The girls are watching. They are snapping pictures like there is no tomorrow. Their phones on record. Like little directors they are telling mommy and her beautiful blonde friend exactly what they want us to do. “Look this way Mom. Give me a pout. Pinch a nipple. Now pull it. Good, good. Lean in. Stick your tongue out and lick that nipple. Go Mom, you got it. Make it hot and sexy.” Listening to them tell me what they ant me to do is making me wetter and hotter then what I am actually doing. Finally they can’t stand it any more and they start to sound like they have run a marathon. Breathing heavy I can tell they are both getting horny themselves. Their sweet budding and bald little pussies are starting to get wet right along with mine. Tiny nipples hardening and showing through their thin shirts as if the temperature in the room just dropped to below freezing. As the youngest one instructs me to buckle on the strap-on I know that the filming is about to stop and they are about to join us. Right on cue they put the cameras down and get on their hands and knees begging me to fuck their tight little holes with the strap on while asking my girlfriend to lay in front of them so they can taste her sweet honey pot. Every time I think they are going to get a lesson in something new they teach me just how much they have grown and how much they love sex. They are just like mommy!
Tag: Mother-Daughter Phone Sex
Creampie Phone Sex: Because It’s All About That Cream Filling
Is it not the Cream filling you crave? Naughty, messy creampie phone sex is just the fix. My favorite treat this time of year are the cream filled eggs. Something about the gooey messing filling inside that chocolate shell, it reminds me of something. Kinda like licking out that cream from a dark chocolate cunt. Mmm…. or draining a big black cock, the way it drips down my chin.
Seems I will be needing to make some easter baskets for my little sluts. I will have to work extra hard to make up the money I spend. Or rather I will be sending the slutkins out to make that money back for me. What do you think I could put them to work doing? How might these slutkins of cock taming talents make enough money back to pay rent, and utilities?
I have considered just whoring them out but I like to supervise their activities, and make sure my slutkins are not taken advantage of… well without the appropriate pay, ya know. The Beauty pagents I am always setting them up in bring in ok money, but we always need more. After all they are sweet little princesses and pagent queens so they deserve the best for their competitions.
You see my little angels have this thing for catching the eye of the judges before the competition starts and give them a sneak peak. It is kind of a way we work the judges into gaining their votes. My sluts are very good at gaining popularity and earning their way to the crown. If you have something in mind that might get my sluts to bring in more cash for their momma I am all ears. Their next pagent isn’t for another month, so we are working on fine tuning their skills. And they will have to earn their Easter Baskets this year, and I always have to add diamonds to their baskets.
Teen Phone Sex with Daddy, Mommy, and Neighbor
After our little bathroom fun with “virgin meat “we decided to head to Panda Express for some Chinese food. For those who think it’s gross I will tell you it’s the best place in our city to meet Barely legal teens to fuck. I am just telling you what no one else will tell you. If you are looking for us to be in the library or in the bookstore forget it. We are more than likely not going to be there. We are going to be where the action is and see who out there can get us the booze we need or condoms. At a certain age I am finding that people ask too many damn questions not to mention parents. I didn’t have to worry about mine one sweet taste of the cinnamon stick and cunny and they would shut the fuck up about whatever I did.
I caught myself sneaking back in at two in the morning from your house after a late night fuck snack. You were there looking so hot after I told you about the mall story that I couldn’t help myself. I was trying to tell you how much I had been turned on by you listening to the fucking in the mall bathroom. Before we both realized what was happening you were pulling me closer and kneeling down to savor the cinnamon. You needed my cunny so much I just had to stay and fuck the shit out of you!
When I got home, I was trying to get to my room before it was noticed that I was gone for too long. Standing beside the window in my room, I saw my step dad was rubbing his cock and looking at my picture. There was no way I could get around him and sneak to my bed, so I just decided to face the consequences…whatever they were! Turning around and beating that stick so hard was just driving me wild! I could see the frustration in his face and how much he wanted to put that cock inside my little cunny. My panties were extra soaked from looking at his cock. Turning around, I pulled my panties to the side leaned, over my dresser, and waited for him to take me. I didn’t notice you were standing at the window rubbing your cock until I glanced out! I was so hot with you watching that I pressed my tits against the glass so you could get a better view of me and my step dad.
After he inserted his hard step-daddy dick into my ass, my step dad squirted too soon and started jerking it to get hard again. I was kind of bummed and rolled my eyes, but kept thinking about the day and the bathroom fun from earlier. I was so turned on that I just didn’t notice that my mom was standing at the door of my room watching all of us. She started playing with her clit and soon I knew it was going to be an all nighter again. Sucking on my little cunny ,while my step dad was fucking me drove you wild! You couldn’t wait to get that long stick inside of me again. I think when you walked away I had cum on my window. Step dad was pounding me and mom was sucking me so good! My cinnamon cunny wanted more! I felt my phone vibrate and picked it up. You said the next taboo lesson would be the darkest yet and I couldn’t wait to find out what that was going to be!
Drugs Phone Sex with Mommy Blair
I have a master, the evil kind
He controls my body and my mind
A victim without a chance
He can take my life with just a glance
Everyone says I don’t look the type
A soccer mom who smokes a pipe
Once a good girl from the south
Now I’m a whore with dick in my mouth
So desperate for my next fix
I’ll even make my brats turn tricks
My master says, “you’re just a druggie whore”
For me to beat, use and more
I will do anything he says, there is no doubt
Enslave me, force me, pimp me out
My degradation is not complete
Until my humiliation makes you weak
Trust me this is my life and not a game
I’m a druggie slut who lives for pain
I know I am not poet, but my drug dealer was in a capricious mood today. Decided I had to write him a poem about what a druggie whore I am before he would sell me anything. But he didn’t stop there. I gave him his silly poem, but he wanted pussy too. I’ve got no problem whoring my body out for drugs or money. Sex is never really free anyway, but he was not interested in my “skanky ass loose pussy.” He wanted something tight, something virginal, something young. Very young. So, I gave him my daughter. Girls learn about sex earlier these days, so I was just giving her a bit of a jump start. What’s the big deal?
She is a good girl, like her mommy. I held her down, spread her little legs and let my dealer fuck my baby girl. It had to hurt too. He is big even for my well fucked holes. He popped her cherry. She had tears in her eyes, but was not crying or screaming like a good girl. Virginity is overrated. He busted his nuts into her tight, pink, hairless cunnie and ordered me to “clean the bitch up.” I got between her legs, and soothed her swollen vagina with my tongue. Licked all his seed out of her too. He tossed me my party supplies, as I was pulling up her little cotton panties. Blood trickle still on her thighs.
As we were leaving, he said, “Next time you bring your brat to score, I’ll take her ass and more. I can be a poet too whore.” He can have her, if it gets me the hook up. You can have her too. What good are little ones if you can use them as necessary?
Our Day Of Celebration
All last week while the girls were in school, they would come home and talk about what they were learning in school about Martin Luther King and his movement. We have never lived a life where color made people different, so the girls couldn’t really understand a lot of what they were learning and would come home wanting to talk about what they were hearing. On Friday when they came home all they could talk about was a way to celebrate today and not just make it a day off of school. By Saturday evening they had decided that they wanted to go to a celebration down town. There would be street venders and exhibits on Mr King and his life.
They decided that they wanted to ride the bus like another person they heard of, Rosa Parks, and they wanted to sit in the back. We got up early this morning and headed out to the festival, sitting in the back of the bus chatting all the way. We got there and had a great time but by the time lunch rolled around the girls wanted to go home and have a family play date.
I am always delighted when they initiate kinky incest time. As we were walking to the bus they saw an adult sex shop and begged to go look around since we had time before the bus would come. They found a set of dildos that were red, yellow, black and green. Bouncing up and down they informed me that these were the colors of the flag of “Mr. King’s oppressed people” and could we get them to play with today as a way of continuing to celebrate his day, our way.They looked so cute I couldn’t resist.
We grabbed our purchase and headed for the bus taking our seats in the back. The next thing I know Maria is taking out one of the toys and teasing Anna’s pussy through her panties right there in public! Anna was giggling and squirming around in her seat, enjoying every minute of it. I was watching while my pussy got wetter by the minute.What if we got caught? But this was so hot I couldn’t stop them! I took a couple of pictures on my cell phone and by the time we got to our stop I couldn’t wait to get them home so we could do just what they wanted….celebrate!