My favorite part of Thanksgiving is having all over the brats over for dinner. Since I am prego I agreed to stay home and babysit while everyone else goes out for a Thanksgiving Eve drink. I have my 2 youngsters plus I am auntie to about 6 other ones. They love their Aunt Izzy cause I play all of the “special games.”
I separate the boys and girls first to give them anatomy lessons. Some of the younger ones have never seen a pussy or a dick. Then it turns to “Truth or Dare” and these babes have quite the imagination. Touch my pee-pee, show me your butthole, and touching Aunties kitty are some of the favorites. I also plan to teach them all how to eat pussy and suck cock. Little cousin Emma just told me that her daddy makes her touch his candy cane. That made me so horny thinking about that soft little hand wrapped around my Uncle’s cock that my panties got wet. I suddenly felt the urge to train one of the older boys to fuck me. He was rooting my pussy with his boy-toy like a pro. When I looked up, several of the little Lolitas were trying to ride their cousins dicks, too. Forget Legos and Candyland. These nieces, nephews, and cousins have it in their blood to fuck each other. Who wouldn’t want to belong to a family like mine, where the cum flows freely and nothing is too taboo? I think it’s my son’s turn to stick his dick in mommy’s ass. Care to join us?
Category: Family fun phone sex
Family Fun for Thanksgiving
Sexy Mommy Victoria Loves Family Fucking
If you are a certain age, you remember Glamour Shots. They were big in the 80s and oh so cheesy. I never did them, thankfully. But my brats saw some Facebook posts about wonderfully awful Glamour pics and asked me why I never did any. I explained that I had no one to really do them for. They were not even born yet in their heyday. My daughter informed that since I am a sexy mommy that I should do some sexy pictures for them. I can’t ever say no to them. My son fancies himself an amateur photographer, so I put on a hot pink bra and panty set and modeled for my brats. It was a lot of fun. But of course we were all getting super turned on. My lingerie didn’t stay on for very long. My daughter was flicking her bean as she watched me pose. My son had a hard on in his jeans as he was snapping pictures. I was wet as fuck. As soon as the camera was down, so was I. Down on my knees taking turns blowing my son and eating out my daughter. Both were so excited. Our little photo shoot turned into family fucking. As I was licking my daughter’s wet puss, my son fucked my ass and vice versa. We spent the entire day in bed. A family threesome. My son said it was a good thing that he didn’t have my glamour shots when he was a school boy because he would have jacked off at school looking at them and been expelled! I love that both my brats still find me as hot as they did when they were school age. Does your mommy still look good?
Mommy Phone Sex with Devon
My son and daughter have a special love for each other and we all share a special incest phone sex bond. Mommy phone sex has been something we shared in my family for generations, it’s sort of what you could call a custom.
This Holiday week will certainly be more interesting as their cousins will be coming over and they are young gals that are likely unaware of how we do this here. My two can’t wait to play with the girls. As a good Aunt I will be sure to teach these gals the way our family works and have a few of my guy friends by as well as my dealer.
Breaking innocence is such a tedious thing for a mother to do and requires plenty of party favors.
Happy Native American Heritage Month
Let’s play Granny and the Indian Chief. Being of Cherokee blood myself, I can joke about Indians without disrespect. I have this fantasy about you as an Indian warrior. Young, strong, virile. Able to capture the heart and ravage the pussy of any maiden you choose. Indian braves didn’t have to date a woman. They were beasts who took their lust out on the nearest outlet, be it a young girl or an elderly woman. You enjoyed the right to sow your seed deep in an unwilling vagina, impregnating her with your sperm.
When I was captured as a young woman, no Indian man had ever seen tits like mine. They were seen as mystical objects of Indian folklore. This gave me special priviledges of my own. Even as a grandmother, no man would turn me away if I beckoned. He believed that I had the ability to steal his essence.
You were one of my braves. I crawled into your teepee that night, as you clenched your eyes shut. I reached under your loincloth, feeling your tomahawk hardening. You gasped as my mouth came down on your warstick, engulfing it, pulling it into my hot mouth. I bobbed on it, licking your balls, as you moaned in pleasure and in fear. It only took minutes until you were pouring your man juice deep in my throat, making my own pussy gush. I leaned over you and whispered in your ear. “Later. I shall ride you like a stallion.” I took your finger and pushed it deep in my sloppy old pussy, and then to your mouth, making you taste me. I felt you shudder beneath me as your cock began to rise again. I howled at the moon with the power I knew I had. It was time to move on to another teepee.

























