Even Mothers Require Supervision (Patreon)

"I'll be right back, gotta grab my bud." The nineteen year old, Olivia Witherford grinned to her boyfriend as she got out of his old Honda Civic.


"Sounds good, babe. I'll text Joey that we need some Swishers."


Olivia nodded, and made her way up to her parent's two story suburban McMansion. The house was your typical suburban house, but only more expensive due to the fact it was located inside "Coral Cove"; an exclusive gated community that had its own Golf course.


The young woman slowly pushed open the front door and stepped over the threshold. Normally she wouldn't be so secretive, but her dad was out of town which meant that she had to watch out fof her-


"Olivia Ann Witherford!" Came the annoyed voice of her mother, Pamela Whiterford. The much older woman had a good fifty pounds on her daughter, but it was all situated in the right places. Her breasts strained against her dress shirt, barely hidden from sight, as the forty three year old woman sat up from the couch. "You've been seeing that boy again, haven't you!? 


Olivia sighed as she walked the short distance to the living room. "What makes you say that?" 


"Don't play dumb with me, young lady. I heard that piece of junk coming here from over a mile away!"


"Whatever, mom. I'm just going to hang out with Oscar and a few friends up on the ridge. It's no big deal." 


"No, it is a big deal! I sit here, worried about you driving around in that death trap all night. Not to mention what the neighbors must think every time they hear you get dropped off. Seriously, it sounds like an old, busted vacuum that's about to explode!"


"I wouldn't have to drive around in that thing if you hadn't talked daddy out of buying me a car for my birthday!" 


Pamela's eyes narrowed as her frown lines became more pronounced. It wasn't like she didn't take care of her face, but she was at that age where time was slowly starting to show itself.


"Do you think you really deserve a car after dropping out of community college? How ashamed that made me and your father feel, but that big hearted man still wanted to spoil his little princess with a car." Pamela sighed. "If it was up to me, I'd have given you ten swats on your dumb little ass for every thousand dollars that car would have costed us."


"Ugh. I'm not dumb, mom!" Olivia shot back.


"So, let me take a guess. You just wanted to fail every class and look like an idiot?"


"That's so fucked up! How could you say that about me?" Olivia felt her voice rise as she shouted at her mom.


"Because I didn't raise a delinquent!" The forty three year old shot back. "I tried my best. I set curfews. Hired tutors to help you get good grades. I got you into soccer and paid for flute lessons! I've always tried to keep you out of trouble by setting strict guidelines since your father was always away on work when I needed him most. Then you turned eighteen and started this little bullshit rebellious phase of yours!"


"I'm not a kid anymore and this isn't a phase!" Olivia shot back.


"So, I can expect to see you for the next twenty years everyday? Living under my roof and eating my food?"


"Look, I am trying to find a job, but-"


"You can't even keep a job mopping floors at Burger Star! How are you supposed to be productive when you get fired from every job you've had this year?!"


"Maybe because I want something more out of life than mopping up dirty floors, you ever think of that?" Olivia questioned.


"How do you expect to find a good job when you don't have anything positive on your resume? When I was younger than you, I already had made numerous contacts from my years of babysitting after school and got a job as secretary of-" 


"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Secretary of Edelman Law Group. I've heard this story a million times before, mom." Olivia rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to change diapers just so I might get lucky and get a job answering phones!"


"Ughhhh, I don't even know what to do with you anymore!" Pamela groaned. "One of these days, we're going to have a very serious talk." 


"Good. So I can go now?" 


"Yes. You can go straight to your room!" Pamela declared in a no nonsense tone.


"You're such a bitch." Olivia shouted as she walked away from her mother and made her way up the stairs.


Once Pamela heard her daughter slam her bedroom door, she sat back down and sighed. "That girl is going to be the death of me!" 


Eyeing her half sipped glass of red wine, the middle aged mother leaned forward and took another drink. She then waited until she heard Olivia's boyfriend take off in that loud hunk of junk. "Finally! I need this so bad right now."


Reaching into her purse, the forty three year old woman fished out a rather large and uniquely designed custom pacifier. She kept it with her at all times, for situations like this, when she needed something to soothe her soul. Many a smoke break were spent with the buxom blond sat in her office, door locked, while she slurped on her pink paci in privacy. She let the infantile object dangle from her right index finger while she pulled out her dentures with her left hand. With her dentures sat on the table she pushed the big bulb of her binky home, letting her mouth go to work. A steady rhythm soon developed as she slurped on it, sucking it in and out while the large ring on the pink pacifier occasionally clacked against its mouth guard. 


'I'm so stressed out. I have to try and get a spot tomorrow.'


**On The Other Side Of Coral Cove**


"There will be no, what?"


"No boys or anyone here but me." Mackenzie Macdougall repeated in a droll monotone. 


"Very good, Mackenzie." The forty two year old, Allison Macdougall cooed condescendingly at her eighteen year old daughter. 


The young redhead sighed, annoyed with how her mother was treating her. It had been five of her friends and no one else! By the way her mother was acting, you would've thought that she had hosted Coachella or something!


"While I'm gone, I don't want a repeat of last weekend. There will be no raging parties in this house ever again, do you understand?"


"But it wasn't even a party!" Mackenzie argued.


"The neighbors told me differently. The driveway was filled with cars and there was a bunch of people talking over loud music in the backyard."


Mackenzie grimaced. Maybe the music was a little louder than it should have been, but the driveway could only hold two cars!


"I was only hanging out with some friends. We didn't even drink or anything stupid like that!" Mackenzie explained.


"And that's why I trust you enough to leave you home alone this weekend. I could've gotten you a babysitter if you had really been bad." Allison MacDougall chuckled.


"Mom!" MacKenzie whined. "Don't even joke about that! I'm eighteen years old for crying out loud! I don't need a babysitter anymore!"


"I know, sweetie." Allison smiled, her red bangs framing her angelic face as she gazed through her daughter as if she wasn't there. Her thoughts shifted away from the serious conversation and filled with visions of what awaited her at her weekend retreat.


Unlike most women her age, she still looked young enough to be mistaken as her daughter's older sister. Sure, the early years had been tough on her and Mackenzie. Losing her father to a heart attack and husband to divorce. The previous year, had really taken an emotional toll on the forty two year old, but inheriting his company on top of his rather generous life insurance policy had cushioned the blow, monetarily speaking. With this added money, she had bought a new home in the illustrious Coral Cove private community outright in cash, and she had already set aside enough money to send her daughter off to an accredited college next year. 


However,  her expenses weren't purely domestic. While most people would've bought a brand new car or gotten dental work, her teeth had fallen out years ago due to poor oral hygiene and smoking, Allison had done no such thing! She saved every cent, only spending what she needed on food, gas and the utilities. Of course, her weekly excursions down the street weren't exactly a "needed" expense, but she treated it like a trip to a therapist. Oh, how she couldn't wait for tomorrow!


"Earth to mom!" 


The all to familiar voice of her only daughter broke the forty two year old mother from her thoughts.


"I'm sorry, sweetie. Was just thinking about tomorrow." Allison sighed, a dopey grin on her face.


"What do you even do every weekend anyway?" 


The question was a valid one. She had never thought to explain to her daughter just what it was she did every single week. Sure, her daughter was now an adult and the world was becoming a much more open minded place, but that didn't mean that she should tell her anything.  What if it drove her away like it did to her husband?!


"It's just a spa, sweetie. How do you think I keep myself looking so youthful?" Allison giggled at that last word like it she giving away a bit too much information.


"Maybe next weekend I could come with you?" MacKenzie asked. Even though her mother could be a bit annoying, sometimes bordering on stupidly strict like how she had to deal with a babysitter until she was fifteen, the younger Macdougall really did love her mom. 


"I'll have to think about that, honey. It's an adult place."


"What? Like do you guys have sex out there or is it some kind of weird bondage bed and breakfast?" MacKenzie arched an eyebrow.


Allison's face turned ghost white, making her already pale skin look alabaster. 


"Where did you even hear about that sort of stuff?" The forty two year old asked, thoroughly surprised by how seemingly knowledgeable her daughter was.


"Saw it on Vice TV." The younger redhead stated nonchalantly.


"Well, I can assure you that no one is being tied up or anything like that." Allison affirmed.


"Then why can't I go?" 


"It's pretty booked up. Don't think there's an opening until next year." The older woman replied. It wasn't exactly far from the truth. 


"Fair enough, I guess. But I'm gonna go with you one day." MacKenzie asserted.


"Sure, sweetie. Now get up to bed, it's past your bedtime."


"Fine." MacKenzie groaned as she turned away from her mother and walked up to her room.



***The Next Morning***


"Yes, I know it's short notice." Pamela whispered, paranoid that her daughter could be listening even though it was just after dawn.


"I know you're booked up, but-" Pamela was interrupted by a stern matronly tone that caused her to mentally shrink.


"It's been months! Just let me have an afternoon!" Pamela begged before lowering her tone. God how pathetic she sounded. "Please! I'll pay triple your rate!"


Pamela listened for a response, the silence eating her up inside. All she wanted was an afternoon to relax. How hard was that to-


"Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The forty three year old sounded so childish and excited.  "I'll be right over!"


Pamela sat down her phone and started to get ready for the day. It was going to be a day she would never forget.


**Meanwhile, At The Macdougall Residence**


"Now, if you need anything, just call. But I might not be able to immediately call you back, but I'll try my best." Allison explained.


"Everything will be fine mom. I'll probably just watch YouTube all day, maybe go for a walk later."


"That sounds great, sweetie." Allison sighed internally.


"You have a good time, mom!"


"Thanks sweetie! Before I forget, here's a little money for a pizza or whatever you want for dinner." Allison opened her purse and handed her daughter two Andrew Jacksons.


"Thanks!" 


"No problem, baby. Now give your mother a hug!"


The two redheads wrapped their arms around each other for a moment, the older McDougal squeezing her daughter before releasing the teen. With everything seemingly taken care of, Allison hopped into her old Altima and slowly pulled back out of the driveway. She couldn't help but smile when she noticed that Mackenzie was waving "bye" to her. Sure her daughter did give her trouble sometimes, but Allison knew she was a lucky mother to have such a good girl.She hated lying to her daughter, but one thing Allison knew was that if anyone found out what she did every weekend, they would think she was crazy. 


"Ugh, I should ask to be punished for lying." 


Even though her daughter had guessed bondage the night before, she wasn't too far off the mark, Allison thought. Here she was, going to someone else's house to pay another grown woman to basically wipe her ass and babysit her all weekend like she had been doing for the past year. But each weekend was such an incredibly therapeutic time for her! Ever since she was a child, she had been yearning to experience being cared for like a baby. It was one thing to chat with people online, to roleplay, but to actually be put into diapers and forced to communicate in babyish gibberish while suckling on a pacifier was a high that no drug she had ever tried topped. To quench this desire that she had been hiding since her childhood was better than sex itself, but as the months passed, she found herself craving it more and more. 'Maybe I should have mommy come move in with me once MacKenzie goes to college?'


***Roughly A Block Away***


"But mommmmyyyy! My butt hurts!" Pamela whined like a petulant child as she was forced to lay down on a grey blanket. 


"No butts except for yours on that blanket, baby!"


"Yeth, mommy." Pamela lisped as she did as she was told. Her whole body naked with only a big white diaper to cover her shaved pussy and plump buttocks. The diaper provided some cushion for her sore, red ass, but it was also so large that it forced her legs apart, making her cheeks cry out in pain.


"Bring your feet together and suck your thumb!" The domineering woman, only known as mommy, ordered.


The pudgy blond did as she was told, her chubby thighs parting, but her feet coming closer and closer until they touched. She then brought her thumb to her mouth and gave it a tentative slurp.


"Suck your thumb like you mean it!"


Pamela pouted and wrapped her lips around her thumb, getting it nice and wet as she worked on it. The big digit brushed past her gums as she sucked on it. That was one thing mommy always did that made her feel extremely babyish, she took her dentures and forced her to do everything without teeth.


That's it! There's my good girl!"


*CLICK*


"Mommeh!!!" Pamela cried from around her thumb, surprised and a little frightened that her mommy would just take her picture in such a compromising pose.


"Oh,hush. Do you want to go back over mommy's knee again?"


Pamela closed her eyes and went back to sucking on her thumb. At least she was getting her day as a baby. It was a little rougher than she'd like, but it was so worth it.


*CLICK*


"I think that's enough pictures. Time to feed the baby."


The overbearing forty three year old turned big baby quivered on the blanket, knowing exactly what mommy had in mind. She removed her fingers from her mouth as she was forced to sit up and crawl over to where her mommy had taken a seat on the sofa. Each shuffle of her big bottom caused her diaper to crinkle as she inched forward towards the couch.


"Up here, sweetums." Mommy cooed.


Pamela found her chubby body awkwardly climbing up the small sofa before she ultimately laid down on the cushioned surface, her head positioned directly under mommy's large breasts. 


While not as big as her own, they were big enough to make her feel babyish. As she stared at the massive mammaries, Pamela realized how long it had been since her last feed. Months. Literally months had passed since her last feeding. Subconsciously, the forty three year old mother knew that she had been using her pacifier as a coping mechanism, as a way to imitate this sacred activity.


"You going to stare at them all day?" The voice of mother asked her in an annoyed tone. 


"Noo." Pamela replied in a childish manner. Her face showed her embarrassment in the form of a blush. The idea that mommy thought she was staring at her breasts mortified her. God, how she missed this feeling!


"Then get to it. My baby should know what to do. Drink your num nums." Mommy cooed.


Pamela's blush grew darker. It was one thing to be ordered to suck another grown woman's tits, like she was a mere infant, but to be talked down to in such a motherly tone only served to remind her of her position in this relationship. 


The middle aged mother took the engorged nipple into her mouth and started to suckle on it, her lips firmly wrapped around the large nub. With each pump of her lips, Pamela could taste the slight hint of something sweet starting to bead on the salty surface of the areola. On the fourth suckle, Pamela felt a warm squirt of creamy milk spray into her mouth, bringing her tastebuds to life. How she had craved this taste! It was far more decadent than any organic milk and a bit too sweet to be confused with milk that came from a cow. Simply put, it was delicious!


After the first taste, her lips had worked themselves into a rhythm, suckling in steady bursts that granted her a decent stream of milk. The rich substance continued to flood into her toothless mouth, flowing over the ridges of her gums and into every crevice and divot that had once been home to a tooth. What a poor substitute her pacifier had been.


"That's a good- girl." Mommy praised in mid gasp, seemingly surprised by the ferocity that the middle aged mother exhibited while she continued suckling off of her breast.


Pamela had unintentionally flicked her mother's nipple with her tongue. The forty three year old's mouth had just done it automatically. But regardless of intent, something beyond words compelled Pamela to do it again. Each gentle flick caused the nipple to react, squirting out even more milk as it grew even stiffer than before. Pamela was happy to swallow this extra milk, and continued to absentmindedly tease the nipple in her mouth. Each flick caused it to leap to attention, spurting out even more thicker and richer milk for the middle aged mother to lap up with her tongue.


While Pamela drained her first breast, mother had moved in to run her fingers through Pamela's dyed blond hair. She smiled down at her forty three year old baby as she started to cradle the back of Pamela's head in her hands, forcing the middle aged mother to latch into to her other breast.


"Over here, baby. Mommy needs you to suck on this one." 


Pamela shifted her head and quickly found the new nipple. It was in this brief interruption of her suckling that Pamela realized how the weight of her mother's oversized mammary pressed down on her face. It was such a unique feeling. 


As she laid back, head cradled in her mommy's hands as she resumed her feed, she seriously felt like she was in the safest place in the world. Everything felt right. Everything felt natural as she laid there and allowed her most infantile reflexes to take control. She wasn't even thinking about much of anything while she eagerly drank her fill from her mother's breast. It was as it was meant to be. Nature had taken over.



To Be Continued....