I felt the awe in his gaze as he stared at this cock sucking mommy. My tits were out and about for him in our private little room, their nipples large and in charge. His eyes were glued to them, unable to look away for anything. I had to remind him to breathe, and that was one hell of an endorsement that had me gushing. I love brats like this who haven’t the faintest clue what they have in front of them. They’re so grateful and mischievous and full of pent up desires threatening to leak out at any second. Really, I think I’m doing a good deed when I take a boy from his current life and show him the way it’s supposed to be. “Did you wanna touch them?” I asked, knowing damn well what the answer to my huge tits phone sex was. His fingers were digging into my wondrous titflesh before he so much as nodded. His words weren’t working, but I knew he’d be chanting yes if they were. He was cute, and my chest really needed a massage. Big ol jugs like mine need a good feeling sometimes. They really need an abusing too, but I didn’t expect that from him. He was too busy being enamored with his first time gripping tits to even think of spanking them a little or raising a hand to them. I needed something more though, his gaze wasn’t enough, his fingers not rough enough for my dark needs. “Would you like to fuck them?” I found myself asking. “Get your white cream all over my black titties?” It’s a rare occurrence to see a boy show reverence, but when your jugs are out and you’re offering the chance of a lifetime, I imagine the odds are a lot higher because I’ve seen it a lot and this boy is no different, another sworn fealty to my milf chat.
