Mrs Anderson got up from the bed so that Jess could lay down. She walked over to the closet and pulled out Jess’ baby powder and one of her diapers. From her dresser drawer she picked out a nice pink top that she knew wouldn’t cover Jess’ midriff.
Mrs Anderson laid the shirt and the baby powder aside and unfolded the disposable diaper. Jess heard the crinkling and braced herself for what was to come. She was half enthralled and half mortified at the idea that she was nearly eighteen years old and about to be diapered by her own mother. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply and relaxed.
Mrs Anderson put her hand on Jess’ thigh and rubbed it. “I need you to lift your legs up for me sweetie” she said.