Even Mother's Require Supervision Pt.11 (Patreon)

Allison looked directly into her daughter's eyes, not believing that her daughter had just said that she would need wipes and powder. 


The voice of the woman simply called "mommy" interrupted her thoughts as she spoke up.


"Mackenzie, you don't have to change your mother. That's my-" The older woman tried to explain before being cut off by the younger girl. 


"No, she's my mother and it's my job to make sure she's happy and taken care of. I will do anything for her." Mackenzie replied, her tone sincere and firm.


Allison was shocked that her daughter would even offer to stay in the room with her after what had happened only mere moments ago, but the fact that she wanted to change her dirty diaper was too much for her to even comprehend. It didn't make sense. "Mackenzie, let her change me. It's fine."


The younger Mcdougall looked at her mother who was obviously uncomfortable and nervous. Numerous memories of her mother being sick flooded her mind, reminding Mackenzie of all the times she had been there to take care of her mother. She remembered hugging her mother whenever she needed it after her father had left. She recalled the year her mother had a terrible flu. She had brought her water and cough medicine, but she had done more than bring her fluids and medicine. She had cooked her mother soup and spoon fed her the warm noodles and broth. Then, once her mother was fed, she had tucked her into bed and turned up the heat on those cold nights when that stubborn flu threatened jer Mother's health. She had done all of this when she was just a freshman in high school. 


With these visions of the past cementing her resolve, Mackenzie knew what she had to do. 


Ally watched as her daughter reached forward. She could feel her daughter's hand under her chin, lifting her head slightly up and making her look the girl in the eyes.


"Mom, I've always been there for you and I'm not going to let someone take care of you when I'm perfectly capable of doing what she does. Who took care of you whenever you got sick? Who has always been there for you?" Mackenzie asked before adding, "just give me a chance, mom. I promise that I can handle this."


A lone tear trickled down Allison's eye as she remembered that terrible flu that had almost taken her life, but had also forged such a strong bond between them. She was forced to contemplate just what her daughter was willing to do for her. It didn't seem right, but that was only because she was gauging it based on what was normal. Was it normal for a daughter to be so devoted to their mothers? Possibly, but in this day and age it was rare and she knew that she was lucky to have Mackenzie.


Allison had made up her mind, but she didn't know how she should answer the question. Should she speak to her daughter as her mother or like the baby she was currently dressed as? 


"I trust you, Mackenzie." The middle aged mother stated with love in her voice.


She didn't exactly want her daughter to change her, but she did trust her with all of her heart and didn't want to offend her daughter by refusing her offer to help her. 


"Thanks, mom. I won't let you down!"


Allison nodded in agreement and started shifting her weight towards the ground as she slowly landed on her knees. She didn't want to sit on her poop covered bottom or to even lay in it. Still, the middle aged woman knew that it was a fruitless endeavor because she had to lay down to get her diaper changed. With a deep breath she put her hands on the ground to readjust herself and to ultimately sit on her poopy padded bottom.


A simple squish, almost unnoticeable if you weren't listening for it, came from the redhead's perfectly toned bottom as she sat on her butt and her mess enveloped her cheeks. She sighed and laid back, ready to get out of this nasty old diaper.


"Comfortable?" 


The voice of her only child filed her ears, reminding her that the only way she would be getting out of her poopy pamper was by allowing her darling daughter to change her. She had been so focused on maneuvering around in a drooping doo doo filled diaper that she had momentarily forgotten about her daughter who was now hovering over her, eager to prove herself. 


Allison found herself feeling vulnerable as she gazed up at her daughter, unsure of if she really wanted to go through with this. She could voice her objections and hurt her daughter's feelings, but before she could even consider doing that her daughter had reached for the front of her adult sized pampers and ripped off the adhesive strips holding her huge Huggies taped together. A swift hand pulled down the thick, plastic coated garment, exposing her poop covered pussy to everyone in the room. 


"Mackenzie! Nooo!" Ally whined and quickly moved her hands to cover herself from her daughter's eyes. 


However, Mackenzie wasn't going to take no for an answer. She brushed Ally's hands away. "Don't tell me that you like your dirty diaper. Is that it?"


Ally couldn't help but blush as she shook her head from side to side. She definitely didn't like wearing a dirty diaper in front of her daughter!


"Then be a good girl and let me change your poopy butt." Mackenzie replied in a babyish tone.


Allison laid there with her hands hovering over her stomach. She wanted to be a good girl and get out of this destroyed disposable, but it was just too much. She didn't want her daughter to see her naked!


"I think I have something here that should help you feel better." Mackenzie smiled and grabbed the teething ring that laid close by. She dangled the colorful ring of plastic just above her Mother's face until the older woman was grabbing at it. 


"Mine!" The baby within Ally proclaimed as she grabbed the teething ring from her daughter's hands. She barely held her prize for more than a second before she stuck it into her mouth.


"That's my good girl." Mackenzie praised her mother who happily sucked on the toddler toy. 


With her mother entertained and distracted, the eighteen year old used her hands to push apart her mother's thighs. Keeping her legs spread wide, Mackenzie reached for the tub of baby wipes that the woman of the house had placed next to her just moments ago and grabbed one of the wipes. She took the baby wipe and ran it over her mother's pussy, which made the older woman shiver from the icy touch of the wipe.


All at once, the touch of her daughter's hand caused Ally to pull the teething toy from her mouth and shudder as she felt an icy sensation between her legs. It only lasted for a brief second, but it was enough to remind the woman about what she was feeling; a hand cleaning her bottom. However, no matter how good it felt, she had to remind herself that it was her daughter and not mommy's sinful touch.


How could she have given in so easily to her Little side? Maybe deep down she really wanted to be cared for unconditionally and didn't care who did it? Still, her mind was focused once more and it didn't help that her daughter was lifting her up by her ankles to run another wipe through her ass crack. 


"Ugghh." A moan the older woman disguised as a grunt escaped from Allison's mouth as Mackenzie gently circled her anus with the wipe.


"It's okay, baby. I'm just trying to make sure you're all nice and clean down there for your new diapee!" Mackenzie cooed while using her free hand to push a pacifier into her mother's mouth.


Allison nodded, accepting the pacifier as she braced herself for the next wipe. It was going to be a long diaper change, that much she knew for sure. 


As Mackenzie continued to wipe her mother, both Olivia and Pamela were sitting there stunned. The younger blond thought that this girl was batshit crazy while the older blond couldn't help but wonder if Mommy had brought this girl in on purpose. There was simply no way that Mackenzie wasn't a professional!


While the two Whiterford's wondered about Mackenzie, Mommy watched the eighteen year old closely. It was obvious that this was the first time the girl had ever changed a diaper, but she had to give the young woman credit for distracting her mother with the teething toy. Only women well versed in the ABDL subculture could come up with something like that. Regardless of the girl's experience with diapers, she was definitely a natural. 


"Here comes the snow!" Mackenzie proclaimed as she started shaking the bottle of baby powder over her mother's cleaned bottom.

 
Ally smiled as the familiar aroma of talcum powder spread throughout the air as it covered her shaved crotch. Her smile slowly turned into a neutral expression when her daughter started to rub the powder into her skin.


"Dun wub Id in." Ally lisped around her pacifier, trying her best not to be turned on.


Mommy and Mackenzie both laughed at her infantile response. 


"Lift your butt up, baby girl." Mackenzie ordered in a sweet voice.


The older woman lifted her hips up slightly, allowing her daughter to slide a diaper under her toned tush. She noticed that Mackenzie kept adjusting the diaper until it was positioned just perfectly underneath her ass.


"You can lower your bottom now, baby." Mackenzie giggled.


Allison did as she was told and felt her now clean bottom touch the thick pillow like padding.


"Good girl. Let's get you all diapered up."


As Mackenzie started fastening the new diaper around her mother's hips, the older woman felt a strange sense of calm and tranquility wash over her. The interior of the diaper was so soft and pleasant. It was constantly caressing her butt in an unrivaled pillow of pleasure and bulk. 


 A firm pat on the front of her diapered crotch told Allison that her daughter had finished diapering her. 


"There we go! All diapered up and ready to play!" Mackenzie said with a grin.


It was obvious to Allison that her daughter was proud of the job she did. A bit of pride welled up in her heart. 'She's going to be a great mother when she has babies of her own to take care of.' It was a weird thought to have, especially considering that Mackenzie had just changed her diaper, but she knew it was true.


"Thank you, Mackenzie. You did a great job!"


"Thanks mom!" The younger girl was absolutely glowing. 


"So, what should we do now?"



To Be Continued…


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