Category: Mother/son

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

It’s not common to find Mommy in a diaper, but every now and then, I like to surprise my big boy. Unfortunately, he’d been very stressed with work, pulling double shifts, and even working overtime. As a result, there hadn’t been a lot of time to embrace his little side. I knew there had to be a way to help him regress with Mommy and release all that adult world stress.

Just before he was due to come home, I taped myself into a thick, crinkly diaper and nothing else. Then, I lay on our bed with his diaper folded and ready beside me for when we walked into the room.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I remember the first time I truly embraced my role as an ABDL Mama. It wasn’t some grand revelation under a disco ball, it was more like a slow, creeping realization. Things began innocently enough, with a few playful indulgences. But before I knew it, my linen closet was less about sheets and more about industrial-sized diaper bundles. And my mornings routinely kicked off with a debate over whether the “baby” preferred his pureed squash or a somewhat lumpy oatmeal.

The alarm clock wasn’t just ringing anymore; it was practically a lullaby for grown men in footie pajamas, and I frequently found myself trying to decipher complex grunts and gurgles. To anyone else, they would sound like a malfunctioning plumbing system but, to me, they were clearly demands for more juice. My grocery runs became legendary. Gone were the days of buying kale and quinoa! My trips to the grocery store are more about a veritable convoy of baby wipes, oversized onesies, and enough powdered formula to feed a small army. An army that, conveniently, always needed a nap after consuming said formula.

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Mr. Stinky Pampers Earns A World Record

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’d written into the world record book about Mr. Stinky Pampers. I explained that there has never been a baby who has ever smelled as badly as he does. They contacted me back to say we’d been selected to meet with a judge, and she would decide if he earned the world record for Stinkiest Diaper. I was terribly excited, I mean, what’s the point in being so smelly if you aren’t recognized for it, right?

It was mid-morning when the Judge knocked on the door. She seemed very professional-looking in a hot, MILF-Y way. She had on a high-waisted pencil skirt and crisp, white button-up blouse. Her thick-rimmed glasses scrunched up her nose when I opened the door, and Mr. Stinky Pamper’s smell assaulted her senses. “Peeyouuu!” She waved her notebook in front of her nose. “It’s worse than I thought.”

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Cleaning Your Room

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

I’m discovering boys will be boys at every age! My adult son moved back into the house after his latest failed relationship, and the boy is a slob! You’d think as a grown man, he wouldn’t need his Mommy to clean his room, but here we are!

I knew if I didn’t want that awful smell to continue to waft down my poor hallway, I’d have to take matters into my own hands and pick up the mess myself. Only I didn’t expect to find a massive pile of diapers hidden in his closet.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Mommy’s panty boy loved to help with the laundry when he was little. He was such a good little Mommy’s helper. He would hand mommy the delicates to hang outside on the clothesline. Then when they were dry, he always wanted to fold them. Mommy noticed how he would admire his little sister’s panties. Then one day he asked her why boys have to wear plain ugly underwear while girls got to wear beautiful underwear. Mommy felt bad that she hadn’t gotten him cuter underwear like the kind with superheroes or other characters on them. But she did always get his sister cute little lacy princess panties and all kinds of other girly panties with flowers, hearts, and rainbows on them.

So one day Mommy decided to take him shopping for cute little boy’s underwear. He was so excited. But the minute they got inside the store, he was pulling Mommy towards the girl’s section. Mommy said no, the little boy’s underwear is this way. And she headed towards the boy’s section. He started to cry and say no. But Mommy reassured him that they would have some really cute underwear for boys. And they did!

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My little brother knows he’s supposed to knock on the bathroom door when it’s closed before he just bursts inside.  Today, he didn’t even know and just came right into the bathroom when I was getting dressed after my shower.  I screamed at him to get out immediately.  He panicked and covered his eyes and spun in a circle just yelling how sorry he was for bursting into the bathroom.  But I could see the little twerp was peeking through his fingers and looking at my boobs!  I yelled at him to stop looking at me and to get out of the bathroom right that second.  Then I told him I was telling Mommy Anna on him for being a naughty perv!

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Mommy Needs A Check In

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Hello, my little. Mommy Felicity just wanted to check in on you. You haven’t called me in a while. Is my little one doing ok? Are things rough out there in life? Come here and let me hold one of my favorite little guys. I know sometimes you just need mommy to take care of you. Sometimes you just need mommy to take all the responsibility off your shoulders and give you a safe place. Whatever that means for you, we can do it. Do you need a safe place to explore emotions? Maybe you need a safe place to wear your diapers? Do you need a safe place to nuzzle into my breasts? All of the above?

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abdlCory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I opened the door to find James standing on the porch, his shoulders slumped slightly. He was a regular, and I knew the signs. His red-rimmed eyes suggested a rough week, and the way he clutched his backpack to his chest told me he was feeling small and vulnerable. “Hey, James,” I said, offering a warm smile. “Come on in. I’ve got your favorite juice box chilling.” He shuffled inside, kicking off his sneakers near the door. The house was carefully curated to be a comforting space. Soft rugs, pastel colors, and a complete absence of sharp edges. It was designed to soothe.

“Rough week?” I asked gently, leading him to the oversized, plush armchair in the living room. He nodded, unable to meet my gaze. “Work’s been awful. My boss is breathing down my neck.” He finally looked up, his eyes filled with distress. “I just… I messed up and forgot a really important email.” “Everyone makes mistakes, James. It’s okay. That’s why we have second chances, and erasers, and…mamas.” I gently stroked his hair. It was soft and fine, not like a grown man’s hair at all. “Tell me about it.”

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It’s a confession I never expected to hear, not even from Julio. We’ve been friends since college, seen each other through bad breakups, questionable fashion choices, and career crises. We’re the kind of friends who can sit in comfortable silence for hours, knowing the other is just there. But this? This was uncharted territory.

“I know it sounds wrong,” Julio mumbled, swirling the ice in his drink. We were at O’Malley’s, our usual haunt, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses providing a thin veil of normalcy around the confessional booth we’d inadvertently created. Julio, with his easy smile and genuine concern for others, was suddenly someone I barely recognized. He sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. “It started a few weeks ago. I was helping Mom clean out the attic. You know how she is, holding onto everything.”

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Last Sunday

Posted 4 months ago by Cory

Sunday

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Last Sunday started like any other. I woke up early, made breakfast for Ronnie and his sister, and got them ready for church. “Here,” I said, handing Ronnie a crisp twenty-dollar bill. “This is for the church donation. Make sure you put it in the collection plate, okay?” “Yes, Mama Cory,” he chirped, grabbing the money. His sister, always the responsible one, nodded solemnly. Off they went, all sunshine and smiles. I trusted them implicitly, or so I thought.

A few hours later, they returned. His sister, bless her honest heart, pulled me aside as soon as we were in the kitchen. “Mama Cory,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “I saw Ronnie at the candy shop across the street from the church after Sunday school! He was buying a whole bag of jawbreakers!” My heart sank. The donation money! I felt a surge of disappointment and a familiar maternal irritation bubbling inside me. Guiding an Abie to do the right thing can be incredibly hard, y’all! “Ronnie!” I called out, trying to keep my voice even. “Come here, please.”

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