Page 52 of Kiren

While we sipped our hot chocolates and admired the lights and ornaments, I got out my tablet. We did a bit of online shopping and stockings were our first priority. We oohed and awed over dozens before finally making our choice of almost-matching stockings. Mine had a reindeer on it and his sported a snowman. They both were thick and somewhat expensive, but I wanted them to be well-made. My intention was for them to last more than one Christmas.

After our hot chocolate, the real kind with milk and melted chocolate shavings, Kiren crawled into my lap and became his younger baby self. He leaned his warm head against my shoulder and began to suck his thumb. His eyes rolled up and his golden lashes swept the tops of his cheeks.

It was a late Sunday afternoon. Time for a nap, I decided.

I lifted him up. He curled his legs around me and lay his sleepy head on my shoulder.

Upstairs, I placed him on the bed. He continued to suck his thumb as he curled into himself.

“Let’s get you changed, baby.”

“Mmm.”

That sounded like agreement. I got out his pajamas and his onesie and said, “Open your eyes. Which one?”

He pointed lazily at the onesie.

“It’s warm in the house. But I insist on slippers if your legs are bare.”

He nodded.

He lay back, limp and sweet, as I undressed him all the way down to his skin. His cock was slightly hard but not all the way. What a pretty boy he was.

“Diaper, Daddy,” he mumbled.

My heart skipped a beat. Diapers on my boys excited me. I was glad he had been sharing that with me.

I happily got out the cream and powder and diaper, placing them all beside his naked body. I rubbed the cream in, taking my time with his balls, watching his erection grow.

“Daddy, that’s naughty,” he murmured.

I bent and licked the tip.

“Ohhhh.”

He hardened instantly, my hand now milking him into my mouth. The tip swelled and I went down on him. His hands moved through the air as he moaned. He erupted in less than a minute as I sucked his essence.

He lay back, his knees slightly bent. I moved between them, undid my pants and rubbed my cock all over his soft crotch.

“Oh, Daddy, look. You are naughty like me.”

“I can’t help it.” I humped his thigh.

“You’re big. I like it pressing there. Press hard.”

I handed him Brobear to hug, then frotted him until I came. I fastened my pants, cleaned him up, powdered, and put his diaper on.

The onesie went over his head like a dress. I snapped the buttons at his crotch. It was a long-sleeved onesie of soft cotton with tiny lambs all over it. His long, lean body looked divine in it.

I crawled on top of the bed, pulling a blanket over us both, and spooned him. I wasn’t tired, but I was so content I fell right to sleep, waking abruptly about forty-five minutes later.

Kiren was awake, head up and staring at me.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi, Daddy. You look so big and handsome.”

“Thank you, baby.” I felt like preening. “Ready to get up?”

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