Even Mothers Require Supervision Pt.3 (Patreon)

The next half hour her view remained the same as she stared at the wall. She was in corner time, a punishment she rarely found herself in. While she counted the intricate fibers of mommy's wallpaper, the sounds of her mommy cleaning up her accident filled the room. Occasionally, mommy would leave the room and the redhead would hear her coo to Pammy who would gurgle back in baby talk. Needless to say, Allison was very jealous of the babyish sounds that came from the living room. How envious she was to be the one receiving that praise, to be the one giving that joyous baby babble back to her mommy.


After what seemed like an eternity in that corner, Allison was finally pulled out from facing the wall and led by the ear to the changing table. She whined and winced as she was dragged along, trying to match her steps with mommy's, as they neared the large table.


"Please!" The redhead cried out in pain. "I'll be good!"


"I don't know if you can be good. Ever since you stepped foot into my house you've been acting up." Mommy explained, releasing Ally's ear from her iron grip.


"I just wanted to be your baby." Allison spoke in a sad voice.


"And you are." The stern woman stated in a warm tone as she looked right into the redhead's green eyes "But mommy has other babies and you'll just have to share me today."


"Dun wanna!" Ally pouted as she crossed her arms over her bare chest and stomped her foot.


"You will play with your sister and you're going to like it!" The dominant woman barked.


"Fine!" Allison sighed like a petulant child.


*SLAP*


The sound of mommy's hand hitting the padded surface of the changing table caused the bratty forty two year old to stiffen her posture.


"Now hop on up so mommy can get you all nice and snug in your diaper."


For the first time since walking through the door, Allison smiled. It was a genuine smile, one of happiness and joy. She was about to be diapered and cared for by her favorite woman in the whole world. Allison hopped up onto the table with the energy of a woman in her teens. She wanted this. She needed this!


"Good girl." Mommy cooed and proceeded to grab the supplies she would need from underneath the surface.


Allison watched mommy dig through the cupboard, searching for the items she needed. Every few seconds the mature woman's hand would place a new item onto the top of the changing table. First was the talcum powder, then a tub of baby wipes and last but not least; a thick all white disposable diaper. Finally, after almost an hour, she was going to get some one on one time with mommy.


'No stupid Pammy butting in or distracting mommy!' The redhead thought to herself as she grinned.


"That's my baby girl!" The matronly woman beamed. "I love seeing your lovely little smile."


Allison felt her heart flutter. Without prompting, she scooted her hips back and brought up her legs until they were bent, exposing her bald pussy. How vulnerable she felt in that position and yet, she knew that mommy was going to make everything so much better. The redhead watched in anticipation as the strict but loving woman she called mommy unfurled the giant diaper. Normally, Allison would've lifted her hips off the table, but she didn't because she wanted mommy to do it. Mommy obliged without saying a word, Allison felt mommy's hand wrap around her petite legs. In an instant she felt her butt lift off of the cool padding. While her perfect posterior was suspended off the table, mommy slid the extra strength diaper underneath Allison.


"Hold still, baby. Here comes to snow."


With experience only earned from changing an adult's diaper, the mature woman grabbed the bottle of powder and thoroughly covered Allison in a generous coating of talc which sent big clouds of powder swirling around the smiling mother. The petite mother's head felt fuzzy as she breathed in the familiar scent of babyhood. It always baffled Allison. Why was it that intoxicating smell got her so excited? The redhead simply laid back, her feet resting on the table as mommy patted the sickeningly sweet powder all over her ass with a powder puff.


Allison laid there, basking in her mommy's attention. It was a bliss that few could understand, save for maybe actual babies. If Allison had to sum up what it was that kept her coming back for more, it was the feeling that… that you, and only you, were the center of someone else's world. Sure, on some subconscious level, diapers also made her horny, but nothing else compared to this moment; the moment she lowered her guard and let someone else care for all of her needs. During these days at mommy's house: She wasn't a mother. She wasn't an adult. She simply was mommy's baby. She was the center of someone else's world for once.


The feeling of being tightly taped up into a thick diaper pulled Allison from her thoughts. She found her hand sneaking down to pat her swollen plastic covered crotch as mommy walked over to the closet. With her distracted, Allison found herself slowly, but firmly rubbing her diaper. A slight moan escaped from her lips and she started to grind her hips against the table.


"My little baby better not be doing anything naughty behind mommy's back."


Allison instantly stopped and sat up. She did her best not to look guilty as mommy returned holding a gaudy bundle of fabric. The redhead recognized the light pink frilly gingham dress and blushed. Just the sight of it was enough to make even a preschooler embarrassed. Unlike modern moms, or even herself when Mackenzie was a baby, mommy prefered to dress her charges in elaborate and decadent clothing that no baby had worn since the fifties. Allison may not have been able to remember her first babyhood, but she was almost one hundred percent sure that she didn't wear anything like these infantile dresses when she was an actual baby.


"Oh you and Pammy are going to look so adorable in matching dresses!"


And just like that, Allison's smiled had turned into a scowl. 'So that's what mommy was doing when I was in timeout. Dressing that stupid bitch up to be my twin?'


Mommy sighed when she saw her baby frowning.


"Don't be fussy, Ally."


Mommy ordered as she pulled the ornate dress over her redheaded adult baby's head.


Allison didn't want to upset mommy, but she wasn’t about to be happy about sharing mommy. So, she simply sulked as she dressed. A few seconds later, Allison was helped down from the table led out into the living room.


"Stop dawdling, Ally!" Mommy barked as she slapped the back of the redhead's exposed thigh.


Allison yelped in shock from being slapped on her leg. Mommy normally was never this stern, but the redhead had a sneaking suspicion that Pamela was to blame for this. Speaking of the tubby blond, she spotted her new nemesis wearing the exact same thing as her when she looked up from the floor!


The sound of an angry mommy caused the pudgy blond to perk up. Pamela gazed through the mesh of the playpen to see what was making mommy upset. Suddenly, she saw that bitchy redhead from earlier being led by mommy right towards the playpen. 'Ugh, she's wearing the same thing as me!' Despite being dressed as oversized infants, the blond was filled with annoyance. It was so embarrassing. It was like when two women show up at a party wearing the same outfit!


The two mothers were giving one another a death stare, glaring at each other, both wearing frowns. If not for the fact that they were both diapered and toothless, one might expect a cat fight to break out.


"Knock it off you two!" Mommy’s stern tone broke the awkward silence.


Both middle-aged moms muttered their apologies to mommy.


"Now listen here, Pammy. You've been a perfect angel all day. I don't want you acting up because you have to share your toys with Ally. Understood?"


Pamela nodded, her pigtails swishing as she bobbed her head in agreement.


"And you." Mommy turned her harsh gaze at Allison. "You've already ruined my carpet and behaved very poorly towards your sister. If I so much as hear an angry word leave those lips, you'll be spanked and sent packing. Do I make myself clear?"


"Yes, mommy." Ally said softly as she looked down at the floor like a naughty toddler.


"Good!" Mommy smiled and helped Allison over the large rail of the playpen. "Now you two be good."


Not wanting to look at her new sister, Pamela watched mommy walk over to the couch and take a seat. It was like she was watching them, waiting for one of them to slip up. Pamela stole a quick glance over at Allison and noticed that she too was looking at mommy.


After a minute or two of silence, the maternal woman finally spoke up. "I don't hear you two having fun…"


Taking that as their que, the middle aged mothers quickly grabbed the closest toys and began to play. Allison had grabbed a set of plastic keys and, after shaking them for a few seconds, decided to suck on them. While she was doing that, Pamela shook a giant baby rattle.


"That's a good start, but I don’t hear happy baby babble."


Allison started uttering babyish nonsense in an effort to appease her mommy. As she babbled, she realized that she had to pull the keys from her mouth since they were getting in the way. Slowly, she moved the drool covered plastic keys away from her mouth which created a long line of spittle bridging the gap between her mouth and the infantile set of keys. With her mouth free from obstructions, each bout of babbling caused her to drool from her toothless mouth.


Pamela simply made a show of shaking her rattle while saying "Goo goo, gaga."


"Isn't that much better?" The dominant woman cooed, pleased by the symphony of idiotic gibberish. Both girls could see her smiling at them from across the room.


"Yeth, mommy!" Allison lisped. "Dis fun." She added from around the set of large plastic keys that she had pushed back into her mouth.


Not wanting to upset mommy, Pamela nodded and spoke up. "Yeah, me having fun too."


Buying Allison's act, mommy got up from the couch and walked past the playpen.


"Mommy is going to prepare you two some nice babas of formula. I'll be right back."


Waiting until mommy had left the room, Allison lowered her keys and stopped acting.


"Why are you even here?" The redhead asked plainly, barely hiding the venom that dripped off of each word.


Pamela cocked an eyebrow and spoke in almost perfect English "I'm hew for the same exact reason you're hew."


'Damn lisp.'


"No duh, I would've never guessed that we both like to be pampered and treated like babies." The redhead stated in a sarcastic tone.


"Hardy har har." The blond shot back.


"Couldn’t you have booked her for next week or something?" Allison asked, growing annoyed.


"You have no idea what I have to deal with every day." Pamela spat out.


"Look, I understand that maybe you're stressed out or something, but that's no excuse to butt in on my time with...mommy."


Allison had trouble saying that last word. It was definitely impossible to sound tough or threatening when you say "mommy" to anyone.


"On top of practically running that damn Law Firm, I've got the daughter from hell! She's dating some delinquent from the city, against my wishes, and he's probably got her smoking pot!" Pamela explained as her face grew red. She never meant to spill her guts like this, but she did.


"Oh, are you a single mother too?" Allison wondered aloud. She was starting to feel bad for her earlier behavior.


"No." Pamela sighed. "When he's not away on business, my husband is practically giving my spoiled daughter anything she wants."


Something within Allison snapped.


"You have a husband and you still complain about your daughter?!" The redhead exclaimed before lowering her tone.


Pamela was about to reply, but she was instantly cut off by the fiery redhead dressed like an overgrown two year old in her Easter best.


"My husband left me to raise my Mackenzie ALL on my own. I've had to crawl out of the gutter after he left me with nothing because of my fetish!"


"I'm sorry to hear that bu-"


"No. You have no one to blame but yourself if your daughter is as bad as you say she is!"


"How dare you say that!" Pamela fumed. "I have a full time job and do my best with my daughter. Unlike you, I didn't inherit all my money from my daddy!"


"You bitch!"


*SLAP*


A sickening slap caused time to seemingly come to a standstill. Both angry women stared at each other in disbelief. Pamela Whiterford sat frozen, shocked that she had struck the other woman. It took Allison a moment to come to her senses, but when she did, she did the only thing that came to mind.


"MOOOOOMMMMMEEEEEEYYYY!!!!"


The redhead cried at the top of her lungs like a baby.


"What's going only out here?!"


In an instant, the stern, domineering woman marched out from the kitchen and rushed over to the bawling forty two year old.


"Mommy! Pamela hit me in the face!!!"


"But mommy, she-." A quick cold stare from mommy caused Pamela's excuse to die on her tongue.


"My poor baby!" Mommy cooed to Ally as she bent over the railing of the playpen and brought the sobbing woman in for a hug.


"I didn't mean to." Was all the blond woman could muster as she watched Allison cry uncontrollably.


"I just can't believe you, Pammy." Mommy stated in a firm voice as she held Ally. "I tell you both to behave and you end up hitting your sister?!"


"But she called me-"


"No buts!" Mommy roared. "I'm tired of this nonsense!"


Allison cried louder at that.


"Does- does that mean-....do I have to go….home?" Allison asked in between sobs.


"No baby." Mommy whispered. "I'm going to separate you two."




To Be Continued...