Even Mother's Require Supervision Pt.7 (Patreon)

Olivia Witherford stood at the door of the mysterious woman who claimed to be her mother's babysitter's house. The whole thing was so bizarre to the young woman. Who would want to be treated like a baby anyway? Even though she couldn't possibly understand why her mother was doing this kind of thing behind her dad's back, the thought of being able to use this new found information to her advantage was quite tantalizing. With the mere utterance of her mother's secret, she was sure she could force her mom to give her money whenever she wanted it.



"I assume you're Olivia?"



A rather posh sounding voice yanked the blond teen away from her daydreams of cashing in on her mom's kink. Olivia focused her eyes on the woman who stood in front of her. It was kind of a let down to see that she looked fairly normal.  For whatever reason, the blond had imagined that she would be wearing latex or leather; something fitting a dominatrix. Instead, she was greeted by a woman who looked every bit the picture of suburban motherhood. Not a soccer mom, but all the random toys scattered around on the floor beyound the open door screamed "mother with a baby or toddler" to Olivia.



"Yeah, I'm Olivia. What's your name?"



"My name is unimportant for the nature of this meeting, but I am simply called "Mommy" by my clients. You may call me that or Madam. I'll leave it to your discretion." The matronly sounding woman stated in a dominant but welcoming tone as she looked over Olivia.



"Alright. I guess." 



"Now come in, come in!" The older woman ushered the young woman in. "We cannot conduct business on the porch. It isn't proper."



The blond walked past Mommy and found her eyes instantly drawn to the four foot tall mesh lined adult playpen. If not for who was inside of the playpen, Olivia would've been blown away by the oversized baby cage. 



"Owivia!" Pamela Whiterford lisped in shock as she saw her only daughter walk into the living room. The pudgy middle aged woman instantly covered herself with her arms, shielding her breasts from being seen.



"I guess the picture was for real. At least you look like how you act when you yell at me!" 



Olivia couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her mother dressed in only a diaper. Yes, it was shocking to see her mom in this state of dress, but the sheer irony of how the woman normally dressed and treated her wasn't lost on the young woman. 



Pamela couldn't believe that this was really happening to her. Olivia's laugh sounded a million miles away as her mind struggled to process what was currently transpiring. Her daughter had made a snide remark. The words were painful, but that was nothing compared to being in the same room as her while only wearing a pamper made for an adult while playing in a playpen. The very idea of her obnoxious and irresponsible daughter knowing her deepest and darkest secret shook her to her very core!



A loud, shrill sob pierced the once calm room as Pamela Witherford, aged forty two years old, began to cry her eyes out like the overgrown infant she currently looked like. 



For a brief moment, shame washed over Olivia as she watched her mother cry; not as a baby, but as a grown woman who was genuinely scared. It felt odd to see. It wasn't as odd as seeing a grown woman in a diaper, but seeing her mother cry was definitely a close second. She rarely recalled seeing the woman cry about anything. It was like she bottled up her emotions. 



A hurried figure brushed past Olivia, momentary obscuring her view of her mother. While the dominatrix, or whatever she wanted to be called, tended to her mom, Olivia noticed someone standing on the other side of the room. The other woman, who looked like she was just out of high school, watched the scene unfold in the playpen with a look of concern on her face. 



'Who the hell is that? She looks like that other chick's daughter or something.'



"It's okay, Pammy. It's okay." Mommy's voice filled the living room, trying to soothe the sobbing woman's cries as she knelt down and held her close. "I invited her here after she called me from your phone."



Olivia heard her mom struggle to reply. She hiccuped as she tried to say something. It sounded like she couldn't even get a word out of her mouth. 



"Mom, calm down. Don't fudge your huggies on my account." Olivia smirked.



"She cand be hewe!" Pamela cried out as snot dribbled from her nose, coating her chin. Mommy pulled Pamela into her bosom to sob.



"Pamela Witherford!" Mommy's strong tone demanded her attention. "I want you to take a breath and go back to playing with Ally, okay, young lady. Mommy is going to fix everything, I promise."



The older blond tried to quit crying, her sobs dying down to a mere whimper as Mommy patted her back gently. With a free hand, the woman simply known as "Mommy" waved for Mackenzie to come over. 



Olivia watched in morbid fascination as the younger redhead approached the dominant woman. 'What's gonna happen now? Is that chick going to start spanking mom or something?'



"Mackenzie." Mommy spoke in a soft tone as she tried to look up from her position on her knees while consoling Pamela. "Would you mind playing with Ally and Pammy while I speak with our guest?"



"Sure!" Mackenzie chirped, eager to diffuse the situation and calm everyone down. Even her own mother looked pained by how things were going. 



"Thanks, Mackenzie. I really appreciate your help."



"No problem." Mackenzie said as she sat down in the middle of the playpen and quickly grabbed the closest toy; a doll wearing a checkered sundress. She lifted up the doll and began to speak in a silly voice towards the sobbing blond who Mommy still cradled. "Hi there, Pammy. My name is Madeleine and it's nice to meet you!"



Pamela slowly pulled her head away from Mommy chest, her sobbing died down the moment she saw what doll Mackenzie was holding. 



"Thas nod Madelwine. Thas Nadalie." Pammy said while crawling her way over to the younger girl.



"Opps. She's Natalie. My mistake." Mackenzie smiled and handed the doll to Pammy. 



"What about me?" Ally called from her side of the playpen. "I wanna pway too!"



Mommy smiled, genuinely enjoying how well Mackenzie got along with the adult babies. It warmed her heart to see someone who had such a talent for nurturing and caring for others in such a maternal way; The girl was truly a natural. However, she did have business to attend to. She looked over at the blond standing a few feet away. The girl looked like an outcast in a foreign land. She knew talking to Pamela's daughter wasn't going to be easy.



"Now that the babies are entertained, how about we get down to business?" Mommy stated in a friendly yet professional fashion.



Olivia shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Thought you'd never ask."



"Let's talk in the breakfast nook."



Olivia walked behind the older woman while stealing a glance at the playpen. She spotted her mother playing with dolls with the two redheads. It was all so surreal. So strange. It was like she was dreaming or something. For a second she had almost thought that she was having a trip. 'What if I forgot I took acid or something and I'm hallucinating all this?'



 Shaking those thoughts from her head, Olivia walked past the kitchen and into the breakfast nook where she took a seat at the table opposite from the woman calling herself "Mommy."



"So, what's the deal here? Why is my mother like this? Why is she prancing around in pampers like a drooling dumbass?"



"Your aunt used to play House with your mother when they were both little kids. They played every day after school. According to your mother, they played those games, until she was seven."



"I-" Olivia stuttered, already caught off guard. "I guess I'll never look at Aunt Paula the same way again."



"I imagine not. Anyway, let's cut to the chase here. I'm offering you something that I've never offered anyone else; a once in a lifetime opportunity."



"Yeah, about that. I'm not exactly feeling that idea anymore."



"Why not?" Mommy asked. "I'm literally offering to train you for free and give you the tools to build your own business. I even offered you a few of my clients. What's not to like about that?"



"For starters, what even is- this?" Olivia asked, pointing towards the playpen that stood almost fifteen feet away.



"It's ABDL."



"What?"



"Adult. Baby. Diaper. Lover." The older woman stated each word slowly. "Some people want to behave and dress like babies. They are called adult babies. Others like how a diaper feels and use them in various sexual activities and scenarios. They are known as Diaper Lovers."



"So, my mom is an adult baby." Olivia couldn't even believe that phrase came out of her mouth. It sounded like such an oxymoron and yet fit her mother to a tee. She had always acted like a giant brat ever since Olivia started going to high school. 



"Yes and for lack of a better phrase, what I and your mother have is a business relationship."



"But that shit where you held her and calmed her down. That was like, like you were acting like her mother."



"I'm not always a babysitter. I am many things to many different people. To your mother, I am mommy." The older woman declared in a modest tone. Olivia could see that the woman did indeed have a certain level of power over her mother. Power that Olvia wouldn't mind possessing.



"Then, what am I supposed to be if I decide to take over for you? I don't exactly want to be my mom's mom or anything weird like that."



"I'm just telling you how things are in our relationship. You can be her babysitter or whatever you two decide. It's best to work these things out between a customer and their provider."



"Okay, but my mom hates me. Why would she listen to me?" Olivia asked.



"The whole arrangement is a bond of trust, but also a subtle dance of wills. I can tell you have a strong will and the switching of roles may be just what your mother needs. I think that your mother may grow to like this arrangement in time, but remember not to use your knowledge of your mother's fetish as leverage. Both parties understand that this is not allowed in this type of business relationship. Simply put; they don't threaten each other."



"Yeah, you say that but you're threatening my mom and kicking her out of this weird little setup you both have."



"I'm not the one who violated the contract. Your mother broke all of my rules in one day. She called me during breakfast, ignoring my no call policy at that hour and begged me to be babysat today. The only reason I even accepted her was because she offered me three times my rate just to get a spot today. Then, after I went out of my way to accommodate her, she physically assaulted one of my long time clients!" The older woman's voice rose only slightly as she ended her statement.



"That's your fault, though. Like, you should've separated their times or something. Why did you think my mom would share? She never shares anything."



"I made the mistake of thinking that two adults could tolerate each other and play nice. That's my fault, I admit that, but your mother still struck Allison and that's what ultimately has forced my hand here. She broke all my rules."



"Okay, I get that. Ignoring what my mom did to that other chick, you said she would pay me for babysitting her?"



"She'll pay me and you'll be paid by me at the end of every session in cash."



"Why would I want that? I could cut you out entirely and blackmail my mom to pay me without all this baby shit." Olivia smiled triumphantly, feeling like she had outsmarted the weird woman sitting across from her.



"You can blackmail your mother all you want, but it's not going to get you very far in life. You'll milk her for as much as she can give you and, eventually, she'll tell your father. He'll either accept her or he'll divorce her and take off. Where does that leave you? If he stays, you lose your leverage. If he leaves, you could end up on the street."



"My daddy would never kick me out!" Olivia exclaimed a bit too loudly.



"Oh, a daddy's girl, huh?" Mommy chuckled slightly, covering her mouth. "Anyway, he'll probably take care of you until he finds a new woman. Most parents, especially stepmothers, don't carry the burden of their adult children for very long."



"Shit. You have a point." Olivia groaned. "So, what am I supposed to do exactly?"



"You see that girl out there, the one playing with the redhead and your mom?" Mommy asked, pointing to the teen in the playpen.



"Yeah. What about her?" Olivia replied with a sideways glance. "She one of your trainees or something?"



"That's Allison's daughter, Mackenzie." 



"Are you serious?" Olivia blurted out. 



"Yes. She found out about her mother's little secret roughly half an hour ago." Mommy explained.



"You're shitting me." Olivia exclaimed before covering her mouth.



With this second, louder outburst, the sound of play grew silent for a moment as the women in the playpen stopped playing with their dolls. Mommy patiently waited for the sound of the girls playing to resume before responding to Olivia.



"I'm not lying. She noticed me pushing my pram around and-"



"What's a pram?" The blond interrupted. 



"It's an old fashioned stroller. So, like I said, I was pushing her mother around the block and she got curious about me. If her mother didn't sneeze, Mackenzie would've never known who was laying in the pram."



"Okay, soo… she just found out about her mom and now she's playing with her like this is all normal and shit?"



"Olivia, you're not quite understanding what I want you to see. Look at what she's doing."



Olivia returned her gaze to the girl who was around her own age. She was holding a doll, making it walk around on the surface of the playpen's floor while saying silly things in a goofy voice. If not for the two women who were twice her age, it would've been cute.



Olivia shrugged. "She's just playing dolls with them." 



"Simple things like playing games with your clients, reading them stories, preparing them meals and changing the occasional diaper is all you have to do in this line of work. It really is no different than babysitting, except with bigger babies and a bigger payout of course." The older woman smiled.

 


"Yeah, but I hate kids and I've never babysat anyone." Olivia paused for a brief moment until her eyes lit up. "What's stopping me from just blackmailing you?" Olivia grinned, going off on a tangent. "You take my mom off my hands, give her free babysitting and pay me to keep your freaky business a secret. Sounds like a win win to me."




"Take a look in the corner by the ceiling." The woman called Mommy smiled as the eighteen year old girl finally noticed the camera. "I have this entire house under twenty four hour surveillance. I have footage of your mother feeding from my breasts. I've got multiple different videos of me changing her dirty diapers. I was literally wiping her ass before you arrived. If you want to play games with me, I'll have your mother's image plastered all over Facebook, Twitter and the less explicit videos put up on YouTube before the day is through. I can destroy her career, and your family by extension, if you want to fuck with me."



 Olivia's face visibly went pale. "Geez, calm down. It was just a joke."



"Sorry for scaring you, but I don't take kindly to threats. Hypothetical or otherwise." Mommy's face remained neutral.



"Wait a minute. You're the one telling me that blackmail is bad, but you're going to use it on my mom?!"



"A woman has to be able to defend themselves from all threats. Just because I said blackmail is bad for business doesn't mean that I won't utilize it to protect myself from someone like you." Mommy explained with that same neutral expression akin to a professional poker player's face during a high stakes match. Of course, she would never put out private information on her client like that, but Olivia doesn't know that entirely.



"Yeah, but won't your other clients hear about how you narced on my mom? That would kill your business." Olivia shot back.



"Yes and no. I can always say that a hacker hacked my security system and came across the footage." The older woman said thoughtfully. 



"That might work on geezers, but not everyone will fall for that line of bullshit." Olivia folded her arms.



The woman called Mommy focused her sharp blue eyes onto Olivia's green eyes. "You know something Olivia? You're right. All I really have to do is call the cops on your mother. Have her taken out from here in a diaper and a towel wrapped around her upper body. Word will spread when the neighbors see that spectacle unfold in front of my house. Then, It's only a matter of time before everyone knows about how she spends her free time wearing a diaper and hitting strangers. A hot-headed attorney, who strikes random people while indulging in her fetish...that isn't going to look good in the court of public opinion." Mommy paused, letting that fact sink in before continuing. "Take her off my hands, Olivia. Learn a lifelong trade that will always bring in money and empower you to be your own woman."



"Fine!" Olivia sighed. "But I'm not changing dirty diapers."



"That's perfectly acceptable. Not everyone offers that service. You kind of halve your income refusing that, but then again, clients will pay whatever you charge if they believe it's worth the price. I have babysat royalty before and, trust me, you can charge whatever you want if you're services offer... everything." 



Olivia scowled. "Yeah, no thanks. That's really gross."



"Baby steps, Olivia. It is no different than when you give your boyfriend a handjob."



"How did you even know I-"



"I didn't. Your mother worries about you an awful lot. She isn't always playing baby when she is here with me you know. Sometimes she confides in me much like a person does with their therapist."



"I see." Olivia remained quiet, her mind processing this new information.



"She truly cares about you, Olivia, but you've reached that age where her caring comes off as her constantly tampering in your personal affairs, doesn't it?"



"Yeah, that might be true, but she's been such a bitch lately." Olivia replied, her voice almost  a whine.



"Olivia. She's under a lot of stress at work. That and you're dating a boy that she doesn't exactly approve of while her husband has been home five days in the last four weeks. She's doing this all on her own and she is at her wits end."



"I guess that kind of explains why she came here, but how did you know all that?" Olivia asked, genuinely curious. "I've only been dating my boyfriend for a few weeks now."



"She spilled her guts before I gave her a nice breakfast." Mommy replied.



"So you and her talked before she got dressed up like that?"



"She poured her soul out to me on the changing table. I almost felt bad for spanking her, but I had to discipline her for breaking my rules. But, to still show her that I loved her, I gave her a little treat." 



"What? Like pancakes or something?" Olivia cocked an eyebrow, not exactly sure what the woman was talking about.



The matronly woman ran a finger over her bountiful chest, tracing her maternity bra through her dress. 



"Yeah, a bit T.M.I" The blond said while pretending to gag.



"It's all part of the job, but as I said. You ease into it. Just treat her like one of your aunt's grandkids."



"I guess I don't really have any other choice." Olivia sighed. 




"Any other questions?" Mommy asked, unfolding her arms.



"Can you put my mom in a t-shirt or something? I'm not trying to stare at her fat saggy tits while I'm here."




To Be Continued...