Category: age play

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

It’s time for me to make my New Year’s resolution!  This year I resolve to be less of a slut.  I had about 670 sexual encounters last year.  I’m so ashamed of myself.  I promise that I’ll be pure and platonic this year.  No more fucking behind the stairs at the bar.  I resolve to refrain from fucking strangers in the back seat of my car.  I’ll be squeaky clean and well behaved for 2026.

Oh, who am I kidding?!?  You know I’m fucking with you.  My REAL resolution for 2026 is to be an even BIGGER slut than I managed to be in 2025!

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I got home from school, and I heard some noise upstairs, so being the curious kitten that I am, I went to investigate. I took off my shoes so I could be quiet and tiptoed up the stairs in my socks. The moans and grunts were coming from the room at the end of the hallway. The door was cracked open, and I peeked in and saw my older brother trying on our mothers’ panties!

I started giggling but had to cover my mouth quickly, so I wasn’t caught. I pulled out my cell phone and turned on the camera and started recording him. Having no idea I was standing there, until I slowly creaked the door open, he still didn’t know I was there once I walked in. I heard him gasp and saw him turn around. He was wearing mom’s thong and matching bra! His hand quickly covered his cock that was peeking out of the side of the thong.

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Rachel 1*844*322*2639 Ext 457

I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Martin came into work! We were doing a dance on the bar. It was western night. So we were wearing little crops, extremely short, cut off jean shorts, cowgirl boots, cowgirl hats, and pigtails. The place was packed and the guys were going wild. But there was someone at the back of the room that looked very out of place. She was by herself and actually seemed nervous. That’s when I realized that it was Mrs. Martin. Then I started wondering why she was there. I started getting really nervous. She had no idea I worked there. And I didn’t want her to know. She was like an aunt to me. And I knew she would tell my mom. I was so mortified. But I was stuck up there on the bar. I tried to tilt my hat down to where she couldn’t see my face. But I was so worried that she could tell that it was me.

When the song was over, I worked my way into the ladies’ room as quickly as possible. My heart was racing and I just needed a place to hide out for a moment.

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Edging

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Good morning, Mommy” Davey chirps. His voice sounds high and eager. His cheeks are rosy, his dark hair is messily tousled, and I know exactly what’s coming. I crouch in front of him, resting my hands on his knees. “Good morning, my sweet boy,” I say, smiling. Immediately, his pupils dilate. He loves this. “Good boy…good boy…good boy.” It’s the phrase that sends him spiraling.

“Oh, Mother,” he whispers, tugging at his onesie. “Please?” I feign innocence. “Please what, darling? You know I can’t help you unless you’re a very good boy and say the magic words that every Mommy wants to hear.” His giggle is breathless and I see the telltale tent forming in his onesie. He edges like a pro, so I already know this is gonna be good. “I…um, Mommy, I want to make you proud,” he says, as his voice trembles. “Can we do family fun together, Mother?”

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He came into work. I saw him point to me. He wanted to sit in my section. I had never seen him before. But he was loud, blunt and to the point. He ordered a big mug of beer. Then he proceeded to tell me that he’s a paypig. The more he drank, the louder he got. They finally asked him to leave but he was oinking for me all the way out the door. I couldn’t stop thinking about him all night long. Finally when my shift was over, I headed out to my car. As I approached it, I heard him oinking at me. Then he came over to me on all fours. He literally started throwing money at me. And kept telling me how pathetic he is and what a loser he is. All I could do was giggle. He kept asking me how old I was. Every time I said nineteen, his boner started dripping and he started throwing more money at me. I had never seen anything like it. Then he started saying that he wants to suck and fuck cock. Every time a man would walk by, he would start panting and throwing money.

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☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403 ☏ ☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏

Mommy Anna was wrapping presents and asked little sister Zoey and Big brother Ronnie to help. They formed a production line where one person would cut the wrapping paper, the other would wrap and the third would tape it up. It was quite a good system, until Mommy Anna’s lover called.

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Hot Daddy

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Anyone who doesn’t think Santa is a hot daddy is a total liar. How could you not want him in bed with you? He’s experienced, sweet and knows how to make everyone all over the world happy.

Plus, there’s nothing hotter than making someone who’s supposed to be really sweet become extra dirty. And that’s exactly what I did this year with my new hot daddy.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was wrapping Christmas presents, when suddenly her naughty boy walked in. He asked her what she was doing, ‘’What does it look like?!’’ she barked. Her naughty boy asked if any of the presents she was wrapping were for him. ‘’You?! Of course not! You’re on Mommy’s naughty list!’’

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These Damn Littles

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Yo, you won’t believe this story, but I’mma tell it anyway. My friend had to work a double shift; she’s been trying to pull in extra money for Christmas gifts for her littles and asked me if I would come sit with ’em.

They ain’t little like that, probably grown enough to know better, but I could hear…sounds… coming from the boys’ room. She got a boy and a girl. So I crept up the stairs, listening a little harder, thinking I couldn’t be hearing what I thought I was.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Finally! I’d found the stinker that ruined Kayla’s birthday party! I held him up high for the crowd of girls to see, and they cheered. “Finally! Hurry and change him.” “Peeyouu!”, “Oh my god, he stinks!” They all erupted at once, but Kayla pushed her way closer and shoved her nose to the saggy seat of his overstuffed Pampers cruiser and yelled the loudest. “Peyouu! You is one stinky boy!” Mr. Stinkypampers’ face turned beet red as he looked back at her, smelling his stinky pants, and in a soft voice said, “Nutuh.”

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