    MY MAMA - CHARLENE

    Summary: My bosses' wife agrees to baby me but then decides to keep me
    as her baby forever. Lots of breastfeeding and cuddling and other nice
    things.

    I was working out of my bosses’ home. He had a small home-based
    business and I had a room out of which I handled much of the paperwork.
    It was very easy work and since the boss was gone out of town a lot, I
    was pretty much left on my own. The only other person around was the
    bosses wife, Charlene. I didn’t pay much attention to her at first, but
    as time went on, I began seeing her in a different light. She was a
    full-figured woman, about 40 years old, 5’10, 170 lbs, with short brown
    hair. I am only 5’6”, so her height made me feel small and submissive.
    She definitely wasn’t a beautiful woman on the outside but it was what
    was on the inside that attracted me. She always had a smile on her face
    when she talked to me. She talked in a very soft, soothing, gentle
    tone, one that could make you relax instantly. I wanted to curl up in
    her arms and just listen to the sound of her voice. She became the
    center of my thoughts.

    One day when she was out running errands, I went into her bedroom to
    take a look around. I was surprised to see a crib beside her bed and a
    changing table up against one wall. Her 19-year-old daughter just gave
    birth to a baby recently but lived out of town and I’ve never seen them
    over here.

    On her bed was a plush, furry, light brown blanket. I ran my hands over
    it. I loved soft, furry things. When I was very young, my mother would
    wear angora and mohair sweaters and would cuddle me in her furry arms
    any chance she would get. I grew to love them and would sneak into my
    mother’s bedroom when she wasn’t home and pleasure myself with them,
    all the time thinking about being a little baby again in my mother’s
    arms.

    I thought about getting into this blanket but I decided against it for
    now. However, I wondered, if she had a furry blanket, would she have
    any sweaters I might enjoy. I opened her closet door and was not
    disappointed. There on her shelves were several angora sweaters in
    various colors. She also had a baby blue borg pile robe hanging behind
    the door. I rubbed the soft material in my face and smelled her scent.
    I was brought back to the days when I was a baby being held in my
    mothers soft arms. I was getting so excited, I began to rub my member
    as I smelt her scent on the robe, but stopped short of wetting myself.

    I walked out of the closet over to the crib and gazed at it for a
    while. “She won’t be back for a while,” I told myself. I took off my
    clothes and climbed into the crib. I took a blue fleece baby blanket
    off the railing and lay down in the crib, covering myself. I put my
    thumb in my mouth, closed my eyes and started sucking, imagining I was
    Charlene’s little baby. I laid there for 10 minutes and then decided I
    better get dressed again because I didn’t know when Charlene would be
    back. Reluctantly, I left her bedroom and returned to my room/office.

    A couple of hours later, Charlene came home. She smiled and said hello
    as she walked past my office and made her way up to her bedroom.

    A few minutes late she came down and asked me to come into the living
    room for a moment.

    “What’s up?” I asked.

    “Well, I was wondering if you had been in my bedroom today.”

    I instantly felt numb. “Well…..yes, I thought I heard something fall,
    so I went in to look to see what it was. It turned out to be my
    imagination.”

    “I see. The reason I ask is that you left footprints in the carpet and
    the footprints go from my bed to my closet and then to the crib I have.
    I have a robe in my closet which is now on the floor and there was a
    baby blanket on the crib railing which is now in the crib. It doesn’t
    look like it just fell into the crib. It actually looks like someone
    was using it.”

    I could feel I was sweating. I must have looked horrified and didn’t
    know what to say. I had been caught.

    “Were you in the crib, David?” she asked softly. She was being very
    careful not to upset me.

    “Yes, but just for a second.” That must have sounded stupid.

    “Were you pretending to be a baby?”

    It was at least a few seconds before I responded but I knew she knew.
    “Yes”

    “I see. Did you move my robe?”

    “Yes. I just wanted to feel how soft it was and ….”

    “And what?”

    “And …. It smelt so good. I mean, it smelt like you. I mean …..”. I was
    stumbling over my words now.

    “David,” she said softly, “If you were going through my clothes, not
    wearing them I mean, but familiarizing yourself with them and also
    pretending to be a baby, do you look at me as a mother figure?”

    I could tell it was out in the open now so I decided to be completely
    honest.

    “Well… yes. I kind of fantasize about being a baby.”

    “My baby?” she asked.

    “Yes. Charlene, I am so sorry about this. I promise I won’t go in your
    room anymore. Please don’t tell your husband. I don’t want to get
    fired”, I pleaded.

    Charlene looked at me and I could tell she was thinking about all of
    this. After a few seconds which seemed like an eternity, she reached
    over and cupped her hands over mine.

    “Listen. I am very flattered that you would want to be my baby. Do you
    really desire this? I mean, is this fantasy something that is really
    important to you?” she asked.

    My member was throbbing. I was so uncomfortable with the tightness in
    my pants by this time.

    “Yes, it is.”

    “Okay, then.” Charlene put her left arm around me and her right hand
    behind my head and pulled me toward her. My face buried into her neck
    and she started rocking me back and forth. “You can be my baby. And
    don’t worry about my husband. He won’t find out.”

    She kissed me on the head and then stood up and took my hand.

    “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom and you can tell me exactly what you
    want.”

    I couldn’t believe this was happening but I knew she was sincere.
    Charlene was going to treat me as her baby.

    Part 2

    We went into Charlene’s bedroom and sat on the bed. I instantly started
    to caress the soft blanket with my right hand, it felt so good.
    Charlene took my other hand in hers and asked, “Now, I need to know how
    far you want me to go in treating you as my baby. Do you want me to
    diaper you and feed you and bathe you? Things like that?”

    “Yes, that would be fine,” I replied.

    “So, that’s all you need?”

    “Well……..”

    “Come on honey, you have to tell me everything or else it won’t be as
    real for you. I want you to enjoy this experience.”

    “Okay. I would like to be treated like a real baby. I would like to be
    diapered and bottle fed and I would love to be cuddled and rocked in
    your arms.”

    “Oh, that’s so nice,” she commented

    “And, well…. Just treat me as if I was your real baby. No different. Is
    that OK?”

    Charlene smiled at me and said gently, “Of course it is. I think I’m
    going to enjoy this too. I love babies. So, is that it?”

    “Well, this is something else I really like. I love soft things and I
    noticed you have some angora sweaters in your closet. Do you think you
    could wear them sometimes when you’re cuddling me?”

    “Sure I could,” she replied. “After all, babies love soft things.
    Everyone knows that. And I noticed you like my blanket by the way
    you’re rubbing it with your hand like that. Maybe, this should be your
    baby blanket.”

    I smiled from ear to ear.

    “All right then,” Charlene said, “I better go to the store and buy what
    we’re going to need. But for now, why don’t you hop into the crib and
    I’ll cover you with your blankie. Let’s get those clothes off.”

    Charlene laid me back onto the bed and gently removed my clothes except
    my underwear. She took hold of my hand and led me to the crib and
    helped me climb in. She grabbed the soft, furry blanket from off the
    bed and covered me with it and then pulled up the railing to lock it in
    place. I began to suck my thumb, rocking slowly back and forth.

    Charlene leaned over the railing and began to caress my face with her
    soft hand.

    “You’re such a good baby. You just close your eyes and go to sleep.
    Mommy will be back soon.”

    Part 3

    I woke up hearing Charlene walking around in the bedroom. I sat up and
    looked through the crib bars to see her placing packages of adult
    diapers on the shelves of the changing table. There were also a couple
    bottles of baby powder and lotion, some pacifiers, baby bottles, & baby
    wipes.

    Charlene looked over in my direction and smiled. “Well, I see someone
    had a nice nap. You know, David, I’m actually excited about this. I
    just love taking care of babies. Now, let’s get you out of there and
    get you into a nice, soft diaper.”

    She walked over and lowered the bars of the crib and helped me out. I
    walked over to the changing table holding her hand and climbed up on
    top, lying on my back.

    Charlene said, “OK, lift your legs up so mommy can take off those big
    boy underwear.”

    She took off my underwear leaving me completely exposed to her. I
    turned red and looked away, which she immediately noticed.

    “Now, now. Don’t be shy. Remember, you’re my little baby now. Mommy is
    going to be seeing this a lot.”

    With all this babying and baby talk, my member started to stand at full
    attention.

    “Oh dear,” she said, “You really enjoy this, don’t you? This is going
    to make it impossible to diaper you properly. Your wee-wee has to be
    pointing down. David….. do you think you can relax so that your wee-wee
    can go down?”

    “No, I don’t think so”, I replied.

    “Well, I can only think of one other way to make your wee-wee relax.
    Are you okay with me giving you pleasure?”

    This was my ultimate fantasy coming true. All those years of pleasuring
    myself while dreaming I was a someone’s baby. “Yes, mommy. It’s okay.”

    “Oh, I like it when you call me mommy. OK, mommy will help you.”
    Charlene first took a few baby wipes and washed me over very well. Then
    she took the bottle of baby lotion and applied some to both of her
    hands and to my member. She then started to gently rub the lotion up
    and down my member.

    “You know, honey. I don’t think I should call you ‘David’. I wouldn’t
    call you that if I was your mommy. How about if I just call you “baby”?
    Would you like that?”

    “Yes, mama.”

    “Mama’s even better!” she laughed.

    Charlene continued to rub up and down while talking to me in her soft,
    gentle voice.

    “Do you like this baby? I think you doooo”, she chuckled.

    I closed my eyes and started to talk in baby talk. “Baa baa daa daa
    mama. Mama, mama”

    “What a good baby you are. Yes, you are. Mama’s going to take good care
    of you from now on. Yes, she is.”

    I suddenly exploded into her hands and onto my stomach.

    “There now. My baby should be good now.” Charlene cleaned off her hands
    and wiped me down again with the baby wipes. Then, with my help, she
    lifted my legs and sprinkled baby powder all over me. She opened the
    package of diapers and removed one, placing it under my tush. It only
    took her a couple of minutes to have me diapered.

    “Now, stay right here. Mama is going to change.”

    Charlene went into her closet and grabbed a pink angora sweater. She
    came out and put it on her bed. She then took off her blouse and then
    her bra. I looked on and again my member was starting to get aroused.
    Her breasts were big and round, just calling out to be sucked on.
    Charlene grabbed her angora sweater and put it on. I immediately wanted
    to be in her arms.

    She took my hand and led me downstairs and told me to sit on the couch
    for a second.

    “I’ll be right back, baby. I have to go prepare you a bottle,” Charlene
    said.

    In a few minutes, she returned and sat on the couch next to me.

    “Okay, honey. Lay across my lap. I’m going to put my arm under your
    head to support you. That’s a good boy.”

    I lay down and snuggled my face into her soft angora sweater, hoping to
    find a breast.

    “No, no baby. Here, look. Mama’s got your baba for you.”

    I could feel her rubbing the nipple of the baby bottle across my bottom
    lip. I opened my mouth and felt the nipple being guided in. It felt so
    good to suckle a nipple. I started to relax in her soft, furry arms and
    began sucking on my baba.

    “That’s a good boy. Drink your baba, baby.”

    I looked up into her eyes and saw what I had been searching for. Love.
    Charlene looked down and smiled. There was a twinkle in her eyes. She
    started to rock back and forth while giving me my bottle. Yes, as our
    eyes locked, we both knew, this was love.

    Part 4

    I must have fallen asleep in Charlene’s arms. I woke up to the sound of
    the telephone.

    “Baby,” she said, “you have to sit up honey. I have to answer the
    phone.”

    I got off her lap so she could get up. Charlene answered the phone.

    “What! When? Is he okay? Where is he? I’ll be right there!” Charlene
    sounded distraught.

    “David! I have to go. My husband has been in a car accident. You should
    probably go home now.” She grabbed a coat from the hall way closet and
    put on her shoes. But before she left she walked over to me and said,
    “I’ll be in touch, okay? Did you enjoy our time together?”

    “Yes, I sure did,” I replied.

    Charlene smiled and gave me a big hug. “I did too”, she whispered in my
    ear, “I’ll call you later. Lock up when you leave.” With that she
    walked out the front door.

    Her husband ended up dying from the car accident. His funeral was the
    next weekend.

    I wondered what would happen now. I surely wouldn’t have a job now. But
    more important, what would Charlene do? Would she move closer to her
    daughter? Would I ever see her again? I phoned her a couple of times in
    the next two weeks and talked to her briefly. She said she was thinking
    about what she should do but also that she was thinking about me a lot.
    She kept up my paychecks though, so I could still pay my bills. I would
    pick them up in her mailbox. It wasn’t until a whole month after the
    funeral that she called me and asked me to come over to her house.

    Charlene answered the door with a big smile on her face. “Hi, come on
    in,” she said.

    After I stepped in, she shut the door and gave me a big hug.

    “How are you?” I asked?

    She looked at me and said, “Oh, I’m okay. I miss him but I’m coping.
    How are you doing?”

    “Okay. I’ve missed you but I’m coping too.”

    Charlene laughed and gave me another hug. “I’ve missed you too”, she
    said. “I imagine you’re wondering what I’m going to do. Let’s go into
    the living room and talk. I’ve made some coffee.”

    We sat down with our coffee on the couch facing each other.

    “David, how much do you enjoy being a baby?”

    I thought about it for a couple of seconds. “I enjoy it quite a bit.
    Especially yours!”

    “What if I told you that it might be possible for that to happen? For
    you to be a real baby?”

    “I don’t understand. How would that be possible?” I asked.

    “It would take too long to explain, honey. I don’t even think I
    understand it all. But, let’s just say I have a friend who’s given me
    something that can help us. So, I want to know, if you could be my
    baby, a real baby, would you? It’s not reversible, so you have to be
    sure.”

    I thought about it for a few minutes. It was a serious decision. I
    would be giving up my life as I know it. I would be giving my adult
    life to go back to being a helpless baby, dependant on my mama for
    everything. Just the thought of it made my heart race and my member
    throb.

    “Yes, Charlene. I want to be your baby. I want to have that unbreakable
    love and bond that exists between a mother and her baby. I want you and
    I to have that. So, yes.”

    Charlene had tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. She reached
    over and stroked my face with her hand. “I want that too, honey. So,
    I’ve already sold my husband’s business so we won’t need to worry about
    working for a living. I’m going to renovate the spare bedroom into a
    nursery for you but in the meantime, you will be sleeping in the crib
    in my bedroom. I am so excited about this, David. I have wanted to have
    a baby again ever since I had my daughter. I’m so happy that it’s going
    to be you.”

    “Me too.”

    “OK,” Charlene said, “If you’re ready, we can start anytime.”

    “I’m ready”, I said.

    Charlene took my hand and led me upstairs to her room. “Lay down on my
    bed, honey. Good boy.” She unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my pants
    and removed them. She took off my underwear leaving me naked on the
    bed. Charlene took a jar of cream from her dresser and started to rub
    this cream all over my body. When she was finished, she handed me a
    large bottle of fluid. “Now, you’re supposed to drink all of this. It
    isn’t supposed to taste very good but if you drink it fast, it won’t be
    as bad,” she said.

    After I drank all the liquid, Charlene produced a syringe from her
    pocket. Without warning, she injected the contents into my arm and put
    a small Band-Aid over the hole.

    “Okay, honey,” she said with a smile, “you’re going to feel sleepy.
    Don’t fight it. Just close your eyes and go to sleep. When you wake up,
    I’ll be here. Don’t worry. Everything is going to be all right.” Those
    were the last words I heard.

    Part 5

    I woke up still lying on the bed. I turned my head and saw Charlene
    lying next to me, watching me. She seemed to be a lot bigger. “Good
    morning, baby”, she said. Charlene reached over and caressed my face
    with her hand. “How do you feel?”

    “Okay, I guess.” My voice had changed. It sounded like a little boys.
    “Did it work?” I asked.

    “Oh, yes. It sure did. Now, you might not be as young as you would
    like, but we can go through the process again if we want.”

    “How old am I, Charlene?”

    “I would guess about 3, and you’re adorable. But, I don’t want you to
    call me by my name anymore. ‘Mommy’ or ‘mama’ is more appropriate. Now,
    I’m kind of eager to start bonding with my baby.” Charlene got off the
    bed and removed all her clothes. I was especially interested in her
    breasts. As she removed her top, I saw that her breasts were huge and
    her nipples were little projectiles. She lay back down beside me and
    with one arm, slid my little body over to hers so that my stomach was
    touching hers. I could feel my wee-wee up against her thigh and my face
    was at her breast. Charlene cupped her left breast with one hand and
    put her other hand on the back of my head. Gently she guided my head to
    her nipple. I didn’t need any instructions. I opened my mouth and
    received her nipple. This was heaven. My wee-wee stood at attention
    against her thigh and I started to nurse. To my surprise and delight,
    mother’s milk came into my mouth and down my throat. I learned later
    that she had applied some of that cream to her breasts which had the
    desired result.

    “Ohhh, honey. That feels sooo good! I can’t believe how good that
    feels! Keep sucking, baby.” I could feel Charlene’s body tense, and she
    pulled my body closer into hers. She leaned her head over and kissed
    mine. I loved her smell. I was beginning to feel emotions for her I
    never felt before. It was like a possessive feeling, like I couldn’t
    break away from her even if I wanted to. But I definitely didn’t want
    to. I put my little hand on the side of her breast as I nursed. I was
    so excited, my member was throbbing.

    “Ohhh, baby,” she moaned, as I licked and sucked her nipple.

    Charlene felt me start rubbing against the top of her thigh in
    excitement. She just smiled, knowing that little boys are like that.
    She moved her leg to a better position for me, so that I could hump her
    thigh better.

    As I continued to play and suck on her nipple, she moaned with pleasure
    and her body twitched a few times. “Ohhh, honey”, she said. I could
    feel her starting to relax. “Mommy liked that so much.”

    It didn’t take me long before I came. My body relaxed as well and
    Charlene put her hand on my back holding me against her body as I
    slowly released my suction on her nipple.

    “I think this is the best way for mommy and her baby to bond, don’t
    you”, she asked?

    “Yes, mama.”

    “I think we’ll have to do this everyday, maybe several times a day, to
    form a strong bond between us. What do you think?”

    “Yes, mama.”

    We laid there in bed, our naked bodies up close against each other for
    another 20 minutes. Charlene ran her fingers through my baby fine hair
    and also over my body, feeling her new baby’s soft skin. It was natural
    for a mother to get so familiar with her child. Her love for me was
    continuing to grow, as was mine.

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