Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
My sweet adult baby was being agnostic about having to go to bed at his bed time. However, this Mommy is a stickler for her babies getting proper rest and following all of Mommy’s rules. Mommy Zoey holds tenacious rules for my little ones. It’s important for babies to have schedules and rules to follow to keep them healthy and happy. Even when a little one thinks they don’t need such things. Mommy Zoey knows what’s best for my little boys and girls.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I had just woken up beside my sweet ABDL Valentine, David. He was already awake. “Mama, Mama, I had a dream!” David exclaimed, as his eyes sparkled with excitement. He was wearing his favorite blue onesie and a snug pampers.
“What was your dream about, baby?” I asked, pulling him closer for a cuddle. “I dreamed that you played with me and made me make cummies in my diaper!” he said. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment almost as soon as he said the words out loud. Still, I could see a hint of hopefulness in his eyes.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Being a boy mom is so special. The way they love their Mom is like nothing else. Especially when they start to feel that love for Mommy in their special places. I’ve always been comfortable wearing little to nothing in my house. Prancing around in panties and a tee shirt or some slinky nightie when it was hot. It didn’t occur to me what my curly bush was doing to my teenage son until it was too late.
One warm spring night, we decided to have a movie night, just the boy and me. It felt like summer was already crawling upon us, so I stripped out of my work clothes and joined him on the couch, wearing a short nightie and no panties. It was sweltering, so I had to let my girl breathe. After sitting, I realized I forgot my drink, so I popped back up and scurried to the kitchen, where I stretched over the counter to grab it. I could feel the hem ride over my ass cheeks, but I assumed my boy was watching the TV. When I turned around, I realized just HOW much he loved his Mom.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
I had been planning a surprise cumming out party for my sissy son for quite a while. But when I caught him in my dildo drawer, I knew it was time. When I sent out the invites, I let everyone know that the gift request was simple. I asked each guest to bring him a pair of panties (the more frilly and girly, the better) and a pair of socks (ruffle socks or school girl cable knee socks). Everyone was invited, family, friends, neighbors, and anyone and everyone else I could think of. It was time for the world to know and for him to be completely out and in the open. He had no idea what was coming. So that morning I sat him down and told him that we needed to talk. I told him that I knew he had been sneaking into his sister’s panty and sock drawers for years. And she knew too. So she picked out some lacy pink panties and a pair of her school girl uniform socks to give him. I told him to take off all of his clothes and put on the socks and panties.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
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.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
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.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
I knew from the first time I met you that you were a total mommy’s boy. And I’m so glad that we got to have some quality mommy son time together last week. But how was your weekend away from me?
Was it crazy busy and now you’re ready for mommy to snuggle you again after we get you ready for bed? You know how much I love a mommy’s boy so I can’t wait for you to spend some time with me. Continue reading “Do You Love Being A Mommy’s Boy?”
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
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.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Are you an adult baby that’s looking for a long-term mommy for some ABDL fun? Because I love nurturing and loving on all of you little babies and I currently need some new ones for my nursery.
I know that every ABDL is a little bit different, so I’ll make sure to ask you what you need from mommy before we get too far into our call. I want you to be happy with the fun we have when you call me. So, I need to hear all about what you’re craving.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna was busy all-day cooking in the kitchen for Thanksgiving. She had sent Daddy Ron out to get a few last-minute ingredients. Mommy Anna planned it just right because she was expecting her lover to call.