Category: Mom/son

baby

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I chuckle as I gently lay you down on the soft, plush changing mat, your eyes sparkling with anticipation. You’ve been a very good boy today, and you know what that means. “Time for a fresh diaper, my love,” I coo, running my fingers through your hair. You squirm with delight as I unbutton your onesie, revealing your chubby, diaper-clad body. I can’t help but smile at the sight. You’re such a big boy, yet you still enjoy the comfort and security of being small.

I unfasten the tapes of your diaper, exposing your soft, smooth skin. You giggle as I tickle your tummy, before I gently clean you up. You watch me intently, your gaze never leaving my face. “You like this, don’t you?” I ask, my voice husky with desire. You nod, your cheeks flushing a deep red. “Yes, mommy,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. I can see the bulge in your diaper growing, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I love fucking my stepson’s miniature cock. His hard little rod in my juicy cunt always felt so good. His dad was not around often so it was my job to teach him how to be a man and satisfy a woman. Every night before his bedtime I would massage his tiny penis with my mouth. Suck on it a tad bit so he could feel what it’s like to have a woman’s warm face hole all over it.

After I would get on top and ride him. Thrust my hips on his small body. I would ride him really slow so he can see how good mommy’s black pussy felt. “Hmm baby. Your baby cock feels so good.” He would look up at me with the cutest eyes and my twat would cum so hard. I thought to myself maybe one day I’ll teach this youngster how to breed mommy’s pussy.

Sometimes I even make him lay down and face fuck his small head. I work my hips fast and make him put his tongue in my asshole. It felt so good! When I don’t get my daily dose of cock from some random daddy, I use my Continue reading “My Stepson’s Miniature Cock” →

Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Taboo fantasies aren’t just dirty — they’re dangerous. The moment you called me, you knew this wasn’t going to be a soft, sweet conversation. No, this is where we peel back your polite little mask and expose the filthy, forbidden cravings you hide from everyone else.I want you to say it. Whisper it to me — the one fantasy you swore you’d never speak aloud. Maybe it’s the naughty babysitter you still dream about. Maybe it’s your twisted craving for someone you should never want. Or maybe you want to be caught — stripped, punished, and used — by someone who knows exactly how wrong it is.That’s the poison of taboo fantasies — they crawl under your skin, infect your thoughts, and leave you aching to confess. And once you do, I own you. Because once you say it out loud, there’s no taking it back — you belong to your filth now.So, confess to me. Every forbidden itch, every shameful scenario. Because with me, your taboo fantasies aren’t secrets — they’re orders.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I live to find ways to get my older brother spanked.  So, snooping is one of my favorite activities to do when I get bored.  Mommy Anna was busy cooking for the school bake sale.  Big brother had baseball practice and wasn’t home.  That left me with far too much free time on my hands.

First, I snooped through big brother’s room and found some naughty magazines with naked girls inside.  Then, I went snooping through Mommy’s drawers and found a leather paddle.  Mommy must have hidden it there to use the next time big brother ended up over her lap.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

As you may know, my big brother ordered a spank-o-gram for me last Valentine’s Day.  So, this year I planned to get revenge for getting me spanked by some random cupid.  Luckily, the opportunity to exact my diabolical plan of vengeance fell right into my lap.  This year, Valentine’s Day fell in line with the end of our semester at school.  The perfect opportunity for some revenge.  Big brother acted suspicious when he came home from school Friday.  So, I snuck into his book bag to do some snooping.  I mean, it’s a hidden talent of mine and all.  That’s when I found his midterm progress report.  My big brother earned 2 D’s in his classes Math and Social Studies!

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Big Boobs

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Recently I told you about a baby I have named Jake who’s obsessed with my big boobs. He LOVES breastfeeding and it’s always a big part of our playtime together. But little Jake always wants to stay private with our time together and I felt like it was time for him to show off his cute baby ways to the world.

So I took him to the park for his first ever outing. It was going so well until he fell and hurt himself. Right away I knew he would come running to the comfort of my big boobs, but I was curious if he would actually breastfeed in public with everyone watching him.

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1-844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

Ever since you were a young, I have noticed there was something off about you as a boy. Especially since I knew you were a bit different than the average boy, not being interested in sports and action figures… At least not in the “normal” way typical boys would be. I would catch you gawking at the sports players on TV, and telling me how cute each player was. You didn’t care what sport it was. Whatever Daddy put on, you were instantly hypnotized by all that masculine ass across the screen. In your late teen years, Daddy had noticed and overheard our conversations in private. He heard about what you loved about the sports he had switched onto television…

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What's That Smell?

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

A Mother’s work is never done! After the Holidays, when everyone else is playing with their new toys or sleeping off a food-induced coma, Mama is cleaning up.

Stuffing ripped wrapping paper into trash bags and washing the mountain of dishes left behind after the feast. Never mind tackling the decorations that took hours to put up. Somehow, they take longer to take down! I was crawling under the tree to unplug the lights when I took a big, frustrated inhale, and PHEWWWOuuUIIEEEeee! What’s that smell?

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

You couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over you as you walked out of the hospital, CJ’s small hand tightly clutching yours. After the scare you both had, it was a miracle that he was going to be okay. You couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions – worry, fear, and most of all, gratitude. You had always known that taking care of CJ was a big responsibility, but you had never imagined that it would involve a trip to the ER.

As you made your way to the car, you couldn’t help but think back to the events that had led up to this moment. It had all started when CJ decided to go for a walk by himself, despite your explicit instructions to stay put. You had been on the phone, chatting with him on the Candy line, when suddenly you heard the sound of traffic in the background. Your heart stopped as you realized that CJ wandered off. You rushed out of the house, your heart pounding in your chest, and you found CJ standing in the middle of the road. You carefully got him out of there, scooped him up in

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270

The day before our big Halloween party, we had so many errands to run. Baby Johnny was getting really tired of being Mommy’s little helper as we dashed from store to store for decorations and custom desserts. All of these things had to be picked up; they were what was going to make our party the best of the year!

After the sixth store, Johnn dragged his feet. “Hurry, baby. This is the last one before we can go home, okay?” As I looked back to grab his wrist and pull him along, I noticed his hand was rubbing at his privates. I swatted his hand and scowled at him. “Do you need to use the potty?” He shook his head, and I pulled him into the giant grocery store. We had to weave through the crowds to get to the bakery where our big Halloween cake had been ordered. As we stood in line waiting, my nose tickled. Then it twitched. Something really smelly was taking over the sugary, sweet smell of cakes and cookies. I looked at Johnny; his face was red, but he refused to look back at me. I sniffed the air over him and then hissed rather loudly. “Oh my God. Did you boop?”

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