When you call me and tell me you want to fuck your mom, my body responds. It is not only my duty as your mom phone sex expert, but it makes my pussy so wet and my tits ache to feed you. I want you to jack off to thoughts of her with me. You mommy just happened to look like me with the huge tits and blonde locks. Blue eyes that penetrated your soul as you silently said over and over how much you wanted to stick your dick in her.
When you messaged me and told me that jacking off to the thoughts of fucking mommy made you explode and thanked me for my services, I was so happy that our mutual fetish could make that happen. And when you told me that now you can jack off to pictures of you own mommy and not feel ashamed, I pulled out my trusty jack rabbit 500 and fuck my self silly. I personally believe no man, boy or young lady should be ashamed to want to fuck their mommy. And if you were my offspring, I would be fucking you daily! I just want to feed you my milk and jack your cock off while pretending to be your very own mommy. Lets get off together this morning. ????

















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.




