"We should probably go get the mail," Alyssa proposed, "I'm expecting some important letters to arrive today."
"Okay, Mom," Fred agreed, "Let me just slip on a shirt and some pants, and I'll be ready..."
Fred was about to leave this bedroom and head to his own room, but before he was halfway to the door, his mother stopped him and said "No. Let's go ahead and go like this."
Fred was deeply surprised by this suggestion. He muttered nervously "But, Mom... we're not wearing anything but cloth diapers."
"I noticed," Alyssa replied a little sarcastically, "Don't worry, Fred. It'll be fine. It's still really early in the morning. Nobody should be out on the streets at this hour. Besides, don't you think it would be kind of... exciting to go out like this?"
Fred spent a moment thinking about this idea. Although he was very glad that he could be open with his mother about his love for diapers and that she shared the same fetish, he was somewhat skeptical about going outside with his diapers visible. He wasn't quite ready for other people to learn about his unusual interests. However, his mother did raise a fine point. It was still the early morning. The Sun had hardly even risen yet. It was logical to assume that most of their neighbors were still asleep, just waking up, or having breakfast.
Ultimately, he looked up at his mother and told her "Alright, then. If you insist, I suppose I can risk it."
Alyssa smiled, kissed her son on the cheek, and stated "Trust me; you won't regret this, honey."
The sexy mother took Fred's hand in hers and led him out of the room. For Fred, walking around took some getting used to. The thick mass between his legs was quite comfortable, but very spacious, as it kept his legs apart. His mother laughed as he waddled alongside her. She was diapered just as thickly as he was, and she waddled as well, but her waddle was not as pronounced as his. Mostly because she was used to walking in them.
As they walked hand-in-hand, Fred couldn’t help watching his mother's diapered bottom and her breasts as the swayed and bounced a little. She had the body of a goddess. A diapered goddess, at that. Which in Fred's mind was the best type of goddess.
Soon they reached the front door of the house. Alyssa unlocked it, and then she and Fred headed outside. Fred felt the cool morning air against his bare skin.
As they stepped out into the open, he still could not believe this was happening. He and his mother were totally naked except for some thick, soft, white cloth diapers. They did not even have any socks or slippers on. Interestingly, Alyssa had more exposed than her son, yet she was far less nervous than he was. Fred had to admire his mother's bravery.
Fortunately, she was correct. There was nobody out in the streets. They were in the clear for the moment.
They quickly made their way to the mailbox. Fred stood on the edge of the sidewalk as Alyssa opened the lid and removed a small pile of mail. Fred thought they were just going to grab the mail and go back inside. But instead, his mother chose to sort the mail whilst standing at the box. She certainly took her sweet time with them.
While Alyssa looked through the mail, Fred anxiously gazed around the street, looking for the slightest sign of movement everywhere.
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