Hot, wet. Slick and sticky. Crawl over here, little boy, and look closely at Mommy’s sweet pussy. Do you want to touch it? Go ahead, give me your hand, and I’ll show you hot to make you Hot Mommy feel oh so good. Pet my soft, bald lips just like that with your tender fingertips.
Up and down. Right between my slippery wet pussy lips. Do you like how my pussy feels on your fingers? Mmm, why don’t you lift your fingers to your lips and taste Mommy?
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This year, you are old enough to enjoy a NEW kind of Easter egg hunt. Before you woke up this morning, I took four of your little Easter egg stickers that came with your egg coloring kit. You know the little ones that are only as big as my fingernail and are decorated beautifully. Well, I placed those four tiny stickers in secret places on my body.
Then I dressed and came to find you. I know you are so excited about finding all of your little egg stickers. But I’ve told you a fib.
Would you just look at yourself? You look so adorable in that dance get up. Such dramatic make-up really brings out your expression. Even from all the way in the back of the auditorium where I sit and clap my hands for you. You know I am your biggest supporter. Your best cheerleader.
Now, I know you were shy at first. You didn’t really want to perform in front of a crowd but look at you now! Mouth stretched full of cock and so many others waiting in line.
He’d always be Mommy’s Boy.
“I’m starving Mommy, what’s for lunch?” My eyes ran down the front of my young son’s basketball shorts. It’d been weeks since I’d seen him. Summer camp always felt so lonely without him. I couldn’t think of anything I was more hungry for than his thick cock but his idea to bring a girl home had royally fucked up those plans.
I’d have to finagle my way around the intrusion.
Sinful Stepmommy Serinda 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639), ext. 394
Pssst, sweetie? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just… I just can’t get the thought of my mind of us in the shower and me shaving you. It really got me excited, I’m sorry. But… but maybe now is a good time to go over Lesson 3. Lesson 3 is…. well, maybe it’s best if I just show you.
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It sucks! I know, I know! Don’t be upset with me, baby. Mommy knows you don’t like it when she sucks off all your friends but you can hardly blame me! When I see a thick, young cock spring to attention, I just have to help ease the strain!
It wouldn’t be very fair of me to make your friends get hardons and then not take care of them! I mean really, you wouldn’t expect me to neglect a cock would you, son?
Teen Boys are awkward. Shakey and unsure of themselves. Fumbling lumps with uncontrollable hardons. That’s exactly how I like them. My son brings lots of friends over. So many stinky boys running around my house just makes me so horny all the time!
I was in the kitchen washing dishes the other day in the tinest skirt while the boys played video games in my son’s room. One of his little friends came into the kitchen for a snack. I smiled at him sweetly and noticed he was struggling to look at me. He could only stare at my ass!
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I’ve told you time and time again not to play in my things. Now, look what you’ve gone and done! You broke my priceless pearl necklace! It was hand down to my mother by her mother and her’s before her! There is no way to replace the precious heirloom!
I’m so disappointed in you. Pull your cock out right now. I don’t care if you feel unsure or nervous. You broke my necklace and now you’re going to spray me a new one.
Look at you and your Friends! Such big boys now. You’ve finally graduated high school and your pals are such naughty little boys. They dropped by my house the other day and asked if I’d swing by your graduation party to give you a little striptease. Of course, I was happy to congratulate such a handsome young man on all of his accomplishments and give you a little motivation to keep doing so well as you enter into college.
The dining table between us is set with plates and a fresh home-cooked meal. It’s just you and me at the table. No one else is home. We’re sitting across from each other and between bites, a bit of nostalgia it’s me. I can’t help but think of how much fun I used to have tickling you.
“Remember when you were a baby, and Mommy used to tickle you all the time?” I ask with a smile. “Your little giggles always brightened my day. You were so cute! You loved the tickles, didn’t you?” Like every other teenage boy who’s annoyed with his mother, you give me a half shouldered shrug and an eye roll. My left leg stretches out under the table to tease at the inside of your ankle. “Oh, come on. It was fun, remember?”