Category: Age-Play

Wicked Stepmommy Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Kyle was very close to his Father. His Mother had never been a part of his life, and it’d always been just him and his Dad. They were pals in everything, so it was very hard for him when his Father remarried a woman almost the same age as Kyle. She was stunning with luscious curves and a sensual voice. Her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders, making Kyle want to twist his fingers in it every time he saw her. His new stepmother was very nurturing and so maternal. It came naturally to her since she had two beautiful daughters of her own.

Kyle finally felt like he had the family he’d always dreamed of. A loving father and a beautiful Mother who coddled and looked after him, and siblings he could tease and protect, but his fairytale didn’t last long. His Father got very sick, and poor Kyle was forced to say his goodbyes. He tried to cling to the comfort of his new family, hoping they would support him in his time of grief, but instead, he found his loving, warm step-mommy cold and wicked in his Father’s absence.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

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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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Before the world wake ups—some of the dirtiest thoughts hit before the sun even rises. That’s when the real freaks come out to play. When your body’s aching from a dream that made you bite your lip in your sleep… yeah, I know that feeling.
Lucky for you—I’m always available before the world wakes up.

You want to roll over and slide right in without a word? You can. You want to call me while your cock is rock hard under the sheets, or while you’re soaked through those panties? I’m here. You want to tell me every nasty thought running through your mind while you stroke it slow, or while you ride your own fingers? Baby, I’m listening.

I want your morning wood. I want your sleepy, raw, unfiltered need.
You don’t have to hold back with me. You don’t even need to say hello—just let me hear how good you sound when you cum before the birds start chirping. That’s my favorite kind of wake-up call.

We can keep it slow and teasing, or you can fuck me half-awake like you’ve been waiting all night for it. I’ll bend over the kitchen counter while the coffee’s still brewing.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Finals suck. Studying is so boring. I can’t even study. My mind just wanders to more exciting things. And before I know it, I’m fantasizing. I don’t even realize how much time has gone by. Why can’t I concentrate? I know I have no interest in this stuff. So it makes it hard. But still. I can’t make myself, no matter how hard I try. And I hate writing papers. This is the only kind of writing I enjoy. My journaling. Because it’s therapeutic and exciting.

I get bored easily. So I’m always looking for excitement. I guess that’s what makes me rebellious and naughty. And times like this….when I’m home alone…I crave more. I’m procrastinating with my studying. Because it bores me to tears. I find myself wanting to feel good. And nothing feels better or is more exciting than an orgasm. I start getting so excited just thinking about it. My pussy starts getting wet. I get all tingly. And my clit starts to throb. I grab some towels because I can tell that I’m going to squirt a lot. I’m so horny. I locked the door and got my bag full of toys.

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The Clinic Will Help

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My feet paused in the soft carpet of the upstairs hallway, and my ears perked up. I could hear… sounds. You know the kind. Moans and grunts. Sounds that I shouldn’t be hearing from my young son’s room. It felt like the world had tilted on its axis! No, this can’t be happening. Not this soon! I knew he was growing up and becoming more of a man than the sweet baby I had nursed years ago, but I wasn’t ready to let him go!

I recently read about an age regression clinic where they helped Mothers with this exact situation. The next loud moan sent my feet back into action. I pushed into his room and saw what I hoped I’d been imagining. There he was, my sweet baby boy, hunched over his laptop watching porn with his cock in his hand.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Lately, I’ve been feeling really bratty. Like, constantly bratty. I just can’t help myself – being a brat turns me on so much. I love pushing daddy’s buttons, seeing how far I can go before he finally loses his cool. It’s so hot.

So the other day, I decided to really test daddy’s patience. I waited until he got home from work, then I sauntered out of my room wearing the skimpiest little outfit – a cropped t-shirt that barely covered my tits and these itty-bitty booty shorts. I knew it would drive him wild seeing me dressed like such a slutty schoolgirl.

“Hey daddy,” I purred, twirling in front of him. “Like what you see?”

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spit roast

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy was determined to bring Tami back to the nursery, she grabbed Tami and carried her there, Tami twirled Mommy’s hair while being carried, and when they entered, Mommy made sure to shut the door, behind them, lock it and even double bolt it. Mommy brought Tami over to the change table and told Tami that she had to diaper her. No regular diapers for this baby, only plastic scrunchy ones, and Mommy put on little socks on Tami along with a pink, short frilly dress, that was short, one could see Tami’s diapies underneath if she so much as sneezed.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I fucked my landlord to get out of paying my rent last night. Was behind 3 months and he was going to put me out. I had been hanging out all night with friends, drinking and doing party favors having an amazing time. But when I got home that night turned upside down. There was padlock on my door. “You gotta be fucking kidding me!” I yelled. Unfortunately he lived down the hall from me so I could see him popping his fat head out of his door.

“What the fuck Alfred! I said I was going to get you your rent money this week! Now, open my damn door!” He walked out wearing his filthy velvet robe and house slippers. Hairy chest and bad cologne was a terrible combination on him. “You think I trust you! You’re almost 4 months behind. No money, no key!” “I’m too blown out of my mind! Give me my damn key please! Can’t we settle this in the morning?!” “No money, no key!” He repeated. “Unless you want to give me something else instead.” He looked at me grabbing his cock. For a brief moment I threw up in my mouth. The thought of Continue reading “I Fucked My Landlord” →

My Kinky Uncle

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

The last time I told you guys about my kinky uncle you all loved it. Well technically he’s my dad’s best friend but I’ve called him my uncle for as long as I can remember. We had never fooled around until the day I realized he had a huge cock, and I couldn’t restrain myself. You know how much I love big cock. It’s my kryptonite!

Well, we were hanging at my dad’s place, who had left out for a bit, when I noticed the thick cock outline in my uncles pants. I tried not to look but he totally caught me and knew what I was doing. I was so busted. Then, he looked me right in the eyes with the biggest smile on his face.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

As much as I tried to forget about my friend’s Dad, I just couldn’t. Deep down I knew he was feeling the same way. I’m so conflicted. I want to be respectful to everyone involved. I’ve been trying so hard to suppress my feelings. But it’s not fair to me. I want what I want. And when I want something, I won’t stop until I get it. It had already been two weeks since I saw him last.

When I got home, I heard my friend on the phone with him. So I listened. He wanted to take her to dinner on Saturday night. Her mom was out of town! This was my chance! My plan was to sneak over there late that night. The only thing I needed to figure out was the gate code. She told him she wanted to go early. Because she needed to get back home to work on a paper for school.

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