Even Mother's Require Supervision Pt.6 (Patreon)

"I- Uhh- It's-" Allison stumbled over her words,  struggling to find the right thing to say. Her heart sank as she failed to utter anything in a coherent manner. She wanted to explain everything to her daughter, but didn't know what to say in regards to answering her daughter's most pointed question. She literally felt like she had stepped out in front of a speeding car that was on a collision course with her.



Mackenzie could only stand still and watch her mother fight back tears until the older woman gave up, crying loudly. The eighteen year old sat frozen in place, listening to her mother's strained mutterings that turned into gasping sobs. She hadn’t seen her mother this distraught and emotional in years. The last time she had seen her act like this had been when she was a little girl, when her father had left- 'I know what I must do!'



"There. There, mommy." Mackenzie cooed in her most gentlest and infantile voice. "It's going to be okay!"



Allison barely could hear what her daughter had said, she was so overwhelmed and consumed by fear that she kept her eyes shut while lukewarm tears dripped freely down her hot angelic cheeks as she sobbed. It wasn't until she felt a warm pair of arms pull her up into a hug that her sobs weakened. The older McDougal opened her eyes, curious as to who was holding her and consoling her. She could see Mommy through her tear stained eyes, but that didn't make any sense to her. How could mommy be over there unless… Mackenzie was hugging her!



"It's going to be okay, mommy." Mackenzie cooed as her own eyes grew wet. "I love you with all my heart and if this makes you happy then I'll do everything I can to make sure that you're going to stay happy!"



The older woman felt her heart flutter as her tears of sorrow turned to tears of joy. Her daughter accepted her. Her daughter understood! But most importantly, her daughter wasn't going to leave her! What had been her biggest fear, over something that she had no control over, was now dismissed entirely by her loving and caring daughter!



"Who's a good girl? Who's my good little girl?!" Mackenzie asked in that syrupy sweet tone without even thinking.



While Mackenzie and Allison held each other, one crying while the other cooed nonsensical gibberish to the older woman,the woman simply known as "mommy" stood a few steps away, admiring the most purest interaction she had ever witnessed. Such love only existed in sappy Hollywood movies and yet, here it was; unbridled and unrestrained. In all of her years of babysitting and caring for both the kinky and damaged souls of this world, she had never seen such an incredibly genuine role reversal. Sure, some people paid her to pretend to be their daughter or mother, but to see someone's actual daughter slip so freely into the position of caretaker was rather amazing to the professional dominatrix. To think, she had offered to train Olivia to ultimately become what she saw before her. This girl, Mackenzie, required no such training or even monetary incentive to harness her inner maternal energy to care for others.



'This is going to be interesting…'



The two women held each other, one not wanting to let go too early, least she woke up to find that it had all been some fever dream borne from intense anxiety while the younger woman didn't want to let go of her mother too quickly and cause her to resume crying. Once her mother's sniffles dried up, Mackenzie gently laid her mother back down into the oversized pram and released her hold.



"I hate to interrupt, but I think we should head home now before it gets any colder." Mommy stated as she stepped forward and grabbed the handles of the pram.



"That's a good idea. Do you mind if I come along?" Mackenzie asked.



"No, not at all." Mommy replied cheerfully.



The trip back to the house was fairly uneventful. Mommy watched Mackenzie fawn over her mother, dangling toys just out of reach of the older woman while cooing babyish nothings. This lasted until they reached the end of the nature trail. Once past the tree line, Mackenzie quickly pulled up the pram's hood, securing her mother's privacy and protecting the woman from being seen by the prying eyes of the suburbanites who power walked down the streets during the now cloud covered afternoon.



"Home sweet home!"



Allison heard mommy announce in a sing song voice as the forty two year old felt the wheels of the pram roll over the door frame. The stroll home had been such a bliss filled experience that she wished it would never end. Her daughter had teased her with toys and showered her with babyish cooes. How her cheeks still burned from the hot heat of blushing. Now that she was back inside mommy’s house, she knew that she would have both her daughter and mommy's attention!



The way the day had started out, her finding mommy caring for that fat brat, how terribly things went downhill from there. Allison was certain that her entire weekend had been ruined. She had been certain that stupid bitch Pamela was going to hog mommy all to herself. However, now she had her daughter's acceptance and mommy all to herself! Things couldn't get any better!



With a jerking motion, Allison felt the pram's wheels get locked into place by mommy. A moment later, mommy pulled back the hood and Allison came face to face with her smiling daughter.



"There's the cute baby!" Allison heard Mackenzie coo.



"She sure is!" Mommy replied as she took a few steps away from the pram.. "Can you help Allison out of her stroller? I have to tend to Pamela."



Allison scowled slightly when she heard that name uttered.



"Sure thing!" Mackenzie agreed enthusiastically and stood in front of the pram with her arms out. "Hold my shoulders, sweetie."



Allison got to her knees and reached out towards her daughter's shoulders. The older woman knew that this was going to be awkward and hoped that Mackenzie had the strength to keep her steady.



"It's okay, sweetie. I got you."



The reassurance in her daughter's voice helped Allison feel secure enough to lift up her leg and take a step over the side of the enormous pram. However, before Allison's foot even entered the air, her daughter brought her hands down to Allison's diapered butt and scooped her up.



"Mackenzie! What are you-"



"Shh, I got you." The soft and gentle voice her daughter used silenced all doubt in Allison's mind. That, and it didn't hurt that Mackenzie had her safely planted on the ground only seconds after picking her up.



"How did you do that?" Allison couldn't help but ask as she brushed the wrinkles in her frilly dress out.



"You aren't that heavy mom. Remember a couple of weeks ago when you were bummed about missing out on your weekend away and drank yourself silly?"



"Ummm, yeah?" Allison replied, blushing slightly while wondering what her daughter was getting at.



"You passed out completely shit faced at the dinner table and I had to carry you to your bedroom."



"Mackenzie! Language!" Allison's voice rose an octave. "And women don't get 'shit faced' as you call it. We have one too many."



"Mom, I'm eighteen and you're standing there in a diaper." Mackenzie replied with a smirk before going on. "But, yeah, you had 'one too many' and were slumped over the table. If I left you like that, your back would've been all messed up."



"Just because I'm in a diaper doesn't mean that I'm not your mother." Allison countered.



"Fair enough. Little stinker." Mackenzie cooed that last bit.



"Hey! I don't use them for that!" Allison whined as her face went full on red.



"And thanks for helping me get to bed that night. I had wondered how I got to bed when I woke up the next day. I didn't know you cared about me so much to carry my drunken butt to bed."



"Mom, you were always there for me. Yeah, anyone else would've probably ran off or made fun of you if they saw you dressed like this, but I'm not anyone else; I'm your daughter."



"Oh, baby-" Allison wrapped herself around her daughter as the tears came. They were not tears of sorrow, but tears of happiness. She was so grateful to have such a loving daughter!



"It's okay, mom. Don't cry." Mackenzie held her mother tightly, gently patting her back.



"I didn't mean to be gone for so long, but someone had a poopy diaper and I-"



The woman known only as mommy stopped mid sentence once she saw her sobbing client hugging Mackenzie. She could only stand there and watched while flanked by the topless crawling form of Pamela. Just what had happened while she was changing Pammy's dirty diaper?



"Everything is going to be fine, mommy. I promise." Mackenzie cooed into her mother's ear.



Allison nodded slightly as she tried to hold back the tears leaving her eyes. She was just so overcome with emotion that it was almost impossible to stop crying.



"It's okay, baby. Mommy’s here!" The dominant tone of mommy's voice could be heard coming from across the other side of the living room. It wasn't harsh or anger filled. It was firm yet loving. It was unyielding and in control. It was the voice that said 'There's nothing wrong. Mommy isn't going to let anything bad happen to you'.



While Mommy walked over to console the sobbing woman, Pamela stood on all fours, fresh diaper wrapped snugly around her plump posterior. She couldn't quite understand why Allison was crying. Maybe the stroller ride had given her an anxiety attack? Either that or the strange woman holding her had something to do with-



Suddenly, when Allison stepped away, it all clicked together inside Pamela's head. The mysterious woman was obviously her daughter! She looked just like Allison!  The red hair, angelic pale skin and face made her look more like Allison's younger sister than daughter, but the resemblance was uncanny.



'That must've been who Mommy was on the phone with.' Pamela realized. 'I would probably cry too if my daughter found out I liked to be treated like- Shit. What am I going to do?! I don't want her seeing me naked in my diaper!'



Pamela quickly turned around and tried to push the bedroom door open, but it wouldn't budge. She sat up on her knees and tried the knob, but once again the door would not open to save her life. Pamela was forced to sit there like an idiot, hoping that the girl wouldn't notice her.



Once Mommy regained control over the situation, all eyes fell on Pamela.



"How come my baby is sitting there by herself?" Mommy cooed.



"Is that your youngest?" MacKenzie asked with a smile.



"You could say that. She is definitely my must immature." Mommy replied with a chuckle which quickly spread until everyone but Pamela was laughing.



Pamela frowned. Yeah, she liked to roleplay as one years old and under, but that didn't mean that she was beneath Allison or something. They were both wearing diapers and- Shit. She was topless. At least that redheaded bitch had clothes on!



"Pammy!" Mommy barked and the blond instantly stiffened. "Come over here and play with your big sister!"



The pudgy blond nodded and started crawling as quickly as her chunky thighs could take her. With the swishing of her crinkling thighs and bobbing pigtails Pamela made her way across the seemingly endless expanse of the living room. The lawyer felt so exposed and humiliated as she made her crawl of shame as it were. She knew that all eyes were on her. Both redheads and the dominant woman watched as Pamela crawled over to where they stood by the pram.



"That's my good girl. Now, Allison, I want you to take Pammy over to the playpen. Mommy and her guest have much to discuss."



Allison nodded and led her chubby rival over to the walls of the mesh enclosure where she waited until the blond stopped in front of the gate. Allison quickly opened the gate for her blond cohort and let her crawl into the soft padded floor. With a crinkle Pamela sat down and started playing with a rattle.



Once both baby women were sat on their diapered bottoms, Mommy turned to face her visitor.



"Now that the children are busy, we can have an adult conversation. Follow me to the breakfast nook."



Mommy stated before unlocking the pram's wheels. She then pushed the mother of all strollers back towards the kitchen. Mackenzie felt compelled to follow along, but kept an eye on her mother who was watching her walk out of the room.



"Make yourself comfortable. Sit wherever you like."



Mackenzie took one last look at the playpen before she walked out of the living room. She spotted a chair belonging to the table that stood outside of the kitchen. 'This must be the breakfast nook'. The eighteen year old thought as she took a seat and waited for the older woman to join her.



"That pram is so much trouble and yet so necessary." The older woman stated as she took her seat.



"Where did you even get that thing? Call me crazy, but they don't exactly sell those things at Walmart." MacKenzie couldn't help but crack a joke.



"Very astute. That thing, as you call it, was a custom order. I have a friend in Hollywood who is an absolute wizard with props."



"That makes sense. Looks like something out of a Tim Burton movie if Edward Scizzorhands had a baby or something." Mackenzie replied.



"That sounds like a terrible idea for a sequel."



Mommy answered, causing both women to chuckle.



"Let's hope Hollywood doesn't do that in my lifetime." Mommy sighed. "But I probably won't be so lucky."



Mommy cleared her throat.



"Now, I have a genuine question for you."



"Shoot." Mackenzie replied.



"Your reaction to your mother acting this way isn't normal. In fact, it's very weird." Mommy held back no punches. "Most girls your age wouldn't have reacted the way you did to seeing their middle aged mother laying in an oversized stroller with an adult sized pamper sticking out from underneath a dress that looks like it was meant for my four year old niece."



"Tell me; why did you react in such a way?"



"I don't really know. I saw my mom start crying and something just came over me. I couldn't stand to see her crying like that. She's done so much for me. She's been there ever since my dad left." Mackenzie felt a lump form in her throat but forced herself to continue. "It would be selfish of me to judge her for something that she has no control over. Obviously, it's just a harmless little fantasy. Who am I to tell her she can't do what she likes to do? It's not like she's hurting anyone or herself."



"Why do you think your father left your mother?"



The room grew deadly silent with only the occasional sound of blocks being stacked and plastic toys clacking off each other piercing the stillness of the air.



"My piece of shit father left her years ago out of the blue. I was only ten, but I wasn't stupid. Everything seemed normal, mom and dad loved each other and everything was fine. Then, for like a couple weeks before my dad left, things seemed weird. Like, he would avoid looking at her at dinner, avoid being in the same room as her when he was at home. I remember hearing him snoring in the living room most mornings before I went to school. I'm pretty sure that he was sleeping on the couch and that's when I knew that things weren't right. From what I can remember, my parents rarely fought and, if they did, they always made up before bedtime."



Mackenzie paused to catch her breath. She could never have this conversation with her mother. It would hurt them both too much to discuss this topic, but talking with this woman. This person who was as neutral as a random passerby on the sidewalk... This felt good. Mackenzie felt like she was getting everything off her chest. This must be what therapy felt like.



"Don't get me wrong, I used to love my father, but he stopped calling me around the time my half brother was born. If he had kept in touch with me, he probably would've told me about-" Mackenzie paused and then gestured with a wide sweeping arm towards all the baby toys on the ground "- all of this... but honestly, who cares if my mom likes to act like a baby? I honestly thought that my dad left due to something else. Like, since he already got married and had a kid three year after he left my mom, I always assumed that he had been cheating or something."



"From what Allison has told me, she was so afraid to tell anyone about this side of herself that she had kept it bottled up for all of her life. It wasn't until roughly ten years into her marriage that she spilled her guts to him. According to your mom, your dad was trying to find new ways to spice up their love life and when he had asked her what her biggest desire was she told him." Mommy explained, leaving out the detail of Macknzie's mother walking into her bedroom wearing only a disposable diaper much to the shock of her father.



"So she told him and he got grossed out and left?"



"I'll spare you the details, but that just about sums it up." The woman, known only by the name of "mommy", sat quietly in her chair for a moment, letting Mackenzie digest this information before asking, "Does this new knowledge change the way you view your mother?"



"Not really. I mean, fuck. All my dad had to do was probably hug my mom more and act like a dad to her when she wanted it. Not exactly that big of a deal if you ask me. I could understand him leaving if my mom wanted to be a bondage piñata or something crazy like that ...."



"I see. So, he was vanilla?"



"This is so weird…. Talking about my dad like this, but yeah. He had a pretty set routine and rarely deviated from it. Guy would work all week, take me and mom out to a movie on Saturday afternoon. Sunday was always  Church followed by a ball game during the afternoon." Allison stopped for a moment, eyes suddenly full of thousands of thoughts. "I mean, I doubt he could ever hit her since he was the kind of guy who gave her a big bouquet of flowers every other holiday with a heart filled with chocolate. Hell, even if it was part of some weird roleplay or whatever, and he had her consent, I'm certain that he would still refuse to lay a finger on her… So, yeah, I think it's safe to assume that my dad was as vanilla as ice cream in regards to… that stuff."



"Thank you, Mackenzie. That pretty much confirms what I had suspected."



"Has my mother told you anything else?"



"Your mother rarely talks about her past and I can't press her about certain things. For lack of a better word, I've sort of become your grandmother. Not in the literal sense of the word, but your mother sometimes confides in me. This is how I know about her painful separation. It is not my place to ask about her past, but after changing a woman's diaper for almost half a decade, you do tend to get curious as to why someone is the way they are." The older woman explained.



"So, my mother uses these weekends as a kind of coping mechanism?"




"Precisely. Normally, it's just your mother and I, but Pammy had to throw money at me to get a session."



"How much do you charge?"



*DING*



*DONG*



"Oh, my. It seems that my other guest has arrived a bit early." Mommy sat up from her chair. "Please, if you would excuse me for just a moment."



"Oh, yeah. Sure thing."




To Be Continued…