Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna was out shopping at the mall. She went into a store of gowns when she recognized her young neighbor shopping there too. He was perusing through gowns innocently and admiring them. Anna came up to him and pretended to bump into him by grazing him.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Some days are so long and terribly stressful. At the end of a long day, all I want is to go home and curl into the arms of a sexy, ALPHA. There is just something about the way I feel when wrapped in a man’s arms. His bigger body protecting mine, and the way his neck smells when I nuzzle into that perfect little crook.
It’s a feeling of security and gives me the chance to really relax. It’s exactly what I need to de-stress. However, today, when I came home from slinging dildos at bored, tipsy housewives all night, the man I wanted to hold me and be my big, strong hero was dressed in a diaper and sucking on a binkie.
*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.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
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.
*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.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
This is the story about the origin of Spanksgiving. The kitchen was thick with steam that smelled overwhelmingly of simmering basil and crushed tomatoes. Thanksgiving wasn’t complete without Mommy Anna’s infamous Neapolitan sugo, and Ronnie was slumped over the heavy cast iron pot.
“Don’t stop stirring, Ronnie,” Mommy Anna had warned. “We have company coming and this sugo cannot stick. Keep that heat low and that spoon moving!” I slipped into the kitchen hoping for a leftover cookie, but stopped in my tracks when I saw my brother. “Ronnie, you won’t believe it,” I whispered, leaning close to the stove.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I adjusted my camera, ensuring my background was just as comforting and ‘mama-like’ as I hoped my presence was for her, eagerly anticipating the flood of color and giggles that was sure to follow as soon as the connection solidified between us across the miles.
As the screen flickered to life, she appeared, a vibrant burst of color against her soft pastel bedroom wall. “Mama! Look!” she squealed, twirling clumsily to show off her latest carefully curated ensemble. It was a concoction of pure joy and imagination. She wore a rainbow-striped onesie, complete with little ruffles on the shoulders and a convenient snap crotch, layered over a soft, slightly bulky pull-up.
Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
Mama Janine believes that discipline and punishment are important for the development of boys and girls. In front of me stands an incredibly naughty boy in desperate need of correction. Often, I find spanking a very effective punishment. However, in this case, I have decided to use a different type of discipline on this naughty little boy’s bottom. Today, I am choosing to employ my strapon to punish this disobedient bottom. Sometimes a properly stretched and stinging bottom hole serves as a more effect reminder than a blistered set of cheeks. Both types of punishments require Mama to bend you over to get you ready to learn your lesson.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Alright, sweet pea, let’s get you all fresh and clean,” I cooed. My voice dripped with a syrupy sweetness that would put a pancake house to shame. The moment I’d unsnapped his onesie, the undeniable evidence of my ABDL’s recent ‘accomplishment’ announced itself with a potent, aromatic cloud that could have wilted a plastic plant. I fanned the air dramatically, making a big show of it. “Whoa there, partner! Since when is my special little stinker REALLY a stinker?” I asked, as my eyes watered slightly. I fought back a gag that was equal parts disgust and laughter.
With the practiced efficiency of a seasoned pit crew chief, I gathered my arsenal: a fresh, crinkly diaper adorned with cartoon characters that seemed to mock my current situation, a mountain of wipes that felt chillingly inadequate, and a tub of cream that promised to create a barrier more impenetrable than a bank vault. I took a deep, fortifying breath—through my mouth, obviously—and got to work. The tabs gave way with their familiar ripping sound, a prelude to the grand unveiling. “And now, for the main event,” I whispered, my tone that of a nature documentary host