I know Mommy will do anything to get some dick. I even took a part-time security jobs all for some hot young thug who I knew you needed a mommy fucking. It wasn’t long before he had me on at Dinner Room Table tits out pussy wet and for that young cock. Was it my fault that he reminded me of my oldest son that nice fat mushroom head going in and out of my mouth as I slobber all over his dick shaft.
I love cock sucking. and I’m extremely prone to that young dick. I am a p Mommy that cannot get enough teen boy cock. There’s just something about how young that can last for hours and pump so much sperm into to my cunt. So I’m sucking his dick he picks me up and puts me on the table and started eating out my milf pussy. I knew I would be getting rammed by him very soon. The mall is closed but my moans echoed off the walls and another older security card was at the gate watching me as he went deep inside my cunt. I knew then this was some voyeur shit. I really enjoyed being exhibitionist for that older man as I had this young dick making me squirt!





I remember the first time I was with a man. My mommy’s boyfriend, my step daddy, showed me exactly what it means to be a woman. I was a teen, I’m hornier than anything. Being a French girl in the Southern United States? That got me a lot of attention from the boys. But down in Baton Rouge, down in New Orleans, it’s not as uncommon as you might think. My step daddy took a special interest in me. Mama was out at the market, shopping with my sister Marci. He came to me after I had finished my back. Wordlessly, he sat me on my bed, laid me down, spread my sweet, young, bald pussy lips, and gave me a true kiss. The kiss that let his younger flicker over my clit. The kiss that left me screaming, and shaking. He scolded me, as I called for God’s blessing in my native tongue. Over his knee I went, freshly dripping and trembling from my first orgasm. He spanked my bare ass again, and again. Until I counted in English, and spoke never again a word of French. Then, he kissed me again on my young cunt before slipping his fingers inside of me. Only a taste, he said. When I was begging, he’d let me have his cock. It was later that summer on a sticky Louisiana August evening that we conceived my first son. He branded me as his breeding whore. And I lapped it all up; a kitten with her cream. Now, I teach my own little ones. I smile; I’m the cat that got the canary.

















