Category: Age-Play

Is There A Tag?

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

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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I Don't Need Help, Daddy

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’m a big girl now. Like the biggest, really! I can do so many things all by myself, like go potty without anyone to wipe me, but I guess Daddy forgets that because he stormed into the bathroom the other day while I was going number one. It was right before I planned to get into the shower, so I was sitting on the potty all nakie and ya know, doing what I had to do.

Daddy doesn’t allow locked doors in his house, but when doors are shut, everyone always knocks first. Daddy didn’t knock. He burst right in and my little knees snapped closed while my hand flew over my little boobies. “GET OUT!” I squealed and rocked back on the potty in fear. Something in the way Daddy was looking at me wasn’t right, and it scared me.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

My daydreams during lectures are filled with thoughts of feeling a hard, throbbing cock slide deep into my tight 20-year-old pussy. As the professor drones on about some boring topic, my mind drifts to fantasies of getting fucked. Sitting there surrounded by my classmates, I subtly rub my inner thighs together, imagining fingers or a tongue exploring my wet slit.

I cross and uncross my legs, my short skirt riding up my thighs. I make sure to wear the tiniest thongs so I can feel myself getting aroused. Fuck, I’m so horny! All I can think about is a big dick rubbing against my clit, then plunging into my needy cunt. My nipples stiffen under my thin top and I arch my back slightly, pushing my tits out.

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DaipieBoy's Nature Walk

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Spring is such a beautiful time to take your babies outside and let them run amok. Educational nature walks are so good for rambunctious boys like Daipie. Inside, they feel cooped up and become a tad destructive, especially after such a long, cold winter of not being able to get outside in the fresh air and stretch their legs.

I dressed my little stinker in his favorite dinosaur diapers and a little teeshirt. Then we tied on his hiking boots, and I got such a giggle out of how cute he looked with naked legs and a padded bottom. Once his boots were on, it was impossible to keep him inside any longer, so we trotted out into the backyard and through the gate towards the hidden path in the treeline.

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spoon

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was organizing a special birthday surprise for Sissy Baby Tami. After all, it was this little Sissy Baby’s birthday. She was going to be a year older, and all the more naughty, slutty and filthy! Mommy Anna was preparing things in the nursery. Mommy Kayla, Mommy Amber, and Mommy Zoey all came to set up the decorations, they managed to find the most poofy pink dress for Tami, with matching pink stockings and little Mary Janes, and let’s not forget Tami’s most favorite hair bow toe that was in a shape of a little mini cock barrette!

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Feeding My Stepbrother His Lunch

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

“Belle, come on! Please! I’ve asked you four times already.” Ray whined from the doorway to my room. My little stepbrother knew better than to enter my domain without being invited. “I’m so hungry. Please, can you fix me lunch, already?” My eyes rolled, and my finger kept scrolling through obnoxious TikToks. I wasn’t going to feed the gremlin again!

“And I told you four times.” I glanced up to give him an ugly stare. “I’m fucking busy. Make something yourself.” He stomped his foot like tha fucking baby he is and mumbled something about calling mom to compaline. I pushed my earbuds back into my ears and ignored the rest of his endless rant. Or at least I did until a text from my mom popped up to interrupt my scrolling.

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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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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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My Mind Wanders

Posted 1 year ago by Rachel

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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