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When the Boys are Away

Mom fantasiesThe boys had a man trip to take and left poor mommy all alone.

Normally I’d look forward to such things but I have gotten used to have three young horny bucks around and now my pussy felt empty and achy.

My husband couldn’t fill that need. He’d stop being able to after the first time I slept with Max. He was just so small and sad that he just couldn’t compare with our son.

Not to mention his “new” issues with ED and his aversion to oral left this Mommy all on her own.

So, how was I supposed to fix this issue? Well, I went to the kitchen to get some ice cream and think of some ideas then I noticed the zucchini…

It was large, and round in all the right places. It actually looked like it could be a lot of fun.

I ran my tongue over that round base, fit my mouth around it and sucked it in and out as if I was teasing Max’s cock.

I felt very foolish for a moment, glad I was home alone as I blew a zucchini. The more I did it though, and the longer I thought of Max. The wetter my pussy got.

It was no time at all before I wanted to feel this bad boy deep inside me. I shimmied out of my pants and panties, sitting back against the counter as I spread my pussy with my fingers, teasing my opening with the rounded end of the zucchini imagining it was Max’s cock teasing me instead.

I purred as I pushed it inside. I could feel my muscles stretching around it and it felt so good. It was no time at all before I was fucking myself with the vegetable. My mind putting Max in it’s place as I imagined him pistoning in and out of my pussy.

I was cumming around it in no time, making a mess on the floor as the wide vegetable managed to touch all the right spots, making me squirt all over my hand and the tile floor of the kitchen.

I’ll have to remember this, maybe even give a show to Max and his friends when they get back. I wonder what they would think of Mommy fucking a vegetable until she squirted.

Thinking of it like that though it sounded very silly. Maybe it’d be better if it stayed my little secret.


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