Momma Rosa
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Momma Rosa is here for all her little babies and she'll make sure every single baby is taken care of the way they should be. Mommy Rosa will feed you, give you your bath, change your diapers, all while you boss her around like the spoiled little brat you are, demanding she do more and more and more.....
No matter what you do to Momma Rosa is always there to be your personal mommy who you can mistreat and abuse as much as you want. The last time you took her towel when she was showering and made her run out naked until she breastfed you the way you demanded was a perfect example of the mean things you do to Mommy Rosa. When ever you need your poopy diaper changed and you pooped in it on purpose just to make Mommy Rosa have to clean it up, really upset her but she loves you so much she will do anything for her babies.
When shes spoon feeding you and you throw your food on the floor kicking and screaming and demand her to lick it up off the floor she will do it just for her baby. When she's down there and you pull out your whittle pee pee and make her suck out all your milk, shes filled with joy because she knows she's helping her little baby get ready for bed draining his little weenie.
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Breast Feeding
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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 […]