Going Home

I wasn't sure about this story at first. I liked the idea, but I didn't know how well it would pan out. When I started writing it early this morning, though, I was pleasantly surprised by how it turned out. I ended up really liking it and the characters. It's different from the kind of stuff I usually post here, but it was just about all I could come up with in the really tight crunch to get everything finished before the 1st. I hope y'all like it.

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Mason opened his eyes and yawned sleepily. He looked at his side and saw the girl lying there naked in the morning sun. What was her name again? Amy? Ava? Addy! Yeah, that was it, Addy! She was fun and interesting, but it was hard to remember certain details about last night. She probably wouldn't remember his name on the first try either because they'd both been really drunk. Mason guessed that was part of the reason they ended up in bed together, but whatever. He remembered through the haze that she'd been a really good fuck. He stared at her and thought about how pretty she was, even first thing in the morning with her hair all messed up, maybe because of it. He hoped he was good for her too, but he suspected he'd been a little too eager.

Finally, she stirred and opened her eyes. "Mmm, 'morning."

He smiled. "Hey."

She looked confused. "What's your name again?"

He laughed. "Mason."

"Sorry. I was real drunk last night."

"It's okay. It took me a second to remember your name too. It is Addy, right?"

"Yeah."

"You were real fucking good."

"Yeah? Not so bad yourself, baby."

He rolled over and kissed her, and then they drew back. "Ooh, bad idea. Morning breath."

Addy laughed. "I can smell it from both of us."

"You wanna grab some breakfast?"

She sighed. "What time is it?"

He rolled over and looked at his clock. "A little after eleven."

"What?! Oh, shit! I gotta meet a friend! I don't have time for breakfast! I'm sorry, I gotta go."

"Oh. Well, can I see you again?"

"Sure. Give me your phone, and I'll give you my number." Mason handed her his phone, and she put her information in it. Then she handed it back and crawled out of bed, pausing for just a moment to admire his morning hard-on. "I wish we had time because you have a really nice dick, dude."

Mason grinned. "Then we're a perfect match. I can't wait to see you again, and then we can both get another taste."

She gave him a sexy smile before turning to get dressed. She braved the morning breath one last time to kiss him goodbye, and then she was out the door. He watched her go and, feeling turned on all of a sudden, rubbed out a quick one before taking a quick shower. He got dressed and fixed himself a little breakfast. He needed something for the trip. It was the weekend, and he was driving home to spend it with his parents. He hadn't been home in a few weeks, and despite his flourishing college life, he missed them, missed his house and his old room. Mom and Dad were expecting him, and they'd been making some preparations. As much as he hated to see Addy go, he was anxious to get on the road and get home to his parents. Luckily, the trip would only take a couple of hours, and then he'd be home.

After a late breakfast, he quickly packed a small bag and headed home. As he drove, he thought about his life at school. He was enjoying it, being on his own for the first time in his life, meeting new people, doing new things, learning, and working towards building his own life. He was only eighteen, a college freshman, and hadn't decided on a major yet, but he was thinking very strongly about going into chemical engineering. It was an interesting and lucrative field with lots of possibilities, but he wasn't sure it was what he wanted to do. He was in no rush to decide, though, since he had time to make up his mind, and that left him time to have fun. He liked to think having fun and giving his brain a break would somehow help him reach a decision, like maybe he could end up going with his gut. Or maybe one of his new friends could clue him in on the right path for him. In the meantime, it was nice to be young and free and not have to worry about much beyond classes and homework. And this weekend, there wouldn't even be that much.

Mason admired the scenery that rolled past as he drove. It was early fall, and the leaves were starting to change colors, so there was some nice scenery to enjoy. His drive went through some pretty country, anyway, so it was usually pleasant, a time to relax and listen to music while the world slid past his windows. Still, as he looked at the changing colors of the leaves, he couldn't help thinking of the changes in his life. Moving out of the house, being on his own, getting ready to get a job and be part of the adult world. It was a little scary. But that was part of the reason he was going home this weekend. He sped up a little in anticipation of getting there sooner.

He finally pulled into the driveway of his parents' house a little earlier than expected, thanks to some strategic speeding, which he wouldn't tell Mom and Dad, grabbed his bag, and jumped out, practically running to the door. They lived in a large house since his parents had money, enough that he didn't have to work while going to school. He opened the door and stepped inside, calling out, "I'm home!"

His mom appeared immediately, smiling broadly. "Hey, sweetie! How was your drive? Any trouble?"

He hugged her tightly. "Nah, everything was fine."

"You didn't have an accident, did you?"

"No, Mommy."

"Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay. Well, let's go put your bag down and get your diaper on you before you do have one. I don't want you wetting your pants."

"Otay."

Less than a minute inside the house, Mason was already being treated like a baby and responding like a baby again. On their way upstairs, they passed Mason's dad. "Hey, Mason! Have a safe trip?"

"Daddy!" Mason hugged his dad and replied, "Yeah, I didn't have any problems."

"That's good. Your mom going to get you changed?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's good too. I don't want you wetting on my furniture, little guy."

Then, just as she'd done all his life, Mason's mom took him upstairs to his nursery, took his pants off, and taped him into a nice, thick diaper. His parents had known since he was a kid that he liked to be babied, that for some reason, that was his idea of love and security. It had taken them a while to understand, but once they did, they gave him what he wanted, from time to time, anyway. As Mason grew up, he continued to need his little time, and they continued to baby him. It had been a while since he'd been home and since he'd been babied, and he'd missed it. He'd missed his Mommy and Daddy. Once his diaper was on, they went back downstairs, and the big, strong young man curled up on the couch with his head in his Mommy's lap and his padded butt in his dad's while Mom rubbed his hair and Dad rubbed his back. He sucked on his paci and watched Encanto, wondering if Addy would understand his need to be little, if he'd ever find a girl who would understand. Then he felt his Mommy stroking his hair, and all those worries drifted away as a stream of pee trickled into his diaper. All that mattered for the moment was that he was home.

The End