Mommy Jackie
My Bio:
My favorite phone has always been Baby Adults, and I am very happy to play with cute boys and girls like you! I like the sensibility of age games and ABie RPG and the total abandonment...I like to completely control my children, strangle them with love and affection, or punish them when they misbehave! Oh yes, mother Jackie is a spanking person, but just to make sure you are on the right path, mother Jackie thinks you should go! I will throw my kids on my knees at the first sign of cheeky, and I will red their butts with my palms, so don't taste the mother's taste! I will change your diapers like a baby, and I will wipe your butt every time an accident! Babies who lose their temper will also find themselves spanked by me and naughty little sissy-mean sissy girls will end up with ruffled skirts over their heads, ruffled panties will be pulled down and spanked, they don’t meeting. Forget about it!
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Firm Rules & Orders
Age Regression
Forced ABDL
Old School Lessons
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September 21, 2026
I’m sitting alone in the living room, scrolling through my phone as the sun sets outside into that nice beautiful hue of pinks and yellows. Suddenly, I hear the familiar ringtone I set for Mark’s number flashing on my screen. Mark, my 29 year old stepson, who’s always been such a sweet person. I glance around to make sure no one else is home, then pick up the phone with a quick “Hello darling.” “Mmm, hey Mom,” Mark’s husky voice greets me over the phone speaker. “I’m having a rough day, and I was thinking about you…” The sound of his voice makes me tingle inside. “Oh Mark, you know I’m always here for you, my dear boy,” I purr, sinking back into the couch cushions and getting a bit more comfortable. “Tell me what’s on your mind…” As we chat, my mind begins to wander. I close my eyes and picture you, Mark, lying in your bed with your hand sliding down to cup your growing hardness. I remember the way you watched me last week as I got dressed, your eyes roaming over my curves and lingering on my perky breasts straining against my blouse, when you thought I didn’t notice. “Mark, darling,” I breathe into the phone. “I can’t stop thinking about how you looked at me the other day in my new lingerie set. The way your eyes sparked with something Not just admiration…I know it’s dirty, but I’ve often wondered if you fantasize about me sometimes…” I pause, letting the implication hang in the air. My hand drifts down to rub my already wet pussy through my lace panties. “Come on sweetie, you can tell me… What desires fill your mind when you think of your stepmommy?” A shuddering moan escapes your lips and floats through the phone speaker after I was done speaking, telling me everything I need to know. “Oh Mark, my precious boy,” I coo. “You have no idea how much it turns me on to know that you dream about me like that. Like a naughty, stepmommy…” My fingers slip beneath my damp panties and begin to lazily circle my swollen clit. “Let’s play a little game, shall we? I want you to describe in vivid detail exactly what you imagine me doing with you. Don’t hold back, Mark, tell Mommy every filthy, depraved thing that’s on your mind…” I gasp […]
August 10, 2026
Your fingers tremble as you dial the number that you’ve seen from the website, pressing the call button with a shaky breath as you hear it go through. After a few rings, a soft, sweet voice answers. “Hello darling, Mommy’s here. What did you need?” Her tone is warm and inviting, making your Wee wee twitch in your pants, almost out of anticipation. You hesitate for a moment, then take a deep breath to calm your nerves and say what you’ve been craving from mommy. You’re kneeling on the bed, the phone pressed to your ear as you stammer out your request. “Mommy…I n-need my diapee changed. It’s all smelly and wet…I made a mess.” Your cheeks burn with humiliation even having to call the line and talk to a mommy, but the aching need in your swollen pee pee rises over the shame you feel. She hums softly in thought towards hearing your voice, so small sounding and full of need that she can meet, her voice when speaking again is full of understanding and a decision already thought of. “There, there my little AB…Mommy will take care of you. Just lay back and let Mommy make everything feel allll… better.” She guides you through the process of your diaper change, her words are detailed while almost painting an immersive picture in your mind, you can almost move around in. “Go ahead sweetie, let it all out. Wet that diapee real good for mommy. That’s it, I feel how wet it is You’re doing so well, being such a good boy for Mommy.” You moan, your hips rocking as you envision her touching and stroking your aching wee wee while you pee, the stream catching on the cotton and being absorbed more through the mess. The forbidden act makes every part of you ache, cummies seeping from your tip to soak into the cloth. She praises every shuddering spurt, her praises and encouragement driving you wild and throwing you over the edge. Next, she tells you to suck on a bottle, the latex nipple swollen with warmed milk when you suckled. The pacifier fills your mouth as she croons dirty words. “Mommy’s good boy, look how big and hard you’re getting, all from sucking Mommy’s bottle like a greedy little AB baby. Mommy wants to see you play with your little wee wee while you guzzle down your juice […]