I am such a mommy whore. Listen to this story. My daughter has a black girl friend. I was trying to be good; honestly, I was, but the girl is so cute and dark as night. I wanted to know if her pussy tasted sweet. I wanted to know if her little cunt was super pink on the inside. So, when she stayed over last, I molested her. She seemed to enjoy everything I did to her too. She came so hard on my face. It was a real cum too not just a piss orgasm. I made her swear not to tell anyone. I try not to molest girls when I have no knowledge about their family situation. I love molesting young girls and boys, but the truth is boys never tell and with girls, it is a crap shoot. She seemed to like the way my fingers and tongue made her feel, so I was hopeful she would not blab her mouth. I thought I was safe until her father showed up on my doorstep last night. I was nervous, but I invited him in. He seemed nice, not angry, so I thought maybe he just wants to know the mother of his daughter’s best friend. As we were chit chatting over wine, he blurted out, “Since you like black pussy, do you like black cock?” I spit out my wine. I fumbled for words, but he assured me I was not going to jail. I felt like maybe I was being blackmailed into fucking him. I had a wet mommy pussy though regardless if he was just asking or if he was subtly telling me I had no choice. I sucked his cock. I fucked him too. I have never had a father and daughter before. I have fucked father and son many times, but this was a first. I do not think it will be a last though because daddy was huge and full of cum and his baby girl has the best tasting cunt I have ever had. I want more of both.
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Breeding Bitch Gets Bent
I’m a hot-as-fuck milf, that’s for sure. I’m a mature woman, but I’m still in my prime to breed, you know. I had a fantastic fantasy this morning; You come in, baby, all hot and bothered for my sweet Mommy cunt. Your cock is hard as a rock, and you need to fuck something, someone, soon or you’re likely to be overcome with madness.
I’m standing there, bent over my kitchen counter, washing dishes. That’s enough of an invitation for you. You come up behind me, slipping a hand up my dress, and two fingers into my cunt. I moan on instinct, and it’s seconds before my hot cunny is dripping down your fingers.
That’s a sign for you; you slam your hard cock into me, fucking me mercilessly. One of your hands in my hair, one on my throat. You don’t even care that my little ones are watching. In fact, I think it turns you on even more.
You’re slamming me into the counter; I know I’ll have bruises on my belly later. You’re squeezing my throat, and I’m screaming as I cum all over you. My tight cunt milks your fat cock until you can’t help yourself, and you explode deep inside of me. You lean over, until your lips are pressed against my ear. Your cock is still buried in me. You whisper throatily “I just put a baby in there. I bred you, you bitch.” And then, you’re gone. Who knows who you are, or where you went? All I know is three weeks later, I’m not feeling so hot, and the thought of having your baby makes my pussy soaked.
Step-Daddy Made Me His Breeding Whore
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.
600 Miles To Miami
With quarantine being lifted, I decided a little beach trip was in order for my boy brats and me. We planned to ride down to Miami. Now, I know my boys have to rub one out first thing in the morning, or they’re trouble all day. We were leaving at 4 a.m., and I warned them that if they wanted to satisfy their hungry teen cocks, they’d have to do so before the “train left the station” so to speak.
Being my rugrats, they procrastinated until they had no time left. I loudly walked into each of their rooms. Embarrassed, they each stopped stroking their cocks in turn. I smirked to myself as I ushered these hot boys into my van. I had just caused them all to edge on purpose. If they couldn’t listen, they’d have to suffer the entire 600 mile ride.
Around the 100 mile mark, I noticed the two in the back start to squirm uncomfortably. The little tents they pitched were obvious. I chanced a peek at my oldest beside me in the passenger’s seat, and caught him subtly rubbing his cock through his shorts. I pretended I hadn’t seen. I know they were all too shy to cum with Mommy in the car. They were seeking relief, perhaps they couldn’t help it; all they were doing was edging themselves more and more.
My sweet Mommy pussy started getting wetter and wetter as their quiet panting became louder wines, and even the occasional moan. Around the 300 mile mark, I needed the bathroom, so I pulled over into a more secluded spot on the side of the road. I wandered into the brush to have a sweet piss, hurrying back to catch them with their cocks in their hands.
And that I did. “Young men, are you masturbating in my van?”
“Yes Momma.”
Their need was obvious to me. I teased them with a smile and an “accidental” slip of my nipple as I adjusted my tank top. That was all they needed. My three boys were out of the car, and on me before I knew what was happening. My youngest forced his cock into my mouth, my middle son slamming himself into my tight little asshole, and my oldest claimed my sweet Mommy pussy for himself.
I had no choice but to take it. All three blew not one, but two loads into my holes before they were truly spent. As we got back on the road, they slept like babies as I dripped cum from all my holes, heading down to Miami.


















