Mommy and Son ABDL Roleplay: Breastfeeding but with a twist

Our days are filled with gentle play. I dress him in the softest pastel onesies, the kind that snap right over his diaper aswell as the full legged one that hugs his body like a warm hug. Sometimes I choose the frilly romper with little bear ears on the hood, or the snug sleeper with cartoon trains marching across the chest. Underneath, I always pick a fresh diaper, maybe the thick, crinkly disposable printed with bright yellow duckies that swell so beautifully when they’re wet, or the fluffy cloth one with extra padding that makes the cutest waddle when he crawls. I love powdering him up, taping it nice and snug, then popping his favorite binkie between his lips, the one with the blue shield and little star pattern he sucks on so contentedly.

We play for hours. I scatter his colorful stacking blocks and squeaky rubber duckies on the play mat while he giggles and reaches for his soft teddy bear. I tickle his tummy, read him silly stories, and rock him in my lap until he’s all relaxed and ready for the best part of our day.

Tonight we were on the couch as usual having a relaxing night since it made things all the more better. I had him cradled against me, his head resting on my chest in that perfect little way. “Time for milky, sweetheart,” I whispered, unbuttoning my silky blouse. My full, heavy breasts were already tingling, warm drops of milk beading at the tips. He latched on eagerly, his mouth closing around my nipple with that hungry little whimper. The moment he started sucking, slow, deep pulls that drew my sweet milk into his mouth, something shifted. His eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss, but I felt him growing hard against my thigh as his diaper crinkled with the small movement, his bigger body betraying how turned on my sweet baby boy was getting from Mommy’s lactation by sucking on my sweet tit.

I stroked his hair and kept feeding him, letting him nurse longer than usual while his hips rocked ever so slightly. The wet sounds of his sucking mixed with his soft, needy moans around my breast. His thick diaper crinkled as he squirmed, the duckies stretching tight over his growing excitement. I smiled down at him, whispering, “That’s it, baby… drink Mommy’s milk and let it make you all tingly and hard for me.”

There’s nothing quite like a mix of innocent baby time and that delicious adult heat. If you’re craving your own Mommy to dress you, change your diapers, play with your toys, and feed you from her warm, milky breasts until you can’t hide how excited you get… you know where to call, 1-888-430-2010

Come be my good boy, Mommy’s waiting.