Category: MILF

Mary the MILF Milker

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 Volunteering at the library on campus has become my favorite obsession. Milking the fact that I had become all the student’s favorite volunteer. They loved having someone with experience available to them, ready and willing to teach them anything they needed to learn. I was even popular among the girls as well. In fact, I have 2 regulars that cum visit me frequently. They were a little curious about being lesbians because they came from such strict families and needed some private guidance on how to please one another. I booked a private study room on the 5th floor of the library tucked away in the corner. The fifth floor was rarely accessed by students, as it primarily consisted of older books and archived materials. We mostly used the fifth floor for storage as well. We walked in, and I locked the door. The lighting was already dim, so I told the girls to undress, and they obliged. I instructed them on how to touch one another, sensually, intimately. They had been practicing with me for weeks and wanted to show me what they had learned.

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sea men

Posted 2 days ago by Cory

sailors

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My obsession with sailors and “sea men” began, as all great historical follies do, with a documentary about the Age of Exploration. I found myself utterly mesmerized not by the intrepid captains or the promise of new worlds, but by the burly, salt-crusted men swabbing decks in the background.

There was something about the coiled energy in their forearms and the way their necks met the rough wool of their pea coats. As I’ve always believed, a man who can tie a bowline knot under pressure is a man who could, you know, do a lot of “other” things with equal, competent grace.

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I decided to volunteer at the campus library last week, and I’m so glad I did. I ended up making new memories. It started out as a quiet evening. I had decided to stay late since my bed is so cold with my husband always gone. The campus library at night has a way of making me feel warm and cozy. I also really love helping the Freshmen find their way around. The library is so big and had so many places to hideaway. Every nook was filled with comfort and privacy. I often found myself daydreaming about doing unspeakable things to some of the college students I met there. Even though I volunteer there, I see how the guys on the football team look at me. They even call me a MILF; I secretly enjoy the playful banter.

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big tits

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There was a time when I’d try to wear loose-fitting clothes to minimize the attention, but it seemed like the more I tried to hide them, the more my giant tits seemed to, well, bulge out. I’d get comments from strangers, some of whom would be kind enough to offer me “helpful” advice on how to reduce their size (and others who, um, offered to test their firmness as if I couldn’t see their boners growing in their pants).

One of the most memorable experiences I had was during a family vacation to the beach. I opted for a bright pink bikini with a built-in bra, which seemed like a good idea at the time (spoiler alert: it wasn’t). As I was applying sunscreen, I noticed a group of guys staring at me from a nearby beach umbrella. That was when my quick-witted brother jumped in and started doing a play-by-play commentary of the scene, complete with over-the-top sports announcer voice and ridiculous sound effects.

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potty abdl

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Kevin hadn’t “pottied” in three days. THREE DAYS. He claimed he was “saving up for a big one.” I didn’t know what that meant at the time, but let’s just say I know now. And I’d rather not discuss it over dinner. When I finally cornered him in the living room, surrounded by crumpled diapers like a hoarder’s confession, he gave me those big eyes and whispered “I wike diapers, Cory.” Try as I might, he really didn’t want to use the potty.

Changing him was always a challenge. Last time, he flopped dramatically onto the changing mat I laid out and whined that the powder irritated his “tushie sensors.” I’m not kidding. Actual phrase. I tried to stay professional, like a diaper-disposal Navy SEAL, but then he giggled and let one rip simultaneously while I had his legs in the air, and I lost it. I mean, I didn’t get angry or anything. Instead, I laughed like a maniac, which only encouraged him to do it again. Sigh.

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upside down abdl

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It started when the power went out. Flickering lights, the fridge groaning, right as I was tucking Benny into his bed. “Mama Cory, was that thunder?” he whispered, wide-eyed, clutching a stuffed waffle toy. I smoothed his hair, adjusted his thick pull-up, and said, “No, baby. Just the flux capacitor acting up again.” I wasn’t sure what I meant, but it sounded sci-fi enough to soothe him.

As the basement lightbulb popped with a suspicious snap, I told my boy to stay put, kissed him on the forehead, and grabbed my glow-in-the-dark taser (which, admittedly, was just a repurposed sex toy). Armed with maternal instinct, I descended the stairs into the dark, humming the theme song to my favorite show as a way to stay focused.

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abdl

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I came home to the scent of overcooked sugar and something suspiciously like chocolate melted on the stovetop. “Liam?” I called, dropping my keys with a clatter, already bracing myself. What I found in the kitchen stopped me mid-sigh. There was flour dusted on every surface like powdered snowfall, eggshells were floating in a bowl like tiny ceramic rafts, and my grown-up baby, wearing nothing but footed pajamas and a look of proud guilt, was standing knee-deep in spilled sprinkles.

He had clearly attempted to make Christmas cookies. It was a noble effort, really, but whatever recipe he used had devolved into what looked like a science experiment gone rogue. A lopsided dough monster clung to the counter, a measuring cup was stuck on his head like a helmet, and my (VERY EXPENSIVE) mixer lay on its side, still twitching with post-beating aftershocks.

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Chris Crinkle

Posted 2 months ago by Cory

diaper

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Chris flopped onto the changing table, as he does, and I very suddenly found myself once again under the thrall of the most exquisite, crinkly symphony known to ABDL Mamas all around the world…the sound of a fresh diaper being unpeeled. It’s not just a sound, mind you; it’s an experience.

To me, it’s like a cross between a thousand candy wrappers conspiring to overthrow the kingdom. As I slotted the diaper beneath Chris’s wriggling bottom, the crinkle echoed in my ears like a church bell rung by a giggling choir of cherubs. Chris, ever the playful menace, squirmed and barked, “Mama, you’re doing it too dramatically!” as if he didn’t know that the sound was a sacred ritual, a sonic lullaby, a sound so pure it could make a grown woman weep (with laughter, of course).

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Smiling blonde MILF

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I’m one of those moms who struggle to keep Christmas gifts a surprise; I don’t know WHY I get so excited to make my friends and family happy. It’s impossible to shop early because I’ll end up spoiling the surprise. It’s too hard for me to wait until Christmas morning!

This year, my son is at that awkward age when buying for him isn’t as easy as it used to be. He is no longer into toys or action figures, but he’s too young for those costly electronics that all his friends’ parents are buying their kids. Picking out the perfect gift for him was difficult until I decided to give him something I know he’s been wanting.

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naughty neighbor

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My new neighbor moved in the other day. I watched him struggle with a massive sectional sofa for an embarrassing amount of time before approaching him. I wanted him sweaty and a little out of breath. My initial move was classic because it’s always effective: the overly dramatic “lost valuable” scam. For the purposes of “research” (research, being specifically for my wet, throbbing pussy of course), I dramatically misplaced my favorite, irreplaceable, and currently non-existent diamond earring somewhere near his threshold.

“Oh, sir! I’m so dreadfully sorry, but I think the heirloom my great-grandmother gifted me has rolled under your welcome mat!” He immediately stopped struggling with the sofa and scrambled to help me search, completely missing the fact that my entire body language was screaming, “Forget the the diamond, let’s just make poor choices immediately with our clothes off.”

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