    She Wants Me

    Summary: 38 year old married man, asked by a friend to paint someone’s
    house. This man finds himself helping a single mother of three kids. At
    some point she flirts with him, and throws paint at him. Before long he
    has to take a shower to wash off paint, but finds this woman doing it
    for him. After, she picks out a cute outfit for him to wear. Her flirts
    cause him to become aroused enough to have an accident in his shorts.
    She finds herself taking care of a big baby.

    This story begins with myself being asked to help a friend of a friend
    paint some rooms in this house. The next morning I arrived at this
    house to start painting. It was still pretty early in the morning and
    found this woman still dressed in her sleep attire. She opened the door
    and was shocked to see her in a white lacy type robe. At the bottom, I
    couldn't help but notice the white shear stockings and spiked heels. I
    knew right away I was in trouble as I couldn't take my eyes off this
    woman. She was a tall redhead, younger than myself. I kept thinking
    about my wife and kids, but it was still hard to even talk. She
    apologized for not being dressed and invited me over to have coffee at
    the table. When I sat down, she began to fill my cup, and explain what
    she needed me to do. Over time she moved closer to me, the robe would
    just sway in the breeze of her movements. At one point it flew open,
    and she didn't even try to hide it. What I saw next was enough to make
    run to the bathroom. Underneath was nothing but a lacy bra and panty,
    with those wonderful garters that hugged her hips. I had seen this
    woman in passing before at school open house. She had a son, my son's
    age, and two teenage girls. Finally, I shook off the male motors,
    finished my coffee, and got started. Every once in a while she would
    pop in to see how I was doing. She had changed her clothes, or at least
    I thought. At one point she popped in wearing a cute top with a white
    lacy mini, and the stockings that I saw before. My head was spinning,
    as I kept telling my male organ to go back to whatever it was doing
    before. Before I knew it, it was lunch time, and dinner was served. She
    kept flirting with me, and explained she did not have a lot of money to
    pay me. I told her I didn't mind helping her out, what else was I going
    to say. She told me she knew my wife and had spoke with her earlier
    this morning. I wondered how she knew her, but I still couldn't get my
    mind off of her. At one point she put her hand on my back and told me
    to try her bagel.

    My heart was pounding, and I kept adjusting in my seat as I was running
    out of room real fast. She kept calling me her little baby, that he
    needs this and that. It was time to go back and finish, but I wondered
    how I was going to stand up now that the bulge in my shorts was huge.
    She just kept on about how cute I was and that she would love to have a
    strong man around to help out. I finally told her I had to get back to
    work and finish, and I stood up. She just burst out laughing, saying
    her little baby has a big problem, doesn't he? I looked down and saw
    this tiny wet spot on my gray shorts. I must have been three shades of
    red, and scurried away. She said, "You know what mommies have to do
    with little boys who wet their pants?" I didn't answer her, and went
    back to work. I was just about finished, and she walked in with this
    big smile on her face. Is my baby almost done soaking himself? I just
    smiled back, and played shy. Well, the next thing I knew it, she was
    throwing paint at me. Seeing her in that pretty outfit, I couldn't
    retaliate. Awww, does my baby need a change? Seems mommy needs to get
    her little baby in a nice baby bath. Well, there was no hiding the fact
    I was aroused, and if I didn't get some relief soon, I would have to
    run away. The next thing I knew, she was leading me to the bathroom. At
    one point I stopped thinking, what do I do. She just grabbed my hand
    and said "lets go little boy," and then gave me a slight tap on my
    bottom. To my surprise, there was news paper already on the floor, and
    a bath drawn. My heart was pounding so hard, I figured she could hear
    it. She began to undress me, and I panicked. She said, "Look at you, a
    mere infant who needs mommy to clean you all up." I tried to make
    excuses, that I could do it myself, and maybe she should leave me for a
    short while, get a towel, or something. She just kept undressing me.
    "Awww, are you shy?" Before I knew it, I was standing there naked,
    trying to hide my aroused condition. She slapped my hand away and said,
    "I want to see my cute little baby." I basically dove in the bath to
    escape certain embarrassment. She began to scrub the paint from my hair
    and body, paying close attention to my privates. She asked me to just
    lay back and enjoy. At one point she rubbed baby oil over my whole
    body, and next I knew she was asking baby to "come for mommy." Well, it
    was over before it began, but she didn't stop. "Mommy will be right
    back," and she returned with the smallest towel I ever saw. Somehow the
    oil must have got the paint off, and I was asked to get out to be dried
    off. She did it all, and once again began to arouse me. She told me to
    finish drying off and change into the clothes she left me in the
    bedroom. I heard her go down the stairs, and I ran into the room and
    closed the door, but no way to lock it. I looked around and found what
    she left for me to wear. It was the same white satin slip with a pair
    of white shear stockings. I thought this must be a mistake, that was
    what she was wearing this morning. Then there was a knock at the door,
    and she walked in. I backed up to the corner, and tried to cover myself
    with this little hand towel. "Why aren't you dressed?" I said there was
    nothing for me to wear, she said, "this is all I have for you." I said
    no way am I wearing this. She lunged at me, grabbed my hair and dragged
    me to the bed. Before I knew it, I was on her lap being spanked like a
    child. I couldn't believe what was happening to me, and after a few
    more, I just gave into her. My tool was rubbing against her stockings
    and I was about to blow, when she finally pushed me onto the bed. As I
    was rolled onto the bed from her lap, I found myself back on my
    stomach. She put her face to mine and whispered, " I know what is best
    for you." She then reached over the side of the bed and brought up what
    appeared to be an old pair of pantyhose. She then grabbed my hands
    while kissing me on the lips, and put my hands over my head. To my
    surprise, she was tying my hands to the head of the bed. For whatever
    reason, I didn't fight her, I guess I just gave in to the fantasy. She
    left the room for a moment, and then returned with a pile of things.
    Before I knew it, she was placing some sort of pad under my bottom. I
    asked her what it was, and she told me it was a changing pad, and I
    didn't know what that was. Next, she started rubbing baby lotion on my
    privates, and legs. Then she rolled me to my side and did my bottom and
    backs of my legs. That sweet smell and her soft hands were enough to
    send me into orbit. She returned with more things. She placed a nipple
    in my mouth, and said, "get used to sucking nipples, baby." And then
    proceeded to shake powder all over my body. Now, the smell of baby
    powder alone was enough to bring on the fireworks, but having it rubbed
    all over me just put my tool in spasm. And she just smiled at me as her
    hands just ran over my tool. She then said “it seems my little baby has
    a big problem." I said nothing, but I closed my eyes as the
    embarrassment was too much to bear. She said " I told you what mommie
    would have to do if you wet yourself again?" I made the mistake of
    asking what. Before I knew it, she had my penis in her hand, and she
    was playing with it. I tried so hard to resist her wonderful strokes,
    but found myself squirming all over. She said, "This is why mommie had
    to tie your hands." I just exploded all over, and she reached down and
    cleaned herself and me with the disposable changing pad. "I just love
    seeing you have these cute adorable accidents all over yourself. I was
    working hard to catch my breath as she started wiping me with a baby
    wipe. "It seems mommie needs to get you into something a little more
    appropriate." With that, she produced a plastic disposable diaper, and
    lifted my legs, and slid it under my bottom. "This is what mommies have
    to do with their naughty babies". Before I knew it, I was snug as a
    bug. I couldn't believe how aroused I was again! I wanted to just hide
    my face, but couldn't. And then she began to roll up those stockings in
    her hands. At this point, I think I was just hypnotized with her
    actions. She reached down, and began to try to pull them over my foot.
    I began to resist, and throw my legs around so she couldn't do it. She
    put the stocking down, rolled me over, and started spanking my diaper.
    She then proceeded to pull the stocking up my leg. The feeling of that
    stocking on my foot just drove me crazy, as she finished the other leg.
    I couldn't believe the soft texture, and found myself at boiling point
    again. She began to run her fingers up the stockings and down around
    the bottom of my foot. It was driving me crazy. At one point she just
    rested her hand over the top of my diaper. I really knew nothing about
    this woman, but I was having feelings I never felt before. Between the
    soft texture of the diaper, and the silky feeling on my legs, I was in
    trouble again, and had this overwhelming feeling of needing relief.
    "Mommy knows just what you need baby." "Don't worry, I will take good
    care of you." "These diapers will be are little secret for the time
    being, or at least until the baby sitter arrives." I began to wonder
    how long she plans to keep me, and what excuse I was going to use to
    tell my wife. She said, "Don't worry, your wife knows where you are."
    It was though she was reading my mind. I really needed to relieve
    myself soon, and found myself squirming again. She then got up, and
    left the room.

    To be continued.