Category: Dirty Mommy

  Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403 // Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring. Alas, there was the gentleman she met at spankings’ anonymous. But how did he know where she lived? And what was he doing on her porch? He looked just as surprised to see her open the door as she was to see him standing there! ‘’Hello…Anna.’’ He said. ‘’Hello, Ron…’’ she answered as they gazed into each other’s eyes and invisible sparks flew all over the porch. ‘’Can I help you?’’ Anna asked. Ron looked at her from head to toe, then grinned. ‘’ May I introduce you the spanking machine!’’ he said, as he pulled a blanket off from his device sitting on her porch. Anna’s eyes lit up like the fourth of July. It was like the answer to all of her prayers.

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XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419

Therapist Laylene’s newest  – you will want to catch up on Part 1 right here before continuing.

Oh? You did what? My dad’s cock looked so interesting, but I didn’t know how to tell him, and I didn’t want to look clueless or unsure around him, so I played with my brother’s cock first.
Older or younger brother, I asked.
Younger. Much younger.
So, Polly is a molesting whore herself, and not just any kind of molesting whore, but the mind that molests younger brothers.
Tell me what you did to your much younger brother you filthy whore.
Well, he was sitting playing with his toys and I got on my knees, opened his legs, pulled his cock out of his pants, and started sucking on it.
What did you think of it, Polly?
I liked it, she told me. Liked what, I asked.
I liked the way it got hard and I liked the power I had. I liked the way it tasted. I like the way it felt in my mouth.
Did your brother like it? No, he didn’t.
Why didn’t you stop? Because I liked it, and I didn’t care about him.

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Tessa 844-332-2639 Ext 445

There’s something exhilarating about the meals that we have together. You and I both get all dressed up for these excursions, and then we sit there and partake in an activity that would normally be considered vanilla. We don’t really do vanilla, so we make it into our own sick and twisted version. From a slutty MILF’s perspective, it just makes a boring adventure so much more appetizing and palatable. And I know you totally get off on the fact that no one else knows what’s going on underneath the table.

We were at this gorgeous, not to mention quite expensive restaurant. We ordered so much food. The looks we were giving each other were enough to put us into overdrive. We both enjoy getting out of our element though. Your eyes don’t hide a certain look of anticipated twisted fun. And I fully admit, divulging in something other than boring completely soaked my silky smooth black panties.

From under the table, I removed my panties, which by the way were soaked with my sweet nectar. I handed them to you.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445

 

There is a part of me that appreciated being younger and innocent, though was I ever truly innocent? Was I always a pre-made slut in training? From such a young age, I was wearing crop tops, short skirts, and bending over. My panty of choice during those outfits would have been some cute white panties of course. Well, Mommy is the one who bought me those outfits, even if sometimes I did ask nicely for them. She’s the one who taught me that there is a kiss, and then there is a passionate, “real” kiss. Tongue seems to make everything so much more fun.

Thinking back on those fun days, making the boys squirm just because I was being me, and nothing more than a pre-primed whore was fun. I’ll never forget the feel of the inebriation of what too much to drink brought on. That’s when the slut in me would cum out to have more fun.

Now that I’m older, I’m in full MILF slut mode. What does that even mean? I never left what Mommy helped create, I just evolved into something much much naughtier. There is something that drives my pussy, in sticking out my tongue, shoving it in your mouth, and then sucking on yours.

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Every word gets a spank - Mommy is mad!

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy was in the kitchen preparing dinner when she heard someone run into the house and the door slam behind them. She wiper her hands with her apron and proceeded to the front door. Who’s there? She said. But there was no answer. She climbed the stairs and looked. There was naughty boy in his room. ‘’What are you doing?’’ Mommy said. ‘’Nothing.’’ He answered. ‘’Aren’t you forgetting something?’’

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445

Deviant Risky Desires: For some, the thought of being put on some type of birth control allows one to feel liberated and free. The nut doesn’t amount to anything other than something to clean up. For me though, it brings me to thoughts of complete and utter disinterest. I think about how it feels when your raw dick is even an inch away from my warm wet pussy hole, and it sends me into a frenzy. The thought of a condom completely drains any interest I have. It psychologically ruins the thought of even wanting to fuck.  The thought of not using any protection, and secretly hoping I’ll ride you so good you’ll lose your mind and cum inside me, that turns me ON.

Riding you the other day, knowing how your raw your dick felt inside of my pussy put me into a frenzy. I kept thinking about how I don’t want anymore babies, yet I also can’t stand the thought of being on any type of birth control. I came to the conclusion that this bitch loves risky sex.

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Getting to know me is to fall head-over-heels deep in love with me. So, let’s get something out in the open here. One of my favorite things to do is kiss. I’m not talking about Grandma’s peck. Those kind of kisses feel absolutely pointless to me. They make me say, “Why”!?  The kind of kiss I’m talking about is the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless. Thinking back on some of my best moments, my tits heaving, which means I’m begging for more, and can’t get enough fast enough.  It’s the kind where we’re both breathing so hard, it can’t be mistaken for anything else other than passion, lust, and desire.

My lips are multi-versatile, so when I say that I love to kiss, let me clarify so there’s no confusion here. Whether I’m kissing on actual lips on your face, whether I’m kissing, sucking, or devouring your c*ck, or if I’m kissing or sucking on a dildo, it’s all worthwhile to me.

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Don't talk back to Mommy in heels

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy had just gotten home when the phone rang. She could barely take off her heels, as it was ringing already as she unlocked the door. She dropped her bags and clicked her shoes to the nearest phone in the kitchen. It was your teacher. She called to tell Mommy that you swore at her at school today and to make matters worse, you had an accident and she had to find you a change of clothes.

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Tessa (1-844-332-2639) ext. 445

The way I look up at you, those deep dark mysterious brown eyes, you want to fall to your knees, and obey me. You want to do whatever I demand of you. And you will…

The thought of you showering hundred dollar bills all over my naked body, makes me want to roll around in it. I want every inch of my body engrossed in it. I want every crevasse of my body soaking in it.

FinDom: Bedroom Thoughts

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Mommy's good boy diapers

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

You had come home from a long day’s work, tired, but Mommy had cooked you your favorite meal. We sat at the dinner table. You were quiet and poking around at your food. I asked you how your day was, and you didn’t say much so I continued to pry. I knew there was something on your mind, and I knew you wanted to tell me. Mommy always knows best….

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