Alyssa has a full-length mirror on the wall next to the closet in the room. She waddled over to it and examined her reflection. She seemed to be very pleased with what she saw, and she smoothly ran her hands along the front of her diapers. As she did this, she smiled in contentment.
But no matter how satisfied Alyssa appeared to be, her son was even more mesmerized by her appearance. It was still hard enough to believe that he had just been diapered by his mother; let alone that she had asked him to diaper her in return. However, despite his shock and astonishment, Fred found that he was not appalled by Alyssa's appearance.
He watched his mother as she admired her reflection. Alyssa was a 40-year old mother of three, but she had the face of a 30-year old, the body of a 25-year old, and a figure that nobody would have imagined belonged to a woman who had given birth. Fred had always believed his mother to be a beautiful woman. His friends always made comments about how attractive she was (but never anything derogatory). He had seen Alyssa in a bikini and her underwear on occasion. Whenever that happened, he could not deny that his mother was a wonder to look at.
However, now she was wearing nothing but thick soft white cloth diapers. For some reason Fred could not fathom, he thought Alyssa looked far more appealing in diapers than anything else she had ever worn. In a way, it made her look... desirable to him.
When she was done admiring herself, Alyssa turned to her son and told him sweetly "Thank you, again, Freddy. Doesn't Mommy look good in her diapees?"
Fred slowly nodded his head and muttered "Yeah... yes, she does. You look... a-amazing, Mom."
Alyssa smiled, waddled over to her son and hugged him. He happily returned the hug. In the midst of this, Alyssa slid her hand down his back and patted her son on his diapered bottom. Fred enjoyed the feeling, so he decided to return the favor. He glided his hand across his mother's back and let it rest on her diaper. He lightly patted her padded bottom and she sighed happily.
When they came apart, they remained smiling at each other in silence. Then Fred saw the need to address something. He said "Uh, Mom; I was wondering something."
"What is it, sweetie?" she queried.
"Well, uh; I find it unlikely that you just happened to have these large diapers on hand," Fred remarked, "And I don't think you'd try them out just to make me feel less awkward. So I'd like to ask you something."
"Of course," she affirmed.
Fred looked away for a few seconds, and then he asked "Do... do... do you have a diaper fetish, too?"
Alyssa grinned even wider at this, and she nodded her head, saying "Yes, honey; I do. I've had it ever since I was a child. Your father had the same fetish, too."
Fred was surprised to hear that. "Really? Dad liked to wear diapers?"
Alyssa nodded her head in confirmation and stated "Yes. In fact, that's one of the main reasons he and I fell in love. We met at a club for infantilists. Both of us showed up wearing just diapers and shirts. When I wet my diaper, he offered to change me. I happily accepted, and later on I gave him a diaper change. Along with my phone number. I never would have thought that would have led to twenty years of blissful marriage and three beautiful children."
Alyssa then sighed and looked away. Fred noticed she seemed sad, and he enquired in concern "Are you alright, Mom?"
"Yes," she assured him, "It's just... I miss your father. Very much."
"I know," he commented, "I miss him, too. If only he could be here with us."
"Then we'd all be able to wear diapers and have fun together," Alyssa conjectured. She turned back to her son, brightened up, and said "At least you're here to keep me company. I'm so glad to see you have the desire to wear diapers, too. You and I will have such a good time."
Fred was a little confused. "What do you mean?"
Alyssa did not answer straightaway. She just embraced her son again, closed her eyes, and kissed him on the lips affectionately.
How does Fred react?
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