Hi playthings,
This is Mama June. Welcome to PhoneMoms.com! I am really excited about this new site. Isn’t it pretty? Mommy Emma designed it and I think she did a wonderful job! We will be sharing this site as a place to write about our maternal phone sex adventures. We might eventually open it up for callers to share their writing here, too. Would you like that?
My plan is to share mostly maternal role play scenes here, but for my inaugural post I will just be explaining my take on this fetish. If you are an ABDL baby, you will likely be happiest calling Mommy Emma. She loves babies! 🙂 I am not as interested in little ones that age. I prefer topics with more psychological possibilities.
I am happiest working with adult callers who want to return to a time of sexual awakening.
If you enjoy sharing your memories of first sexual experiences, I would love to hear from you! If you want to reinvent your sexual development, I can help. Whether you enjoy hypnosis as a tool for age regression or you just want a role play session where you become my girl and I feminize you and teach you about girlish sexuality, it is all fun for me. 🙂 I enjoy being a twisted nurturing maternal presence.
And then, of course, there is discipline. I LOVE spanking and other impact play – up to severe CBT. I also enjoy using erotic humiliation as a tool to deepen your submission.
Please feel free to email me if you have any questions about topics that will please me. I am looking forward to guiding you and shaping you.
Your new Mama,
A couple days ago, one of my baby boys, Jamesie, gave me a call and I want to tell you all about our special chat together. He said, “Mommy Emma, I want to be a really good boy for you, and I’m gonna keep my diaper clean and I’m going to be a good boy!” He went on to tell me all about his day, about playing in the dirt and the mud, and seeing puppies, and then seeing his especially good friend Joey! He got so excited about his day, and telling me about it, that I noticed he was getting really squirmy . . . I asked if he needed to go to his potty chair, and then the horror flooded his face as his little pee-pee flooded his diaper. Too late for the potty now! Poor Jamesie put his hands over his crotch and burst into tears. “Please Mommy, I meant to be good, I really did, I just forgotted! It was uh accident!”
Then, just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, his little face turned even redder and he put his hands behind him on his bottom. The smell from his diaper left no doubt about what else was too late for the potty!