Teen Rowan 1-844-33CANDY Ext 360
Naughty boy Spankings! Ronnie gets what he needs in a punishment scene with this Mommy! Today we are going shopping and Ronnie is going to be a good boy! Mommy promised him a happy meal with Mcnuggies and a trip to the toy store if he behaves. I have faith in him. I know how hard it must be for a little boy to wait around while I shop for school clothes and bras and panties for myself. We get all ready to go and Ronnie is so happy because he knows that he’s going to be a good boy today. Now I’m shopping in dense clothing racks and I just can’t find the right outfits at all! “Ronnie please quit complaining, soon we will go, mommy told you that I will give you a Happy meal and a new toy just be patient!” Minutes pass and I realize it’s been a while since I’ve seen my little son Ronnie. I start calling his name panic sets in and I ask the store clerk if he could help me! “My little boy was just here. I swear I just saw him, please help me find my boy!” Continue reading “Naughty boy Spankings!”
Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424
on Monday, Oct. 3 – 6 PM to 1 AM EST
…continued from part 4
My body was definitely not going to say no to his need. Holding him and protecting him just like the perfect Mommy, my body was feeling very unexpected tension. Wrapping my arms around him tighter, trying to send him my emotions through his eyes, he definitely understood what I was feeling. The question was if I was to be his Mommy, were the feelings reciprocated?
While continuing to suck on my nipple, he started brushing his fingertips up and down my chest. He wanted to indicate that my feelings were nothing to be ashamed of. I felt my pussy start to contract aching to feel wanted too. Coddling him, I no longer cared if there was a distinction.
Gloria 844-332-2639 ext 241
I am about to sneak out of my house like a dirty mommy while my family is asleep. I have three different hornballs that want me to come over but I’m struggling to decide who to go to! The first guy is my daughter’s cheer coach. We’ve been sneaking around for a while and his cock feels so good massaging the inside of my twat! He even lets me eat out his last born barely legal whore! She’s slightly younger than my runt but a lot freakier! Daddy ensures she knows how to drain. Even though her ripe pussy tastes so good while her daddy is plowing me, I don’t know if I’m in the mood for a threesome. Continue reading “Dirty Mommy Options”
Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424
on Thursday, Sept. 29 – 10 AM to 5 PM EST
…continued from part 3
I knew that no matter how I responded to him, he would not say no. With his mouth open like that, gurgling away like a baby, I figured I had the solution. So since I was done changing him and he still looked so needy, I pulled him closer. Then, my strong arms held him tight right against my breast where he could feel warm against my soft body. Finally, I coddled him and said soothingly, “I’m your Mommy now.”
With him in my arms looking up into my eyes, I never imagined that this could make me feel as good as it was making him feel. Just like there was a need in him to be nurtured, there was a need in me to do the nurturing. I no longer looked at him if he was a replacement, feeling his soft body in my arms completely vulnerable he was actually my baby.
Nobody knows about mommy’s secret obsession. My boy is well beyond the years of needing to nurse but … I can’t stop because I love mommy son roleplay phone sex.
The breastfeeding started when he was just a boy but his response to it has changed over the years. Before he would coo and giggle but now, my lactating tits make his cock grow with excitement. I love how hard and firm he gets for mommy. Honestly, it makes my pussy so wet! I never miss an opportunity to cater to him and he never refuses when I offer. We kiss and rub all over each other’s hot spots until I reach into his diaper. When my fingers return wet and sticky from webs of precum I lay my sunshine on his back and unsnap his pamper. Exposing his cock I take him into my mouth until I gag. When the tip of my big boy hit my lips I twirl my tongue and taste his sweet fluids.
Continue reading “Mommy’s Big Boy”
Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424
on Monday, Sept. 26 – 5 AM to 12 PM EST
…continued from part 2
It took me a bit of a turn but gradually I gave in. I did not have the desire to say no. How odd to find myself giving in to a man who wanted to be a baby. Still sitting on the floor, legs crossed, looking up at me emphatically to see what my first move would be. While a part of me felt flattered, all of a sudden I also felt very maternal. So I asked simply, “Does baby need to be changed?” He got on the bed and laid back very anxious to get started.
Honestly, I was not sure of how to get started. But the back of my brain seemed to know where to go even if I thought that I didn’t. I slowly started to peel off his clothes acting just as if he was a doll completely at my control. I started remembering how I would change my dolls when I was little. Before I knew it, he was completely down to his boxers which I felt looked all wrong on him. I knew exactly what would make it look better.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
It’s been two days since I took away Todd’s pooty rights. So far, he’s only wet his diaper, but I know he can’t hold out forever. This morning, I noticed he had been rubbing his tummy. I think I even heard it gurgling. “Awe, Todd. Are you hungry, baby?” I thought maybe feeding him would make him feel better. But instead, he shook his head with a worried look. “May I use the potty, Mommy?” He begged in a small voice.
“No, Sir! That’s what your diapers are for, remember? No more potty time. You’ll mess yourself like the baby you are.”
Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424
on Tuesday, Sept. 20 – 10 AM to 7 PM EST
…continued from part 1
Without a gust of wind, completely unbeknownst to my understanding, he was in his bedroom right behind me. But instead of being insistent about asking what I was doing, he jumped down, sat on the floor, and looked up at me with imploring eyes. He had just gotten home from work so he was dressed in a nice shirt with tie. He did not say no. He questioned one word, “Mommy?”
Although he was definitely startled by seeing me holding up the oversized diaper that was in his drawer, the word also had excitement in it. I had no idea, however, how I was supposed to respond to this. I had never been in a situation like this. But – I had heard about this from many of my girlfriends. My roommate is what many would call an adult baby. My mind startled as it suddenly came to light that this diaper was his. Should I allow myself to continue with this charade, or should I say no?
Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424
on Wednesday, Sept. 14 – 8 AM to 2 PM EST
There are just some times that you cannot say no.
I had kind of known what I was getting into all along. I knew that he was different from the rest and had his own way of doing things. But nonetheless when I opened the drawer, I could not contain my shock. Why did he have an over-sized diaper right next to his socks? He could be immature at times, sure, but I never thought that he would wear a diaper. I had heard of it before, where grown men would wear diapers, and there were different theories, including regression. But when it came to my roommate, the thought had never even entered my mind.
Standing in shock, I had not heard the movement behind me. He caught me with the diaper lifted in my hand and demanded to know what I was doing snooping in his room. When I couldn’t answer, he folded his arms over his chest and started pouting. Despite the fact that he could be immature, I had never seen this type of behavior before. The only way that I could define it is that he was regressing.
Sweet Lovin’ Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
SMALL PENIS HUMILIATION can be so hard for me! I was raised to be kind, always. No matter how SMALL or INADEQUATE a man’s dick is, my mother always said ” If I didn’t have anything nice to say, I should just bite my tongue.”…and when a cock is so very unimpressive, that’s what I’ve always done. Bitten my tongue or lied through my teeth and told the USELESS MAN how I didn’t care about size. “It’s not the size of the boat, baby, but the motion of the ocean that matters!” *eye roll*
Well, that’s a load of bull. I do care about size! I DESIRE long, thick, fuck sticks, and I’m taking so much joy in telling the truth to my little-dicked callers!