What happens when this dirty mommy phone sex milf is horny and have a breeding fetish? Read on to see.
My sissy son needed a full day of pampering. There’s only so much his whore mommy can do during lock down. I had him pay for the works, and the head masseuse happened to be one of his buddies from college. The contrast was so great. All man already and so fucking rugged and built like a shit house. It would take me long to ride his cock. The salon only let a few people in due to covid and I made my moves right in front of my little sissy boy. As he was doing his facial and relaxing to some meditation music, I pulled down the blinds and got some dick treatment myself. Only my moans were so loud that my son heard me, as he watched with a face full of mud, I told him I wanted to have him another sibling right then and there. My big tots already full of milk as I bounced my sweet mommy pussy on that big fuck stick. I came so hard I squirted everywhere and got the biggest cum shot from his buddy. My son pulled out his clit stick and jacked off among laughs from both mommy and his friend. I hope he goes back and tells his whole dorm, so everybody will know when classes start back in the fall!



















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.



