Even Mothers Require Supervision Pt.2 (Patreon)

**Outside Of Mommy's House**


Allison grinned like a fool as she pulled her old Nissan Altima into the driveway of her "mommy's" house. She put the car into park and turned off the engine before her smile started to falter. 


"She knew that I was coming over...where is she?"


Normally, the woman she called "mommy" would be standing by the door,waiting for her baby, ready to give her a hug and welcome her "home". But that was not the case today, which made Allison wonder if something was wrong.


'Is mommy sick? Wouldn't she have cancelled our weekend together if she was?' Allison thought as she got out of her Altima. 'Maybe I'm early or....' A quick glance at her smartphone confurmed the time. No. 'It's a few minutes past eight, if anything, I'm late.' 


The forty two year old stepped up to the front door and reached out to knock on it. She was able to just tap the door, causing it to slightly open from the force of her single knock. Allison peeked inside the slightly ajar door and noticed that the living room was already set up for her weekend: toys, stuffed animals and blocks litered the floor while a giant playpen stood proudly by the patio window..


 'Huh, that's odd. Everything is here except for mommy.'


Allison slowly pushed opened the front door and snuck in, closing the door softly behind her. 


'Mommy wouldn't mind if I let myself in.'


A coursary glance around the house confirmed what Allison had seen from the front door as she tiptoed closer to the living room. The only thing that caught Allison off guard was the faintest sounds of suckling. She entered the living room proper and turned her head towards the source of the suckling. 


A lone shaft of light that came through the patio window illuminated her mommy and a strange middle aged woman, clad in only a diaper, nursed happily from mommy's breast. Mommy was leaning back against the couch, her eyes closed as the almost naked, pudgy blond went to town on her tits. If not for the fact that it was so unexpected, Allison may have found the scene to be rather heartwarming. Her mommy looked so beautiful and powerful while the other woman appeared to be at her most vulnerable. The fact that they were both bathed in morning light only added to the beauty of the scene.


The normally easy going and fairly submissive redhead felt a fire well up in her very being. This was supposed to be HER weekend. Not some random woman who was now feeding from HER mother's breasts! It didn't take much for the adult part of Allison's mind to take a backseat as baby Ally took over.


"Mommmeeey!" Allison whined. "Why's that poopy pants baby drinking my num nums?!"


Pamela jerked away from the boob she had been nursing, totally caught off guard by the newcomer who had not only entered the room unannounced, but who was seeing her wearing only a diaper. "Mo- Wat's goin oon?!"


The middle aged blond looked up at her mommy, seeing that she was staring at the intruder. Pamela followed mommy's gaze until she too saw a short, redhead wearing a big frown. If Pamela didn't know any better, the newcomer could've been her mommy's real flesh and blood daughter. 


"Ally!" Mommy barked, her tone breaking the awkward silence. "Calm down this instant! You're scaring Pammy."


Pamela watched as the redhead pouted and rubbed her left foot over her right foot.


"But mommy. I'm supposed to be the baby! Not her!" Ally cried out.


"Yes." Mommy replied cooly. "I must've been so busy with little Pammy here that I forgot about you. But that's no reason to cause a scene, baby." Mommy cooed.


Ally glared at the blond on mommy's lap. That topless, diaper clad woman was stealing her mo- Suddenly, she had a strange feeling that she knew the woman laying in mommy's lap. Ally recognized her from somewhere but where? After a few seconds of thinking, it all came together. She had seen her before, working in the law office that her father had used, years ago, to handle her inheritance. At that moment, Ally knew exactly who baby Pammy was: Pamela Witherford, an Attorney for Edelman Law Group. 


*CLICK*


"Pammy." Ally said with a hint of venom as she held out her smartphone. "You get off of my mommy's lap before I go down to your office and tell everyone about how you spend your weekends."


Pamela's face literally turned ghost white as she sat up and quickly moved her diapered ass away from the couch.


"Ally!" Mommy screeched. "How dare you threaten your sister like that!" 


"But mommmmyyyy!" Ally pouted. "I'm your baby, not her!"


"Yes, you're mommy's baby." Mommy cooed, softening her tone. "Come to mama. That's a good girl!"


Ally's anger melted in a milasecond. The redhead walked up to her mommy's out stretched arms and was pulled in for a nice, big hug.


"I love you, mommy!"


"I love you too, baby." The matronly woman replied, giving Ally a small kiss on the cheek.


Pamela stood by, feeling rather conflicted. Should she even be standing here, watching this? Shouldn't she be getting dressed and getting the hell out of here? What about the picture? Shouldn't she be demanding that "Ally" delete it from her phone?


Seemingly, both women's minds were on the exact same wavelength because, once the hug was over, mommy stared the redhead right in the eyes and held out her hand. 


"Give me that phone, little girl or you're going over my knee." Mommy ordered.


"But you never spank me!" The bratty middle aged mother whined.


"Let me finish." Mommy stated. "If you refuse to listen then you'll not only be going over my knee, but you'll never get to spend another minute in my house. You'll be banned for breaking the contract you signed, Allison. Do I make myself clear?!"


"Crystal." 


Allison handed her phone over to mommy and watched as the firm but fair woman flipped through the gallery before deleting the compromising photo of Pamela with a single press of a button.


The domineering woman was back in control of the madhouse.


Pamela breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that she shouldn't have been so pushy with mommy earlier, but she had no clue her playmate was going to be such an utter bitch.


"Now, apologize to Pammy for scaring the piss out of her."


"I'm sorry, Pammy." Ally said, looking at the ground like a naughty toddler.


"For?" Mommy chided.


"For threatening you. I was a bad girl and should've acted more mature." Ally explained.


"Pammy?" Mommy looked at the topless blond with the huge breasts. 


"I akcewpt ur apolowgee." Pamela slurred in baby babble as drool dripped onto her bare boobs. She was definitely not used to talking without her dentures.


"Aww, isn't this so much nicer than before?" Mommy sang.


Both middle-aged mother's nodded, looking away from each other while knowing how odd this whole situation truly was. They, especially Ally, had behaved like toddlers and now their "mother" was diffusing the tension between them.


"How about my two little babies give each other a hug?"


Ally knew better than to disobey mommy. That wasn't a suggestion; it was an order.


Pamela waddled towards Ally in her massive piss soaked pamper, breasts swaying to and frow as she closed the gap. She hadn't even realized that she had peed herself until this moment.


As Pamela made her way closer to Ally, the redhead awkwardly reached forward, wrapping her arms around Pamela's naked back, conscious of the other woman's exposed, drool covered, breasts. 


"That's not a hug!" Mommy barked.


As if on instinct, Ally and Pamela pulled in close, both of their chests touching. This type of contact caused both women to shudder. Allly couldn't help herself from blushing profusely,  Pamela felt equally embarrassed. 


Mommy smiled, enjoying how the forty something year old's were squirming and blushing as they embraced each other.  It seemed comical to the matronly woman that these two women standing before her could happily suck on her nipples, but hugging a strange, topless woman was what caused them to blush.


"That's much better!" The matronly woman beamed before returning to her regular tone. 


"Now, Ally. You know that you have to be dressed appropriately before you can play with your little sister."


Allison and Pam took that as their cue to end their awkward forced hug. The redhead turned away from the diaper wearing blond and faced her mommy. 


"But mommmmyyyy." Ally whined. "I don't wanna play with her!"


"Allison!" The dominant woman barked. "I can't believe how you're acting right now!"


"But!-"


"I have never seen this kind of behavior from you, young lady!"


Pamela stood there, momentarily forgotten by the other two women in the room as she watched the ensuing power struggle. It reminded her of all the arguments that she and Olivia had fought over the years when her daughter was a young child. Had she not been standing there, in a diaper, she might've found the situation humorous. However, unlike the tantrum throwing Ally, Pamela was diapered and technically beneath the fiery redhead since she wasn't wearing a diaper.


"To think, you'll be starting preschool in a few years and this is how you act around other children?" Mother questioned."This is why you need to learn to play nicely and get along with girls your own age!"


The redhead immediately hung her head down, ashamed that she had upset her mommy. 


"Now apologize to your new baby sister!"


"I'm sowwy, Pammy."


"Ish otay…"


Pamela replied in her slurred baby talk.


"I understand that the idea of mommy having another baby might bother you. But you have to remember that mommy loves you just as much as she loves your new baby sister."


Allison nodded, not happy with what she was hearing. She knew that this whole thing was absurd. Even as a child she was never this bratty, but something inside her was not comfortable with this unexpected dynamic. The concept of having to share a mother figure was rather foreign to her due to her upbringing as an only child. After all, she really cherished her one on one time with mommy. Why Did she have to share her with some stupid new baby?


"Pammy." The dominant woman turned her gaze towards her blond "child" and pointed towards the giant mesh enclosure. "I'm going to get your sister ready for today. If your diapered butt isn't in that playpen when I return, you're going over my knee again. Understood?"


Pamela nodded vigorously and started to waddle her big diapered butt over to the playpen, not wanting to test her mommy. 


"You're not old enough to do that, honey."


Pamela instantly dropped down to all fours on the styrofoam style mat, silently cursing to herself as she started crawling forward like any other baby.


"Isn't she adorable, Ally? Soon she'll be walking everywhere like a big girl. Once she's old enough to do it without mommy's help, that is."


Allison couldn't help but wonder what age Pamela was role playing as while she watched the forty three year old woman crawl into the playpen. 


'Maybe she's at six months?' Allison thought. 


She personally preferred playing as a ten month old to a year old. It afforded her the ability to walk around while playing and kept her from hurting her knees. 

 "That's my good girl." Mommy praised Pammy as she took Ally by the hand. "Now let's get you dressed."


Allison smiled. She was so ready for this! 


Mommy pulled her gently but firmly away from the living room and down the hallway until they had arrived in the master bedroom. Allison looked around, happy to be inside her mommy's room once again. All the amenities of babyhood were there. Everything she needed: A huge cupboard of diapers flanked the wall next to her. The closet next to the cupboard was open, showing a multitude of varying babyish style dresses that awaited her within. However, the most impressive piece of babyhood themed furniture was standing only ten feet away from her; the huge crib sitting under the window opposite mommy's own bed. It demanded her attention as it towered over mommy's ornate yet minuscule bed set.


While Allison took in the familiar yet always awe inspiring sights of her mommy's room, her mommy had walked over to the bed. From the nightstand near her bed she took out a pair of women's panties, Pamela's to be precise, and sat them down on her bed. The dominant woman rested her back up against the headboard, her feet flat on the cover. 


"Allison, come here." She tapped the headboard with her fingernails, the sound echoed slightly.


"Hmm-" Allison looked away from the crib, the clacking of fingernails drawing her attention to the bed ghat that mommy was sitting on in a rather interesting manner. The way she sat with her legs spread wide and a pair of large panties perfectly placed in between them made the redhead curious.


 'Where's my diaper?'


The thought never left her lips. Unlike earlier, Allison was always respectful and fairly timid around her mommy figure. Still, she couldn't help but wonder about the giant panties that sat between her mommy's legs.


"Do you know what these are?" Mommy asked, her finger pointed down at the white panties. 


"Ummm, they're big girl underwear." Allison replied, unsure of what else she could say.


"Correct. My little Ally is such a smart girl." Mommy cooed. "They are baby Pammy's panties, but she is much too little to wear panties."


Not waiting for a response, Mommy lifted her legs up to her chest and slid up her dress, giving the redhead a good view of her own panties. 


"Mommy what are-"


"See, mommy wears panties and, I'm willing to bet that you're wearing panties too right now." The dominant woman stated with a grin that soon turned into a frown. "But you don't like wearing panties, do you?"


"No, mommy." Allison admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.


Mommy  hooked the pair of Pamela's panties on the end of her index finger and twirled them around a bit before she leaned forward. 


"I can't hear you, sweetie. I guess you must like wearing your big girl undies."


"No!" Allison blurted out.


"Oh, really?" Mommy asked, dropping the pair of plus sized panties on the bed. "Let's see what mommy has over here."


Allison watched the dominant woman saunter her way over to the cupboard that was filled with dozens of different types of diapers. If she had to guess, there was probably close to about two hundred disposable diapers stacked up and organized by brand just sitting there in front of her. Oh, how she wished she could just help herself to them all.


"Don't you wish you could wear a nice big diaper like this instead of those icky  girl panties little Allison?"


Mommy asked as she unfurled the monstroterously large disposable with the flip of her wrist and dangled it in front of Allison's face.

"Yes, mommy." Allison answered, her voice quivered slightly as she inhaled the scent of the diaper that was just inches from her nose.


"Well, that is one wish that will not be coming true if you continue this type of behavior towards your new sister." Mommy snorted and flung the diaper carelessly across the room. "If anything, I should just treat you like a two year old who has earned her big girl panties. After all, you've been acting like you're going through your terrible twos ever since you got here."


"Mommy, no!" The redhead whined. "I need my diapers!"


"There is only one way you're going to convince me that you deserve to be diapered after that shameful display of poor decision making you made with your cell phone. And I'm sure you know what it is I expect you to do."


Allison fluttered her eyelashes, trying to turn on the charm.


"Pretty please, mommy."


"That's not good enough. Show me that you're mommy's baby."


"Oh!" 


Allison smiled, her false teeth shining brightly before she started to take them out.


"Dere! Ish dat betta?"


"That's a start. Now beg mommy for your diaper."


"Weally?" 


A stern stare told Allison that her mommy wasn't joking. 


"Babeh Awwe needz her diapoos!"


Mommy couldn't help but chuckle at the pitiful way the petite forty two year old pleaded for her pampers.


"Not bad,honey. But those big girl clothes tell me that you're not going to need any diapers today."


At that moment Ally had a eureka moment. She knew exactly what she had to do!


The redhead tried not to look at the woman she called mommy so she turned to face the wall and started to undress herself. First went her simple blouse followed by her bra. As she dropped the bra she caught a glimpse of mommy staring at her in an approving manner. Goosebumps instantly rose from her skin, as did her nipples, when she made eye contact with her mother figure. 


"Keep going, baby. Once you're completely naked I expect you to prove to me that you're nothing more than an infant in need of mommy's care."


Allison nodded and quickly dropped her skirt and panties, leaving them in a small pile as she kicked them over to where the matronly mother was standing. 


"Don needum!"


The now naked forty two year old announced as she lowered herself to the floor. Laying on her back, Allison pulled in her legs and started kicking and crying like an upset baby.


"Wanna wer mai pampurs!!"


The dominant woman stared at her "daughter", who was flailing her limbs and acting like the biggest baby she had seen in years. 


"Pampurs! Pampurs! Pampurs!"


In the heat of the moment, Allison had started pissing herself, spraying urine onto the carpet. She was so absorbed in her tantrum that she had no idea what her body was doing while she acted like a fussy newborn.


"Allison Macdougall!" 


That firm voice broke Allison from her tantrum throwing trance. In all of her months of visiting Mommy's House, she had never heard the woman utter her last name.


"Stick your nose in that corner this instant!"


At that moment, when Allison got to her feet, she realized just what had upset her mommy so much; she had pissed on her carpet! The warm wetness between her thighs had confirmed as much.


To Be Continued...