Ethan woke to see me staring at him. I was already showered and dressed, whilst he was nude apart from his Little Kings nappy. He'd been dozing cutely, and I couldn't help watching him, thinking about him and how lucky I was to have such a sexy son.
"Morning, baby boy."
"Morning Daddy."
"Looks like you slept well! And has someone got a little bit of morning wood?"
He looked down to see the bulge in his nappy and went red.
"Oh, er... yes dada"
"Good boy. I like a lad who wakes up ready for fun. Now, did you wet in your sleep?"
"I think I did a wee right before going to sleep Daddy."
"Such a good boy. Already doing so well with getting rid of his potty training!"
He giggled.
"You know that's going to happen more and more, right? The more time you spend in your nappies, the more you lose control. Soon, your little willy and bot-bot will have no control, you won't be able to help it!"
"I want that so much Daddy"
I took his chin in my hand.
"Me too, kiddo."
I kissed him deep, exploring his mouth with my tongue as he moaned.
"Now does someone need a nappy change?"
"Yes daddy."
"Then what do we say?"
"Um... daddy I need a nappy change"
"Of course you can sweetie."
I lead him by the hand to the kitchen table where the nappy mat lay. I laid him down, tickled his belly and opened his pampers. The air began to stink of piss as his soaked nappy opened.
"My goodness, baby. Someone really needed to go! You're soaked."
"Sowwy dada"
"Don't be sorry son!"
I pulled out his nappy from under his bum and pushed his spread legs up. I picked up a thick, hollow butt plug.
"This is going to help you with your poopoos, baby boy. It'll hold that pretty little bumhole open and you won't even have to push the poo out! It'll just slip straight out of you!"
"Yay!" He giggled.
I pushed it into his tight boycunt, which gave hardly any resistance after the pounding it took the night before.
"Now are you going to be a brave boy and suck the weewees out of your nappy while daddy cleans you?"
The next twenty minutes were spent with my tongue in his asshole, grazing over his bumcheeks, and his cock in my throat as he thirstily sucked his soaked padding, tasting all the peepee that it had absorbed.
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We walked through the double doors of Tesco hand in hand. Some people would glance our way, probably wondering why a man in his fifties was holding hands with a nineteen year old, but quickly pushed it aside and got on with their day.
"What do we need first, Dad?"
"I think we both know what isle we're going to, son." I pointed up the travellator towards the nappy isle. We walked through, hand in hand, passing all the wipes and dummies and packs of pampers and huggies and pull-ups.
"From last time, I know you definitely can fit in the largest size pampers, so we'll get you a pack of those."
Ethan flushed red, clearly nervous about people overhearring.
"Relax son, no one's listening! I mean, you're wearing one under your jeans right now, and no one's noticed, have they? Have they baby boy?"
"No Dad."
"Exactly. Now what other nappies would you like to try?"
"Huggies seem like a nice one to try?"
"One pack of pampers, one pack of huggies, we've got you a special dummy, hmmm what else?"
"Alan? That you mate?"
At the calling of my mate I turned to see a man of similar age to me, although whilst I was more of a bear, stocky and large, he was thin and wiry.
"Paul! How've you been mate?" I shook the hand of my friend.
"Not bad, just a spot of shopping with my son."
"Your son?"
I got in close and said under my breath "This is the boy I was telling you about." Paul realised with a grin.
"Ahh, this is the boy I've heard so much about! Nice to meet you sweetheart, I'm Paul."
He shook my 'son's hand.
"Paul's a special friend" I said to Ethan, raising my eyebrows.
"Are you enjoying having some father-son time, Ethan? Did you have a nice time last night?"
Ethan was flushed red, clearly nervous. I was loving hid humiliation.
"Er, yes. It was..." He laughed, like a sense of relief. "It was really really good."
"Oh that's great. It's beautiful seeing a father and son have such a lovely time."
I sniffed something.
"Er, Ethan? Something you want to tell us?"
The smell was coming from his bum. Poo.
"Uh oh. Someone have a little accident?" Laughed Paul.
"I um. I didn't realise I needed to go until..."
I grinned. The hollow buttplug had worked a treat.
"Well, there's a nappy change facility somewhere here. Could do it in there?"
"Great! I'll pay for the nappies, and let's get you fixed up."
"Can I watch?" Asked Paul.
A silence. Paul backpedalled.
"I mean, I understand if not. I can imagine you enjoy it just Daddy and son, but I'm coming to your party on Friday..."
"Why not? We'd be delighted!"
"I won't get involved, I just want to see it. Then I've got something to look forward to on Friday."
"Course you can Paul. Let's go and pay for these nappies, then we'll find that family toilet."
All three of us walked on, both holding Ethan's hand, Paul occasionally giving Ethan a pervy smile and sticking his tongue out.
Day two, and we were already climbing the ladder.
