated thighs. Alice must have dropped the diaper. She was now blubbering into it like a baby as she held her skirt up so Cindy could continue to paint thin red lines with the cane while Marcia filmed. Alice’s yelps were pitiful, but the welts on her thighs did look painful. Phil could tell Cindy was much harder on Alice than she had been when she took the cane to Phil earlier that day.

The cobbler was passed out and Jan and Phil both sat back down.

Carol eyed them suspiciously, like they just got down to business in the kitchen or something. “Need I remind you…” she announced while spooning her dessert, “that Phil will sleep downstairs tonight.”

Jan sighed, “Yes Mother. Thank you for telling me where me and my boyfriend can sleep even though we’re in our twenties.”

“Don’t catch an attitude with me, young lady!” Carol snapped viciously, “I don’t care how old you are. While the two of you are under MY roof you follow MY rules!”

Both Jan and Phil gulped. “Yes ma’am.” they said in unison.

“Good.” said Carol, pushing her empty bowl aside, and standing up. “Well it’s almost 8 o’clock. Should the…baby…be put to bed? I think I can handle it.”

“No!” Jan shouted louder than she meant to. She corrected herself and placed a hand on Phil’s, “I mean…yes. It is his bedtime. But…he needs a bath first!”

Carol looked at her quizzically “Then he can go take a bath…”

“No Mom,” Jan said firmly, “I have to be there with him. He’s a ‘baby’, remember? Babies can’t take baths on their own…”

“Well I hardly see why…”

“Just let them do their thing, Mom” Marcia interceded, to Jan’s surprise, “They’re not going to get pregnant in a bathroom…” Phil was thankful for Marcia sticking up for them, but then she added “Besides, did you see how small Phil’s dick is? I highly doubt they’re having much sex at all…and seeing by how short it lasted with Alice, I don’t think Jan can find much enjoyment that way, anway.”

Carol waved the notion away while Phil shrank in on himself. “Fine. Give the ‘baby’ a bath. But be quick. We don’t have a lot of hot water.”

******

Jan made sure to click the lock as soon as they got into the bathroom. She started pulling Phil’s dress off and diaper down frantically, doing the same with her pants.

“What are you doing?” Phil asked.

“Shhh!” Jan warned. She turned on the water to get it filling and to help drown out the noise. She sat down on the toilet and spread her legs. Phil could see she was already glistening, she smirked at him.

“I thought we weren’t going to do anything?” Phil asked with trepidation, “I don’t want to make a bad impression on your mother…”

Jan rolled her eyes, “Oh please, she doesn’t get to control all aspects of my life. Only I get to control aspects of yours. Now come on! Let’s go…”

She grabbed the back of Phil’s head, leading it between her legs. Any other time Phil would be eager to do it, but the wrath of his future Mother-In-Law poked in the back of his mind.

“What’s the matter?” Jan asked, sensing Phil’s hesitancy, “Is it weird being so close to a potty? I know you haven’t used one in forever, but there’s no reason to be afraid of it…”

Jan knew that teasing Phil in such a way would get him horny and block out all logical thought, and she was right. Phil started squirming and almost fiddling between his legs, but he knew better. Instead, he buried his face between Jan’s legs, and got to work.

Jan’s head arched back in ecstasy, she tried her best not to let loud, appreciative moans leave her lips. For all she knew, her mother had her ear pressed to the other side of the door at this very moment. But she tried to block that from her mind and focus on the pleasure she was getting from Phil. He had his chin resting on the toilet seat, and was going to town on her clit. It felt so good, Jan was having to bite her bottom lip to keep from groaning.

Before the bath had even finished filling, Phil had brought her to two consecutive orgasms.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up, sweetheart!” She said through panting breaths.

She took Phil’s hands and led him into the tub, swishing around the bubbles and putting in the rubber duckies and other toys while he sat down in the warm water.  Taking the loofa, she gently scrubbed his shoulders and his back while Phil began cooing and playing with the toys.

“You were a very good girl today” she told him.

“Thank you, Mommy” he said in his regressed baby voice.

“Doing everything my sisters told you…” she soaped his shaven chest, “saving me at dinner with your poopy diaper, and getting changed from Alice without fussing, you even got a treat from her!”

Phil blushed as he recalled the events, avoiding eye contact and playing with his toy boat.

Jan giggled at how sheepish he got, taking him by the chin so he looked in her eyes. “I’m very proud of you. I think you made a great first impression.'' She held his gaze so he knew she was being genuine. Then she tsk’d. “Looks like Alice missed a spot…” she chided, reaching between his legs.

Phil was a bit concerned at first, then figured out what she meant as she began taking the loofa to his private parts. “Yes…I’m very dirty down there still.”

“You sure are!!” she gasped and winked. Rubbing the loofa into him until he started making pathetic little humpies into it. He started moaning and whimpering. “Shhhhh” she told him, taking out a paci and putting it in his mouth. “Stay quiet baby! Mommy will take care of you…”

Phil focused on suckling behind the paci to keep himself muffled while Jan abandoned the loofa and started stroking him with her hand. “You’re Mommy’s good wittle baby aren’t you?” she whispered in his ear. Phil nodded vigorously while Jan used two fingers to make a ring for Phil to fuck and splash around in. She used her other hand to press a finger into his hiney. Phil gave a soft grunt, followed by groans of pleasure.

“You’re dirty back there too aren’t you?”

“Mhmm!” Phil cooed.

“You need to be cleaned back there don’t you?”

“YES Mommy!” he said it more enthusiastically than he meant to.

Jan was working her fingers on Phil’s front and back side. Alternating back and forth in a push/pull motion.

Jan knew it wouldn’t take much longer, she was waiting for his eyes to tell her he was close. He squinted and rolled them back and danced them from side to side, then he caught her eyes, and gave the look. The look that said “i’m gonna cum again, mommy”

She nodded her head, giving him permission. Phil’s eyes widened with glee. He started suckling harder on the paci. His breathing quickened. He squirmed as much as her two arms around him would allow. Then he stopped, convulsed, and grunted.

“That’s my good girl…” Jan said, “Now let’s get you cleaned up and into your jammies.”

******

Phil was put in a fresh diaper, a footed, pink onesie, and his mid-length hair was brushed down into its natural curls for the night.

Carol eyed them suspiciously as they came out of the bathroom, but didn’t say anything other than “I’ve made a bed for him downstairs…”

She walked them both down the steps and into the basement. Alice was busy cleaning up the kitchen, still sniffling from her previous experience. When they made it to the bottom of the stairs, Carol flicked on the lights.

Alice’s quarters could be seen in the corner of the room. It wasn’t much. A cot, a small vanity, dresser, and rack to hang clothes. But in the middle of the room was an antique looking crib.

“It’s what the girls used to sleep in when they were little.” Carol informed them. “I figured it would be perfect!”

Jan and Phil exchanged glances. They had always talked about getting him a crib at home. But it would have to be custom made and MUCH bigger than a regular baby’s crib in order for him to be comfortable. But they didn’t want to argue. Phil shrugged and said “Thank you Mrs. Carol!”

Carol smiled slightly, obviously hoping for a different reaction. But she shrugged nonetheless and opened the side rail for Phil to climb in. Giving him an old itchy blanket to snuggle with.

“Well…good night then.” Carol said without further ado.

Jan gave Phil a kiss on the forehead, and more sincerely said “Goodnight, little one! I love you!”

As Carol and Jan both ascended the stairs, Phil heard Carol say “And you, young lady. I need to have a word with you.”

To be Continued…