Bedwetting for Mothers Love -- (Author) BloncoCraven

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Author: BloncoCraven
Timestamp: Jul 13, 2025 at 3:47 AM
Content: Chapter 1:

What's up! I'm Autumn Carver, that's right, daughter of Christi Carver the actress from all those slasher movies back in the 80’s. She still has a career now and it takes her all over the world and she leaves me here. I'm kind of a party girl, growing up in a house with no rules has been epic. I do what I want when I want and my mom's not even around to see it.

It's May now, which means the end of the year will be happening soon and all of my friends will be graduating. I turned 18 back in January, but I'm still in 10th grade. I'm not stupid or anything, just our district has rules about missing too many days and I skip school a lot. I'm worried about next year, because I won't know anyone. I think the school’s gonna feel lonely.

But the good news is my mom's movie just finished filming so she'll be back to spend the summer with me. Until the September Press tour starts. It'll be nice to see her again. Being alone is fun, but I miss her when she's not around.

I floated aimlessly in the pool, on my back looking up at the sky. My teel bikini barely covering anything. “Numb from fear, pain from boredom. My life is an infinite circle of torment.” I thought to myself as I lifted my head out of the water.

I heard a car door slam. “Oh my god she's here!” I got out of the water as fast as I could and ran out to the driveway. “Mommy!” I shouted as a joke and ran toward her for a big hug.

“Nope.” She said, putting her hand on my forehead, “You're wet.”

“Come on, we haven't seen each other in months, mom.” I did my cutest pouty face. “Not even just a little hug?”

“Baby this is Chanel. We don't get designer wet.” She grabbed her suitcase and brought it inside. I followed her in. She went into the kitchen and opened the pantry. “Fruit loops, granola bars, pop tarts. Don't you buy any real food with that $1000 grocery stipend I send you every month?”

“No, I spend most of it on weed these days.” I admitted.

“Don't tell me that, I'm your mom.” She said, offended “But I'm a cool mom, so I guess that's fine. I'll have Douglas pick you up some fruits and vegetables.”

“Ugh, not Douglas. Douglas is so creepy.”

“He was my first personal assistant back when I still lived here. He's a good man.”

“He asked me for feet pics at my 18th birthday party.”

My mom cringed. “That's bad, I'll have Jazz look into that.” she said.

“ooo. I like Jazz, can Jazz bring me fruits and vegetables?”

“You know Jazz travels with me sweetheart.” She patted me on the back “Eough.” She said as she shook the pool water off her hand. “Where do you keep your weed? Mommy wants to have some hot tub time.”

“OO! I'll go get some and I'll join you!”

“Great, I'll change.”

My mom and I went upstairs to our rooms and I grabbed my weed and rolling papers. I ran downstairs and opened up the hot tub. A bunch of steam came out. It always took my mom a while to change clothes so I decided to roll some joints. I managed to get three rolled before she came out the sliding glass door.

A stunning Beauty in a black bodysuit. Four laces tied in butterfly shapes up the back holding it in place. Her long black hair, now in a messy bun. With her makeup off her face now showed her age. Though for a late 50’s woman she really looks early 40’s.

“Here we go darling. If you wanna hug me now, you can.” She said, with a reluctant tone and smile.

I ran up and hugged her. Despite me being fully grown I was still only chest height to her. I think my lack of nutrition has really stunted my growth, although I still have curves in all the right places. I know I'm 5’2 and her Wikipedia page says she's 5’8. She hugged me back and I squeezed her tight. The hug went on for a little longer than she wanted it to because she nudged my shoulder to get me to let go.

We walked over to the hot tub and my mom stepped in. “Oh! Nice and hot.” She grumbled.

I grabbed a joint and lit it with a BBQ lighter. Then I climbed in too. I took a long drag off the joint then handed it to my mom. She took an even longer one and like that a quarter of it was gone. “Wow, cuf, that was a, cuouff, good one.” I said, trying to stifle a cough.

“Yeah. I needed it.” She relaxed into the hottub, it didn’t look like she was struggling at all. She took another drag then sent it back to me.

“So how was your trip?” I asked.

It was alright. Bali this time of year. You know.”

“I’ve never actually been to Bali.”

“No? I’ve never taken you?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Hm.” She shrugged, barely reacting.

We sat, puffing for a while until the joint came to my fingertips. I went to put it out in the hot tub water and my mom grabbed it from my hand. She somehow dematerialized it while in her mouth. With no burns or anything.

“God damn, my mom is badass.” I thought.

I could feel myself starting to pass out from the summer heat and hot tub combined. So I got up to get out.

“As long as you’re out sweetie, can you get mommy a glass of Leroy?”

“Oh, sure.” I said as I was drying off. I went inside and into the kitchen. I squatted down into the wine fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine. Mom always kept expensive wine in the house. I wasn’t technically allowed to drink it, but I always did and nobody said anything. I popped the cork and poured us both a glass. Then I brought them out to her.

“You’re having a glass too?” My mom asked.

“Yep.” I said.

“Alright.” She took the glass and took a gentle sip.

I took a big swig of mine. I sat on the stairs to the hot tub area for a couple of hours. I drank three more glasses of wine and so did my mom. We laughed and joked and carried on.

“Remember when I was a kid and you used to do those puppet shows behind the bed to get me to put my socks on?”

“No, but that sounds adorable.”

“You were so funny.”

“Yeah, those were funny days.” A silence hung in the air. “I’m sorry I haven't been around much. My career-”

“I know.” I interrupted, “It’s important to you.” I smiled at her. “I’m just glad you’re back for the summer.”

“The summer?” She asked. “I’m just here for two weeks, I have the press tour coming soon.”

My face dropped and my heart sank “What? I thought that wasn’t until september.”

“No, baby, it ends in september.”

I started to well up in tears. “And then you’ll be back?”

“No because then I’ve got Superman.”

“Oh, ok.” I stood up and left before she saw me cry. I ran to my room and fell on my bed and started to really cry. I was quiet so she wouldn't know. “This house is so big and empty.” I whimpered.

Eventually I changed into pajamas and I cried myself out and fell to sleep…

When I woke up in the morning I felt cold and wet. A distinct smell I hadn’t smelled in years permeated the room. I touched the mysterious liquid on my sheets and brought them to my nose. “aw shit. I peed the bed.” I thought. I didn’t know what to do, I’d never done laundry before, Kathy our maid alway did my laundry. “Kathy won’t be here until thursday.” I thought.

I went to my mom’s room and knocked on the door. I got no response so I walked right in. My mom laid there with a strange contraption on her face. Red lights and strange noises came from it in random sequences.

“Mom, hey mommy.” I said.

She jolted awake, removing a switchblade from her robe sleeve. “Don’t try anything, dirt bag.”

“Mommy, mommy please! It’s me Autumn.” I cried out as she held it to my neck.

She removed the mask and got a good look at me. “Oh sweetie, oh sweetie come here. She pulled me into a hug. “Why do you smell like pee?”

I cringed at the thought of telling her. “I wet the bed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh, it’s ok sweetheart. We’ll figure something out. Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll call Jazz. I’ll lay you out some clean clothes.”

“Ok. Thank you.”

“No problem and it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Just too much to drink.”

I went to the bathroom and pulled down my soaked shorts and tossed them in the tub, then I peeled off my shirt which was wet in the back and threw it in the tub. I stepped into the shower and turned it on. As I waited for it to heat up I looked at myself in the mirror. “This is pathetic.” I thought, “I’m all alone in highschool and I’m all alone at home, now I’m wetting the bed.” I stared at my hair, long maroon and silky and twisted my body around to look at everything. “This body, I’m so beautiful, but so alone.” I thought, “I should take care of it.” I stepped in the shower as the steam rose and felt the hot water hurt and then feel good as I relaxed into it. I cleaned myself off with water first, then went at it again with soap and a face cloth.

I stepped out of the shower and realized I didn’t grab any clothes to change into. I dried myself off then thought for a minute. “Maybe I can sneak back to my room without being spotted.” I opened the door and peeked to see if anyone was in the hall. When I confirmed the coast was clear I bolted back to my room.

There stood my mom. In the middle of my room, she had stripped my bed and had covered it in baby powder.

“AH!” I shrieked, “Sorry mom!” I tried to hide my private bits with my hands.”

“It’s ok Autumn. It’s nothing I didn’t see when I changed your diapers.”

“I don’t wear diapers.” I stated, quickly and confused.

“I know. I was talking about when you were a baby.”

“Ok.” I put my hands down, but was still a little uneasy.

“I laid you out an outfit sweetheart, it’s over there.” My mom said as she pointed to my dresser on the other side of my room.

I walked over and looked at it. An adorable white linen top with short sleeves that was massively oversized in a cute way and a pair of jean shorts that were short enough to be hidden under the top. “Great choice Mom.” I said. I lifted up the shorts and a pair of underwear fell out. An old pair I hadn’t worn in a long time. I usually wore slutty stuff with black or red lace, but these were cotton, robin's egg blue and had a lot more coverage Notably a little pink bow in the front. I smiled and put them on. “Mom probably chose them cause they’re my most wholesome pair.” I thought. I put the other clothes on too.

“Jazz is coming in an hour with a carpet cleaner. She’s gonna get the stain and the smell out.”

“Ok that’s awesome. Thank you.” I said.

“For now I’m gonna throw these in the washer.”

“You know how to do laundry?” I asked, honestly shocked.

“You forget, but when you were young, I was only a D list celebrity. I didn’t have people doing everything for me.”

“Wow, yeah. That makes sense. I remember you doing a lot of stuff for me back then.”

“Hey, come here, baby.” My mom said. We walked towards each other and she hugged me. She put her hand on my head and rubbed my back. “I know I’m not around much anymore, but I want you to know that I love you and I’ll still do anything for you.

She sang me a sweet lullaby she used to sing me when I was child. Johnny Cash’s You are my sunshine, sang in her gentle voice. It reminded me of what I’d been missing. I cried softly in her shoulder for many minutes.