Mom fantasies? Every man has them. I love being a mommy therapist and listening to you tell me all about yours. All my sons had their own mommy fantasies and they all came true eventually. You are never too old to fuck your mother. My husband has a co-worker I fuck. My husband knows all about it because our relationship is open. His friend is only fucking me because he has a thing for his own mother. Like my husband, he never got to fuck his own mommy. He tried, however. Stole panties, jacked off for her, walked in on her in the shower, listened to her fuck and masturbate, just like you, right? When Frank comes over to fuck me, he calls me mommy and I call him son. I give him tips on seducing his mommy every time he is over to fuck. Last night, when he was over, he had great news. He finally fucked his mother. All the tricks I taught him worked. He may be 30 now but he said the mommy sex was amazing. I was so happy that it worked. He still wanted to fuck me because he said two mommies is even better than just one. This is why I love being a phone sex mommy. I want to help you fuck your mom too.
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Breeding is a Big Part Of My Life
I love being pregnant. I want to get pregnant as much as possible. That means that you can consider me a breeding whore. Having different cock in me makes me a very happy girl. It can’t just be any cock though, hell no. It needs to be huge and beefy. I like them long and thick. A huge mushroom head, a full ball sack, and I really do not care about the color of the man who has such a cock. Although, if they aren’t Caucasian, then it makes me super horny and I can really get into the fucking.
My Husband told me that he wants me to stop after this one. He is pleading with me to get a tubal ligation, but I refuse, it is my body, if I want to have little one after little one then that is my choice. The best part of it all is, they are only ten months to one year apart. It’s like having a litter. Ha! I told my husband that he will just have to work harder. It wouldn’t be fair to make me work, being pregnant and all.
Tonight I have one of my favorite bulls coming over. I am pretty sure the tiny tot that is growing inside me is his, but we won’t know for sure until after they are born of course. He stated that he hoped it wasn’t his because he doesn’t want to pay support. I told him not to worry about it because I wasn’t going to make him. My husband makes more than enough for all of us, and if there ever comes a time where he doesn’t? He can always get a second job. That made my bull so fucking happy. That’s when he told me he would be over tonight.
My husband already has my lingerie out, and will bathe me a little later, then he can watch as that big, fat, cock impales his wife’s pussy again and again. If he is a good boy, I might even let him clean me after I am done fucking.
Taking The Little Ones Out
We had to return some gifts that the little ones received from Family members on Christmas. We decided that we would make a day of it, exchange or return the items, go to the park, get ice cream, yadda yadda. I love Family outings. The reason why I do is because of the looks that we get when we are all together and walking around. My three other little ones are of different races and the one that I have growing inside of me is not completely Caucasian either.
My husband sometimes wants to tell people that we adopted, but that is a huge lie. He doesn’t want to get embarrassed. I really don’t give a crap about that, there is nothing wrong with our sweetie pies, so he should be proud to be their Father. It pisses me off a bit. When he gets that way I tell people straight out that they are ours. I am their Mom and he is their Dad. It is funny to see their faces when I tell them because you can see them trying to figure it out.
I can tell my husband gets nervous at this point because if they ask me how that is possible I tell them. I just say, “My husband and I have a understanding. I can get pregnant by whomever I wish and he doesn’t mind at all.” When that happens I know he just wants to melt into the floor. One time this one guy said, “What? Your husband isn’t big enough?” then laughed. I said, ‘No.” The guy laughed so hard, right in my husband’s face. Did I feel bad about it? Not in the least, because it is the truth.
Tristan is afraid that I will teach the girls to be just like me when they are older. I see nothing wrong with that. If they marry a man, or have a boyfriend who is big enough for them, then great. If not, then they will know exactly what to do. I consider that being a good Mom.