MISTRESS ISABELLA - ITA 497 PEE & POO POV for my son/ roleplay MUMMY go to work....
I am Mistress Isabella, a successful businesswoman with a hectic schedule. Today, I have an important meeting that could take my career to the next level. As I prepare for the meeting, my son enters the room. He's always been quite the handful and today is no different.
"Mommy, I have to run out," I say to him, my tone stern but tired. "I have a really important business meeting. Please make sure you do your homework while I'm gone."
"Special request, Mommy," he says with a devious grin. "Can I borrow the deccolete?"
I raise an eyebrow at him, confused. "The deccolete? What do you need that for?"
"Well, you know...," he begins, his face turning red. "I have this... umm... action figure collection..."
It suddenly dawns on me what he's referring to. The deccolete was a lingerie set that I wore at a fundraising event last year. It left very little to the imagination with its sheer material and lacy detailing.
"Absolutely not," I say firmly. "You're not even old enough to understand the meaning behind that kind of thing."
But my son pouts and begs, promising to be good and do his homework without fussing. In the end, I give in, hoping that this won't be a decision I regret.
As he runs off to his room, I hear the sound of Velcro tearing as he opens the deccolete's storage case. A shiver runs down my spine as I think about him fiddling with the delicate fabrics and exposing the intricate design of the lingerie.
I quickly make my way to the bathroom to relieve myself before leaving for the meeting. As I stand there, my mind wanders back to my son and the deccolete. I should have known better than to let him play with my undergarments.
Suddenly, the unthinkable happens. I feel a warm rush between my legs, and then the realization hits me – I've peed myself! I'm mortified, but there's no time to change now. I hurry out of the bathroom, grabbing my purse and keys on the way.
As I drive to the meeting, I can't help but feel embarrassed by what's happened. Not only had I peed myself, but I was also worried about what my son might be doing with the deccolete. I shudder at the thought of him seeing me like that and using it as inspiration for his twisted little fantasies.
Once I arrive at the meeting, I try to focus on the task at hand, but the discomfort between my legs is distracting. I hope this won't affect my performance or the outcome of the meeting.
As the hours pass, my mind wanders back to my son and the deccolete. I can't help but picture him wearing the garment, his tiny baby fat forming soft curves under the sheer material. My face turns red again as I remember how much attention he got from the other moms at the park yesterday when he was playing without a shirt on.
Finally, the meeting ends, and I return home, exhausted but relieved that it's over. As soon as I walk in the door, my son runs up to me, eagerly showing off the deccolete he had given some creative liberties. I want to be mad at him for disobeying me, but I can't help but laugh at how adorably he's posing in it.
"Look, Mommy!" he says excitedly. "It looks funny on me, doesn't it?"
I bite my lip to keep from laughing. "Yes, honey, it does look funny," I reply, trying to sound stern. "Now put it away and get ready for bed."
As I head upstairs, I can't help but feel a twinge of pride in my son's creativity and resourcefulness. Despite the messes he gets into, he always manages to entertain me in some way. And in the end, that's what matters most as a parent.
The evening passes, and I settle down for bed, exhausted but content. As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but think about my son, grown up and no longer needing me to change his diapers or wipe his bottom. But even then, what would he be like? Would he still find enjoyment in wearing my old lingerie or playing pee-pee games? Only time would tell. And deep down, I wouldn't have it any other way.
