I was a bedwetter in high school and my mother pinned my diapers on nightly. Midway through high school she began to encourage me to stop wetting my bed so I could get into a good university. Both my parents were college grads and stressed the importance of education. I was an excellent student, avid reader, and well behaved. The only problem was my bedwetting, this was long before the ADA and good universities were not open to students wearing diapers and wetting their beds. Compounding the problem was that wearing diapers and wetting myself had become a sexual thing for me beginning when I was 12 or 13 so by the time I was 16, diapers were an habitual part of my sexuality. I became aroused when my mother diapered me before bed, played with myself under my diapers before falling asleep and again in the morning when I awoke and my diapers were soaked. My mom noticed and had the talk with me about sex, masturbation, assured me that what I was going through was normal for kids my age, but also urged me to find other outlets like dating girls to help. It was during all this she also told me I might not be able to go to college if I was still wetting my bed so I needed to stop. The problem was I was so shy, afraid to ask girls out, and had become quite happy with things the way they were, mom pinning my diapers on, wearing them to bed, wetting my diapers, playing with myself. My sister had only recently stopped wetting her bed and wearing diapers and before then we played around together in our diapers at night and on Saturday and Sunday when we didn't have school. Plus my dad was traveling a lot on business and as I was older mom would diaper me after my sisters were asleep, my dad was out of town so mom would take her time with me while she diapered me for the night. Since it was so late she was often in her nighty or nightgown when she diapered me and I could see her breasts, sometimes her panties or even her pussy if she wasn't wearing panties. Of course I always had erections at that age when she diapered me, holding my pee-pee and cleaning it and my bottom excited me, sometimes she would tell me to take of myself before she pinned my diapers. After I finished she wiped, powdered and pinned a fresh diaper on and then laid down with me, rested my head against her breasts, until I fell asleep. Basically, I did not want to stop wetting my bed, I was secure and happy, and liked wearing diapers, and couldn't imagine having to give it all up for college. My mother knew how much I liked wearing diapers so eventually when I was a senior in high school, she promised me that if I stopped wetting my bed, got into a good university, that she would let me wear diapers and rubber pants when I was home on holidays as long as my grades were good. I told her I would do my best to stop and I did. Mom was good for her word and the first time I came home for the holidays I asked her if I could wear diapers again like she promised. She said yes. It had been nearly a year since I last wore diapers and rubber pants. I was so excited to be able to have them on again, go to bed in them, go potty again like I used to and play with myself until I came, just like I used to. Of course mom and my sister had stay with me and hear all about my first semester in college so we spent hours in my room. At one point mom asked if I was ready for her to diaper me. She had a huge smile, said I know I told you that you were to old for me to diaper you anymore but just this once mommy wants to diaper you one more time. My sister was smiling too, told mom she knew I'd want to be diapered again. I felt so happy to be back at home with mommy and sis, wearing my diapers and rubber pants, going potty in my diapers again and the stresses and strains from college fading away for the next two weeks. Eventually I finished telling them about college, it was bedtime, my diapers were already wet.