2 comments/ 146151 views/ 34 favorites Three Diapers By: wizard_of_oz Chapter One: Diapers for Three Alan Bartholomew lay alone in bed listening for the sound he was longing to hear. Torturous minutes passed slowly until he heard the sound of his own front door closing. It was 7:30am and his daughter, Melissa had finally left for work. Nineteen-year-old Melissa Bartholomew had only recently returned to live with her father. Her parent's divorce had been a bitter, spiteful affair and her mother had taken out her vengeance on Alan by using Melissa as a weapon of convenience. It wasn't exactly an original idea. An ex-wife denying a father access to his only child was par for the course in the ugly world of divorce and child custody. And so it was that Melissa had completely disappeared from her father's life a few days before her tenth birthday. He had neither seen nor spoken to her in almost ten years until the fateful phone call three weeks earlier. Melissa and her mother were fighting. Badly, and often. And suddenly, it had gotten nasty. The unresolved bitterness in her mother's soul had eaten her from the inside out. The ugliness had finally reached the surface and created ugly scars and holes for all to see. She had flaunted her daughter's secret problem in her face once too often. Melissa had had enough and so took her meagre possessions and left. There was only one place for her to go - her father's. In truth, there were a few friends or even relatives who would have taken he in, even if grudgingly. But in the final breakup with her mother, she realised that she had allowed her father to be taken from her and had not even fought it. But now she was free and her decisions were her own – for good or for ill. It was shock that Alan had felt for a few seconds after answering the phone. The voice was not all that familiar but the word daddy was. Ten seconds of pleasantries passed before Alan was inviting, no begging, Melissa to return to the town she had known as a child. He no longer lived in the same house. The financial disaster called divorce had forced him to smaller accommodations. But there were three bedrooms, one of which was spare with an empty bed just waiting for a warm body to turn it into a place called home. Alan stepped out of bed and stripped off his pyjamas. Stark naked, he walked to Melissa's bedroom door and reverently opened it. He smelt it as soon as the door was opened. The smell of pee. His flaccid cock jerked slightly as his nostrils filled with the aroma that his bedwetting daughter had created; a smell that had enticed him every morning since she had returned. He glanced at the open bed and saw two small wet stains on the white cotton sheets. Her diaper overflowed! Wonderful! He stepped over to her bed and reverently placed his face just about the wet stains and inhaled deeply. His cock began to erect as he breathed in the heady aroma of her urine. But this was not the only reason he was in her room. There were other treasures to be found there. Alan went to the foot of her bed and opened the lid to her white plastic diaper pail. A broad smile erupted on his face as he beheld the treasure. He lifted the wet diaper, still inside the clear large plastic pants Melissa had worn over them and noted by the weight, that she had wet very heavily that night. He pulled the sodden diaper out of the plastic pants and excitedly laid it open on her bed. He refolded the diaper a tiny bit larger and then stared longingly at the centre of the sodden material. It was that portion of the diaper that had caressed her pussy for ten hours; that material that had first received her uncontrolled night wetting. Alan was almost jealous of the diaper. It spent all of its useful life up close to the part of his daughter that he had never even seen. He didn't count the two diaper changes he had been conned into when Melissa was not even one year old. His daughter's pussy now haunted him like a dream just beyond his reach. He carefully stepped up onto the bed and slowly lowered himself onto the wet diaper. As soon as his backside touched it, his cock went to full length and began to throb. He laid back, picked up two pins and expertly pinned his daughter's diaper onto himself. Grabbing a pair of his own plastic pants, he pulled them up his legs and quickly encased the diaper in their protective grasp. He was too big to fit safely into Melissa's pants; he had torn a pair the first morning after she had arrived. He was ecstatic as he sat in her urine loaded diaper. Then, with a big smile on his face, he released his bladder. Piss flooded into the already soaked material, totally filling it and forming a pool in the plastic pants. He leant over and picked up the pair of Melissa's worn panties from the top of her laundry basket and held the gusset to his nose and breathed deeply. His head swooned as the sweet, erotic smell of his daughter's pussy filled his nostrils. The aroma caused his pulse to quicken and his cock to harden. He turned and laid face down in his daughter's bed. The overfilled diaper leaked immediately and a flood of piss flowed out underneath him and onto the sheets below. The thick plastic protector saved the mattress but the bed itself was awash. With his face breathing deeply into the panties he began to slowly hump the sodden diaper. Alan Bartholomew gradually picked up speed as he fucked the wet diaper with long sensuous strokes. As the strong smell of his daughter's pussy aroused him even more, he visualised that it wasn't a diaper he was fucking; rather that it was Melissa's deep silky cunt he was stroking into. He could smell it, he could taste it. But he had never seen, never mind fucked, the pussy he lusted after so badly. It didn't take long. It never did. After a few minutes of enthusiastic thrusting, Alan's generous sized manhood erupted and splattered the inside of Melissa's diaper with copious squirts of his semen. Orgasmic pleasure rippled throughout his body from his head to his toes. Masturbation was never anywhere as near as powerful as it was when he made love to his daughter's diaper and panties. The pleasure was so powerful it overwhelmed him and he just lay there, immobile, waiting for the pleasure to evaporate, lest he move and diminish the magic. The first time he had performed this ritual – two days after she had arrived – Alan had immediately jumped up, taken the diaper off and sworn he would never repeat his disgusting act. But the next morning he repeated it. The drive was just too strong. The attraction was far too intense. The sexual desire for the diapers, the damp panties, and most of all, for Melissa's pussy, was just too strong to ignore. This morning, he laid there satisfied and happy for over ten minutes. In his mind he had just made love to his daughter in her own wet bed. It was the heady stuff of wishes and dreams. But he knew it would never actually be. He reluctantly stripped her bed and washed her sheets and diapers, just as he had offered to do the first night she had slept there. He said he just wanted her to feel welcome and accepted. He wanted her to know that he had no problems with her bedwetting and that he would take care of it for her. She never knew that every wet diaper was worn and masturbated into by her father in the mornings. If she had inspected her worn panties more closely she would have seen the dried semen in the crotch of almost every pair. Every afternoon, her father jerked his thick cock onto the gusset of her panties and watched as his cum soaked into the material. He knew it was as close as his cock would ever get to her pussy. His semen would never flood into her as he so often imagined. But compared to the solo sex of the last few years, it was still heaven for Alan and his fertile imagination. It could be worse. But it could also be so very much better. *** On the other side of the country, Alison Wanslea, 42 year old mother of two woke to the sounds of clattering in the kitchen. Her twin sixteen-year-old boys were making a breakfast of sorts before school. They were never discreet or quiet in anything they did. Breakfast was a high decibel affair Ignoring the din from down the hallway, Alison slipped her left hand inside the band of her pyjama bottoms and touched the top of her plastic pants. She already knew she was wet. Not that she was often dry. Ever since the difficult birth of the twins, Alison had struggled not to wet her bed. Eventually, it was a battle that was lost and a few years later she succumbed to the inevitable and returned to night diapers. At first, it was an abject humiliation to have to tape disposable diapers on in the bathroom and then walk shame-faced to the bedroom in the dark, where she would sleep as far away from her understanding husband as she could. He accepted the diapers but Alison did not. She felt less of a woman and more like a baby or an incontinent geriatric. A few months later, something very special and unexpected happened. Alison awoke that morning hot and horny and, as usual, soaking wet. Her husband had risen and was deeply involved in the minutiae of domestic life. Rather than remove the soaked diaper as she usually would, she squeezed her legs tightly together and felt the unusual sensation of the soaking disposable gently squeezing her clitoris. She quickly closed and unclosed her legs, feeling the caress of the garment on her most sensitive areas. She then grabbed the diaper between her legs and pulled it firmly against her body. Desire flooded through her body as she allowed the wet garment to stimulate her in ways she had expected. With her heart beating strongly, Alison knew that something new and exciting was happening to her. She didn't know what it was, but she did know that she liked it. Life had been feeling extraordinarily dull of late. It was routine, predictable and borderline boring. Whatever this was, it was exciting. She lay quietly on the bed for a few moments before her right hand reached underneath the band of her diaper, passed through the thick forest of dark pubic hair and found her clitoris. The moment she touched it, an electric thrill rushed throughout her body. Stunned by the experience, Alison quickly pulled her hand back out again like a young child who just discovered that parts of her body could bring pleasant sensations and thought it was somehow wrong. Alison loved sex but this was more somehow. A part of her body was being triggered that had not yet seen the light of day. She plunged her hand back under the waist band and her fingers sank easily into her vagina which was dripping wet with more than pee. The tight diaper constricted her hand movements but not so much that she couldn't rub her clitoris with her own juices. Pleasure radiated out in pulses, flowing along every nerve and fibre of her body. She was oblivious to anybody and anything as she thrashed around on the bed with her hand furiously inside the diaper. Her climax, when it hit her, was furious and violent. She screamed out loud and then collapsed, exhausted and panting, barely able to catch her breath. No climax, no intercourse had ever been as powerful or as exhilarating as what she had just experienced. The combination of her bedwetting, her diapers and her fingers had given her the best orgasm of her life. From that day on, she was a changed woman. It took a few weeks to become freely comfortable about changing into diapers in front of her husband but before long the guilt and shame about her bedwetting was gone. In its place was a secret desire; a longing for the private minutes each morning when she could launch herself into ecstasy and enjoy the stimulation and sensations that nothing else could bring. It brought a spring back into her step and smiles back to her face. It wasn't long before she experimented with wearing diapers during the day under loose fitting skirts. She found that the simple act of wearing them seemed to render her virtually incontinent – unable to control her pee. Or was it simply unwilling? Either way, she was wet. She was careful that no-one found out her secret desire. She continued to be the picture perfect wife, mother and carefully diapered bed partner. She moved to cloth diapers to reduce the expense as well as to avoid the explanations of excessive diaper use. It remained her secret for many years. Today, some thirteen years since she first donned a night diaper, Alison took her few precious moments and masturbated to a glorious orgasm just as she did most mornings. There was no scream this time; she had long since learned to expect the powerful feelings and emotions that would flood though her. She was in control. Alison got up, showered and performed her maternal domestic duties with her customary skill. At 8:15am the twins left for school, where they would waste yet another day of private school tuition fees in their half-hearted search for knowledge. Her husband had already put on suit and tie and shuffled off to his mundane, if very well paid, job in the city. She was alone. Five minutes later, her dry cloth diaper and milky white plastic pants were pinned tightly around her waist under her skirt and top, as she turned on her computer. I hope he's online this morning! I want to catch up on all the news! And I wonder what he thinks about my idea! (to be cont) Three Diapers Ch. 02 Alison waited patiently as her computer connected to her chat friend. DIAPERED_FREEDOM: Hi there! I'm so glad you're online. I feel I can't face the day unless I've shared with you something of my night. Alan looked at the screen and contemplated his reply. PANTIES_AND_DIAPERS: I'm glad you're here too. I just had an incredible morning. But tell me about yours first. DF: I was SO wet this morning. I took your advice and didn't go to the toilet before bed and this morning my diaper was so wet it was starting to leak! DAP: So was Melissa's! She got her bed wet from the overflow! DF: That's great! How wet were the sheets? DAP:Not very wet but the diaper was totally soaked! DF: Yum. Like mine was. I came so strong this morning! Best one in a few weeks. I was thinking of you when I orgasmed! Wishing you were there with me! DAP: I'm flattered! DF: But I'm guessing you weren't thinking of me when you were in Melissa's bed were you? DAP: er no!? DF: You put her wet diaper back on again? DAP: Yep, and then pissed it some more! It was such a turn-on. DF: Hard-on? DAP: You better believe it and her panties were even better today! Stronger smell! DF: Sounds like you were in heaven! DAP: I blew so hard into her diapers I nearly passed out. It was so good I can't believe I'm actually doing it! And telling you about it just makes it better! DF: Still fantasising about fucking her? DAP: Sigh. Every time I put her wet diaper on I do. And when I sniff her panties I nearly explode. DF: Do you think she knows you want her? DAP: Not a chance! I'm the perfect father around her. Never stare or do anything even remotely obvious. DF: Not even get an erection around her? DAP: Well a couple nights ago she came to kiss me goodnight and I saw the top of her diaper and plastic pants out the top of her Pyjamas. I was so horny just by seeing that! Nearly split my pants with my boner. DF: Did you let her know you were aroused? DAP: NO! DF: Why not? Why not let her know she is sexy? DAP: Because I don't want her to know I wear her diapers or even that I wear my own! I just don't think she'd like me if she found out. And she's only just come back into my life. I don't want to ruin that by exposing my feelings to her. DF: Do you still want to fuck her? DAP: Yes, you know I do. But it will never happen and we all know that. I've never even seen her pussy! DF: Maybe that can change? DAP: I doubt that very much. DF: Change of subject. Do you want to meet me? DAP: Meet you? DF: Yes, in real life. DAP: Real life? But... DF: I'm in your city unexpectedly in two days time for a few days. We know a lot about each other's diaper interests and maybe we could get together and see what happens? DAP: You want to meet ME? But you know so much about me... DF: You're afraid I'm angry about the way you feel about Melissa? DAP: Sort of. It's one thing to chat about it here all anonymous and like but in real life it's different. DF: Why? DAP: Because you're a mother and... DF: You don't think a woman can understand or approve of your feelings towards your daughter? DAP: Well, pretty much, yeah. DF: Don't be such an idiot! Even though you will probably never get inside her, you are allowed to hope and I'm allowed to understand. Got it? And one more thing. When we meet I will be wearing a diaper. So will you -- Melissa's! Okay? DAP: I've never worn hers out of her bedroom before. DF: And I've never met a man wearing his daughter's wet diapers before either. But I LOVE IT! Makes me wish my two terrors wet the bed still. DAP: So you're serious? DF: Completely * Alan eventually logged off from his chat, once they had made their plans and leant back in his chair and whistled. How did all this happen? I'm supposed to meet this woman who wears diapers FOR REAL, just like I do for fun, and probably have sex while wearing Melissa's wet diapers! The next two days were going to be hard for him to concentrate on his work. Between dreaming about Melissa's wet diapers and equally wet snatch, he now had Alison and her very real wet diapered pussy to probably deal with. It was a tough job... but somebody had to do it! Three Diapers Ch. 03 Chapter One: Alan Bartholomew lay alone in bed listening for the sound he was longing to hear. Torturous minutes passed slowly until he heard the sound of his own front door closing. It was 7:30am and his daughter, Melissa had finally left for work. Nineteen-year-old Melissa Bartholomew had only recently returned to live with her father. Her parent's divorce had been a bitter, spiteful affair and her mother had taken out her vengeance on Alan by using Melissa as a weapon of convenience. It wasn't exactly an original idea. An ex-wife denying a father access to his only child was par for the course in the ugly world of divorce and child custody. And so it was that Melissa had completely disappeared from her father's life a few days before her tenth birthday. He had neither seen nor spoken to her in almost ten years until the fateful phone call three weeks earlier. Melissa and her mother were fighting. Badly, and often. And suddenly, it had gotten nasty. The unresolved bitterness in her mother's soul had eaten her from the inside out. The ugliness had finally reached the surface and created ugly scars and holes for all to see. She had flaunted her daughter's secret problem in her face once too often. Melissa had had enough and so took her meagre possessions and left. There was only one place for her to go – her father's. In truth, there were a few friends or even relatives who would have taken he in, even if grudgingly. But in the final breakup with her mother, she realised that she had allowed her father to be taken from her and had not even fought it. But now she was free and her decisions were her own – for good or for ill. It was shock that Alan had felt for a few seconds after answering the phone. The voice was not all that familiar but the word daddy was. Ten seconds of pleasantries passed before Alan was inviting, no begging, Melissa to return to the town she had known as a child. He no longer lived in the same house. The financial disaster called divorce had forced him to smaller accommodations. But there were three bedrooms, one of which was spare with an empty bed just waiting for a warm body to turn it into a place called home. Alan stepped out of bed and stripped off his pyjamas. Stark naked, he walked to Melissa's bedroom door and reverently opened it. He smelt it as soon as the door was opened. The smell of pee. His flaccid cock jerked slightly as his nostrils filled with the aroma that his bedwetting daughter had created; a smell that had enticed him every morning since she had returned. He glanced at the open bed and saw two small wet stains on the white cotton sheets. Her diaper overflowed! Wonderful! He stepped over to her bed and reverently placed his face just about the wet stains and inhaled deeply. His cock began to erect as he breathed in the heady aroma of her urine. But this was not the only reason he was in her room. There were other treasures to be found there. Alan went to the foot of her bed and opened the lid to her white plastic diaper pail. A broad smile erupted on his face as he beheld the treasure. He lifted the wet diaper, still inside the clear large plastic pants Melissa had worn over them and noted by the weight, that she had wet very heavily that night. He pulled the sodden diaper out of the plastic pants and excitedly laid it open on her bed. He refolded the diaper a tiny bit larger and then stared longingly at the centre of the sodden material. It was that portion of the diaper that had caressed her pussy for ten hours; that material that had first received her uncontrolled night wetting. Alan was almost jealous of the diaper. It spent all of its useful life up close to the part of his daughter that he had never even seen. He didn't count the two diaper changes he had been conned into when Melissa was not even one year old. His daughter's pussy now haunted him like a dream just beyond his reach. He carefully stepped up onto the bed and slowly lowered himself onto the wet diaper. As soon as his backside touched it, his cock went to full length and began to throb. He laid back, picked up two pins and expertly pinned his daughter's diaper onto himself. Grabbing a pair of his own plastic pants, he pulled them up his legs and quickly encased the diaper in their protective grasp. He was too big to fit safely into Melissa's pants; he had torn a pair the first morning after she had arrived. He was ecstatic as he sat in her urine loaded diaper. Then, with a big smile on his face, he released his bladder. Piss flooded into the already soaked material, totally filling it and forming a pool in the plastic pants. He leant over and picked up the pair of Melissa's worn panties from the top of her laundry basket and held the gusset to his nose and breathed deeply. His head swooned as the sweet, erotic smell of his daughter's pussy filled his nostrils. The aroma caused his pulse to quicken and his cock to harden. He turned and laid face down in his daughter's bed. The overfilled diaper leaked immediately and a flood of piss flowed out underneath him and onto the sheets below. The thick plastic protector saved the mattress but the bed itself was awash. With his face breathing deeply into the panties he began to slowly hump the sodden diaper. Alan Bartholomew gradually picked up speed as he fucked the wet diaper with long sensuous strokes. As the strong smell of his daughter's pussy aroused him even more, he visualised that it wasn't a diaper he was fucking; rather that it was Melissa's deep silky cunt he was stroking into. He could smell it, he could taste it. But he had never seen, never mind fucked, the pussy he lusted after so badly. It didn't take long. It never did. After a few minutes of enthusiastic thrusting, Alan's generous sized manhood erupted and splattered the inside of Melissa's diaper with copious squirts of his semen. Orgasmic pleasure rippled throughout his body from his head to his toes. Masturbation was never anywhere as near as powerful as it was when he made love to his daughter's diaper and panties. The pleasure was so powerful it overwhelmed him and he just lay there, immobile, waiting for the pleasure to evaporate, lest he move and diminish the magic. The first time he had performed this ritual – two days after she had arrived – Alan had immediately jumped up, taken the diaper off and sworn he would never repeat his disgusting act. But the next morning he repeated it. The drive was just too strong. The attraction was far too intense. The sexual desire for the diapers, the damp panties, and most of all, for Melissa's pussy, was just too strong to ignore. This morning, he laid there satisfied and happy for over ten minutes. In his mind he had just made love to his daughter in her own wet bed. It was the heady stuff of wishes and dreams. But he knew it would never actually be. He reluctantly stripped her bed and washed her sheets and diapers, just as he had offered to do the first night she had slept there. He said he just wanted her to feel welcome and accepted. He wanted her to know that he had no problems with her bedwetting and that he would take care of it for her. She never knew that every wet diaper was worn and masturbated into by her father in the mornings. If she had inspected her worn panties more closely she would have seen the dried semen in the crotch of almost every pair. Every afternoon, her father jerked his thick cock onto the gusset of her panties and watched as his cum soaked into the material. He knew it was as close as his cock would ever get to her pussy. His semen would never flood into her as he so often imagined. But compared to the solo sex of the last few years, it was still heaven for Alan and his fertile imagination. It could be worse. But it could also be so very much better. On the other side of the country, Alison Wanslea, 42 year old mother of two woke to the sounds of clattering in the kitchen. Her twin sixteen-year-old boys were making a breakfast of sorts before school. They were never discreet or quiet in anything they did. Breakfast was a high decibel affair Ignoring the din from down the hallway, Alison slipped her left hand inside the band of her pyjama bottoms and touched the top of her plastic pants. She already knew she was wet. Not that she was often dry. Ever since the difficult birth of the twins, Alison had struggled not to wet her bed. Eventually, it was a battle that was lost and a few years later she succumbed to the inevitable and returned to night diapers. At first, it was an abject humiliation to have to tape disposable diapers on in the bathroom and then walk shame-faced to the bedroom in the dark, where she would sleep as far away from her understanding husband as she could. He accepted the diapers but Alison did not. She felt less of a woman and more like a baby or an incontinent geriatric. A few months later, something very special and unexpected happened. Alison awoke that morning hot and horny and, as usual, soaking wet. Her husband had risen and was deeply involved in the minutiae of domestic life. Rather than remove the soaked diaper as she usually would, she squeezed her legs tightly together and felt the unusual sensation of the soaking disposable gently squeezing her clitoris. She quickly closed and unclosed her legs, feeling the caress of the garment on her most sensitive areas. She then grabbed the diaper between her legs and pulled it firmly against her body. Desire flooded through her body as she allowed the wet garment to stimulate her in ways she had expected. With her heart beating strongly, Alison knew that something new and exciting was happening to her. She didn't know what it was, but she did know that she liked it. Life had been feeling extraordinarily dull of late. It was routine, predictable and borderline boring. Whatever this was, it was exciting. She lay quietly on the bed for a few moments before her right hand reached underneath the band of her diaper, passed through the thick forest of dark pubic hair and found her clitoris. The moment she touched it, an electric thrill rushed throughout her body. Stunned by the experience, Alison quickly pulled her hand back out again like a young child who just discovered that parts of her body could bring pleasant sensations and thought it was somehow wrong. Alison loved sex but this was more somehow. A part of her body was being triggered that had not yet seen the light of day. She plunged her hand back under the waist band and her fingers sank easily into her vagina which was dripping wet with more than pee. The tight diaper constricted her hand movements but not so much that she couldn't rub her clitoris with her own juices. Pleasure radiated out in pulses, flowing along every nerve and fibre of her body. She was oblivious to anybody and anything as she thrashed around on the bed with her hand furiously inside the diaper. Her climax, when it hit her, was furious and violent. She screamed out loud and then collapsed, exhausted and panting, barely able to catch her breath. No climax, no intercourse had ever been as powerful or as exhilarating as what she had just experienced. The combination of her bedwetting, her diapers and her fingers had given her the best orgasm of her life. From that day on, she was a changed woman. It took a few weeks to become freely comfortable about changing into diapers in front of her husband but before long the guilt and shame about her bedwetting was gone. In its place was a secret desire; a longing for the private minutes each morning when she could launch herself into ecstasy and enjoy the stimulation and sensations that nothing else could bring. It brought a spring back into her step and smiles back to her face. It wasn't long before she experimented with wearing diapers during the day under loose fitting skirts. She found that the simple act of wearing them seemed to render her virtually incontinent – unable to control her pee. Or was it simply unwilling? Either way, she was wet. She was careful that no-one found out her secret desire. She continued to be the picture perfect wife, mother and carefully diapered bed partner. She moved to cloth diapers to reduce the expense as well as to avoid the explanations of excessive diaper use. It remained her secret for many years. Today, some thirteen years since she first donned a night diaper, Alison took her few precious moments and masturbated to a glorious orgasm, just as she did most mornings. There was no scream this time; she had long since learned to expect the powerful feelings and emotions that would flood though her. She was in complete control. Alison got up, showered and performed her maternal domestic duties with her customary skill. At 8:15am the twins left for school, where they would waste yet another day of private school tuition fees in their half-hearted search for knowledge. Her husband had already put on suit and tie and shuffled off to his mundane, if very well paid, job in the city. She was finally alone. Five minutes later, her dry cloth diaper and milky white plastic pants were pinned tightly around her waist under her skirt and top, as she turned on her computer and logged on as DIAPERED_FREEDOM. I hope he's online this morning! I want to catch up on all the news! And I wonder what he thinks about my idea! Chapter Two: Alison waited patiently as her computer connected to her chat friend. DIAPERED_FREEDOM: Hi there! I'm so glad you're online. I feel I can't face the day unless I've shared with you something of my night. Alan looked at the screen and contemplated his reply. PANTIES_AND_DIAPERS: I'm glad you're here too. I just had an incredible morning. But tell me about yours first. DF: I was SO wet this morning. I took your advice and didn't go to the toilet before bed and this morning my diaper was so wet it was starting to leak! DAP: So was Melissa's! She got her bed wet from the overflow! DF: That's great! How wet were the sheets? DAP:Not very wet but the diaper was totally soaked! DF: Yum. Like mine was. I came so strong this morning! Best one in a few weeks. I was thinking of you when I orgasmed! Wishing you were there with me! DAP: I'm flattered! DF: But I'm guessing you weren't thinking of me when you were in Melissa's bed were you? DAP: er no! • DF: You put her wet diaper back on again? DAP: Yep, and then pissed it some more! It was such a turn-on. DF: Hard-on? DAP: You better believe it and her panties were even better today! Stronger smell! DF: Sounds like you were in heaven! DAP: I blew so hard into her diapers I nearly passed out. It was so good I can't believe I'm actually doing it! And telling you about it just makes it better! DF: Still fantasising about fucking her? DAP: Sigh. Every time I put her wet diaper on I do. And when I sniff her panties I nearly explode. DF: Do you think she knows you want her? DAP: Not a chance! I'm the perfect father around her. Never stare or do anything even remotely obvious. DF: Not even get an erection around her? DAP: Well a couple nights ago she came to kiss me goodnight and I saw the top of her diaper and plastic pants out the top of her Pyjamas. I was so horny just by seeing that! Nearly split my pants with my boner. DF: Did you let her know you were aroused? DAP: NO! DF: Why not? Why not let her know she is sexy? DAP: Because I don't want her to know I wear her diapers or even that I wear my own! I just don't think she'd like me if she found out. And she's only just come back into my life. I don't want to ruin that by exposing my feelings to her. DF: Do you still want to fuck her? DAP: Yes, you know I do. But it will never happen and we all know that. I've never even seen her pussy! DF: Maybe that can change? DAP: I doubt that very much. DF: Change of subject. Do you want to meet me? DAP: Meet you? DF: Yes, in real life. DAP: Real life? But... DF: I'm in your city unexpectedly in two days time for a few days. We know a lot about each other's diaper interests and maybe we could get together and see what happens? DAP: You want to meet ME? But you know so much about me... DF: You're afraid I'm angry about the way you feel about Melissa? DAP: Sort of. It's one thing to chat about it here all anonymous and like but in real life it's different. DF: Why? DAP: Because you're a mother and... DF: You don't think a woman can understand or approve of your feelings towards your daughter? DAP: Well, pretty much, yeah. DF: Don't be such an idiot! Even though you will probably never get inside her, you are allowed to hope and I'm allowed to understand. Got it? And one more thing. When we meet I will be wearing a diaper. So will you – Melissa's! Okay? DAP: I've never worn hers out of her bedroom before. DF: And I've never met a man wearing his daughter's wet diapers before either. But I LOVE IT! Makes me wish my two terrors wet the bed still. DAP: So you're serious? DF: Completely Alan eventually logged off from his chat, once they had made their plans and leant back in his chair and whistled. How did all this happen? I'm supposed to meet this woman who wears diapers FOR REAL, just like I do for fun, and probably have sex while wearing Melissa's wet diapers! The next two days were going to be hard for him to concentrate on his work. Between dreaming about Melissa's wet diapers and equally wet snatch, he now had Alison and her very real wet diapered pussy to probably deal with. It was a tough job... but somebody had to do it! Chapter Three: Alan cautiously stepped up to the hotel room and double checked the number. 1152. He had to make sure it was the right one. He knocked three times and waited, his heart pounding in fear and excitement. The door opened seconds later. "Hi, I'm Alan," he stammered, as his face reddened slightly. "Come on in," Alison replied, without a trace of nervousness. "I'm glad you made it!" Alan stepped into the compact room and immediately spotted the wet diaper sitting conspicuously on the bed. Alison noticed where his eyes had been drawn. "From last night, in case you are wondering." She sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to her, motioning Alan to come and sit down. "You're more handsome in real life!" she exclaimed. " You're gorgeous too," answered Alan, his eyes afraid to travel down to her jeans where he could tell from a slight bulge that her diaper lay. But his eyes did betray him just the same with a momentary glance. "Want to see it?" she asked, with a smile on her face. "I'm pretty wet!" Alison slowly unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. She then grabbed Alan's hand and placed it on the outside of her disposable diaper. "Feel how warm it is?" Alan nodded. "You must be quite wet! I can feel it." "It's your turn now. Are you wearing Melissa's wet ones?" "Yes. I've been wearing it for four hours now - ever since she left this morning. It'd the longest I've ever had one of hers on for" "So, I'm guessing it must be pretty wet by now then!" Alan stood in front of her and carefully took off his trousers, revealing Melissa's thick wet cloth diaper under clear plastic pants. "Wow!" she spluttered. "You really are wearing hers! " "You didn't believe me?" he enquired, with a frown on his face. "Oh, I believed you but I thought you might have been exaggerating!" Three Diapers Ch. 03 She reached over and gripped the thick bulge in the front of his diaper. "Someone's horny I see!" she grinned. "Is it me? Or is it Melissa you are aroused at?" Alan immediately reddened and looked away. "Hey, it's okay, Alan," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him back onto the bed again. "You don't have to be embarrassed with me, okay? We each have our secrets and our fantasies. Yours is Melissa – I understand that. But we are two adults here in private wearing some pretty wet diapers. Do you think we can do something about that?" Alison held Alan's face and pulled him to her. The kiss was electric. Two virtual strangers, known only to each other via internet chat, found each other's mouths and began to explore. By mutual agreement, neither of the two diaper-wearing adults had masturbated that morning and their bodies, accustomed to the regular release were tense and anxious – and highly aroused. It had been years since Alan last had intercourse but he hadn't forgotten how and where everything went. Alison pulled off her top and Alan unclasped her lacy black bra. "I'm not sure why I put that on this morning," she giggled, like a school girl. "I knew it would be coming off soon!" Alan relaxed as he stripped off the rest of his clothes and lay next to her on the bed. "I never thought I'd be in bed with woman in diapers," he whispered hoarsely. "This is like a dream come true." "I never thought I'd find a man in diapers to go to bed with either," she replied. "There's plenty of guys out there that wear them but most are pretty crass. You're different." "I hope you mean that in a good way!" "I definitely do!" she answered, as she slipped her hand inside the hot, soaking confines of Alan's diaper. "It seems like I have a very wet baby here!" Alison rolled her diapered lover onto his back and knelt between his legs. "Let's get those plastic pants off first shall we?" She gripped the clear plastic pants and pulled them down his legs and dropped them on the floor. The strong smell of urine filled the air. But Alison didn't mind. The smell was very familiar to her. His daughter's pee is in there too! She thought to herself. He really does love her! "Okay, big boy, Time to get this wet diaper off you now!" She unpinned the sodden material and slowly, almost reverently pulled it from beneath him and dropped it on the floor next to the bed. Alan's erection was now at full size. Seven inches of hard manhood now stood almost vertical and throbbing. She gripped his hard penis and gave it a little squeeze. "Does he want to play some?" she asked, teasingly. Alan simply nodded and before he could say anything to object, Alison leant over and her mouth engulfed his hard wet cock. The first taste was pee but a second later she was tasting pure cock as it throbbed in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down his erection, willing her mouth to take more, but a few inches was all she could manage. Alan closed his eyes, unable to focus on anything besides the extraordinary feeling of the soft, warm wet mouth making love to him. He knew he should be reciprocating somehow but it had been so long, so insanely long since he had had sex with someone that he felt a little lost. Alison however knew exactly what she wanted. After a few minutes of suckling on him, she stopped and straddled him wearing only her wet disposable diaper. Alan took the hint and ripped away the 4 tabs and let the heavy incontinence garment drop away. "Like what you see?" she asked, seductively. "Very much," Alan answered, as his hand softly stroked the damp hair above her vagina. "It's been a while..." Alison held his hand and gently pushed it down and felt his fingers slowly caress the outer lips of her pussy. She was very wet and very little of it was her pee. Her feminine lubrication was building in anticipation of the penetration that would soon follow. His fingers entered her and opened her up. Alison sighed out loud - a sigh of release. "It's been a while for me too, Alan," she said softly, as his hands performed the magic they had never forgotten in the ten years since they last played. "My husband is a ten-stroke man. Ten thrusts and then he cums and it's all over. He never brings me any pleasure..." "Shhh..." he interrupted. Alan gently laid Alison on the bed, and began to kiss her deeply while his fingers never left her vagina and clitoris; thrusting deeply and gently then rubbing until pleasure began to build. He moved his mouth down to her ample breasts; breasts that had fed her two boys and began to suckle at her like a child - like a baby. Alan had always loved breasts from the time he could walk. But it wasn't always sexual. He loved the comfort he derived from them as much as the arousal – probably more so. Alison felt herself go limp as he began to suckle her. It's like I'm breast-feeding again! She said to herself in utter surprise. Alan used his tongue just like he did when he drank from his mother. Just like he had during the few times his ex had let him nurse during Melissa's first year. He felt his nervousness and his fear melt away like the morning dew as he latched onto her breast and began to feed. There was no milk, but everything else was the same as a baby feeding from her. Alison was unable to move. She felt so powerless against the feelings she was experiencing all throughout her body. She felt pleasure begin to build inside and it almost reached the point of no return when Alan abruptly took his fingers out of her pussy, detached from her breast and rolled over. He held his dripping fingers up to his nose and inhaled deeply. "You smell wonderful ," he announced, eyes half open in desire. Alison rolled over to face him. "Do I smell as good as Melissa?" Alan was silent but Alison just smiled. "One day you will smell her just like that! But for now, how about you see how good I taste!" Alan scooted down to the end of the bed as she spread her legs wide. He could smell the pee but it only aroused him more. His tongue lapped at her clit and the electricity surged through her. Remembering how he had been taught all those many, many years earlier, Alan felt her begin to approach climax and withdrew his tongue and circled her clit and pussy. He pushed his tongue inside her pussy while she retreated from imminent orgasm. Alison felt frustration but before she had time to think, Alan pushed two fingers into her sopping pussy and started licking her once more at the same time. He found her spot quickly. She began to moan and move around and then, once again, Alan stopped and let her fall back from the point of cumming. In the few seconds that followed inserted one finger into her bottom and his thumb into her pussy. She was very surprised. That had never happened to her before but before she could articulate her shock, Alan's tongue began its magic once more. There was no stopping though – not this time. He felt her go past the point of no return and he attacked her clit with increased intensity licking faster and hard while his hand slowly inserted thumb and finger into her body. The orgasm, when it finally hit her, was like a tidal wave. Alison screamed uncontrollably and Alan had to hold on to her body to maintain contact. His tongue continued to lick her throughout the orgasm until she could stand it no longer. "Enough! Please!" she panted. "That was wonderful! I can't take any more!" She pulled Alan on top of her and grabbed his rigid shaft and held it at her entrance. Alan moved slowly forward and felt himself slide effortlessly into her body. It has been a long time. And she fit him like a glove. Looking her unblinkingly in the eye, he began to stroke slowly in and out of her pussy, revelling in the sensations of her still-tight canal as it pulsed around him. He didn't want to rush it. It might be a very long time before he would go into another woman and he wanted to remember it just as long. They kissed and cuddled and rolled over and then back again. But they didn't disengage. Alan continued to slowly fuck Alison with slow deliberate thrusts. The passion in the bed reignited Alison's sated desires and she moved her hand to her clit and felt the penis going in and out of her just below. She was surprised that she was so aroused still. For fifteen minutes they coupled gently with occasionally animalistic thrusts and grunts. But then came the time for the passion to be sealed. Alison was watching Alan's face for signs of his imminent release. Suddenly, he quickened his pace with strong, full depth thrusts. Alison saw the sign and began to furiously rub herself hoping not to be left behind. Alan howled in pleasure and relief as his balls emptied themselves powerfully into her waiting pussy. Alison was only a second behind. No-one spoke for several minutes as they recovered from the best sex either of them had had in a long time. It was Alison who finally broke the silence. "Melissa is going to love this," she said, gripping his sticky, shrinking cock. "She deserves someone as good as you!" Tears ran slowly down Alan's face. Three Diapers Ch. 04 Alan and Alison met once again that night. She would have to catch the early flight next morning and this was their last chance to have diaper play together. Alan was wearing his own diaper this time. Melissa's were already in the dryer. They wanted to make love again but not before Alison asked him to produce yet another 'treasure'. They had discussed this topic online several times before. Alan's penchant for sniffing Melissa's panties was well known to her and he was initially surprised by the way she had accepted it as normal. "Show me!" she said breathlessly. Alan pulled two pairs of Melissa's worn panties from his pocket and held them out to show her. To his surprise, she took one pair from him and held them up to her face. She quickly found the crotch panel and began to breathe the younger girl's erotic scent. Alan sat there open --mouthed. "Well, what are you waiting for big boy," she said. "Take a whiff of your daughter's panties. Show me how much you love her!" He didn't need another reminder. He clumsily pulled the worn knickers to his face and breathed in the aroma he now knew so well. Alison pulled the panties from her face and said, "She masturbated while she was wearing these." "How do you know that?" replied a startled Alan. "How can you tell?" "Here, take these and smell them." Alan did as he was asked. "Can you smell that tangy, strong smell?" He nodded. "It's not in every pair of panties is it?" He shook his head as he revelled in the heady aroma of his daughter's pussy. Alison sniffed the other pair of panties. "These panties are nowhere near as strong are they? You can smell her natural pussy smell but not that tangy strong aroma that comes from her really working her clit!" Alan was shocked by her words. She really knew panties. "How do you know so much?" he asked stupidly. "Coz I'm a woman, you twit!" She laughed gently, then hugged him and whispered in his ear. "And because I sniffed my sisters panties more times than you have sniffed Melissa's!" "You sniffed your sisters'?" he asked incredulously. "Yes I did, but why do you look so shocked? Do you think you are the only one who's ever loved the smell of pussy?" "No, I suppose not. But..." "But I'm a woman?" Alan nodded. "So what? I still love the smell of pussy -- especially Melissa's - and I'd love to taste the real thing!" Alan didn't know what to say. Alison smiled and grinned at him and whispered in his ear. "I'd love to finger Melissa's cunt. I'd love to go down on her and lick her pretty little pussy and suck her breasts." Alan's breath quickened and his cock, already aroused, began to pulse as he briefly imagined Alison making love to his daughter. Alison sat back on the bed and un-taped her lover's diaper and released his rampant erection. "It looks like someone likes that idea as well," she commented, with a grin on her face. Alan swallowed self-consciously as Alison continued. "Perhaps we should see if it could happen for real!" "What?" he spluttered as she worked her soft hands along his shaft. "What do you mean?" "You know exactly what I mean!" She undid her own wet diaper and laid down on the bed pulling Alan on top of her. His cock slid inside her effortlessly. "This cock belongs inside Melissa more than it does inside me," she stated as Alan slowly moved in and out of her sopping wet pussy. The panties had aroused her enormously -- just as they always did. Alison had not stopped sniffing panties since her teen years. It was now far less frequent than during those turbulent sex-frenzied years, but in the years since, she had managed to sniff friends, relatives, nieces and other occasional opportunities. When she'd met Alan online and discovered his love for the three things that fascinated her -- panties, diapers and incest -- she felt immediately attracted to him. There was no chance for a relationship but she couldn't pass up the chance to share openly for a change about her innermost secrets. "Your cock made her, Alan," she whispered into his ear, as their fucking increased in intensity. "And a girl as lovely as her should have the chance to try it out." Alan couldn't say a word as his mind played through the images he had frequently fantasised. He thrust deeply into Alison. They were strong, deep and harsh thrusts. He felt almost out of control as he stroked into her time and time again. For the second time that day, the two lovers screamed out their pleasure as orgasmic energy blasted throughout their bodies. They finally disengaged and laid together on the sweat stained sheets. "So, big boy, do you want to take Melissa's cherry and give her what you've just given me?" It wasn't a question framed in the heat of the moment. Sexual desire was sated. Animalistic passion had given way to relaxation and most of all, to rational thought. But it took Alan no time at all to answer the question that could forever change his life. "I do," was all he said. But in those two words hung such power that both of them knew something important had changed. "Then let's plan what we are going to do. I'm here to help you both." The next hour was spent talking through plans and ideas but also the concept of what they were entering into. Alison revealed her deepest secret -- one no-one on earth knew. Her own father had fingered her on several occasions after their mother had left them. It had not been assault -- he had started it, but she had willingly spread her legs to allow him better access to her. She hadn't been a virgin for several years at that time but could still recall the thrill of his first touch. Like so many teenage girls, she had lost her cherry to a two-minute wonder in the back of a car. It had been intensely disappointing to her. She knew her father would have done a much better job of her first time. Her father didn't ever enter her with his cock. Only his fingers ever played on her private area. It was one of her deep regrets. She hadnt' known how to say what she wanted. In truth, neither of them actually talked about it at all. It was just something that happened sometimes without plan and without words. Alison was quietly determined that Melissa should have the benefit of her father's penis. And this time she would talk about it. She would discuss it with him and let the words give the act an inevitability that silence so often covered over. And if she ever spoke with Melissa she would give him a personal recommendation. Melissa didn't know it yet, but that night had changed her future irrevocably. But not as any of them expected. Three Diapers Ch. 05 Alan walked nervously around his house waiting for Melissa to return home. He had planned what he was going to say a dozen times already but still the right words still eluded him. He had pleasured himself in her wet diapers twice that morning and one more time into her worn panties but still his erection betrayed him. Every time he thought of Melissa and what Alison and he had planned his cock twitched. His cock knew no fear but Alan knew it oh-so-well. There was just so much that could go wrong. Since he had made love to Alison he had thought almost constantly of entering his daughter; of making her a woman on the end of the cock that had begun her life. It was a passionate and furiously powerful feeling, one that would not fade. He recognised the emotion and it was more than lust. Melissa arrived home right on time but still the opening door caused Alan to jump. "Hi dad," she said, with an exhausted smile. She slumped into the chair opposite him and sighed deeply. "Hi hun," he answered, hoping that he sounded relaxed when every part of him was in deep turmoil. "Did you have a good day?" "Yeah kinda," she replied. "I was packing book shelves half the day and I'm tired and a bit smelly but it was ok." Alan took a breath and began to talk. "Melissa, you know how I deal with your bedwetting and so on?" "Yes..." she said, with a questioning look on her face. "Why? Is there a problem?" "Oh no honey, there's no problem -- none at all. It's just that I need to tell you something that's a bit embarrassing." Melissa got out of her chair and sat next to her father and cuddled up to him. "What's up daddy? You can tell me anything." "Well honey, it's this: you're not the only one in diapers in this house." Alan looked directly into her face as his daughter slowly answered. "You too, daddy?" He nodded at her. "I didn't know you wet the bed too? Mummy didn't tell me that." "I don't." The words hung in the air for a few torturously long seconds as Melissa processed her father's statement. "Oh, I see..." she replied softly. "Do you, Melissa?" "Of course, daddy! I'm not that silly! You like to wear diapers, right?" "Yes, I do. It's something I've always had to deal with." Melissa leant over and hugged Alan tightly. Tears welled in his eyes as he hugged her back. She is just perfect! I don't deserve a daughter like her! "I just had to tell you in case you found out. I've tried hard not to wear them since you came here but I'm finding it hard. Do you understand, honey?" Melissa extricated herself from the embrace and answered softly. "Of course I do, daddy! Did you stop wearing diapers just for me?" He nodded -- even though it wasn't really completely true. He hadn't been wearing HIS diapers much; rather he had been wearing her wet ones and making love to them. "That's so sweet! But you don't need to. I'm a big girl, daddy. I can handle it if you wear them. I won't think you're making fun of me." "I'd never make fun of you, little girl!" Alan spluttered. "I know you wouldn't. This has been the best time of my life being here with you again. Mum was always complaining about my bedwetting and making me feel like I was a baby. But you never said anything and when you said you'd do all my washing I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! I really appreciate it, daddy. A lot." Suddenly, Alan felt like a heel. He wasn't washing her things simply for her benefit but primarily for his. There was silence for a little while -- a good silence, filled with warmth and mutual understanding. "Daddy, are you in a diaper now?" Alan wasn't sure why he said what he did but was glad he did. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" Alan got up and stood in front of his daughter waiting for her to check. Melissa suddenly reached out and grabbed the front of his trousers. His erection had not gone down and was almost at full size as her soft hands felt him. She recoiled immediately, her face blushing bright red. "S...S...Sorry daddy," she stammered. "I thought you were in a diaper! I wouldn't have done that if I'd known..." Alan grabbed her hand and pulled it back just an inch away from his pulsing boner. "It's okay honey, It really is. I know it was a mistake." He pulled her out of the chair and embraced her. He knew that she could feel the heat from his erection through his pants but he didn't care. "Why don't you go and have your shower and if it's ok with you, I'd like to diaper up." Alan's head was spinning as he lay on his bed, pinning on the thick dry diaper. His cock resolutely refused to go down as he pulled the clear plastic pants up his legs. Then he made the fateful decision to walk out of his bedroom wearing only his diaper and his t-shirt. Alison and he had discussed this several times. He not only had to show her he wore diapers but he had to let her see the bulge that she gave him. His diapers had to be visible and his erection obvious. At first he had refused, fearing he would scare her but after their talk he realised that Melissa was far stronger than he had thought. And the way she grabbed my cock! I wish she had never let go! He set the table quietly waiting for his daughter to reappear. What if she freaks out seeing me like this? What if she runs back to her mother? He felt, rather than heard, her come back into the room. Melissa stood quietly, looking at her father in his bulky diaper and t-shirt. He turned slowly to face her. "It's okay, daddy..." she whispered, as she stepped forward to give him a hug. Alan felt Melissa's eyes check out his diaper. Just as planned, his cock was fully erect but still totally contained within the white towelling. That was the plan -- for now. They ate their meal together, discussing the day's events as if nothing had changed. Alan began to feel comfortable and his arousal level lowered -- much to his relief. Just as they were eating dessert his bladder suddenly began to empty itself. It took a few seconds for Alan to realise what was happening. It was a common situation for him. Whenever he wore a diaper the same thing always happened - his bladder control totally evaporated. It had been like that for many years now. As soon as he put on a diaper, his control over his peeing simply disappeared as if he had regressed to baby age. From early teens he had experimented with diapers, soon discovered the affect they had on him and he was quickly hooked. A side effect was occasional bedwetting which he managed to hide until he was married. Despite the frequency of flooded sheets being less that once a month his wife had belittled him constantly for it while he kept his love for diapers as complete secret. His now ex-wife had scorned him for his bedwetting and made frequent mention of how he had passed it down to little Melissa. She despised her daughter's bedwetting and as she grew older and the wetting just became heavier, she grew to despise Alan as well. Alan had struggled with his feelings about his daughter's bedwetting. He knew he should have tried to help her stop but secretly he had hoped she would never stop -- a wish that had so far been granted. As a child Melissa had a tendency to take her diapers off during the night while she was asleep. This led to heavily flooded sheets in the mornings. Alan was Melissa's shield from her mother's wrath. When Melissa left for school and his wife departed for her work he would clean up her mess but not before climbing up and into the sodden sheets and masturbating into them. Her diapers were far too small for him to wear, but he would lift them to his nose and inhale deeply the wondrous scent of her pee. By the time she started school he was already a confirmed panty sniffer. There was little in the way of pussy smell -- that had only begun to develop just before the divorce snatched her away from him -- but there was almost always a delicious pee smell. Melissa had a terrible time keeping her panties dry and while it concerned him, it also thrilled him. Alan felt his bladder slowly stop trickling as it emptied itself. It never failed to thrill him to experience incontinence when in a diaper. But he also remembered one night only days before Melissa was ripped away from him so viciously. It was the night of the terrible fight. It was in fact the final straw. His wife left the house and didn't return until the next day. When she returned she signalled her clear intentions to divorce him. But that night was a night of mystery and intrigue that even the disturbing scene of marital hatred that had preceded it couldn't erase. After his wife had slammed the door and left, Alan headed forlornly for bed. He was in no mood for television and an early night might enable him to think through all the things that had happened. It was not to be. As he sat in bed reading a novel that wasn't engaging him in the slightest, Melissa had walked unannounced into his bedroom. "Mummy's gone," she said softly. It wasn't a question. She was way too bright to be deluded by trite responses. "Yes, she has hun," he replied. "But we're ok, aren't we?" She nodded her head and as Alan looked on in astonishment, Melissa lifted up her nightie and pulled it up and over her head, leaving just her diaper on. "I need to be mummy tonight, daddy," she announced and to his horror and delight, his daughter slipped her diaper off and stood there proud and tall -- and totally naked. He'd seen her naked before of course, but not like this. She was openly displaying herself for him in a misguided show of love and affection. Before he could say a word, she slipped into the bed next to him, occupying the space normally taken by her now absent mother. He knew he should say something, after all he was also totally naked himself but he was rendered mute by the power of her audacious act. He decided to let her stay. The novel longer held any interest whatsoever so he turned off the light and rolled over to kiss her goodnight. As his lips touched hers she suddenly opened her mouth in a very un-daughterly way. In an automatic reflex, he opened his mouth as well and his tongue snaked into hers. He felt electricity surge through him as their tongues touched. Melissa had no idea whatsoever of how to French kiss but it didn't matter - Alan did. For several minutes they kissed before Alan finally released her and help her tight. What they had just done was not wise but he understood and deeply appreciated her feelings. They lay apart but still very much aware of each other's bodies. About ten minutes later, Alan's heart skipped a beat as he felt Melissa's hand touch his hip. He went rigid as her hand slowly crept across his body before making contact with his now very erect cock. She gripped it firmly although she clearly had no idea what to do next. Alan's rational mind took a temporary holiday as his lust took control. He took his right hand and placed it directly over Melissa's vulva, wanting to gauge her reaction. As soon as his hand touched her she spread her legs wide and Alan, knowing what the signal meant, slipped his fingers down around her vagina. What he found there both aroused and terrified him. She was wet -- girl wet. For a few glorious moments his fingers fondled her delightful vagina before his rational mind abruptly took over. He suddenly and very clearly understood what Melissa was offering him. In her own misguided way she wanted to make him happy by becoming his wife -- at least for the night. Ironically, it was her wetness that brought him back to reality. Her arousal only made his decision easier. She was offering him her virginity. But she didn't know exactly what she was offering him. He reluctantly withdrew his hand and removed hers from his pulsating cock and excused himself to go to the toilet. Three strokes later he blasted his cum into the bowl. He flushed the toilet wistfully, knowing that his cum could have been blasting into his daughter instead of the ceramic bowl. As he returned to his bed, Melissa was almost asleep thus confirming in his own mind the correctness of his decision. There would be later days to pursue a relationship -- except that there wasn't. A few days later his wife and Melissa disappeared from his life seemingly forever. He never regretted his decision and he placed that erotic memory into the deep recesses of his mind. When Melissa had accidentally grabbed his cock through his trousers however, all the images flooded back. Now was the time. Now was the time to go into his daughter like she offered so many years before. Three Diapers Ch. 06 Alan quickly logged on late that same night as DIAPERS_AND_PANTIES, hoping Alison would be there as she sometimes was. He was thrilled to see her that DIAPERED_FREEDOM was online. DF: So how did it go? Did you tell her? DAP: Yes! I did! But that's not all that happened! Alan briefly told her of the encounter of the accidental touch and the revelation of his diaper wearing. Then he recalled the incident in bed with her so many years before. DF: Why didn't you tell me this before? Were you ashamed of what happened? DAP: No, it wasn't that. I actually forgot! DF: You forgot? Don't give me that. I don't believe you! No-one is gonna forget something like that! DAP: It's true! The bitch left me a few days later and I never saw Melissa again. I never sought custody because she threatened to expose my diaper wearing -- and my panties. And my bras. I MADE myself forget it. It was too painful to remember. DF: You didn't tell me you wore bras too? DAP: Only when I'm alone and not even that much now. Even my panty wearing is more rare now. DF: Except for wearing Melissa's panties! DAP: Yeah, there is that! DF: I'm pleased she knows about your diapers. What was it like to wear them in front of her? DAP: A mixture of pleasure and terror. I wet myself during dinner and I didn't even know! DF: LOL That's funny. But I'm envious to be honest. I can't do half the things you can. Are you going to tell her about your panties and bras? We did mention the panties you know? DAP: One step at a time. Today the diapers, tomorrow the panties and the day after that who knows! DF: You sound pretty happy about things. DAP: Yeah I know. She took to the news about the diapers really well. Much better than I had a right to expect. DF: She probably already knew. DAP: She can't have. I'm very careful about that. DF: What about before the divorce? Would she have seen you diapered then? DAP: No -- at least I don't think so. I wasn't allowed to wear them to bed even with my bedwetting. DF: How heavy was it back then? DAP: About once a month but as the marriage got shittier so did the bedwetting. By the time she left I was wetting once a week or more. DF: Melissa would have known I'm sure. Women -- and girls -- know these things. DAP: I always stripped the bed quickly. I didn't want her to know. DF: And now you are in night diapers again and every night too. Lucky boy DAP: It certainly is relaxing. I just didn't want her to know, so I've avoided it. DF: What was it like when she grabbed your cock? DAP: It was just an accident, nothing more. DF: No it wasn't. She's a woman -- not a child. She knew exactly what she was doing, even if it was just subconsciously. DAP: You think it was deliberate? DF: No, not quite like that. But it was not purely accident either. DAP: What do you mean? DF: Men can be so dense sometimes! Alan, you have a very impressive cock and when it's erect it is truly wonderful. And you can't hide it very well either. Melissa is a woman and virgin or not, she can tell a great penis when she sees one. It's built into us! DAP: She didn't see it though! DF: She saw the bulge and she knows what's behind it! She's not stupid! DAP: I felt very comfortable being with her in my diapers. DF: I know. And she sounds like she is very comfortable with you too. I've got a question for you that you don't want to hear but I need to ask it. DAP: That sounds ominous. Ask away. DF: Are you in love with Melissa? Alan sat back from the keyboard and didn't answer for several minutes as he composed his thoughts and finally, his reply. DAP: Yes. DF: I've known that from the first time we talked about her. DAP: You have? I didn't even know then! DF: Men! The older you get, the SLOWER you get! You never talk of her in anything other than glowing terms. You talk about making LOVE not sex. When you told me about the time in bed when she was ten you let it slip that you wanted to LOVE her. DAP: It is so wrong though. DF: Is it? Is it really? DAP: Of course it is! DF: In most cases probably. But do you know why I haven't left my husband and come over to live with you? DAP: You want to do that? DF: Of course I do! We are great together! But I can never compete with Melissa in your eyes. I know that. Alan was silent as he attempted to comprehend the things his online friend and one-time lover was saying. DF: I'm open-minded enough to understand what is happening. I want to help you and hopefully have some fun too. A break from the grinding routine here will be good for me. But I know you love her. You love her dearly and more than you realise. DAP: Maybe, I don't know. DF: It doesn't matter at the moment. But you need to tell her about the panties. You need to be honest with her. DAP: But she might reject me. DF: She might, that's true but it's a risk you need to take. Do you know why? DAP: I know I should say yes... but you know me too well to lie. DF: Finally you are learning the truth about women! We know EVERYTHING LOL! The reason is simple. You aren't in lust with Melissa, you are in love. You don't want to fuck her; you want to make love to her. And to love her you need to be honest and for that reason you need to tell her you wear panties and probably bras too. DAP: I suppose so. DF: No suppose. You HAVE to! DAP: I will. And I will report everything to you when we talk next. Alan logged off and leant back in his chair as the astonishing developments of the day flooded through his mind. He had intended merely to announce his diapers to his daughter but instead, he found himself overwhelmed with an emotion he hadn't expected: love. Not that the lust wasn't still there -- it was. His evening diaper was soaking wet and he needed to change for night-time. Just before the land of dreams claimed him he had a sudden vision of Melissa standing before him as she had nearly ten years earlier -- naked, smiling and displaying her body for his enjoyment. But it wasn't the barely ten year old flat-chested girl of so long ago but the tall, lithe, developed body of nineteen-year old Melissa who visited him in that nearly-asleep moment. He smiled broadly as he drifted away. Three Diapers Ch. 07 "Morning, daddy!" bubbled Melissa to her father, as he wandered bleary-eyed into the kitchen the following morning. "Morning, Pumpkin," he answered automatically, before the reality of what was happening suddenly jolted him completely awake. He was standing in front of his daughter wearing only his diaper and tee-shirt and he was soaking wet. The diaper was hanging low under the weight of his heavy accidental bedwetting. It was Saturday morning and they had both slept in way past the usual awful 6am wakeup. But it wasn't his diaper he was looking at – it was Melissa's. With a Cheshire Cat-inspired smile firmly planted on her face, Melissa stood in front of her father with her hands on her hips. "If you can wear your diaper, then so can I!" Her grin was exotic. Alan knew his eyes should be somewhere other than staring at the equally soggy and low hanging diaper around his daughter's hips but he could scarcely take his eyes away from the sight. Like him, she was also clad simply in a tee-shirt and diaper. "But you don't need to wear them out of bed, so why..." Melissa put her arms around her father and whispered in his ear. "Actually, I'm not always dry when I'm awake either." Alan gently pushed her away and looked into her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me you were having problems?" His panty sniffing had told him her panties were often damp but he hadn't made the connection. Suddenly, it seemed crystal clear. "I didn't want you to think I was bad," she said, her eyes glistening with the beginnings of tears. "I'd just come back to you and it was bad enough I was still wetting the bed without that." "How bad is it, hun?" he asked with genuine concern. "Well, it's not as bad as it used to be but the mornings are the worst. It takes a few hours for my bladder to get really under control. I seem to go to the toilet ever thirty minutes until lunchtime." Melissa hung her head in shame. Alan lifted her chin up to face him and at that moment all he wanted to do was kiss her deeply; to kiss her as a man kisses his lover, but he didn't. In its place he spoke as fatherly to her as he could. "If there's anything, anything at all that you need you only have to ask me. Do you understand?" Melissa nodded. "That's why I decided to stay in diapers this morning so I don't have to worry about it this morning. Is that ok?" Is it ok? Are you kidding? You look so, so hot in those diapers! "It's fine, baby. No problem at all. I just want you to be happy. If you need to wear them at home then that's fine by me." "I just didn't want you to think I was making fun of you after what you said last night." "I know you wouldn't do that and it is fine to wear diapers whenever you feel you need to. And the same arrangement for washing. Just leave them all in the bucket and I will wash them." Alan's eyes betrayed him once more as they looked down towards his daughter's soggy diapers. Only this time he caught a glimpse of her pubic hair. The heavy towelling had drooped considerably and the clear plastic pants hid nothing. He spotted the top of her pubic hair line and his cock answered the call by rising tall and strong. Alan's eyes weren't the only indiscreet pair in the room. He only looked at her pubic hair line for a few seconds. It felt to him as if he was peering at the doorway to a sacred and secret place and he longed to see more. As he lifted his eyes they crossed with Melissa's which were staring at the same place on her father's diaper. His cock was in the process of fully erecting and in that process had peeked above the line of his diaper. Melissa could see the full head of his penis, red and ready. "I think I need to go change," Alan stammered and quickly turned around and returned to his bedroom. Melissa stood transfixed for several minutes standing in the kitchen while her father retreated to his room to quickly masturbate and change his diaper. Melissa sat on the dining chair and tried to make sense of what had happened. She was nineteen years old. By now, she should know all about sex; should have had at least one and probably two sexual partners and seen a variety of sexual situations, either for real or on the internet. It wasn't the case. Melissa was still a virgin and had not even come close to sex. Unlike Alan, Melissa had remembered every moment, every thought that had filled her mind during the attempted seduction of her father all those years earlier. He had acted honourably. She knew that now. But at the time, she felt she had failed him; felt she had been unable to meet his needs. In the years that followed, she admitted to herself that she hadn't understood why she felt the urge to take her mother's place in her father's bed but it didn't ease the feeling of failure or inadequacy. In his desire to do the right thing, Alan had inadvertently given his daughter a mild case of rejection and feelings of inadequacy. Despite her beauty, lovely personality and intelligence, Melissa had not gone on any dates or had a serious relationship. It was not simply her rejection and failure issues with her long-gone father than kept her separate from her peers. It was also her wetting. Melissa's incontinence had flared up badly after the divorce. The stress and strain of the separation and her feelings of rejection had turned her bedwetting into a day-time problem as well. At first, she was wet constantly, totally unable to control her bladder. Worse still, there were many soiling accidents. Compounded by a new house, a new school and a missing parent, Melissa struggled to be dry at any time of the day or night. Furious at the inconvenience of a wet child, her mother punished her until even she realised it wasn't deliberate. That was when the diapers came. Not the thick secure cloth diapers for night time that she had grown accustomed to every night, but rather the slim discreet disposable diapers that she would wear under her panties and school uniform each day. They were a godsend. Suddenly, there was life again. Melissa found friends, regained her smile and discovered life went on after divorce. Twice a day she would sneek off to the special room at the school that had her diapers and she would quickly change and move on to her next adventure in the playground before anyone knew she was even gone. It took two years before she was finally able to rid herself of daytime diapers. Her panties were still frequently damp but there were very few accidents. Even her mother was proud of her achievement. Night-time however, was a total loss. There was never a dry night or anything even approximating one. Her mother conveniently blamed Alan for it all and never hesitated to tell her daughter about it. He was the infrequent bedwetter that sired her daughter and he was obviously to blame for her incontinence. No-one really knew how it was for Melissa – not really. She had conquered day-time dryness but it was at a cost – vigilance. Most people know when their bladder wishes to empty and have to time to choose a suitable place. Not so for Melissa. Most people's bladders keep themself contained without conscious control. Again, not so for Melissa. Her dryness depended on her constantly looking for signs of a bladder about to give way without warning. It meant that the mornings – which were always the worst time – were always spent within sight of a toilet. She would pee several times in the morning before she felt the urge because if she felt the urge it was already too late. High school was spent without day diapers – just her routine to stay dry. It meant however, that dating and other social activities were limited because she never ever wanted to wet in front of others. Her confidence was fragile enough without a disaster like that. There was one date. Once. They were both fourteen years old and went to the movies. Naturally, the boy's mind was anywhere but the screen. His hand held hers but it soon wandered to her breasts. Barely big enough to fill her rather pointless bra, they were still a destination of great interest for her date. He slipped his hand inside her bra and touched what was probably his first ever female breast. Melissa was unprepared for the feelings that hit her. She felt a sense of excitement that had eluded her all her life but just as the feelings began, a familiar other feeling came about as well. Melissa felt her panties get wet with pee but it was not simplyt leakage. Her bladder had opened and wet her panties, her skirt and some of the seat. It wasn't much, but it was enough to send her scurrying from the theatre crying. She managed to dry herself off without her clueless date even knowing why he had been so forcefully rejected. Melissa had not been on a date since that time. In the privacy of her own room she had discovered sexual arousal and masturbation but in her case, every time she was aroused, her bladder would open automatically and soak her bed, diaper or whatever was underneath her. She quickly abandoned dating figuring she couldn't wear a diaper on a date. She was frustrated but had no idea how to deal with her situation. There was no-one to talk to; no-one to confide in who would understand. So she just didn't date or be in a situation where she could be aroused except in private. She had never seen a penis in real life. As a child she had caught a glimpse of her father's several times. All but one time it was flaccid but she still had the memory of his fully engorged throbbing penis at fell stretch burned into her brain. She had burst in on him one time in the toilet and seen him doing something she didn't understand. Around his ankles were a pair of pink panties. It never occurred to her at the time that that was strange or odd. She was totally fixated on the enormous penis in front of her. Now twelve years later, she had seen his penis again, fully erect – or at least the top of it. Moments after spotting the angry red head poke out from the top of his diaper her bladder had released itself and flowed into her already soaked diaper. Just like her father, Melissa retreated to her bedroom to strip off the sodden garment but not before her fingers found her favourite play area and she envisaged images of what could have been and what never would be. Unbeknown to either of them, the crescendo of their powerful orgasms occurred at the same time - in different rooms, in different bodies, but as intertwined as two could be while still physically apart. Three Diapers Ch. 08-09 Chapter Eight: Alison threw her arms around Alan as soon as he slammed the hotel door behind him. There were very few preliminaries. Both of them were hot and ready – and very, very wet. They tore off each other's clothing –including Alan's panties - until they stood hot and panting and facing each other wearing only their diapers. The sodden infantile garments were the only things between them and passionate sex. Alan pushed his lover onto the bed and pounced on her breasts, sucking furiously. His passion grew strongly and he felt small hands tug at his plastic pants and quickly pull them down. Those same hands fumbled with his two diaper pins and finally released them. The dripping cloth diaper fell away and Alan's hardness was revealed. Taking charge, Alison pushed him to the other side of the bed and quickly took his erect cock into her mouth and sucked deeply. Alan's head spun as her fabulous sucking action engulfed his penis. He was oblivious to all but the sensations filling his body. Alison ripped off her own drenched disposable diaper and in one quick movement straddled her lover and dropped down his onto his cock. His penis rode her canal all the way to the end and she sat, filled with throbbing cock. The sex was hard and fast. It was animalistic and drenched in passion. Only thirty minutes later Alan groaned loudly as his semen blasted deep into her pussy followed shortly by a squeal of delight as Alison rode her own skyrocket to pleasure. It rarely got any better than that – and they both knew it. "That was incredible," she huffed, still catching her breath. "You know you are spoiling me for home now, don't you?" "I didn't mean to..." "It's okay, big boy," she interrupted. "I know what I'm getting into. The sex is great and I hope once you find your place inside Melissa you will remember your poor sexless diapered friend once in awhile!" "You're really confident that will happen, aren't you!" Alison rolled over in bed and put her head on his sweaty chest. "After I meet her I'll let you know, but from what you've said so far, I think it is very, very likely." "I'll never forget you, you know that!" "Yeah, yeah! That's what they all say," she replied with a giggle. "Once you are up to your balls in your daughter, I doubt you'll remember I even existed!" She stepped out of bed and held up a short skirt. "I think I'll wear this tonight. What do you say?" "Looks fine to me." "Will just cover my diaper..." "You're wearing a diaper tonight? You can't. She'll –" "She'll what?" she interrupted. "She might see I'm in a diaper? Only if I bend over and so what if she does?" "She might suspect something!" "Only if you say the wrong thing, silly. Will you be wearing a diaper?" "No, I thought that might be a bit dumb since you're just a business colleague," he replied with a grin. "Good and do you know if she is going to wear one?" "I'm not sure actually. I know she's worn one to work today so she can relax more." Alison sat down next to him on the bed still stark naked and held his hand. "You're a good dad you know that? You've helped her find some confidence that she hasn't had for probably a long time. No matter what happens from here in, remember that. You are a good dad. But at the moment you are a smelly one! Hit the showers big boy and I'll come in and join you!" *** Alan's culinary skills were very limited but he did do a mean pepper steak with vegies. Melissa tried to help but her kitchen skills were even poorer and she was relegated to setting the table and peeling a few potatoes. Melissa spoke excitedly about her day at work. It was the same humdrum job but now that she had gone back to diapers she could actually get through it confidently. She told Alan repeatedly about how much better she felt and also how her mother had refused to let her use them during the day despite her difficulties. Alan's anger towards his ex-wife turned up another notch. It wasn't just about what she had done to him but also what she had done to their daughter. She had treated Melissa's disability as if it was her own personal cross to carry. Knowing her as he did, Alan suspected that she blamed Melissa for somehow demeaning her own life. I really hate that woman! Even as he thought those words he felt release flood over him and he gave a short involuntary smile. Life is going to be much better now! When Alison finally arrived, he introduced her to his daughter as a business colleague in town for a few days. Alan smirked privately when she spoke to Melissa about her family and how much she was missing them. To Alan, who knew the truth, it seemed like such torturous and obvious lies he almost cringed. But Alison, who knew the ways of women, laid out an explanation for her presence that was so perfect that Melissa never knew any different. She was no threat to her. She was not her father's secret lover, merely a business friend who was lonely and wanted a meal with someone else besides a hotel TV set. One thing kept Alan on his toes. Alison was diapered. It was a discreet disposable one but he knew that mere inches away from the bottom hem of her skirt lay a secret. She hadn't said as much but Alan knew that she somehow planned to reveal it to Melissa. He wasn't as concerned as he expected though. So far everything she had suggested had gone well and to plan – more or less. He didn't expect anything different tonight. For the first time in many years he trusted a woman – and with a secret that was terribly important and risky. He watched them keenly. It took only minutes for the two of them to connect. Separated by over twenty years in age they shared fashion interests, particularly shoes; they discussed current affairs, TV shows and talked so easily that an outsider would think they were long lost friends. Or mother and daughter. He thought sullenly. I wish. The meal was one of his better ones and he was proud of it but he was still waiting for the moment of revelation. He knew it would come but when it finally occurred, he was unprepared. Alison 'accidentally' dropped her spoon on the floor and bent awkwardly to the side to retrieve it. In doing so, her skirt rode up high and Melissa glimpsed the white disposable diaper she was wearing, covered only in a skimpy thong. Alan pretended not to see and tried to continue the conversation as naturally as possible. But his daughter had seen and she went quiet for a few seconds before she too picked up the conversation once more. As soon as dessert was over Alison announced she was cleaning up and as if it were some kind of secret women's sign, Melissa stood to help her and they shuffled Alan off to the lounge room to relax. "I'm glad you came over tonight, Alison," said Melissa, as she began scraping the plates clean. "You're nice and we don't get much in the way of female company around here!" "Dad's not dating much, I gather?" "Not at all, as far as I know." "I'm married, Melissa. Remember?" "Oh, sorry!" she stammered. "I didn't mean that!" "I know you didn't, dear. Just forget about it. I understand." The pair were quiet for a few minutes as Melissa tried to think of a way to ask her question. Alison knew what was coming but didn't help her. "You know when you dropped your spoon at the table?" "Yes, what about it?" "I saw you were wearing a diaper." Alison turned her head away in mock embarrassment. "I'm sorry about that dear, I should have been more careful." "No, it's ok. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I have to wear them too!" Alison turned to face her, grinning inwardly. So far, so good. "Serious? You're not playing games with me? It's not a joking matter you know." "No, I really do! Every night and now in the daytime too." "Since you were little?" "Yeah." "I'm so sorry, Melissa. I know what it's like. After my two boys were born I started to lose my control and after a while it completely disappeared." "I've never met anyone else like me before." Suddenly, Melissa looked forlorn and Alison put her arms around her and held her tightly. "It's ok. It really is. If you need to talk to someone who understands, you can. It can put a barrier between you and people. But only if you let it." "Thanks, that means a lot." "I tell you what. I'm staying tomorrow night and it's pretty boring on my own. Would you like to have dinner with me in my room and we can talk a bit about it if you want. Or not. It's up to you." "That would be fabulous! I'd like that." "Ok, that's a plan. Don't tell your dad though. Men can get a little bit funny about their girls. Just tell him you are going out with some friends." Melissa beamed at her new-found friend. She had a lot to ask.   Chapter Nine: "I've never eaten a meal in a hotel room before!" enthused Melissa, as she sat down to eat in Alison's hotel room. The two women had hit it off as soon as she had arrived. They talked like old friends before the waiter had delivered their dinner. But the subject of diapers had not yet been mentioned. "Trust me, it gets pretty boring after a few times, especially on your own. I'm glad to have some company," commented Alison. "I think it's great!" "Well, us diapered ladies need to stick together!" she replied, determined to bring up the topic. Melissa just smiled and reddened slightly as she ate her meal. She had so much she wanted to ask; things she should have been able to ask her mother. "You can ask me anything you like, Melissa," said Alison. "I know how hard it can be sometimes. How hard is it for you?" "It's mostly just nights but I find keeping dry really difficult during the day." "Are you using diapers during the day now?" "Yeah, I started about a week ago." "Feeling better now?" asked Alison. "Lots! I don't have to keep my mind on my pants! I can actually do my work!" she laughed. "I know exactly how you feel!" Alison grabbed Melissa's hand and led her to the couch. "For all of us there comes a time when you just give up and go back to diapers. Sounds like surrender but at least you can live your life again." "I'm thinking I might do that. I have been much happier since I went back to them completely." "I agree. You will find it just saves you the hassles of wet pants etcetera." "Are you in diapers all the time now?" Alison answered by lifting up her skirt and revealing her wet disposable diaper. She had no panties over the top thereby making sure Melissa saw exactly how wet she was. It was a calculated risk being quite so overt. For a few seconds no-one said anything as the younger girl stared at the older woman's wet diaper. "I don't go anywhere now out of diapers," explained Alison. "There's no point really. I go to work in them and I bet your father has never even guessed I wore them." "Do you do everything in them?" Melissa asked breathlessly. Alison smiled and leant over and whispered softly in her ear. "I pee and I poo in them and anything else I want to do!" The temperature in the room suddenly increased. Melissa whispered back into Alison's ear. "I poo sometimes too but I don't want daddy to find out." Alison leant back and grabbed both of her hands and squeezed gently. "Why not, dear? I presume he already knows you wet." "Yes, he does," she spluttered. "But I just don't want him to know I poo sometimes." "Do you think he'd mind all that much?" "No, maybe not. But I'd be too embarrassed if he found out." "There's nothing at all to be embarrassed about. Is he a good daddy to you?" "The best! I'm so happy I came to live with him. He does all my wet washing for me and he doesn't make me feel bad about it. My mother made me feel like I was a retard." Alison frowned but inside was smiling, thinking of why her father really did all her wet washing. "Then I'd suggest you trust him to handle your pooing. Can you control it during the day?" "Yes, that's not real hard but sometimes I..." Melissa blushed and Alison lifted up the girl's hand to her mouth and softly kissed it. "Sometimes you want to poo in them?" Melissa nodded slowly. "Oh honey! You don't need to feel ashamed. A lot of women are the same. Since we are already in diapers then why not do everything in them?" "You feel the same way?" "Yes I do. Sometimes I poo in them just because I want to!" "Really?" Alison nodded while still holding her hands. "Melissa, would you like to poo your diaper here? Right now?" Melissa was quiet for a few seconds before she held her breath and whispered into the older woman's ear. "Yes." Alison stood up and brought Melissa to her feet. Slowly and deliberately she unbuttoned the girl's denim skirt and pulled it down her legs displaying her wet cloth diapers and plastic pants. "Poo now, Melissa. For me and for you." Melissa had no idea what was happening to her. She hugged Alison tightly, as if she had known her all her life. Then she put her feet slightly apart and began to push. A large soft poo made its way out of her bottom and curled up in the back of her diaper. Alison heard and smelled it happen and as soon as she felt her young friend stop pushing, she stepped back to admire her form. "Well done!" she announced, with a wide smile on her face. She then pulled her own dress over her head and in similar fashion, pushed poo into her diaper as Melissa watched in fascination. Alison stepped up to her once more and stared longingly into her face and seeing the expression she wanted, opened her mouth and kissed her. Melissa's heart was racing as Alison's tongue swirled around her mouth. Melissa pushed back with her own tongue and the two began to French kiss passionately for several minutes. "Diapers make you excited too?" stammered Melissa, as she broke contact for a minute. "Uh huh!" Alison replied, before once again kissing her new friend. A few minutes later, Alison broke the clinch. "You don't need these anymore," she said, with lust in her voice. She lifted Melissa's top over her head and unclasped her bra. Her petite breasts poked out, the nipples hard and excited. "I've never done this before," said Melissa nervously. "With a woman, or with anyone?" "Anyone." "You're a virgin?" "Yes," she said, dropping her head in shame. They kissed one more time deeply and passionately. "That's nothing to be embarrassed of, honey!" "I've never even done anything!" Alison smiled. "Honey, take off my bra." Melissa slowly removed her bra and Alison, sensing her fear, led her by the hand to the bed and laid her gently down onto it. She then lay next to her and put her mouth around the girls firm erect nipple. Melissa let out a sudden sigh of pleasure and Alison sucked her breasts even harder, alternating one from the other. "Now mine," she said and Melissa repositioned herself and latched on to Alison's breast and began to suck. Softly at first but harder and harder as her arousal deepened. She's trying to breast feed! She thought to herself. Alan's little girl still wants to breast feed! Alison's right hand snaked its way down the girl's body and found the top of her plastic pants. The moment her fingers went underneath the plastic band, Melissa's body stiffened and she whispered, "But I'm dirty down there!" "I know honey, but it's not on your pussy is it?" "No..." "Then trust me." Alison thrust her hand lower and found her clit. It was firm and aroused. As soon as she touched it Melissa shuddered and bit down on to Alison's breast. She didn't mind in the least. Her fingers soon found Melissa's vagina, sopping wet with desire. Without uttering a word, Alison sat up and laid Melissa onto her back and pulled off her plastic pants. She unpinned both pins and carefully pulled the damp cloth back to reveal the young girl's virgin pussy – and a very dirty backside. "You look lovely down there, Melissa," she said, with lust tinging every word. She folded the diaper down to cover the poo which had reached within an inch of her vagina and slowly slid two fingers into her canal until she reached her hymen. She wouldn't break it for her. She wouldn't spoil it for Alan and she now realised that Melissa was more than ready for intercourse – preferably with her father. She's so ready for sex, she let me do this to her! Alan should have no troubles at all! Melissa closed her eyes as Alison's expert fingers moved in and out of her vagina, the wetness covering her fingers with a glossy look. Alison slithered down the bed and looked directly into Melissa's vagina and for a few moments imagined what it would look like being deflowered by Alan's cock. Jealousy struck her for a brief moment, wishing it was her at that age and her father entering her for the first time. But there were times for regrets later on. She licked Melissa's pussy. The effect was electric. Melissa shuddered as the sensations of a tongue on her vagina and clit hit her. They were much, much better than she had ever expected. She was astonished that anyone would do that to her especially when her poo was so close. Alison was in her element. Alison knew that the evening was all for Melissa's benefit and that her own orgasm was thoroughly unimportant. I sure hope she can give me something at least! Melissa's orgasm hit her with the power of a truck. She screamed her pleasure out at the top of her lungs temporarily concerning Alison but she quietened down quickly. As soon as the peak hit, Melissa's bladder erupted in a torrent of peed that splashed over Alison's face and onto the bed. Alison loved every drop. The two lay next to each other until Melissa had caught her breath once more. "You'll need to help me, okay?" she whispered. "I've never done this before." "You don't have to sweetheart," she replied, hoping she sounded sincere. "No, I want to try. I really do." Melissa slid down the bed and her diaper came away. The poo filled garment fell onto the bed next to them. She reminded herself to keep her bottom in the air so as not to mess the sheets. She folded Alison's diaper the same way, covering her poo. Melissa feared she would gag being so close to the poo but the lust she still felt made it seem barely noticeable. She nervously slid her fingers into Alison's pussy and for the first time, fingered another woman. A few minutes later she went down and licked her. "You taste great!" she exclaimed, as she came up for air. Her face was shiny with Alison's secretions and the smile showed that she was genuinely enjoying her first time. But Alison was well beyond speech. It took her just minutes to blast her own orgasm with Melissa still licking her pussy and clit. The two lovers walked to the shower, hand in hand and stepped into the steamy water together. They washed the poo off of each other and kissed passionately as the water cascaded over them. It was a memorable evening for both of them. Alison re-diapered Melissa but not before kissing her still virgin pussy with dozens of kisses. As they said a reluctant goodbye at the door Melissa kissed her deeply with her eyes closed holding her to herself. "You're wonderful Alison. I wish you were my mother." For the first time in many years, Alison sobbed herself to sleep. Three Diapers Ch. 10-11 Chapter Ten: "Daddy!" exclaimed Melissa to her father at breakfast two mornings later. Alan now rose earlier to share breakfast with his daughter. He found there was much to share in the early hours dressed in his diaper and panties around the breakfast table. "What's wrong, honey?" She stepped up to him and threw her arms around him. He could tell instantly what the problem was. The smell of her dirty diaper hit his nostrils. "It's okay, Mel. Just put it in the bucket like normal and I will deal with it. Okay?" Alan was excited beyond measure. He had only dared to hope that his lovely daughter would dirty her diaper one day. He couldn't wait for her to leave work so that he could enjoy it. It was one of his secret thrills and fantasies. Wearing her dirty diaper would be an excitement beyond anything he had experienced so far. Eventually 7:30 came and Melissa left for work. Alan literally raced to her room to find the rare treasure. With shaking hands he took the diaper to his room, unfolded it and laid it out on his bed. Removing his own wet over-night garment he squatted over the used diaper and slowly, almost reverently, lowered himself into her mess. It was pure delight as his bottom touched it. He laid down and pinned the heavy sodden and soiled diaper around his hips and pulled on his own plastic pants. He was so erect he could scarcely stand. He stood up and then sat down again feeling her poo squish beneath him, feeling it spread over his bottom and balls. He just wished there was more, more to tantalise and pleasure him but he knew he was already getting more than he had a right to expect. He recalled some of his more embarrassing moments when she was a toddler. Melissa had gone off to day-care and he had occasional duty washing her diapers. It was her messy ones that attracted him the most. He would sit in the shower and put them inside his underwear so that they felt like a makeshift diaper. He would feel his cock and balls encased in her poo and pee and it aroused him like nothing else did. He would always cum in those diapers; loud, fast, angry cums with spurts that sometimes shot out of the diaper and onto the shower alcove walls. And it was happening again. Only there was more poo this time. Just like when she was a toddler, he exploded powerfully into the soiled diaper before collapsing onto the bed to recover. He'd always felt a sense of guilt after those sessions before, but today, he felt nothing but pleasure and exhaustion. He decided to keep it on for a while. Ten minutes became an hour and an hour became a morning until finally it was nearly lunchtime when the phone rang. "Mr Bartholomew?" The voice was proficient and clinical. "Yes..." "It's St Andrews Hospital. Your daughter has had an accident and has been brought here." "What accident?" he shouted. "What's happened?" "It's okay, sir. She is fine. There was an accident at her workplace and she has injured her right hand. She's in x-ray now." It took thirty anxious minutes for Alan to get to the hospital. He quickly removed the soiled diaper and showered in record time. He rushed into the emergency room and was eventually ushered into a tiny cubicle where his daughter lay on the bed, her right hand and wrist heavily strapped. "Are you ok, honey?" he asked and Melissa instantly dissolved into tears. "The bookshelf fell on me!" she sobbed. Alan hugged her carefully trying not to hurt her hand. "Her wrist is fractured along with two bones in her hand." The bored voice came from behind him. Alan turned and saw the youngest doctor he had ever seen. The young man looked like he was still in his teens. "She has some bruising on her back and legs but the only serious injury is to her right hand and wrist." "What can you do for it?" "We will take her now to put a cast on her arm and it will be six to eight weeks before it can come off. She should have limited use of her hand in about two or three weeks." Alan watched as they wheeled her off to get the cast. He was relieved that her injuries had been small considering a large bookcase had toppled onto her. The doctor however, had given him little information and even less consolation. That's my daughter you pimply prick! You better take good care of her or else you'll have me to deal with! *** "Can I get anything for you?" asked Alan, as soon as he walked back through their front door. "I just want to lie down I think," she replied morosely. She hobbled of the her bedroom with an aching and sore back. But her right wrist was what was really hurting despite the pain killers. Ten minutes later, Alan came into her room and found her sitting on the edge of the bed sobbing and dishevelled. Her chest was heaving as he squatted on the floor in front of her. "Daddy!" she sobbed. "I can't undress myself!" Alan looked at her clothes and saw her vain attempt to take them off. In all the worry of the accident Alan hadn't stopped to consider how his daughter was going to be able to dress herself with only one hand. Her diapers! Suddenly it struck him. There was no way she would be able to handle diaper pins or even diaper tapes one-handed. I'm going to have to change her! The thought both aroused and terrified him. How am I supposed to control myself? "Honey, I'm going to have to help you. Are you ok with that?" Melissa's tear filled face looked at him dejectedly. "I need a bath real bad." Alan took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom and began filling the tub. "The last time you gave me a bath I was nine years old," said Melissa, trying to make the moment easier on them both. "I'm so sorry, Honey," he said genuinely. "I should have thought about this earlier." The tub was finally full and Alan turned to undress her. She had managed to get her top button undone but he had to do the rest. His fingers fumbled but he eventually had her top undone and slid it off. Not knowing what the etiquette should be for such situations he next located the zip on her skirt and pulled it down. Despite the situation, his cock thickened when he saw her diaper and panties. He reached around and unclasped her bra and for the first time, saw the wonderful twin mounds of her breasts. They took his breath away and it was all he could to concentrate on the next task. He slipped her panties down and then the plastic panties as well. Her diaper was drenched. She had been in it all day and normally would have changed but for the accident. He unpinned one side and it dropped away slightly. Then he unpinned the other side and holding the diaper underneath, between her legs, carefully lifted it away from her. He looked at the diaper first and saw the brown staining inside. "Er... honey... I need to wipe your bottom." Melissa didn't say a word. She knew that when the accident happened she had messed herself slightly. She had hoped to get home and change before anyone knew but it was not to be. Alan grabbed the back of the diaper and used it to wipe the worst of the mess from her bottom. Then he grabbed a damp flannel and began to wipe her backside clean. The top part was easy. Her perfectly shaped cheeks were not that messy but as he wiped lower he began to sweat. He cleaned her quickly getting close to her vagina – but not touching. "You'll have to help me," she said, as she reached out and held his hand and stepped into the bath. Alan stared firstly at her pubic area, the neatly trimmed hair and as one leg stepped into the bath he caught a glimpse of her clit. Melissa was in the bath for over an hour. Both of them were incredibly nervous about what was to happen after. As she soaked, she recalled the last time she had stood in front of her father totally naked. It was the night of the great fight. She knew her mother was being unfair and hypocritical. Melissa also knew that her mother had been unfaithful. On one out-of-town trip by her father, a man she wasn't supposed to see arrived late at night at their house. Through a crack in the bedroom door she watched the man strip her mother and thrust his penis in and out of her. She had seen and learned a lot that night. She had felt things too. New feelings; powerful and primal and strange. Her mother had cruelly left them both for the night and Melissa knew that she would not return that evening. Her anger bubbled over the surface, mixed with other, newer and less understood emotions and she waited for her father to go to bed. I'm your wife now! She had thought defiantly, as she walked to the marital bedroom. You don't need mummy anymore. You've got me! Her father was lying in bed looking morose when she opened the door and stood in the dim light. After telling him that she was his wife now she had slipped her nightie off and then her diapers and allowed him to see her wares. She had wanted him to want her; to love her ; to make love to her. She slid into bed with him and kissed him like she saw her mother kiss the strange man. She'd never experienced a kiss like that. It was a great kiss! She remembered wistfully. As good as Alison's kissing! When the lights went out Melissa didn't know what to do. All she knew was that she had to do something with his penis and so she slowly grabbed it. Alan didn't make her stop so she knew she was doing okay and when he put his hand between her legs she felt like she was going to melt. But almost as soon as he did that he jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom. He was gone for some time. By the time he returned she was falling asleep. It was late for her to still be awake. She had tried to be all he wanted. As she lay in the bath remembering that night, Melissa recalled how she had felt the next morning. She felt that she had failed him. She had been an inadequate 'wife' to her father. He wanted and needed much more than she could offer. She felt like a failure and when her mother eventually returned and took her away she was convinced that if only she had been a better 'wife' for her father she could have stayed with him. If only he had put his penis into her she would have never had to go and could have stayed with him. It shocked Melissa to realise that she still wished he had made love to her that night. What am I going to do now? Chapter Eleven: "Daddy, I'm ready now," she yelled nervously, hoping he could hear her outside the bathroom door. It was closed although Melissa wondered why. Alan had no trouble discerning her cry. He had been on tenterhooks for the past hour, sitting in a chair not far from the bathroom door. During the wait he had thought of little else other than what was about to happen. He opened the door and saw Melissa sitting in the bath looking vulnerable and totally naked. It reminded him strikingly of bathing her prior to his divorce. He gripped her good hand and with his other hand around her waist, gingerly lifted her out of the bath. He knew she could probably dry herself but he chose to do it for her. It was like a scene out of early childhood as he wiped her face and then proceeded down her body towelling her dry. He dried her breasts with ease but when he got down to her waist he hesitated. As if sensing his difficulty, Melissa spread her legs and gave him access to dry her vaginal area. He took his time drying her vagina and longed to slip his hand off the towel and into her adorable pussy. But he kept his cool. She was finally dry from head to toe and he guided her on her unsteady feet to the bedroom. The shock of the accident had left her feeling tired and unsure of her balance. As she sat on the bed, Alan carefully folded a thick towelling diaper and laid it out on the bedspread. "Up you go now," he said, in a voice more suited to a six year old. "Up onto the bed!" Melissa laid down on her back on top of her diaper and then came the moment of truth – for both of them. She nervously spread her legs wide for the diaper. She immediately realised that she had inadvertently spread them wider than she needed to and that her father was staring at her vagina. She knew she should do something and to her surprise, she pulled her legs a little wider. She didn't know why – only that it was a natural feeling. Alan recovered quickly but what he saw amazed and entranced him. Her outer lips had opened up like a flower and had revealed her pink pussy in all its glory. She is beautiful! He also saw the redness around her vagina and also around her bottom. He recognised it instantly - diaper rash. "You've got some diaper rash, honey," he stammered, trying and failing to look disinterested in the view before them. "Do you want me to put some cream on you?" Please, please say yes! He thought to himself. Please, please! Melissa quickly weighed up the situation. She knew that she needed the diaper cream but also knew that she could do that much for herself one-handed. The last hour or so had been a mixture of terrible and terrific. She was reminded of that night so long ago and she had this crazy notion that now she could atone for that disaster. No matter what, she was loving the intense care he was giving her – the intimate care. If she said no, he might not ever ask again. "I've got bad rash at the moment," she replied. "I can see that. Was that because you had that diaper on all day?" "I think so. It goes right up to my..." She couldn't say the word. "Your vagina." "Uh huh." "I'll be very careful, okay? You need to lift your bottom so I can put some cream there. You are quite red there." Melissa lifted her legs high and held them back. Then she did something completely unexpected. He was rubbing cream into her perfect bottom cheeks and it was going well when she slowly pulled her legs apart – way apart. She didn't know quite why she did that – only that it felt fine and natural to her. For a few seconds Alan stopped rubbing the cream into her bottom and just stared at the offered view. Does she know what she is doing? She's in the 'fuck me' position! Surely not! For a split second he considered dropping his face to her damp pussy and sampling her taste but common sense kept him to his task. Her vagina was now gaping as he rubbed the diaper cream up to and around it. It would have been a simple thing to slip a finger in. The place he had longed to see, the place he had imagined and fantasised about for so long was not only in front of him but open and on display. And probably on offer! Alan was undiapered. He hadn't had time to rediaper himself since the trip from the hospital and his erection was not merely big. It was huge and leaking precum so much so that the front of his trousers were noticeably wet. The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Neither of them said a word for fear of shattering the moment. Alan completed the task of rubbing the cream in and finally pinned the diaper on to her and lowered her legs. A three minute task had taken ten. And in a few hours time it would have to be repeated. Melissa chose a short nightie and Alan helped her put it on over her head. The plaster cast made the task difficult, just as it would many mundane ordinary endeavours. The first diaper change had been completed. Alan was silently thankful for her injury. He felt terrible about it of course, but what he had just seen made it seem like a gift, just for him. As he stood to leave her room she glanced at his trousers and saw the very obvious bulge and the damp patch. Deep inside, in a place that she had yet to visit, she was pleased. *** Dinner was difficult. Melissa was still in pain and completely unable to use her right hand. Alan had to cut all her food for her and she had to use her left hand to attempt to eat it. Her co-ordination was still poor after the accident. In the end Alan fed her himself. Neither of them minded. There was a silent bonding that was happening. It had started with the bathing, continued throughout the diaper change and was being strengthened by the feeding. "This is sort of cute, Melissa," offered Alan, as he put a forkful of food into her mouth. "It's like when you were little. I've missed so many of your years." "It's ok, daddy. It wasn't your fault. It was mummy's," she replied. And mine, she thought bitterly. For not being good enough for you. "It's all water under the bridge, Melissa. What's done is done. But I'm glad you are here with me now. Perhaps we can make up for lost time." The evening was spent watching a romantic movie – the kind Alan would normally hate. But his daughter loved them and he loved her even more than he had originally realised. They snuggled together on the couch as best as the plaster cast permitted. They both knew what was coming – again. A diaper change. They hadn't talked about it yet but both knew that it was an intimate act. It would be difficult for it to be anything else. Eventually it was bed time and Alan led his unsteady daughter back to her room to change her into her night diaper. Wordlessly Melissa laid on the bed as her father pulled off her plastic pants and proceeded to unpin her diaper. The cloth fell away and once again, Alan was presented with her vagina, red from diaper rash and wet from her pee. "I need to put more cream on you honey, okay?" Melissa nodded and in a repeat of earlier, pulled her legs right back and provocatively spread them as wide as possible. Sweating from fear, Alan began to apply the cream. "Daddy, I can't hold my right leg back!" Melissa only had use of her left hand and she was using it to hold her left leg right back and out. It was further back than before when she managed it "It's okay, I can hold it for you," replied Alan, with a lump in his throat. Alan grabbed her right leg and pushed it back. He knew this was a test for him. He only needed to hold it back far enough so he could finish the cream on her bottom. He took a chance. He pushed her leg right back and then pulled it to one side as far as it could go – just like her other leg. Then he looked back down at her vagina – her pussy – and saw that it was wide open. Her entrance was there looking at him. He squeezed cream on her and then began to rub. But this time as he approached her vagina, he didn't deviate from his path. Before he knew what he was doing, his fingers were rubbing cream on her outer lips. He looked up at his daughter. Her face was nervous and her eyes wide open but there was no sign of refusal. He continued to rub the cream until it had disappeared into the skin but he didn't remove his hand. Alan locked eyes with his daughter as his fingers travelled back to her outer lips and then a finger sat at the entrance to her pussy. He looked for rejection but found none. Slowly he pushed his finger in and into sank easily into her silky smooth pussy. He was thrilled to be stopped soon after by her hymen. She's still a virgin! Melissa's face was inscrutable. He couldn't read her but he saw no rejection of his actions. He began to finger her slowly. His breath was shallow while hers was deep and irregular. He put two fingers into her and slowly pushed them in. He didn't want to hurt her or upset her; he would be as gentle as he knew how. His slick fingers roamed and found her clitoris and began to circle it. Melissa's breath came in ragged gasps as he rubbed her clit expertly. Time collapsed upon itself as father and daughter touched intimately. Fifteen minutes after Alan had first touched her pussy, Melissa convulsed in her orgasm. Alan had both wanted and feared that moment. Now that lust was sated would she hate him or merely tolerate him. The answer came moments later. Three Diapers Ch. 10-11 "Daddy!" she cried, through real tears. "I love you!" Mellissa thrust her arms at her father and Alan leant over the hug his satisfied daughter. "I love you too, Melissa," he whispered. "I'm sorry about that. I shouldn't have done it." "Daddy, thank you. I liked it a lot, really." "You did?" Alan was in new territory. He had no idea how either of them were supposed to react to such physical intimacy. "Uh, huh." Alan moved his face in front of hers and kissed her gently on the lips. As soon as he touched her soft red lips he felt her mouth begin to open and he quickly pulled away. "Let's finish this diaper change, shall we? Alan expertly pinned a clean diaper onto his daughter while maintaining a huge erection that refused to subside. He was longing to satisfy himself. "Time for sleep now, sweety," he said hoarsely, as he turned off the light. "Just call if you need me, okay?" Alan barely touched his diaper before his cock exploded his orgasm into the waiting cloth. What have I done? He asked himself rhetorically. I just fingered my own daughter and I can't find a good reason not to do it again! It took both of them little time to go to sleep. Their orgasms had been powerful but the real reason was that they had shared with each other a little of their own feelings. Nothing would ever be the same again in the Bartholomew household. Three Diapers Ch. 12 Alan stepped into the kitchen with great trepidation. He had heard his daughter clattering about in the kitchen attempting to make toast one-handed. Even without her injury, it was perhaps the limit of her kitchen-based skills. However, what was uppermost in his mind was the earth-shattering events of the previous evening. His fears quickly evaporated as he saw his daughter turn and wave awkwardly to him. "Hi daddy!" she shouted across the room. "Hope I didn't wake you!" "No, you didn't," he stammered. Clearly Melissa was not in the slightest bit upset -- quite the contrary. When he stepped into the kitchen proper to rescue breakfast from her incompetence she put her good arm around him tightly and with her right in a sling, gave him a big enthusiastic kiss. The taste of her lips tantalised him and before he could stop himself, he opened his mouth slightly. She followed his lead and his tongue slipped into her mouth and for a few short but powerful seconds, father and daughter embraced in a pseudo-passionate manner. "Go sit down and I'll get your breakfast," he said matter-of-factly as they broke the connection. Breakfast should have been strained -- but it was not. They talked easily and happily despite the power of the impending diaper change that was still hanging over them. "Did you sleep well, honey," he asked. "Like a log! Best sleep in ages!" The powerful painkillers she had taken just before the fateful diaper change was what had sent her to a long sleep but Alan couldn't help but wonder how much the sleep was due to her powerful orgasm. *** "Okay, let's do this," Alan announced cheerfully, as Melissa laid back on the bed awaiting her diaper change. Just as before, he pulled off her wet plastic pants and unpinned her soggy diaper. He knew he shouldn't be nervous, but he was. Not because of the sight of her pussy but rather because of its accessibility. Using a damp flannel he carefully wiped all of her diaper area and then holding her leg back for her he put in operation his plan. He placed his hand onto her pussy and slowly stroked it while maintaining constant eye contact with her. She did not flinch a muscle and her mouth widened into a smile as he slowly inserted one and then two fingers into her lubricating pussy. He had already removed her nightie before the diaper change and he slowly put his free hand on her breast and squeezed gently. He felt her pleasure ripple beneath him as he leant forward and releasing her leg, put his mouth around her nipple and began to suck. It all seemed so very natural for him as he enjoyed her small firm breasts, sucking her nipple into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it. Her pussy moistened as his touch continued to probe deeper and more forcefully into her willing pussy. Alan withdrew his hand and laid on top of his daughter wearing nothing but his own diaper and panties and began to kiss her passionately. For several minutes they kissed; not the kiss of a father for his daughter nor the kiss of a man for his wife but rather the kiss of a lover seeking intimacy with his soul-mate. The emotion of the moment was broken open as Melissa began to cry silent tears. Being a man, Alan was unaccustomed to tears and naturally misinterpreted them. He quickly slid off of his daughter and prepared to leave when she suddenly grabbed his hand in hers. "Don't leave, daddy," she sobbed through her tears. "I'm not angry." Alan was perplexed. "I love you, daddy," she added. "I love you, honey. I'm sorry for touching you that way." Melissa shook her head and repeated, "I love you, daddy." Alan completed the diaper change in silence. It was an awkward moment. Something had happened but neither knew exactly what it was that had occurred between them. Alan changed Melissa's diaper twice more that day but both times were efficient and non-intimate. She had kept her legs wide apart but he did not take advantage of the offer she was making to him. Her disappointment was obvious in her face. *** "Well that's you set for the night, young lady," stated Alan cheerfully, as he pulled her plastic pants up ready for bed. But it was fake cheer. Inside Alan was as miserable as he had been in years. Despite the plans, despite the preparations and hopes, he now felt desperately unhappy. The lust he had felt for his daughter; the desires he had experienced for her body had not dissipated in the slightest. When it was just a plan it was some distance away, an impossible dream that he could safely imagine knowing that it would never be. But this dream was possible. When he had put his fingers into her body he had felt her respond and move to his thrusts. When he kissed her he felt passion rise inside her. Only his diaper had kept his penis out of her body. He knew in his heart of hearts that she would not have stopped him. But something had changed. Something both wonderful and infinitely terrible. He was in love. With his daughter. He wanted to have sex with her. He wanted to deflower her. These things hadn't changed. What had changed were his feelings. Lust had been replaced with love, and not mere parental love. That had always been there. This was romantic love; the genuine article, the real thing. If I go into her it will change everything. I don't know if I can deal with that. BUT she wants me to do it. I'm sure of it. But how do I ask her? For thirty minutes Alan lay awake in the darkness struggling with his emotions and thoughts when suddenly they were interrupted by the door opening to his bedroom. Alan turned on his bedside light and there in the gloom stood Melissa, looking at him with a nervous smile. "Daddy," she said, stumbling over the word. "I need to be mummy now." Tears began to flow down her face silently. She knew that now was the time to complete the mission she had begun as a ten year old. Her father stepped out of bed and slowly walked over to her. He recognised the symbolism. He remembered the last time she had spoken those words. "I know, honey," he answered. "I need you to be my wife." Alan carefully pulled the nightie up over her head and slowly and very deliberately slid the diaper down her legs until she was standing before him naked and unashamed. If he closed his eyes he could see her standing there years before wanting the same thing only now she was asking with understanding. Now was the right time for them both. He laid her down in the bed and stood next to her. "I love you more than I can explain," he said. "I have from the moment you offered yourself to me as a child." "I love you too, daddy," she replied as Alan put his finger across her lips. "Shh little one. Let me speak." Alan carefully pulled his diaper down and his erection sprang out. "Since the day you came here I was falling in love with you. I adored your smells, your smiles -- everything about you. I want to make love to you tonight. I want to make you mine." "I'm all yours daddy and always have been." Melissa reached out and grabbed his shaft. Alan shuddered in pleasure. He slid in bed next to her and they turned onto their sides and faced each other and kissed. The passion had been simmering for days but now was turned to full blast. Alan's hand wandered back down to her pussy and found her wet and willing. She spread her legs urging him to explore her more intimately. For ten minutes father and daughter touched and fondled before Alan moved his head down to her pussy. He had smelled her from her panties; he had licked juices from them and thought about how lucky the panties had been to be so close to her pussy. As his tongue thrust out and tasted her wet pussy for the first time he realised how weak that experience had been. As he nibbled and chewed and licked her most sensitive areas he recalled the thrill of the first time he smelled her scent. Never did he expect to be here and even here wasn't the end. Melissa was raging inside with lust and pleasure as her father slid back along her body and their mouths locked in a passionate duel. His cock was pointed right at her entrance -- a fact neither of them were unaware of. Melissa broke away from his kiss and looked him clearly in the eye and whispered, "Now." Alan thrust firmly and powerfully. His steel-hard cock pushed its way into her slick entrance and encountered the small resistance of her hymen. It tore its way through the barrier and continued all the way until there was no more canal to travel. Alan was finally home. Later, they would discuss what had happened, in the security of each other's arms and the comfort of sated lusts. But right then, passion was in the driver's seat. Alan thrust deep and hard into his daughter's accepting body, confident in his performance and in her love. Melissa was in another world. She knew that she had saved her body for the right man. I've waited for this all my life, she thought. Even before I knew it. The best sex of their lives drew to a thunderous climax. In one of those rare moments, father and daughter exploded in orgasm together and his seed flooded into her waiting body. The exhaustion of the moment left both lovers spent. Melissa fell asleep first, drifting off in her father's arms, happy and content. Alan took some time but his waking moments were no longer full of fear or sorrow. He knew that making love to her was the best thing he had done in a long, long time. But where to now? This wasn't the end but rather the first stop on the road of life. She had joined him on the journey but where was the line taking them? The newfound lovers slept together satisfied and no longer alone. While they slept both wet the bed as they had so many times before. There were no diapers to keep the bed dry, no plastic pants to contain the wetness. The body fluids they had shared mixed with the pee that flowed over the bed. Neither stirred.