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A Students Request

It was the first day of class and the young man had on a nice collared shirt and blue

jeans. He was quiet and reserved and didn’t speak much but I caught him staring at me as I began my lecture. He wasn’t even bothering to hide it and he wasn’t bothering to pay attention. He zoned out but then he came to his senses and focused. After the lecture I walked around the room as the class worked on the day’s assignment. I was amazed at how his notebook looked when I walked by given how little he had paid attention. As I turned away I saw his eyes follow me, as he undressed me with his eyes. A few moments later his group called me over for help and he asked a question but there was no hint of interest as he asked. He looked me straight in the eye, made a direct query, made some notes and was quite polite. The class went on without incident though I saw he checked me out every time I walked by. After class he lagged behind and I noticed he was limping. Again nothing out of the ordinary, he just handed me the green sheet as we call it. This is standard at all universities for anyone who may need classroom accommodations as required by law. Again he was polite, courteous and even conversational. I detected no hint of lust or seduction.
The class sailed smoothly on for several more weeks and he did quite well. Everything co-works told me was true. He was an excellent student and very respectful. Then one afternoon some unforeseen circumstances changed everything. On this particular day 75% of the class was absent and those who were there breezed through their work and left. That left me and him alone in the room. Awkward silences ensued. Though he clearly had a thing for me he didn’t dare make a move. I went to check on him and while he wasn’t really struggling I could tell this was going to take awhile and I wanted to leave just as bad as he did. “Would you like my help?” I asked innocently. I could see Goosebumps course through him as he nodded. I assisted him and then I walked into a mine field saying “if there’s anything I can do to help you please don’t hesitate to ask.” It was a half sincere offer and half a tease. I pushed my luck prodding him almost daring him to open his mouth. He looked as if he had something on his mind. He opened his mouth and no words spilled out. Finally he said “I need help with something but you’re not in a position to help me.” I smiled and pressed on. This was too much for him. He just looked me in the eye and said “Fine I want to “rape” you and fuck you hard.” Hearing him utter these words though not unexpected was a shock. I was at a loss, finally uttering Wow! He completed his work and turned it in to me and smiled turning to leave. Before he walked out I gave him my phone numbers and directions to my house and told him he was welcome to drop by anytime and I’d see what I could do in terms of helping him out. I’ll keep you posted and let you know if he cums by.

 

As if my day couldn’t get any worse….

I knew that today was going to be a bad day when I stumbled out of bed. It all started with the killer hangover. My head hurt so fucking bad! Then, when I was out running some errands with my daughter, my car broke down. I was so fucking pissed off. It’s been giving me such problems lately and I just spent a few hundred bucks to get it fixed. I thought it was my lucky day when one of my daughter’s friends stopped by and offered to help.

He told me could fix it pretty easy, but it wouldn’t be cheap. Well, I didn’t have any money to pay him, but I did have my slutty daughter. I could tell by the way he was checking her out that he really wanted to fuck her so I made a deal, if he repaired my car, he could fuck her all he wanted. He ended up talking me into letting him fuck her first, bad move. They disappear into his RV and next thing I know they’re driving off, leaving me stranded on the side of the road. As If my day couldn’t get any worse!

 

A day in the life:

Tuesday. That must mean Mr. Thompson up first, 9:30. Mr. Brown at 11:00. New client at 1:30, Mr. Fisher. Hmm, problem there, Fisher lives across town and 4:00 client lives in the next town over. Mr. Sanders at 4:00. Tight scheduling. Mr. & Mrs. Watkins at 7:00.

Bigger day than usual.

9:30, Thompson. Maternity bra unclasped, starting with the left breast today. He suckles and soon I’m breastfeeding a 45 year-old man. He’s a good boy really, a healthy, happy baby. He’s fussy though, must have all the milk available. Such an appetite!

10:05, left breast depleted, switch to right.

“Something tastes different today,” says my baby. Ah, his first words. I’m so proud.

“My diet has been a little different over the past week. Does it still taste good?”

“Very yummy, mummy!” What a cute little boy, suckle away, you need all the strength you can get. Growing boys need mother’s milk, to grow up big and strong.

10:32. Right breast depleted, time for mother to get going.

“Same time next week?”

“No, I have to go out of town for couple of weeks, so it’ll be a while,” says he.

“Well, I’ll have plenty saved up for you then, so maybe you’ll need more time.” I love my little baby.

11:00, Brown, walking distance from Thompson’s, rather awkward, ass is really stuffed, and have to drink lots of water. Have about two litres from sports bottles. Brown is already sitting at his desk, head down in shame.

Really, getting detention again! How students learn anything these days when they spend all their time rough housing and getting into trouble. It makes me so angry, I need to enforce discipline. Time to break out the trusty old cane.

“Brown, front and centre! You’ve been very naughty haven’t you, young man?

“Yes ma’am.”

“You need discipline don’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Really, a fifty year old schoolboy, getting into fights. You should be setting an example for the younger students!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t start it, it was-,”

“No excuses Mr. Brown. You need to be punished.”

“No please, ma’am, please. I’ll do anything!”

“No, no. You need discipline. Pants down, bend over the desk!” Insolent little boy, trying to weasel out of punishment. I’ll give him the caning of his life.

WHACK! Whimpering, a little boy trying to act like a man. Well, a man needs to know pain and discipline to get through life. WHACK! Right across the buttocks. Red lines, signs that he’s learning something. WHACK, WHACK. WHACK!

He cries like the boy that he really is.

“If you want to be a man, you’ve got learn rules and discipline. If this is the only way to help you, I must punish you!” More whacks, and he begs me, please stop. But I can’t. It’s for his own good! Begging is the last refuge for hopeless little boys. He must be a man!

I whack him silly, his little bottom, once so pale, is now burning with crimson fire of shame and guilt. Yes, he shall learn from this, surely.

“Very well, Mr. Brown. Have you learned you lesson?”

“Yes ma’am,” between sobs.

“Detention is over.”

11:45, leaving Brown. In transit to Mr. Fisher. Drinking more water while riding bus across town. Another two litres, bladder really, really hurts. Need to pee, but must hold it in. Ass is uncomfortable because of bladder pressure.

1:30, Fisher residence. Balding little man in glasses and a turtleneck. Well, he just want’s acts not roles.

“Where’s your toilet?” I really need to go now.

“This way, let me get my camera.” That’s right, he wants footage. Most people don’t, it could be discovered by their relatives and expose their secret desires and stuff.

“Okay, face away, and squat over the toilet.” He leaves the seat up. Camera rolling, you’re a star girl! “Wait a minute, first fill this glass, then the rest for the flush.”

Whatever you say baldy. It’s a pretty small glass, and filling it only causes more suffering, since I have to hold back the rest. My bladder is killing me, and my ass is getting really uncomfortable. I fill the glass, then he turns the camera on himself, and drinks my pee.

“How is it?”

“Not quite as delicious as I’d been led to believe. Oh well, ready?” I nod. “Go!”

And boy do I go. It’s such a relief to be rid of all this liquid. It takes a couple of minutes to get it all out. He comes over and pats me dry with toilet paper.

“Wonderful, just exquisite.” Another satisfied customer! That’s always something to be proud of.

“So, same time next week?”

“Actually, I think just this once was good enough for me. Plus I have the tape. You’ve given me a treasured memory. Thank you so much.”

Well, I aim to please, as they say.

1:47, leaving Fisher. Catching bus to neighbouring town, have to make it to Mr. Sanders. Ass feels a little better now, but a long bus ride just leaves me itching and anxious.

4:00, Sanders.

“Hello again, well, let’s see what you’ve got for me this week!” He’s so excited, I hope I can live up to his expectations. It’s really hard to come up with a weekly surprise for Mr. Sanders, but his life is so dull, I just have to help out.

“Do you have some lubricant? I think I’ll need it.” He has some, you know it’s not the kind of stuff you can carry around with you all day. He grabs his camera. His surprises are the gift the keeps on giving, when he tapes them that is.

I apply a rather generous amount of lube to my anus, and do my best to get some up into my rectum. I’m kneeling on the couch for this, but it could get a little messy. Oh well, another surprise for him then.

I push mightily. Strain, strain, push, huff. It’s quite an ordeal getting something out of your ass that’s been up there all day long.

“Wow, you’re so amazing!” He loves these gifts. Shame his appointment isn’t later, then he could use today’s surprise with tonight’s dinner.

I push and strain. And eventually, a nice long and thick cucumber emerges from my anus. Let me tell you, it’s like getting over constipation. That first time you get something truly enormous out of your butt, you feel so much better for it.

“Oh my God! Thank you, thank you!” He shouts with glee at the rectal cucumber.

CuCUMber, get it? Nobody likes that joke.

“I’m gonna eat this right now. Time for a salad!” Well, that’s the best thanks I can get. My ass is good enough to eat out of.

4:45, that cucumber sure took a while to come out. But the bus ride home is much more relaxing for it’s absence. And the rest of my day is relaxing too.

7:00, Watkins residence. They just want someone to watch, and to operate a camera. They didn’t trust a guy, and didn’t want to ask a friend. So I get the job. And I can’t complain. It’s easy, pays well, and I like doing it.

I’m very helpful that way.

9:15, man can those guys last! Always fun to watch. Better than TV, better than a movie. I love my job. Anyway, my day is over. Time to go home and take a long bath.

Mommy’s Boy

My son Dennis was packing to go on a trip and I wasn’t going to see him for six weeks, which is a long time for a single Mother to be seperated from her only son. He is my life. I was helping him get packed all the previous week and the night prior to his departure, we sat down to have dinner and a nice conversation on the sofa. As we ate dessert my son and I discussed what being away from home for an extended period of time would be like. We discussed his hopes and fears and as we dived deeper into the conversation we grew closer emotionally and physically. He was slowly sliding towards me and by the end of our chat he was right beside me his arms wrapped around my shoulders. We embraced for ages and finally he gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I wasn’t expecting this at all, and I was really taken aback but I played along. He ran his fingers through my hair as he tangled himself around me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. Shocked but pleased I kissed him hard and deep. As we made out he began to fondle my tits and remove my shirt. I had no bra on so he Dennis was easily able to massage my breasts cupping them. He took them and squeezed them hard. As he carrassed my tits he began to suck my nipples gently as I ran my hands down his chest. He was strong, built and muscular and I could feel my pussy getting moist as he sucked my nipples hard. He slowly worked his way down and began to massage my inner thighs and I was wetter than ever. Slowly he took off my shorts and was shocked to find I didn’t have on any panties. My cunt was squeezed tight in my shorts and moist as he spread my lips. Before I let him go any further I insisted on removing his jeans. As I got on my knees I saw his bulge poking through his jeans. I quickly removed his jeans and boxers and took his cock in my hands massaging it and stroking the shaft up and down. He moaned lightly and then we assumed a steamy 69. I lowered my wet cunt down to his face and he dug his tongue into my pussy licking my clit. The sensation of his tongue nearly made me cum as I took his cock deeper and harder in my mouth. I massaged his balls as he slid a finger into my wet pussy. “Ooooh oohhh baby Dennis you are making Mommy feel so good. Now I need you inside me. Give it to me.” I slid down my pussy just above his cock as I squatted down, the tip of his prick hitting my lips as I slid it inside my wet tunnel. I rode him nice and hard as he held my hips and grabbed my ass spanking it. Harder and deeper he lovingly plunged into me as we fucked. His balls slapped my pussy as we went deeper and faster thrusting into me. It was a passionate loving night and quite a way to send off my son.

Love with my Son

I remember the night quite fondly. The rain was pounding the roof hard that night, I mean it was really coming down, and my husband and I were really going at it. He was fucking me better than he had in ages. We weren’t worried about getting caught by our 8 year old son, he was fast asleep. I was moaning loudly my husband was really getting in to it tonight.

My son quietly entered the room and what he saw excited him and he sat there for several minutes. It was then I saw him playing with his cock that I stopped our raunchy activities much to my husband’s bitter disappointment. “What’s the matter Baby? How long have you been standing there?” I asked sweetly for I could sense something was amiss (aside from my 8 year old son seeing his mother getting fucked I mean). He was trembling and I told him to climb in bed. “Tell Mommy what’s the matter?” I said as I gave him a hug. As I did I felt his hard baby cock in his Pj’s. “Mommy I am scared of the rain” he said shyly. I consoled him like any good mother would do and told him to lie in bed with me. As he snuggled up to me his Daddy began to fuck me again. At this point what could it hurt? My son had already witnessed it so this couldn’t do anymore damage. As his Daddy started fucking me again I moaned loudly and held my son close to me against my breasts. As I did that he instinctively put his hands on my breasts and before I had encouraged him he was sucking my nipples softly of his own accord. It felt so good to have my baby sucking my nipples. I pulled away from my husband enjoying the nurture I was giving my son and as he stopped sucking my nipples I began to softly suck his nipples. His cock was harder than ever and I felt it improper for me to leave my son with such a painful bulge. I took down his pants and began sucking his tiny young cock licking the head. I was easily able to suck it all and massage his shaft and balls as he moaned in delight. This was how a Mother comforted her son. I kept sucking his cock faster and harder and all my husband could do was watch bitterly. Soon I took my son’s prick out of my mouth and licked all the pre-cum out of his dick. After I had cleaned his cock he got on top of me and the tip of his cock touched my pussy. I felt so wet and excited. I helped guide him inside me and looking straight at my husband told him “his services were no longer needed.” He was relegated to the sofa as my son slid his baby cock inside me. Don’t mistake size for pleasure. With my help and guidance my son pushed deeper inside me and even began to thrust his baby cock inside me. The feeling was unlike anything my husband could or would ever give me and it was at that moment that my son replaced his father as my lover. My son is the perfect lover, and through the course of the night he hit my clit repeatedly sending me into a world of bliss that I never wanted to leave.

Come To Mommy

Are you looking for the perfect woman? Do you need someone to spend a night on the town with? Look no further gentlemen. I am the phone sex babe you’ve been dreaming of, the companion you desire and the woman that will make all others pale in comparison. I would love nothing more than to have a nice romantic dinner with you and then take a nice slow walk enjoying the night life.

 Maybe you need a date to the company party? I would be honored to go with you. Maybe you just need someone to talk to and spend time with you. I love to have a long intelligent conversation over drinks or just cuddle by the pool.

 My services guarantee total satisfaction and you’ll be calling me back in no time flat!


Trudy and her Daddy MMM

When I was six years old my Daddy sat me down to have what he called “a big talk”. Mommy had just gotten me a nice dress for an upcoming social and though she frowned upon it I insisted I had to wear it. I pranced around the house skipping and singing showing anyone who would watch my newest prize.

Daddy was on the sofa reading, glasses on his nose, when he called me over. Happily I jumped up on his lap eagerly showing him my new outfit hoping for his approval. He held me close and then a smile crept over his face. Since we were alone for the day this was the perfect opportunity to give me “a big girl talk.” I was excited. I hated always being called a little girl while my older sisters were called women or young ladies. First Daddy explained that our discussion was strictly confidential, our own little secret and that I was to tell no one. Once I had agreed he began to explain to me that real women possessed certain skills one of which was taking care of a man. This really didn’t surprise me, Mommy cooked, cleaned and helped Daddy any way she could and us daughters were expected to follow suit. When I told Daddy this, he informed me I was about to learn another way to take care of a man. He began to fondle me running his hand inside my inner thigh and when I questioned him he simply told me this was how men loved women. I couldn’t disappoint my Daddy whom I loved more than any other man in the universe. He had me take off my new dress and hang it somewhere safe and he too took off his shirt. Now came the first lesson. Daddy had me kneel in front of him. Once I assumed the position Daddy pointed out a figure sticking out in his pants. He explained that his penis was getting hard and needed to be taken care of. “How do I take care of your penis Daddy?” I asked innocently. He took my hand and ran it against his pants and I felt his penis hard like wood through the fabric as he helped me run my hand up and down his organ. “The penis Trudy, is also called a cock or a dick, or even a prick depending on whom you ask but they are all the same thing. Now help Daddy get his pants off so he can free his cock from its prison.” I pulled down his pants and boxers and to my amazement Daddy’s cock sprang out and nearly slapped me in the face. It was huge and thick and he looked excited. He guided my hands back onto his prick and I began to rub it up and down as Daddy moaned. Moaning Daddy explained meant he was pleased so I tried my hardest to make him moan louder. Daddy gave me tips on how to squeeze his cock just right and rub it up and down. He also had me run his balls through my hands and as I did I discovered his shaft. Being silly I decided to tickle his shaft and he groaned and moaned louder than ever. I was really getting the motion of rubbing my Daddy’s cock down and as I stroked him sticky fluid oozed out in pellets. Daddy’s pre-cum oozed onto my hand and he encouraged me to taste it. Though sticky and salty at first I found on second taste that I liked the smell and taste so I made it my goal to get more to cum out. Daddy told me that if I wanted that to happen I could suck his cock like a lollypop which sounded like a damn fine idea to me; after all I love a good lollypop. With his instruction I licked the head and tip of his prick and tasted more semen from his piss slit. Daddy encouraged me to suck his dick and I held it in my hands and took it in my mouth. I had no idea how big or thick Daddy really was. One bit in and he nearly engulfed me as my cheeks puffed and my mouth widened. Daddy helped ease the shock and slowly I sucked his cock twisting it with my hands. I found the deeper down I went the more cock I could swallow and the harder Daddy got. I also discovered that if I varied my speed Daddy moaned more so I’d take his cock in fast and deep and then retreat going slowly and swirling my tongue around. I sucked Daddy’s cock awhile varying pace and amount and all the while he just smiled moaning his love for me. His cock pulsed but nothing happened and now he signaled for me to stop. I was drooling a mix of spit salvia and cum and Daddy’s cock was dripping wet. Next Daddy explained he needed to prepare me for (cherry) peach picking and he had me lie down and spread my legs wide. Again Daddy massaged my inner thighs with his strong hands and he told me my peach “was ripe for picking.” Not only that but he was going to give me a feeling and sensation I had never had before. He slid a finger to my peach and gently rubbed it up and down opening my lips as he did so. Normally he’d slide a finger in but my peach still had a cherry and there was only one way to properly pop that, but in the meantime he could prepare me. He leaned down and slid his tongue right in my peach slit.  I moaned it was unlike anything I knew, it felt really good. Faster and deeper he dug his tongue in as I moaned wildly. This didn’t stop him, rather he seemed encouraged. He found a tiny piece of my peach and sucked it as if he hoped nectar would emerge and before I could stop myself I felt a sensation, a contraction and OH MY GOD! I was pissing on Daddy. As the liquid shot out Daddy didn’t flinch, move, or even seem surprised. I had just had my first orgasm which meant I was ready to become a woman.

 

Daddy explained that to become a woman he needed to insert his cock in my peach and later in my ass. I was scared. How was such a big thing supposed to fit in such a tiny hole? Daddy warned me I’d feel some pain as I adjusted but that I’d adjust and feel like I did when he ate my peach. He laid me down and opened my legs and slowly slid his loving cock to my slit. He kissed me full on the lips and slowly slid (or tried anyway) inside me. I was tight and Daddy was having trouble. Finally on the fourth push I felt a sharp shot of pain and a pop! Daddy eased into me as tears mixed with pain and moans filled the room. He held me in his arms securely and slowly thrust his hips in to mine. His cock was in my peach and it hurt like hell. Finally after awhile, pain turned to pleasure and I felt my peach hug Daddy’s cock tight. He thrust deep and hard in to me varying speeds. He’d go fast for a few strokes and then slow down. As he fucked me hard and deep he slid a finger to my asshole and wiggled it. My ass was surely tighter than my peach but Daddy thought I could handle it so to prepare me he spread my cheeks and slid a finger in. The sensations of his cock in my peach distracted me from his finger in my ass. He kept thrusting hard and deep in my tight peach as I wrapped myself inwardly around his thick cock. It was long before this embrace had Daddy moaning and pulsing. He was cumming and that liquid I had so eagerly awaited as I sucked his cock was filling my sliced peach. He sat inside me draining the cum from his cock and then he pulled out. Sticky cum drooled from his cock and my peach was full to the brim. As a strand dangled I caught it with my tongue and swallowed it. Yummy! I had worn Daddy out and I sat happily in his arms.

I love all my diaper babies!

Are you an adult baby or diaper lover?
Do you need to talk to someone who undertands your kink?
A Mommy who knows how to help you take that “erotic step back through time ” to your childhood?

Cum spend some time with Mommy Morgan and let’s explore: 

  * Diapers  * Breast Feeding  *  Discipline/Spanking * Gender Switch  * Bath Time *  Feminization * Sissy Play*  And much more!

I would love to dress you in a pretty baby outfit and let you play with my assortment of baby things and treat you like the good or bad baby that you are. So, bring your baby toys, clothes , diapers and favorite blankie or stuffed animal.. and Let’s Play!!!

Mommy Morgan Loves You Baby!!

My secret…

I am the hot soccer MILF. Every morning I cook my family breakfast before I send them on their way. Once I have the house all to myself… I put my indicator on and get really excited to phone fuck.

This is the perfect job for me because I am such a bad girl and what better way to explore all my fantasies while the little ones are at school. I defiantly have all my nosey neighbors fooled. They think I stuff envelopes from home for my paycheck. They think I am a wonderful Mom (which I am) but little do they know I am a sex freak!

I love calls that exploit me as a horny MILF. I love to play mommy fantasies, incest, age play and whatever else your creative mind can think of. I am completely open minded to do anything.

Your Sexy MILF,

Stacey

 

Mommy Morgan is Upset!

“Hey! What the hell are you doing? Mommy specifically told you not to do that again. Come on over here.” So now you walk to me in shame. You look at me with a sad face and even start to cry softly but I take no pity. “I warned you didn’t I son? Did Mommy tell you not do that again?” You nod quietly and look down. “Come on bend over my knee.” You do as instructed not daring to cause more trouble as I pull down your pants and expose your bare ass. Taking the spoon from my bedside table I hold you tight.

 

WHAP! “This will continue until I believe you are sorry so you’d better convince me soon cause I got no problem beating your ass.”

WHAP! You yell out and I continue. Finally after a good twenty lashes Mommy is satisfied and she tells you to go to your room. You leave with your head down and head off not daring to sit on your red ass.

What have you done wrong? Does Mommy need to punish you? Call me now and this strict Mommy will discipline you.