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Maggie and Mindy

Maggie and Mindy

Part 1

The following is the story of 18 year-old Maggie and her mother, Mindy, who in Maggie’s mind, is the most overprotective mother to walk the Earth. Mindy would always cut (and sometimes pre-chew) her daughter’s food, order for her at a restaurant (from the kids menu), make her sit in a booster seat in the back of the car and limit her to 30 minutes of approved television and or computer time (with channel blocks on the TV and filters on the internet). This, however, was just the tip of the iceberg. Even worse was her over nurturing behavior, including the fact that she still breastfeeds her daughter. Not to mention, her obsession with her daughter’s ass, or at least an obsession, in Maggie’s mind. Whenever something was wrong, Mindy’s solution always had something to do with her daughter’s behind. Being a nurse, Mindy always took Maggie’s rectal temp, gave her suppositories and enemas when necessary, and stressed the importance of these methods to her daughter. Ironically, Maggie thought, her mother was so overprotective, but was not afraid to take her daughter over the knee for a good old fashioned spanking when needed.

Like every morning, Maggie awoke at 8:00 to a peck on her lips from Mindy, followed by a gentle, “Time to wake up, sweetheart.” Mindy left their room to go prepare breakfast. YES, their room. Mindy insisted on sleeping in the same bed with her daughter, so that she wouldn’t sneak out or God forbid, be kidnapped. Plus whenever Maggie had a nightmare, Mindy would be right there to comfort and stroke her hair. After Mindy exited the room, Maggie began dressing herself appropriately for the early August weather. Only within the last year was Maggie allowed to dress herself. Prior to her senior year, Mindy dressed her. As part of a compromise, Mindy agreed to let Maggie dress herself, but she had to wear “mommy approved” clothes, as Mindy called them. Speaking of clothes, Maggie was actually looking forward to today. With two weeks left before she departs for college, Mindy agreed to take Maggie clothes shopping.

Mindy was finishing up the whole wheat pancakes when Maggie walked into the kitchen. “Good morning, sweetheart,” Mindy greeted her daughter. “Morning,” she reciprocated. “Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. Pour yourself a glass of orange juice and sit at the table,” she instructed her daughter. Maggie did what she was told, poured herself a glass of orange juice and sat down at the table. A few minutes later, Mindy came out with two plates of pancakes. She sat them at the table and the two began eating, engaging in small talk. After breakfast came the words Maggie dreaded, “Time for your milk.” “Mom. Please,” she begged. “Can’t I drink my milk from the gallon?” “No. You know this is the best way to get your nutrients. Now come on.” Mindy pulled out her breast and motioned for her daughter. Maggie reluctantly approached and lied down over her mother’s lap. Once her mouth latched on to the nipple, the glorious milk began to flow. Maggie hated and could not believe her mother still breastfeeds. At around age 14, she began to suspect that her mother got off on having her nipples sucked. While Mindy did enjoy it, to her it was not sexual in anyway. She always felt the magical bond between mother and daughter as she gave her daughter the milk of life from her breasts. After a couple of minutes suckling, Maggie was finished.

At around 9:00, the two left for the retail store. Like usual, after much protest, Maggie was sitting in the backseat of the car, barely fitting into the booster seat made for a small child. When they arrived, the embarrassment began almost instantly when Mindy grabbed her daughter’s hand and as they walked across the street. Much to Maggie’s chagrin, Mindy did not let go when they entered the store, but instead insisted on holding it so her daughter didn’t get separated from her. After what seemed like an eternity, the two women finally decided on clothes that were both stylish and “mommy approved.” Mindy even found some clothes for herself that she liked. The two took the piles of clothes (including “mommy approved” panties with cartoon characters on them) to the dressing room. Maggie was taken aback when Mindy tried to enter with her. “Mom, I can just show you when I’m done,” she told her mom. “Nonsense,” she rebutled. “It will save time.” With that, Mindy pushed her way into the changing room with her daughter.

With some hesitation, Maggie began to try on her clothes. Despite the fact that her mother saw her naked daily, Maggie was uncomfortable being in her white bra and white and red striped panties in front of her mother. Mindy reassured her daughter and Maggie proceeded to try on each outfit. Once Maggie changed back into her clothes, Mindy began to strip out of her clothes into her bra and panties. “I wanna try on this outfit,” Mindy announces. “I’ll just wait outside,” Maggie says as she heads for the door. “Not so fast. You can wait in here. I don’t want you out of my sight. You could be abducted.” “Mom,” she complained. “It’s just very uncomfortable watching you change.” “Uncomfortable? Honey, you see my breasts every day. What makes you uncomfortable? My panties? They’re just panties. We’re both women. Honey, you came out from inside of me. There’s nothing to be uncomfortable about,” Mindy rants as she tries on clothes. “Not too bad,” she declares as she looks at herself in the mirror.

At around 11:30, Mindy decided to treat her daughter to some lunch at a fast food restaurant, before returning home. After putting her clothes away, Maggie retreated to their room and read her book. Maggie was only a chapter in before she dozed off, something she rarely ever did during the day. “Maggie, wake up,” she heard as her eyes opened. “I don’t want you to not be able to sleep tonight,” Mindy told her. “Are you feeling okay,” Mindy asked as he put her hand on Maggie’s forehead. “I’m fine, mom,” she assured her. “You do feel a little warm. I want to take your temperature.” “No. Mom. Please,” she begged. “I’m too old to get my temp taken this way.” “No, you’re not,” Mindy argued. “Now roll over on your tummy!” Maggie does what she is told and rolls over. “I’ll be right back.”

A couple minutes later, Mindy enters with a baby thermometer and Vaseline. She sits down on the bed and pulls her daughter’s pants down to her waist. “Panties coming down,” she announced as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of Maggie’s panties, and pulled them down to her waist. Mindy proceeds to open the tub of Vaseline, dipping her fingers into the tub, and applying it to the tip of the thermometer. “All right, it’s going in. Just relax. It won’t hurt a bit,” she announces as she prepares to insert the thermometer. Maggie squeals as the thermometer penetrates her bottom. No matter how many times her mother insists on taking her temperature this way, Maggie never gets used to the feeling of the thermometer upon entrance. After five minutes of the thermometer up her ass, Mindy finally pulls out the thermometer. “99.5,” she reads aloud. “A little high. You stay here, I’m going to get the Tylenol.” Mindy exits and cleans the thermometer.

Maggie was about to nod off, when Mindy entered with the Tylenol suppositories. “Okay, honey. You know these will be uncomfortable, but they will help you.” Maggie asks, “Why can’t I just take pills in my mouth like a normal person?” “Because these are suppositories. They aren’t meant to be taken orally,” she told her daughter. “Well why can’t you buy regular Tylenol?” “Honey, I like giving it to you like this. It will make you feel better faster, plus this way I don’t have to worry about you choking on the pill,” she explains. “Now, enough small talk. I’m going to lube these and then they’re going in,” Mindy informs her daughter. Mindy dips each suppository in the tub and cotes it with Vaseline. She slowly pushes each suppository into her daughter’s rectum. After a couple of minutes of waiting to make sure they didn’t pop out, Mindy stands. “Go ahead and pull up your panties. I’m gonna go prepare dinner and do some housework. Why don’t you just rest,” Mindy tells her daughter before exiting. As fast as she can, Maggie pulls her panties and pants up. She turns onto her side and grabs her book, continuing right where she left off.

To Be Continued.