You were going through the boxes in the attic when you found a box that said “Candi College” full of things from my wild and crazy days. I had completely forgotten it was up there and so imagine my surprise when you came down from the attic dusty, a huge grin on your face, and a hard cock in your pants. “I knew it mom!” you proclaimed, leaving me confused, until you dropped a black binder that said “Do Not Open” on the front. I gasped, it’d been years since I’d seen that book and when you flipped it open showing page after page of nude pictures, ones of my tied up, bruised, and put through the wringer with clothes pins and gags. You looked at me triumphant “I thought you were a virgin when dad and you married?” I giggle and smile. “Oh, I was but how do you think I got money for college?” I said, wistfully looking at the pictures in the book and not really paying attention to you anymore. I gasped in surprised, my pussy twinging as you moved behind me pressing your hard cock against my ass. Your hand moving up to twist in my hair pulling my head back and making my back arch. I moaned grinding my ass against your hips. Your free hand lifting up my skirt. Fingers finding my very wet pussy you make me quiver as your rough finger tip runs over my hard clit. You pull back on my hair making me arch my back even further as you slide your fingers into my pussy, crooking them right into my g-spot. “Ahh… Fuck me…” I whimper, my pussy clenching around your fingers. “Beg for it mom like the kinky slut I know you are.” you growl into my ear as you finger fuck me into a moaning, sloppy, mess. I can’t help but give you everything you want. “Fuck me please! Fuck me like I’m your kinky slutty Mommy!”
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Milf phone sex with Lorena
Once again, I’m home all alone and horny as hell. My husband provides with the material things I desire. But I never get his time or his cock. He knew when he married me I had a high sex drive. All the jewelry and clothes can’t replace what I really crave…big cock. It was another boring Monday morning, I was in my bedroom watching porn. I was just about to pull out my trusty vibrator when I heard the doorbell. I put my robe on and headed downstairs. I peeked through the peephole and saw a black flower delivery man holding a dozen, red roses. I could see that he was tall and not bad looking. I felt that familiar throbbing in pussy. I wanted him. I loosened the belt on my robe so that breasts spilled out. I wanted to get his attention. And all the other delivery men fell for this trap. I opened the door and his eyes went straight to my tits. He couldn’t find his words and just stood there stammering. “Delivery for me?”, I asked. His eyes couldn’t look away from my tits. “Why don’t you come in and you can have a better look at my whole body, Mr. Delivery Man”, I told him seductively. He rushed inside, threw the flowers on the floor and grabbed me into his arms. We kissed deeply, and we undressed right there in the foyer. Naked, I walked into the kitchen. It had been a long time since I’d done it in here. I pulled a chair out and motioned him to sit down. I slid my wet pussy onto his big, black cock. I rode the hell out of him. Bouncing and grinding, he dick felt so good inside me. I rocked my pussy back and forth, slamming myself into his body. I love when my husband sends me flowers
Mommy Roxanne knows the perfect cock.
I was just asked what the right way to give a blow job is by my daughter. I was a little caught off guard but to be honest, I am kind of glad she came to me and asked. I want to be the one to teach her how to please a man. It is my duty as a mother, a stripper and a good whore to enable my daughter to be the best and dirtiest little cum guzzling whore she can be when she gets older just like her mommy. So I explained to her that it is all in the technique. I explained to her that it is important to have a firm grip and know when to use your tongue on the tip and when to suck so fucking hard that he feels like he just can not hold his semen in his dick anymore. You want to feel that warm gooey, salty load right in the back of your throat and then take it even deeper to give him head that he will never forget. She smiled after we had our talk. I am so proud.