Don’t cha wish your mommy was hot like mine?
Don’t cha wish your mommy was a freak like mine?
Don’t cha?
Don’t cha?
Don’t cha wish your mommy was tight like mine?
Don’t cha wish your mommy was kinky like mine?
Don’t cha?
Don’t cha?
My sons sang that variation of the Pussycat Dolls song all the time when they were young. They were proud to have a MILF for a mother, so they taunted their school friends. In fact, they would brag to their friends about sucking on my big titties, playing with my pussy, even revealed that I played with their little peckers. Of course no one believed them. Little boys at that age tell tall tales to be popular.
I remember the first time some of my oldest son’s friends discovered he was not lying. It was over Easter break a few years ago. My sons and I were spring cleaning in our own sexy way. I was washing the kitchen windows with my big boobs. My sons squirted soap on them and jacked their dicks watching my juggs clean windows. I was always doing little teasing things like that. What I didn’t realize was that some friends of my eldest son were in the drive way waiting for him to come out so they could ride bikes My son forgot all about it. The power of boobs.
One of the boys walked right in the kitchen saw my boys circle jerking on my big soapy titties and made a mess in his pants at the sight. Embarrassed, he tried to make a hasty exit. I called after him. “Zach, come join the family fun,” I said, which made him stop dead in his tracks. “The guys are waiting outside,” he replied. My youngest son chimed in, “Bring them in.” Before long I had 6 horny little boys with their willies out. Some bigger than others. Zach was huge for his age. I wondered if his mother was getting some of that man-boy cock. If he were my son, well, you know what I would have been doing.
I started titty fucking all the boys. Some cocks disappeared between my DD’s, others grew bigger, and a couple even spurted the moment boob flesh touched their willies. At that age the wind gets them hard, so a real boob against their cock undoubtedly causes an instant volcanic eruption. Zach, however, was a man among boys. He may have popped off in his pants quickly, but he came back harder than a rock with the lasting power of a grown ass man. I let him fuck me on my dining room floor in front of my boys and the other two. His cock was so hard I feared I might break it! My boys were rubbing their nubs watching me, the other two hesitated whipping their dicks out at first, but they couldn’t be modest for long. “It’s okay, this is how we play in my household I told them,” so they would feel better.
They whipped their cocks out too, and before long they were all circle jerking around me and Zach fucking. I got jet blasted with boy batter as Zach blew a thick load up my silky cunt. My oldest son was said with a grin, “Told you my mom was a MILF.” That was the day I became known as Milfy MaryAnne. Once the word got out, my MILFshake brought all the boys to my house. Still does.
Getting your pussy eaten out is better than any pain killer I’ve ever had, so when Mommy’s heavy tits were aching I gathered some of the girls around for some four on one time with me. They were doing a great jobs with the their little mouths but eventually I just needed more, so I had to get the biggest dildo we had to give myself a good stretch. She got the harness and gave me a fucking stiff dicking with this 12-incher I found recently. When I arch my back and bite the pillow this thing hits my G-spot like no other dildo we’ve had. I had to do most of the leg work though because these girls just haven’t learned how to hump a girl correctly. There’s always something new to learn, so I don’t blame them just yet. I’ll be sure to make a note of it and then I’ll give them a good hard lesson on the subject soon enough.
