Curveballs (Chapters from 200 on.)

8.78 Game On - Violated Protocol

I was really thankful, that she hadn't digged deeper, even though I was sure, that she already knew, she had been onto something. The thought alone made me so anxious, that I accidentally passed some gas. That was just what I needed! The door had just shut behind me with the hallway becoming quiet again, when my fart hit ^^ Luckily I had been alone again. The noisy rustling of my diapers echoed in the hall, when I quickly tried to get back to the entrance. Then another door opened on the left and I hastily stopped to kill the noise. The moment, until I saw her, took an eternity.

"Mom!"

"Hey honey, sorry I'm late"

"You are...?", I wondered, when I noticed something was odd, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it, yet. Then she even blushed. What was going on here? Then it dawned on me: her handbag. Normally she had the strap over her shoulder and wore it at her side. But in this moment she held it in front of her by the seam with the strap hanging down.

"I'm afraid I've violated my own protocol", Mom admitted and pulled the bag to the side.

"MOM...!"

"Shhhh! Not so loud!", she returned and giggled. There was a yellow stain of the size of a fist on the crotch of her white Capri pants. She quickly hid it again behind the handbag.

"Oh, I feel so sorry for you. What happened?"

"I'm still just too nervous about the job interview"

"And what now?"

"Well, I did the best I could and so we can continue with our trip..."

"You want to stay that way?"

"I dried it up so yes I guess..."

"But Mom..."

"What?"

"I'm afraid it's pretty obvious you wet yourself due to you wearing white pants. I mean there's a yellow stain...", I tried to explain and she eventually looked at it herself, before quickly covering it with her bag again:

"Oh Jesus! That didn't look as rough in the dim restroom lighting!"

Before I could say anything, she already took me by the hand and went outside. The noisy crinkling of my diapers didn't even bother her ^^ Once outside the sound was drowned in engine noises again. We went to our car and Mom opened the trunk. I thought about, what I could say.

"I'm sorry, Mom"

"Not your fault, honey", she returned scampered, while looking through her case.

"Is there something I can help you with?", I carefully asked her and she stopped and looked over.

"I don't think so, no. Your old Mom just needs to take control of her bladder like a grown-up again. My behavior is so undignified..."

"Don't be so harsh on yourself, Mom"

"You're still a kid after all and get away with many things - even wetting yourself. But as an adult in public, you simply must not just...wait a minute...maybe you can...", she began and looked for something, when I gave her one of my pads.

"Here"

"Exactly, thank you!", she shouted and hugged me.

"You're welcome"