Category: mommy phonesex

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The garden was a kaleidoscope of pastel eggs, yet an unmistakable stench was wafting over the tulips like a mischievous cloud of teen rebellion. “Cory, do you smell that?” Felicity whispered, the same way a detective would whisper about a clue in a noir film. I inhaled deeply, feeling the pungent aroma coil around my nostrils. We both knew that somewhere among the plastic toy eggs hid the source of this olfactory offense.

I never thought an Easter egg hunt could turn into a forensic diaper investigation but there we were. Both Felicity and I were swaddled in our favorite sexy “Mama” dresses and armed with nothing but our noses and an absurdly over‑ambitious sense of duty. We started at the base of the old oak tree and followed the scent trail like a pair of highly trained sleuths. Each step brought us closer to a whiff of something that could only be described as “rotten booty.”

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270

“Have you put him in the wheelbarrow position?” I asked Mary, who was complaining that her adult baby wasn’t responding to her punishment techniques. Debbie nodded and pointed at me.

“That’s a great suggestion. I bet the little wise ass would smarten up then!” We laughed, but Mary shrugged, a little defeated by how bad her baby was. I’m sure she hated how we all knew it, too.

“I don’t even know what that position is.” There was a sadness in her voice that made me put my arm around her and pull her in close. As her best Mommy friend, I’d be sure to show her how to get that boy in line!

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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.

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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.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404  ☏☏☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna and Sexy little Sister Amber were downstairs talking in the kitchen. Amber went upstairs to grab her new lingerie set and show Mommy Anna, but when she entered her room she gasped: There she found their bad little frilly socks boy! He stole Amber’s pantyhose and her frilly socks and was trying them on in front of the mirror.

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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.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

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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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Kayla and I have a very special talent.  No, I don’t mean the obvious ones like sucking cock and fucking your brains out.  I mean, our ability to smell out any and every stinky Pamper out in the world.  It’s not a talent that we expected to develop or market.  But here we are. So now, Kayla and I use our highly sensitive noses to smell out smelly little boys and girls who try to avoid getting their Pampers changed.  So many little ones love the feel of their squishy, messy diapers and try to hide so they can sit in it and enjoy it.

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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.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Some babies are good, and some are bad. Some want to be good but just can’t help being bad. While I’m all-consuming and incredibly powerful, my talents are limited by distance. Sure, I can dole out discipline like the next Mommy, but I have to rely on the baby to carry it out with the same firmness and ruthlessness as I would if I were able to do it myself. As you can imagine, it’s much more helpful when I have a helping hand.

The other day, Baby Riley surprised me with a babysitter! He told me she was new to diapering babies and wanted to learn. She’d read my blogs and watched my Twitter, so she had an idea of how to humiliate bad boys, but there is nothing I love more than teaching another woman how to own a diaper bitch.

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