Category: MILF

DICK

Posted 3 days ago by Amber

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Being an ABDL Mama means I’ve changed my fair share of diapers with practiced efficiency. I’ve soothed grown men as they weep, and lull them to sleep after storytime in the rocking chair I bought at an estate sale. To them, I’m the eternal mother who (mostly) forgives every mess they make.

That is, until the sun dips below the skyline, and all is quiet in my house. My Mama clothes hit the floor in a heap, replaced by a sheer black silk slip dress that clings to every one of my curves. The transition feels almost like I’m shedding my skin. By day, I provide my boys with order and comfort. But by night, I crave the deliciousness of sweat. Anarchy. Chaos. DICK.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

He was devastatingly handsome, yet every twenty minutes, he’d shift uncomfortably in his chair. Sweat started beading on his upper lip and his eyes darted toward the exit with panicked urgency. It was fascinating.

When he finally excused himself for the third time in an hour, I followed him out of curiosity. I found him leaning against the corridor wall outside the men’s room with his eyes clenched shut. A dark stain had visibly spread across the light gray fabric of his pants. He very clearly hadn’t made it this time.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

There I was, innocently walking down the hallway of my house, carrying a stack of fresh towels and a pack of extra thick baby wipes. When, suddenly, I heard giggling coming from the playroom. I stopped at the doorway, taking in the scene. Leo was currently trying to build a block tower that defied the laws of physics. “Good morning, my little sweetpea,” I said, as I leaned against the doorframe with a smile. Leo immediately threw his arms up in the air. “Mama! Up!”

Ten minutes later, after some very important snuggle time, he was laid out on the changing table, kicking his chubby legs happily as I expertly applied diaper cream and secured the tabs on his fresh crinkly diaper. For the record, changing diapers is practically second nature to me now. I can do it one handed while simultaneously pouring apple juice.

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Alien ABDL

Posted 1 month ago by Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I woke up to the smell of warm milk. That’s not a figure of speech. The air itself smelled sweet and faintly plasticky, like the inside of a bottle or a nursery left out in the sun. I looked out the window from the cabin of my spacecraft and saw a galaxy full of stars, some lavender grass, and two suns. I seemed to have landed somewhere I’d never been before.

The grass came up to my knees and smelled fragrant. It didn’t bend when I stepped through it; it just parted as I walked, like it knew I was coming. And then, I heard a crinkle. I looked yonder and saw a boy. He stood at the edge of the treeline, barefoot, and wearing a diaper so thick it changed the shape of his shadow. This boy was fully grown, the way I was, with big dark eyes that were wet at the corners. His hands twisted in front of him and the plastic of his extra thick pamper sang with every movement he made.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who notices her son’s best friend. But there Cameron was, standing in my kitchen, after having rode his bike to my house in the rain. My son, Tyler, was away at college, so this was all a bit of a surprise. Cameron’s eyes were red from crying and he was soaked from head to toe. “Sorry, Mrs. Dae,” he said, quietly. “I didn’t know where else to go.” I should have called his parents, but I didn’t. Instead, I took matters into my own hands.

“Take off that wet shirt,” I commanded, gently. He looked at me…then he REALLY looked at me. I was wearing only a thin silk robe I’d thrown on when the doorbell rang. My hair was messy and I’d already removed my makeup for the evening. “Mrs. Dae…”

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Discipline

Posted 2 months ago by Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mark was late for our scheduled evening review by exactly four minutes. In my world, tardiness was an unacceptable lapse in discipline. “You understand why punctuality matters to me, don’t you, Mark?” I asked. My voice was purposely devoid of warmth, serving as a reminder that my patience was not an infinite resource. His eyes darted away for a split second before I tightened my grip on his chin. Just enough to demand his absolute, undivided attention.

I’d built my reputation on precision and absolute obedience, and I certainly wasn’t going to tolerate sloppy habits from anyone, especially not from Mark. “Good,” I said, while letting go of his face and stepping back slightly. “Kneel.” It wasn’t a request, nor was it phrased as a question. He dropped and his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud that echoed softly in the quiet room. I looked down at him and slowly adjusted my cuffs as I let the silence stretch out, forcing him to marinate in the consequences of his careless mistake.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The kitchen sink had been gurgling angrily at me for three days, so when the repairman finally knocked on my apartment door, I was already ready to kiss him. Within twenty minutes, the pipes were cleared, the water was flowing smoothly, and I was feeling immensely grateful. Right up until the moment he handed me the invoice, that is.

My checking account was currently hovering somewhere in the neighborhood of negative four dollars and I realized my usual charm wasn’t going to magically conjure up a hundred and fifty bucks. “So,” I began, as I flashed him my most disarming, slightly mischievous grin and tapped a fingernail against the paper. “Bad news on the financial front, Marcus. It turns out my bank and I are currently not on speaking terms, and my wallet is about as empty as this sink used to be…”

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Sploshing Party

Posted 3 months ago by Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I honestly wasn’t sure what I’d gotten myself into when I signed up for this “sploshing” party, but I figured it was worth indulging my curiosity for an evening. The room was already a chaotic masterpiece of beige sludge and vibrant neon jelly, and I felt like a suburban explorer stepping into a very sticky jungle.

I was just about to start contemplating my life choices when a hot guy wandered over to where I was standing. He didn’t even say hello! He just held up a bucket of chocolate pudding like it was an offering to a goddess (I mean, technically he wasn’t wrong) and dumped it right over both of our heads.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Joseph knew the rules about keeping his play area tidy after quiet time, yet the room looked as though a tornado had spontaneously passed through it. As soon as he saw me standing in the doorway, Joseph huddled in the corner with his hands crossed over his thick, crinkly diaper. It appeared as if he was trying to summon a look of false indifference, but we both knew he couldn’t fool Mama Cory.

Disciplinarian was never a role that I enjoyed, but it was an essential tether to the boundaries that kept Joseph and my other ABDL’s feeling safe and structured within their sessions. As I knelt down to his level, I could see his pulse in his throat, which was a clear indication that the initial bravado of his rebellion was rapidly fading into the realization of the consequences that were about to inevitably follow his actions.

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The soft glow of my bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room. The silence was broken only by the quiet hum of the open phone line against my ear. I listened intently, catching the slight, ragged catch in your breath. It was a delicious kind of distance, one that I intended to bridge with nothing but the slow, deliberate cadence of my voice.

“Close your eyes,” I murmured, leaning back against the pillows; my tone dripping with a heavy, unhurried warmth. “I want you to imagine I’m right there in the room with you. Feel the weight of my gaze on your skin. Tracing the line of your shoulders. Watching the way your chest rises and falls.”

I paused, letting the silence stretch, giving you time to settle into the sheer anticipation. “Now, take your right hand. Place it flat against your chest. Feel how fast your heart is beating for me? Good. Hold it there for a moment.”

A low, breathless sound escaped your lips, a tiny vibration that sent a corresponding thrill straight through me. I shifted, the sheets rustling around my bare legs, imagining the heat of your body matching mine.

“Slide your hand down,” I… Continue reading “Guiding Your Pleasure” →