House Rules Are for Everyone

Alison is a dedicated teacher and mother, but at thirty-seven, she’s grappling with a secret that threatens her sense of normalcy: she has begun wetting the bed. Her eighteen-year-old daughter, Tara, takes drastic measures to help her mother. Believing that shaming Alison out of her accidents might be the solution, Tara offers a solution: Diapers.

Chapters!

Chapter One – House Rules

Alison woke up to the all-too-familiar feeling of wet sheets and pajamas. Once again, as she had been doing for the last month, she had wet the bed. There would be nothing wrong with it if she were a small child or someone much older, but Alison was a thirty-seven-year-old mother. Although the years were noticeable in her face and hands, her body was that of someone in her late twenties. Weight training and proper diet were her thing, something her daughter had inherited. Some people confused them for sisters, which didn’t help Alison’s ego.

Keeping her bedwetting secret from her eighteen-year-old daughter, however, had become increasingly difficult. Now that Tara had decided not to go to university and instead stay home and work a trade, Alison had to wake up earlier than usual to deal with her wet sheets and pajamas.

If anything, her issue was forcing her to get to work on time.

It was still dark outside when Alison sneaked into the laundry room, carrying the badge of shame that was her wet clothes and sheets. It was the fifth night in a row now, and she had no idea what to do. Her GP said it was temporary, that there wasn’t anything wrong with her body, so the most probable cause was stress or something in her mind.

She sighed as she watched the washing machine doing its work.

Diapers were recommended, but she was skeptical about them. They wouldn’t really fix the problem, and besides, she was sure it was due to her divorce. Once that was settled, she could go back to being her usual, confident self—the teacher all her students loved and the mother her daughter was proud of.

She must’ve zoned out because the sun was coming up and her daughter had awakened.

Alison rushed to her bedroom to take a quick shower before going to work, but midway, she was stopped by Tara, who was still looking rather sleepy.

“Mom? What’s that noise?”

“Nothing, honey. I’m just washing some clothes.”

“This early? What’s that smell?”

Alison blushed. “I can’t smell anything.” She was still wearing her pee-stained panties, barely covered by her long shirt.

“Mom,” said Tara.

“Yes, honey?”

“Did you wet the bed?”

Alison blushed even redder. “What? No. That’s ludicrous. Why do you say that?”

“You’re wet down there,” said Tara, pointing at her mother’s crotch and the obvious wet patch on her pajamas.

Alison froze.

She didn’t know why, but the tone her daughter was using reminded her of a dark time in her life when she was no older than a teen. Alison was hiding because, just like the night before, she had wet the bed and her mother wasn’t happy about it. Her heart was beating faster and faster as she heard her mother approach.

“Mom? Mom?!” asked Tara, but Alison was lost in her own thoughts, not even caring that her daughter was witnessing her shame.

Tired of waiting for an answer, Tara did the only thing she could think of. She grabbed her mother by the wrist and pulled her to the bathroom, wondering what in the hell was wrong with the woman who was supposed to be in charge of their house.

Finally, once she realized she was inside the bathroom with her daughter and her wet panties, Alison spoke. “What the… what are you doing?!” she demanded, trying to maintain an air of superiority.

“Taking care of your accident.”

“I’m sorry you had to see that, honey, but I’m the mother. I’m going to deal with it. So, can you leave so I can clean myself? I need a shower before going to work.”

There was a moment of silence in which Tara beamed at her mother with disappointment in her eyes. “Sure, Mom. But, not to be a pain in the ass, do you remember what happened whenever I wet the bed?”

Alison blushed again, nodding. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Tara smiled. “Well, in your own words, if you can’t keep the bed dry, you don’t deserve big girl panties at night. That’s what you told me, remember?”

Alison shook her head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. But, honey, please. Just get out. I need some privacy. I’ll clean the floor after I finish. Please, leave before I get mad. Besides, those rules were for you; they don’t apply to me.”

“Well, you said back then that house rules were house rules and they applied to everyone. And that’s why you forced me to wear diapers for an entire week.”

“If I admit that I remember, would you get out?”

“Sure, so long as you agree to the appropriate punishment.”

Alison chuckled. “That’s a good one. Tara, I mean it, get out.”

Tara smiled, and there was a sense of devilry in her tone. “Sure, Mom. Whatever you say, but don’t mind me calling Grandma to explain what happened and how you want to disobey your own rules.”

Once again, Alison froze. Her knees were shaking at the mention of her mother, and she couldn’t possibly conceive of having to deal with her. She could already hear it in her head: You wet yourself again? I guess some people never really grow up. Alison knew there was no way she could survive that embarrassment, and so, with a lot of regret in her heart, she answered, “Don’t. I will do it; just let me get clean, please?”

Tara nodded. “Sure. Tonight then, you will come to me before you go to sleep.”

“Why?”

“House rules, Mom. You are not allowed to change yourself. As the only one who doesn’t wet the bed, I’m the only one who can diaper you.”

Alison sighed, knowing she could fight back but it would be in vain. Alison spent the rest of the day in a haze, her thoughts constantly drifting back to the humiliating encounter with Tara. She went through the motions at work, barely able to concentrate on her lessons or her students. All she could think about was the impending evening and what it would bring.

When she finally got home, Tara was already there, sitting in the living room with a determined look on her face. Alison tried to act normal, but the tension was palpable.

“Hi, Mom,” Tara said, not looking up from her book.

“Hi, honey. How was your day?” Alison asked, her voice strained.

“It was fine. How about you?” Tara replied, finally looking up and meeting her mother’s eyes. There was a sense of malice behind her eye that Alison had never seen before in her daughter. Alison wondered what she had done to Tara to deserve this treatment. 

“It was okay,” Alison said, quickly averting her gaze. “I’m going to make dinner.”

As Alison busied herself in the kitchen, she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled in her stomach. She cooked in silence, the only sound the clatter of pots and pans. When dinner was ready, they ate without uttering a word, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. After dinner, Alison tried to busy herself with chores, hoping to delay the inevitable. 

But Tara was having none of it…

“Mom,” Tara called from the living room. “It’s time.”

Alison took a deep breath and walked towards her daughter, her heart pounding in her chest. “I guess there’s no point in asking you not to do it.”

Tara shook her head. “No, Mom. You always said that rules are rules. You need to follow them just like I did.”

Alison’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Tara led her mother to the bedroom and retrieved a package of adult diapers from the closet. Alison sat on the edge of the bed, her face burning with shame as Tara went about her task with an efficiency that only made the situation more humiliating. Alison was undressed and exposed to her daughter, her most private parts in full display. The diapering was fast, at least, as Tara locked her in her thick padded prison. 

Once her daughter had finished, Alison lay back on the bed, tears of humiliation stinging her eyes.

“It’s going to be okay, Mom. Just remember, you need to go through an entire week of dry mornings before moving onto big girl panties again,” Tara said teasingly.

Alison nodded, unable to speak. She watched as Tara left the room, closing the door behind her. Alone in the dark, Alison let the tears flow freely, the weight of her predicament pressing down on her. It was okay, though, she could do it. Just one week without wetting the bed. How difficult could that be?