Even Mother's Require Supervision Pt.8 (Patreon)

"Fair enough, I'll put her into something more appropriate." Mommy agreed. "After all, I normally have her in a dress, but today has been a bit hectic to say the least."


"Thank you." Olivia looked relieved. It was bad enough that she had to even consider entertaining her mother's perversion, but having to watch her play with toys, while her breasts just hung out there for all to see, was way too much for her to handle. Olivia noticed that the older woman had stood up from her chair and walked out into the living room. The eighteen year old got up from her chair and joined the dominatrix just in time to see her in action.


"Pammy!" The matronly woman stated in a firm tone, interrupting the women playing in the playpen. "Follow me to the nursery."


The blond simply nodded and stood up from the group. She toddled the short distance to the mesh wall and began to open the gate of her infantile enclosure when Mommy instantly shot her an upset glance.


"Pamela! On your hands and knees this instant!" 


The chubby blond quickly got down onto her knees and waited for Mackenzie to open the baby gate before she proceeded to crawl out into the living room. Each movement forward caused her diaper to shift, creating a symphony of crinkles as she made her way closer to the woman she called "mommy."


"That's my good baby!" The strict woman cooed as she led her charge into the nursery. 


Olivia couldn't help but stare in awe as that odd woman closed the door The power that this woman wielded over her mother was simply intoxicating; How her mom reacted to the mere utterance of her name, how the most basic command made her drop to ground and submit to any further orders. It was all so impressive and yet shocking to see. After spending her teen years under her mother's foot, Olivia quietly smirked to herself as she realized that there was potentially something more valuable than money here to be gained.


"Don't worry about her, mom. Let's just have fun." Olivia overheard the younger redhead say as she bent down next to the older woman and picked up a doll.  "You'll get used to it."


Olivia cocked an eyebrow as she studied the mom and daughter in the playpen. Unlike the tumultuous relationship she had with her mom, these two seemed to be friends. Still, no matter how well they got along, Olivia couldn't help but stare at them like it was some kind of sideshow act. The girl closer to her own age was dressed fairly normal for a teenager; jeans and a shirt, but the woman she called "mom" literally looked like an oversized three year old that had just gotten back from a birthday party. She wore a very pink, very small dress that seemed to show off her diapers more than hide them. That and her reddish brown hair was done up into pigtails. It made her look like a giant toddler. The enormous playpen that surrounded the two women did nothing to mitigate that appearance. If anything, it only enhanced it and strengthened the illusion. 


"Isn't it nice? Just us playing together, letting our inner child run wild." Mackenzie smiled as she started playing with the doll.


"It is, but I'm feeling a little embarrassed with her here." Allison lowered her head bashfully, and pointed her toes further in.


Mackenzie recognized this behavior. She'd  seen her withdraw like this whenever she felt uncomfortable. Her mother wasn't exactly an outgoing woman, rather the opposite, but she needed to relax and accept that she was safe here.


"It's no big deal. Her mom is just like you. She isn't going to say anything to anyone about what you do." 


Olivia wanted to interject, but knew better than to open her mouth. After all, the chick wasn't wrong. She had nothing to gain by running her mouth or making fun of someone's else's mom.


"Mackenzie. I-"  Allison paused as her daughter shushed her.


"It's okay, mom. I understand you're worried, but I promise you that everything is going to be just fine." Mackenzie leaned in and gave her mom a nice hug. "Let's just have some fun with these toys, okay?"


"Kay!" Allison nodded enthusiastically as she pulled away from her daughter.


Olivia watched from the other side of the room feeling like the odd man out. The scene that had just played out in front of her reminded her of something out of a Disney movie. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy well up inside of her, wishing that she had that kind of relationship with her mom. If only her mom was that nice to her. Still, she didn't know what to do so she stood there and watched the mother and daughter play; the younger woman occasionally tickling the older woman's arms, causing the adult baby's pigtails to bounce around wildly as the forty one year old's voice returned to its babyish tone. A stream of giggles poured out of her mouth with each poke and prod. 


Allison was on her back with her feet up in the air, laughing like a child, while her daughter tickled her. It was truly unimaginable, but yet here she was, acting like she was her playmate or something. As she sat back up and grabbed her doll, the older woman couldn't help but think about how things were unfolding. She couldn't find any explanation for why her daughter was just going along with this…-this bizarre part of her, but she didn't need to question it at the moment.


It was nice to see her mother laughing again and acting more like herself. Even if she was dressed like a baby, there were things that shone through any mask she wore and Mackenzie could see that she was starting to relax again. However, whenever she got a little too quiet, Mackenzie made sure to give her tootsies a little tickle to pull her mother away from her thoughts. She seemed to have retreated into herself and was going through the motions since Olivia had arrived, but now she was beginning to open up once more by ignoring the blond newcomer in the room. 


As they played with their dolls, Mackenzie felt a flash of deja vu overcome her. It all seemed so strangely familiar to Mackenzie; playing together with her mom like this. She suddenly recalled how her mother used to play with her, just like this, when she was only four years old. It was before she started attending school and it felt so oddly comforting. For lack of any better words; it felt right. They were playing with dolls, but unlike in the past, when her mother would take the lead and make up such imaginative and whimsical stories for their afternoon sessions of play, Mackenzie was taking the lead. She was coming up with the story and simply allowed her mother to follow along as if she was just a baby. 


Meanwhile, in the nursery, Pamela stood on all fours and was trying to find her voice. She knew what she wanted to ask, but didn't know if asking would earn her a trip over her "Mommy's" lap. She simply stayed in place and watched the strict woman walk over to the closet. Seconds seemed to pass by agonizingly slow as mommy looked through the numerous shirts and dresses until the woman stopped and picked out a simple shirt. 


Mommy turned around with the infantile t-shirt and looked over at Pamela who looked like she had something on her mind even though she stood there in silence. The matronly woman knew that expression well; Pamela wanted to say something, but was too worried to spit it out. "Well, Mommy knows that look. Are you going to say what's on your mind or do I have to spank it out of you?"


A fierce blush covered the blond's face as she realized that she was going to be forced to talk. Pamela cleared her throat and did her best to keep her voice low. 


"Wha-what is she doing here?"


"Why whoever do you mean?" Mommy replied with a cheshire smile as she approached her charge.


 "What's my daughter doing here!?" 


"Who else is supposed to take you off my hands and keep an eye on you?" Mommy gave the adult baby a knowing glance.


"You're crazy!" Pamela exclaimed before covering her mouth. 


"Maybe I am, but I'm not the one who left my cell phone at home where my eighteen year old daughter could find it." 


"Wait. How did you know that I left my phone at home? Unless, Oliva-"  Pamela couldn't finish that sentence. She was simply too startled to go on.


Mommy watched the blond's eye light up as the realization that her daughter had stumbled onto her phone made itself abundantly clear to the diapered woman.


"Yes, she found your phone and called me. She wanted to blackmail you and, by a lesser extent, me."  Mommy explained as she sat the t-shirt onto the top of the changing table.


"But why invite her here!?" Pamela demanded.


"I didn't exactly have a choice, Pamela. She has your phone which contains my phone number and address. By the way, that's yet another violation of my rules." 


"Okay, okay." The blond paused, feeling anxiety start to overtake herself. "What do we do now?!"


"Pammy, relax." Mommy cooed before returning to her former tone of voice. "I'll admit that I was a bit worried at first, but I made her an offer that she couldn't refuse."


"Now's not the time to quote old gangster movies!" Pamela whined, looking ever the picture of a pouty oversized baby.


"The Godfather, you're thinking of the Godfather. And, no I didn't mean for it to sound like that, but I'm actually doing you a favor."


"How is this helping anything? How is inviting my teenage daughter over here to gawk at me in a diaper doing me a favor?!" Pamela squealed. 


"I'm taking her under my wing." Mommy replied calmly. "You always said that you wished she could hold a job. Well, with my training she will not only hold down a job, but make more money than most of her burger flipping peers."


Pamela couldn't believe her ears. 'Mommy wants to train Olivia to be a dominatrix!?'


"No!" Pamela shouted. "I'm not going to let my daughter do that for a living!"


"What's wrong with what I do for a living, Pamela?" Mommy placed her hands on her hips, staring down at Pamela. "I don't get naked in front of some camera. I don't have sex for money. I simply take care of oversized babies and clean up after them. This is your mess and, just like that diaper I changed a half hour ago, Mommy has to clean it up for you."


"But that's my daughter! I want her to have a normal job!" 


"Pamela, let's be completely honest with each other here. Olivia is the type of woman who could do anything with her life, but she expects everything to be handed to her on a silver platter. You said it yourself this morning; she's stealing money from you and doing drugs with some bad boy from the city that she's currently in a relationship with. She's at the point where she's either going to end up in a gutter or be stuck under your roof until you die." Mommy stopped briefly,  letting the reality of the situation sink in before continuing. "I'm not going to promise you anything, but I think you know me well enough to know that I'm trying to help you. I cannot fix your daughter, but if she is willing, I'll train her to be a strong woman; A woman who can be whatever she wants to be in life. I'll mold her to the best of my ability. I'll give her discipline and guidance. And help her earn the kind of money she seems to think she's worth." 


Pamela had known this woman for years and had never heard her be so brutally honest to her before. As she stood there, staring at the woman she happily called mommy, Pamela couldn't help but admit that she was right. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but she was right. 


Even though Olivia was truly a "daddy's girl" at this point in her life, she had helped create the young woman who hated her now. She used to shower her little princess with expensive clothes and toys up until she started high school. It was around her Freshman year that Pamela began to notice a change in the girl. Olivia was becoming demanding and took things for granted. She may have cut Olivia off, but four years of her husband spoiling her rotten had only made the rift between them grow. Ultimately, she couldn't possibly blame Chuck, she knew that he was so generous because he was rarely there for Olivia. Being a representative for one of the biggest corporations in America forced him to be away for weeks at a time. It was obviously his way of compensating for his absence.


Mommy couldn't help but feel awful as she watched a tear fall from Pamela's eye. If she really didn't want Olivia to learn how to be a mommy for hire then she would have to find another way to fix things. 


"You- You're right." Pamela struggled to say it out loud. The words coming out as if she was muttering them to herself in a quiet voice.


"I'm sorry?" The dominant woman was slightly caught off guard.


"If Olivia wants to do this. If you really think that this is for the best then I think you should take Olivia under your wing."


"That's the thing, I wasn't quite done speaking with Olivia, but it seems like she isn't quite sure that she wants to do this. And to make matters more complicated, Allison's daughter is a natural at this."


And just like that, Pamela felt a vein throb in her forehead. "Oh, of course that bitches' daughter is a natural at this." She said aloud to herself before continuing, "Let me guess; you want to make her your apprentice and ditch Olivia? Is that what this is all about? Just build me up one last time to knock me down?!"


*SMACK*


In the blink of an eye, the other woman had crouched down to Pamela's level and delivered a hard slap to her face, striking her across the cheek.


"Pamela! I've heard enough of that defeatist talk coming from your little mouth today!"


The blond stood there, absolutely stunned as she lifted her hand to feel the heat emanating from her freshly slapped face.


"You- you hit me!" Pamela stuttered as she rubbed her cheek. "That's assault!"


"Pamela, don't be stupid. It's stated very clearly in the contract you signed years ago, that I can strike you at any time I wish. That's my job, remember?"


Suddenly, the fire left Pamela's eyes and the blond found herself looking down at the floor sheepishly.


"I'm starting to see where Olivia gets her attitude from." Mommy sighed, looking down at the defeated adult baby who hung her head in shame. "Look, I don't really want to do this. It goes against my morals, but I have an idea." 


"What? What's your idea?" 


"I'll tell you once you're on the changing table because you definitely need your diaper changed, little lady."


The blond lawyer felt her face grow even hotter as she wiggled her hips. The diaper had grown cold and clammy since her last wetting. It was bad enough that she had been slapped, but the embarrassment of going from an adult conversation to being talked down to like the baby she was dressed as… it made her feel so utterly humiliated. Deep down, she hated herself for how much she loved being an adult baby. Now she had given this woman permission to train her little girl, in an effort to help her daughter get ahead in life, to become a dominatrix. Just the idea that she was allowing her to teach Olivia how to humiliate her was absolutely mind boggling to the forty one year old.


"On the table, Pammy!" Mommy ordered, slapping the top of the changing table with a folded up disposable. 


"Okay." Pamela heard herself respond as she stood up and got onto the padded surface of the table.  


Pamela laid back and tried to force herself to focus on the diaper change. However, her thoughts kept going back to the absurdity of the situation she had found herself in. While mommy opened her diaper and proceeded to wipe her, Pamela was fixated with how bad things had gotten with Olivia. She only wanted to get away for a day and then, once her mind was clear, she could see to fixing things, but now things were literally beyond her control. As mommy slid one of the bulky diapers underneath her ass, Pamela realized that she wasn't strong enough to help her daughter. 


'Maybe mommy is right. Maybe she can help set Olivia straight.'


A steady downpour of baby powder was poured into the interior of the diaper as Mommy studied Pamela's face. She could tell that the poor woman was struggling with the way things were going and decided to stay quiet as she tended to the diaper change. 


Never in her fifteen years of taking care of diapered adults had she ever gotten herself entangled in such a bizarre situation. Tending to that one Prince had been less bizarre and easier than this! It wasn't like the Queen had walked in on her changing him or something. 


Mommy sighed as she began rubbing in the powder to Pamela's hairless mound, applying it directly to her pussy and bottom. She watched Pamela smile and wanted her charge to enjoy her last few hours of care. However, she knew that this afternoon was only going to become even more uncomfortable for everyone involved once she went through with her plan. 



To Be Continued…