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Some Sissy’s are more impressive than others. They know precisely how to be the best girls for Momma and make me so proud. Heidi is one of the best! The hottest lil sissy girl who isn’t afraid to be a sexy little slut for me.
Her magic closet is filled with many hot outfits for her to try on for me. When she dresses up and models her lingerie for me, I get so turned on. But I’m not the only one! Heidi’s panties always get so wet for me when we dress her up!
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Sean isn’t the kind of boy who stands up for himself. He’s a bit of a nerd and very shy. Obviously, I was upset when he came home with a black eye. “What the fuck happened to your face?” I asked as I cradled his soft cheek and turned his head side to side. Of course, he told me it was nothing, just a boy at school.
A boy at school, my ass. This was unacceptable! It took a while before Sean finally gave me the boy’s name, but when he did, I was relieved that I knew his Father. I’d just call him up and get this all settled. No one was going to bully my boy.
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You were lying on the couch, minding your own business, when I waltzed in. “Baby, can you help Mama with something?” I’m pretty sure I saw your eyes roll, which seems to be your constant state with me lately. We used to be so close, and now you’re constantly annoyed with me. I needed to find a way to bring us close again, and I think I found a way. I turned my back toward you and leaned over the arm of the couch a bit, flipping up my dress to expose my round ass in the tiny pink thong.
“Mom! What the hell?” You ask, bolting up right, but I noticed you can’t look away.
“Is there a tag in my panties? Something is poking me and it’s so annoying but I can’t find it. Can you look for me?”
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Hi Sweetie, listen, I’ve been doing some thinking, and this …gender…doesn’t fit you. Neither does this age. You’ve had your whole life to prove you could be a man, and well… you’ve failed. Terribly. You’ve never been able to hold a job, you can’t afford to live on your own, and your friends are just tired of your drama.
You need age regression feminization so you can start a new one! Come sit with me and drink this baby bottle. The warm, milky liquid inside is actually a magic potion that I just KNOW will solve all your problems. Drink it all up now, every last drop. There, THERE we go!
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“Oh my god, is this really happening?” He whimpered as I pull his cock free of his pants and planted sweet kisses around his tip. His hips jerked up against my mouth; he was already dripping precum and so ready to explode. “Mommy?” There was desperation in his voice as I ignored him and flicked my tongue around his swollen head. He groaned through his teeth, and I noticed his hands tightening into fists. “I’m c-close,” He panted, so I sat back on my heels and pulled down the top of my dress.
Teasing Kevi as I fondled my tits and told him what a good boy hed been. He nodded with parted lips, so hungry for Mommy’s breasts like a true baby.
Continue reading “Kevi’s April Fools Comes A Little Early Pt 2”
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That lucky little Irish fuck is going to be running amuck in just a few weeks, and this year I’m going to catch him. I’ve been doing my research; see, I thought leprechauns stole from people to get those big ol’ pots of gold, but that isn’t true! They are humble little cobblers, like shoemakers! Though they can not resist the temptation of collecting more and more gold. They spend all their time either stitching soles or finding abandoned gold.
So if I catch me a leprechaun this St. Patricks day, I’ll not only make him grant my three wishes (They have to, it’s a thing), tell me the hidden location of his pot of gold but I’ll also lock that little man up and make him cobble me up some of the hottest new heels for my delicious feet.
Continue reading “Preparing My Leprechaun Trap”
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“Mama, please. I don’t want to work from the living room today.” Jason pouted as I tapped up his nice and snug diaper. He wore just a tiny t-shirt that showed a bit of his tummy.
“I have to supervise the contractor working in the kitchen, and I also have to keep an eye on you.” I booped his nose with my finger and turned to grab his laptop. “This is easier on Mama if you are both within eyesight.” Jason stomped his foot as he stood. He wanted to argue so badly but knew it was pointless. I passed him his work computer and patted his padded butt.
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“Mom! Mom! Please, Mommy!” I shoved the nursery door open and looked sternly at you, kneeling in your crib, holding on to the bars.
“What?” I snapped, holding the skimpy nightie against my chest to cover the flush blooming there. My hair was a mess, and my makeup had been kissed across my face.
“What are you doing? I can hear so much noise.” Your lower lip trembled as you pouted, and I noticed you were humping your soggy diaper against the crib bars. My eyes rolled, and I pushed back my blonde hair, then told you that you knew EXACTLY what was happening, and if you didn’t stop interrupting by screaming my name, Daddy would be upset.
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My son went away to college, and the house was quiet without him. I had so much less cleaning to do, and everything was always where I left it. Honestly, I missed the chaos of being a boy mom, but it was nice to relax for once. I was so excited when he came home for spring break, but I didn’t expect the new type of chaos we would encounter.
The first day he was home, I showered after the gym, and the panties I had laid out went missing. I assumed maybe I had dropped them on the way to the bathroom, or maybe I didn’t grab them like I thought I had, so I let it go and grabbed a new pair. Then, each day, the same thing happened. Even the sweaty pairs I put in my hamper went missing, too!
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Tonight is my game night, and it’s for the ABDLs! You know how much those stinky boys and sissy girls mean to Mama, so we’re going to play, “What’s in my Diaper bag?”
Do you remember when you were little, you’d play a game that started off like, “I’m going to a picnic, and I’m bringing…” Then, the first person picks an item starting with A. The second person picks an item starting with B, and on and on and on? That’s how we’ll play, only I’ve already packed my diaper bag, and players must guess what I’ve packed for each letter of the alphabet!