Category: mommy phonesex

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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Miss Anna’s Baby girl Victoria Kate had been misbehaving lately. First, Miss Anna caught her trying to steal one of her fanciest dresses. She heard her tip toe from her closet, then climb down the stairs, but before she could escape and run outside, Mommy Anna caught her. ‘’Where do you think you’re going young lady?! You’re not going anywhere this late!’’

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Big Boobs

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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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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Last year my big brother gave me the worst Valentine’s Day present ever!  He heard about this service where you could send someone special a Spank-O-Gram.  That jerk thought that it would make the perfect Valentine’s surprise for me!  His little sister!  How dare he!

I had no idea what he had planned for that day.  Just all of a sudden, there was a knock at the front door.  I should have known something was up by the wicked grin on my big brother’s face.  Mommy Anna opened the door and welcomed a man dressed as Cupid inside.

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diaper

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I watched as you wiggled your way into the diaper I’d laid out for you. Your eyes sparkled with mischief, a grin spreading across your face as you looked up at me. “You know I’m just going to end up wetting this thing, right?” you said, your voice dripping with playful defiance. I crossed my arms, a stern look on my face. “Well, then I suppose you’ll be needing a spanking, won’t you?” I replied, my tone firm yet teasing. Your eyes widened, a flicker of excitement passing through them before you nodded, biting your lower lip.

I led you to the changing table, guiding you onto your stomach. I ran my hand over your diapered bottom, feeling the soft material beneath my fingers. “You’ve been such a bad boy,” I murmured, my voice low and husky. I pulled the diaper down, exposing your bare ass. I brought my hand down, spanking you, a sharp crack echoing through the room. You squirmed beneath me, a soft moan escaping your lips. I continued to spank you, each smack sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I could feel my pussy growing wetter with each passing moment, my breath

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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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dance floor

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Mommy Anna called SissySlutBob downstairs. She told him that tonight was a special night, and they were to attend a special midnight ball. She presented him with: a glitter sequence mini dress, sky high heels, lipstick, his favorite jet raven black wig, and best of all: a pearl g-string with a matching bra.

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drawers

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Mommy Anna was dusting the house with her feather duster when she noticed it had gotten quiet. Too quiet for her liking. She tip toed on the toes of her stiletto  heels upstairs, with each step, trying not to make a single sound. Finally, she got to her room and through the tiny crack of the doorway that was inched open, she noticed her naughty boy! He had climbed up her footrest and was rummaging through her top drawer!

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pwastic

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Mommy Anna was throwing a Christmas Party. She ordered catering, decorated the entire house, and she even bought Tami a special outfit, a cute little red velvet dress with white fur trim, and little Antlers. She  put little matching pwastic pants underneath the dress so Tami could dance the night away. Tami was going to be mommy’s good little holiday slut. Mommy warned Tami before the party started to be on her best behavior and behave in front of all of her guests.

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What's That Smell?

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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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