Turning the Tables on Mom

Matthew and Megan Davis were frustrated. Their mom Amanda treated them like little kids, despite the fact that Matt was now 18 and Megan was 17. They were grown up! They didn't need her setting rules for them, telling them what to do, reminding them of things, and explaining things they didn't need explained. Moms tended to be like that, but theirs had gotten worse since their dad died a few years ago. Now, she acted like they were still babies, telling them things they already knew and expecting them to do every little thing she said.

It all came to a head one night when Matt came home two hours later than his curfew. Curfew! He couldn't believe that at 18 years old and as a high school graduate, she still expected him to follow a curfew!

"Where have you been?!" she demanded when he finally got home. "Why didn't you text me? Or even answer my texts?!"

Matt shrugged and said, "I was a little busy having fun. What's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong with that?! I expect you here at a certain time, mister! You may be 18, but you're still my son, and as long as you live here, you're going to follow my rules!"

"Your rules are bullshit! You treat me like a little kid! I'm old enough to stay out later if I want!"

"And what if I needed you here? Did you ever think of that? There are things around this house that need to be done, and I expect you to pitch in and help do them!"

"I do! I take out the trash and stuff like that!"

"SOMETIMES. Most of the time, I have to do it!"

"Why shouldn't you? You're a housewife living off of what Dad left you! You don't have a job, so why shouldn't you do most of the housework?"

Amanda's eyes bugged out in shock over what her son had just said to her, and she lost her temper, reaching up and slapping him across the cheek. "How dare you talk to me like that?!"

"How dare you hit me?!" Matt retorted, rubbing his cheek. "I can't even talk to you right now! I'm going to my room!"

She started to stop him but changed her mind, deciding they both needed some time to cool down.

Megan met him upstairs and said, "I heard the yelling. She's really on the warpath tonight. She yelled at me for not cleaning my room. I was gonna do it later, but that wasn't good enough for her."

"I can't take this anymore! She fucking slapped me!"

Megan looked shocked and said, "I'm sorry. She had no right to do that."

He replied, "She has no right to do any of this! We're grown-up now! She can't keep treating us like little kids!"

"I know! She just doesn't understand! She doesn't know what it's like to be adults who are treated like babies."

Matt cocked an eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth turned upwards into a slight grin. He said, "You know, that gives me an idea."

A few days later, Amanda came home from a shopping trip and had just put away her purchases when she turned and bumped into Matt and Megan. "Oh, shit! You guys startled me! What's up?"

"We want to talk to you, Mom," Matt replied.

"Okay, what about?" Amanda asked.

"About the way things are around here."

The looks on their faces told Amanda this would be a long conversation, so she sat down on her bed. "Okay, fine. I'll listen, but then you guys are going to have to listen to me."

Matt snorted and grinned a bit at that, saying, "We'll see." He and Megan stood opposite her, and he got right to it. "Mom, you treat us like we're little kids. You try to make us follow your rules, you talk to us like we don't know anything, you tell us stuff we already know. You don't realize we're adults now and can do things on our own, and it really sucks. We're not babies, Mom, and you have no idea what it feels like to be treated like babies. So, we talked about it and decided to show you."

"What?" Amanda asked with a blank expression. She didn't understand what he was getting at.

"We decided to treat you the way you treat us."

"So, what, you're going to treat me like a baby?" Amanda laughed. "I'm your mom; you can't do that."

"Yeah, we can. We're both bigger and stronger than you, and we outnumber you, so we can do whatever we want. Lay down."

Scowling now, she looked at her son and said, "No! You're out of your mind, and you have no right to talk to me like that!"

"Fine. We'll do this the hard way. Megan, get the stuff."

He practically lunged at Amanda, grabbing her arms as he sat down beside her. She was quite a bit smaller than he was, so he was able to maneuver her fairly easily. Amanda realized what he intended when he pulled her across his thighs, holding her down with one hand, and she started struggling to get free.

"Stop! You can't do this! Let me up!" she cried.

Matt yelled back, "I can do anything I want! It's time you learned that! Stop struggling!"

He grabbed at her jeans and started pulling them down. She thrashed and wriggled to get loose, but he held her fast, finally pulling her jeans and underwear down and exposing her bare ass. He brought his hand down with a stinging slap, and Amanda yelped in pain.

"No! Let me go! You can't do this!" she yelled.

"You don't tell me no! You don't make the rules around here anymore! I do! This is for hitting me the other day! See how YOU like it!" He gave her three more spanks in quick succession, harder this time.

She cried out in pain, "OW! You're hurting me! Stop!"

"It's supposed to hurt! That's how you learn your lesson!" He kept going, slapping her ass roughly until her tone changed.

"Please stop! That hurts!"

He asked, "Are you going to stop talking back and do as you're told?"

"Matt, this is crazy! I'm your mother! Let me up and--"

He swatted her a few more times and said, "Are you ready to be good now, or do you want me to keep going?"

"I-- I'll be good," she said, her voice breaking as she started to cry from rage, embarrassment, and pain.

"Good. Now, let's get your pants off you."

"What are you going to do to me?!" Amanda asked in fear.

"Just gonna make sure you're properly dressed," he replied with a glance up at his sister, who was standing a few feet away with a large disposable diaper in her hand.

"What?! You can't be serious," their mom exclaimed.

"We are. You're going to see what it's like to be treated like a baby, right down to the diapers." Amanda fell silent and continued to cry as Matt stripped her pants off and unfolded the diaper. He had her lift her ass so he could slip it under her, and then he sprinkled a generous amount of baby powder on her crotch. As he taped it up, he said, "Keep it on. If you take it off without our permission, you'll get another spanking. When you need to go, you're to use your diaper. Understand?" She could only nod in agreement, embarrassed into silence. "Good. Now, let's get you some dinner," Matt said.

He led her to the kitchen, where Megan had started cooking dinner: chicken, mashed potatoes, and asparagus. Matt sat Amanda down, handed her a large sippy cup, and told her to drink it all down. Obediently, she picked up the cup and tasted its contents: water. It took her several minutes to empty the cup, during which time Matt helped his sister. By the time the water was gone, dinner was ready and on the table. Amanda reached for her fork, but Megan stopped her, "Ah, ah! No! That's not for babies!" She took the fork from her mom's hand, cut off a bite of chicken, and offered it to the shocked woman. Immediately getting the picture, Amanda opened her mouth and allowed her daughter to feed her. Her two kids took turns after that in between their own bites, offering her bites of food, sometimes mixed together, and she had no choice but to take them. This took quite a while, and before her plate was empty, her bladder was full. She remembered what Matt had told her about this, so she didn't even say anything about it. She just relaxed her bladder and let go. It took a couple of minutes to do this because she hadn't intentionally peed in her pants since she was a very little girl. But once it happened, she felt a gush of warm piss in her crotch that quickly began to soak up into the padding. She shifted in her chair a little, feeling the sodden weight in her crotch, and she wondered how long it would be before her kids discovered she'd wet her diaper.

As it turned out, it didn't take long. Megan reached down and squeezed the plastic-covered padding, feeling the squish, and said, "Uh-oh, she made a pee-pee in her Pampers! Don't worry, sweetie, mommy will get you all dry again after your bottle!" Amanda was then forced to lie with her head in Megan's lap and drink milk from a large baby bottle. When it was empty, Megan patted her back, causing her to burp. The poor woman was then forced to submit to having her diaper changed by her own daughter. Once the dry one was taped on, they had her pose on the rug for pictures, the infantile designs on the plastic around her hips not at all hidden by her T-shirt. After they'd gotten more than a dozen shots of her in various poses, they sat down with her and started rolling a rubber ball back and forth as one might do with a baby. After a little while, Amanda started to feel pressure in her gut, quickly followed by cramps. She automatically grabbed at her abdomen, rubbing it to soothe the pain.

"Looks like her bottle's doing its job now," Matt said. Amanda heard him and looked up in surprise, realizing they'd spiked the milk they fed her with a laxative. He asked her, "Do you need to go poo-poo, Mandy?"

"Aw, I bet she does need to make a poopie," Megan said. "It's okay, baby, you go right ahead and go messy in your diapie. That's what babies do."

"Please, guys," Amanda said, fighting back tears. "Don't make me do this. Please, I won't treat you like little kids anymore. I don't want to shit in this diaper. Just let me go use the bathroom."

Matt's expression turned dark as he said, "You're wearing your bathroom, and if you use potty language like that again, you'll get another spanking. Now, be a good little girl and use your diaper like you're supposed to!"

The tears flowed as Amanda gave in, raising up off her ass a bit, and let go, exploding into her diaper and filling it with warm, mushy poop right in front of the two kids she'd birthed and raised. They laughed at the sight of their mom messing her diaper as the mass expanded in her crotch and spread across her backside. When she was finally done, they had her lie down, and the two of them cleaned her up. As they wiped the shit off her, she flashed back to all the times she'd done the same for them when they were little, and she cried, red-faced, at the humiliation of having them do it for her.

Deciding to try to change their minds again, she said, "Matt, Megan, I'm sorry I treated you guys like little kids. You're not little kids, you're all grown up, and you don't need me to take care of you anymore. I swear I'll never do it again. Just please end this and let me go!"

The kids looked at each other questioningly. "Think she's learned her lesson?" Megan asked.

"Yeah, I do," Matt replied. "And it's easy to see why. Treating her like this works. It's taught her the right way to behave. That's why I think we should keep her like this. That way, she'll remember to be good and treat us with the respect we deserve."

"That works for me," Megan replied.

"No! No!" Amanda sobbed as they lifted her ass off the carpet and laid a fresh diaper under her. She began to wail as they taped the diaper on. Megan popped a large pacifier into her mouth, and she instinctively began to suck it as the full weight of her new life came down on her.

The End