Son-Soaked Confessions

Jack Off With Mommy

I’m your filthy mommy whore, and I’ve been craving a certain taste—a delicious blend of youthful exuberance and hormonal insanity.

You catch me fingering myself, my eyes rolling back in sheer lust. Can’t a mommy satisfy her needs?

But you have other ideas—those naughty little eyes of yours propose a different kind of fun.

I catch a glimpse of your erection—a bulge in your pants that cries for attention. How could I resist such tempting offerings?

I lure you closer, my luscious lips curled in a sinful smirk. The game is on, and mommy’s the prize.

I bend over, offering a majestic view of your sin Orin, begging to be explored. Go on, boys—make mommy drip.

You fumble with my panties, revealing my soaking cunt. I hiss with anticipation, my fingers digging into the sheets.

One bold soul takes the lead, diving into my moist cavity. Oh, how that young tongue worships my thirsty folds.

I moan, Encouraging him with dirty accolades—you little minx, you! The other sibling watches jealously, his cock twitching in anticipation.

But Mommy’s fair—everyone gets a turn. A quick switch, and the hungry mouth is replaced by a skilled hand.

I’m soaked, and the handjob’s intense. Your youthful energy bursts out of every vein, a refreshing rush of ENDORPHINS.

I want more—I need both your cocks! A wild thought possesses me, and I grab that double-ended monster.

I guide your openings, impaling myself on your combined lengths. The stretch is heavenly, a perverse symphony of groans and moans.

We find our rhythm, a disgusting dance of perspiration and raw sexual energy. My juices flow, soaking the sheets, as I bounce on your adolescent rods.

I’m a greedy slut, and I craves the taste of both your cum and contradictions. My body trembles, cumming violently on that thrusting dildo.

And as my waves of pleasure peak, I feel your warm fluids explode. You blast mommy’s face with your creamy load, a sticky tribute to our sin.

Licking my lips, I savor your essence—a delicious reward for my filthy antics.

You’ve made mommy so proud—now go on and play!

Muah! XOXO, Your filthy Mommy-Whore”

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