Mommy Crissy
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Well hello there you sweet little thing. I am Mommy Crissy. Your sweet, sexy Mommy who loves to make her babies feel sooo good. Come lay down and let Mommy change that diaper.
She just loves to rub Vaseline and powder all over babies little bottom and all around his sensitive area. Mommy likes to touch her babies in their "secret" spots and she always leaves them with a big, happy, sweet smile on their little face. But don't forget to mind your manners and be sure to tell Mommy thank you when she's done!
And for my very special ab/dl's, I will show you just where Mommy's like to be touched and the perfect ways to do it when we are having our ab/dl and Mommy special time together. Mommy just loves for her little one to touch her right there, oh yes that's just perfect, what a good little boy you are to make Mommy feel so good!
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January 30, 2026
The first thing I’m aware of is the soft, crinkly sound around my hips as I stretch in the morning, and the thick, padded feeling between my legs that lays brought me comfort. My eyes flutter open to the early morning light filtering through the open curtained window, the curtains were designed with blue sky and smiling clouds, dancing across the pastel yellow walls of the nursery that made the room feel warm and happy. I’m snug in my crib, my fingers curling around the smooth white wooden bars. The […]
June 20, 2025
The nursery glowed with the sweet pastel pinks of wallpaper covered walls. I clicked the lock on the nursery door behind me once it closed, leather gloves creaking as I flexed my fingers. His eyes darted to the frilled changing table, to the stack of Pampers blooming from their plastic half ripped packaging. “Big boys don’t slam doors,” I cooed, peeling the leather gloves off one finger at a time. The scent of his sweat sharpened as I approached, that bitter tang of gym socks and panic. “But you’re not […]