Sexy mommy Victoria has a masturbation story to share. A few years ago, when my son and daughter were still young school brats, I caught them giving each other a show in the garage. It was late at night and I heard the garage door open. I got up to see what was going on. I checked on them in their beds, but neither were there. My first thought was that they were taking the car for a joyride even though neither yet had their license. I am a liberal mommy; I would have driven them anywhere they wanted to go. I snuck into the garage through the kitchen and they never even noticed me. They were lost in each other. My son had his cock in his hands, his pants around his ankles watching his sister. She was on the work table with her panties around her ankle, spread wide, rubbing her sweet bald pussy for her brother. She was so wet , even I could hear it from where I was hiding. His cock was dripping pre cum; her cunt was gushing. I was as aroused as they were. And you better believe I was playing with myself too. I watched as my son shot his load of cum on his sister’s bald little honey pot. Then I watched her rub his boy seed into her tight pink twat. I came so hard I let out a large gasp that gave me away. I was busted for spying on my son and daughter masturbating together. I let them know they never had to sneak around behind mommy’s back again. I was happy to watch them play together. They could do whatever they wanted in the house. Turned out they knew that but they thought sneaking around was extra hot. Not a day goes by that I don’t play with my pussy thinking of that first time I caught my brats masturbating for each other. Do you have any sexy masturbation stories you want to share? I love a hot jack off tale.
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Ash Wednesday Confessions of a P-Mommy
I’m in the shower when the doorbell rings. I hear my youngest talking to some men. From the sounds of it, there are 4 distinct voices. Thinking it is some long time friends, I come out wrapped just in my towel. To my shock, I find four religious men in my living room! They are all dressed in robes. When the hell did Catholics begin making house calls? I thought that was something just for Jehovah’s Witnesses. I excuse myself to put on a robe.
When I come back into the living room, they are discussing Ash Wednesday and repentance with my three young daughters. Two of the girls already have ashes on their foreheads in the shape of a cross. As the third receives her cross, the priest says “Repent, and believe in the Gospel.” My girls are enthralled and begin telling these four all the dirty little things we have been doing as a family. I am mortified. Then I notice the four men’s robes are all tented at the crotch! Holy men, my ass! I guess even Holy Men get horny!
One of the men begins openly rubbing at his tent. I sit beside him and ask him if he needs some help. With no foreplay, the priests pulls up my robe and slides his hard prick right into my waiting snatch. One of the girl’s say, “But I thought this was wrong?”. The priest explains to her that what we have been doing is wrong and the only way to cleanse us is for them to spill their holy seed into us. All three of the girls then follow my lead. It is such a huge turn on seeing them get drilled in their sweet little pussies! I cum hard from the sight! After all of our pussies are filled with their religious cum, they gather their things to leave. When I walk them to the door, they ask me is they can come by weekly to hear our confessions. Now we have a standing date. I wonder who will hear the Holy Men’s confessions?
Mommy Phone Sex Slut Takes One for the Team
My sons are obsessed with my big boobs. They go around saying things like, “Mommy got boobs,” and “Got milk to go with those boobs.” I am not embarrassed to flaunt my rack. I use my tits to my advantage every chance I can. Like when my youngest son gets in trouble at school for jacking off in the bathroom. Personally, I think it is healthy for boys to pleasure themselves at school. Unleashing a load of boy spunk clears the mind. It allows the young ones to focus on their studies. So when I was summoned to the principal’s office, I didn’t see the big issue of rubbing one out in a stall. Most of us have played with ourselves in the bathroom before. Well, when I got down to the school, turns out there was a little more to the story. My son was playing with himself in the bathroom, it was just the girl’s bathroom. Actually, it was the ladies room of the teacher’s lounge. Now I had a problem. He was jacking his pecker spying on sexy MILF teachers. Not sure I could get him out of this one.
I used my big tits with the male principle as much as I could. Cleavage peaks. A wardrobe malfunction. The arm squeeze to make them bigger. I told my son to go wait in the car. I needed to settle this with more than just my jugs. I couldn’t very well tell the principle my son’s obsession with MILFs comes from his mommy. When I was alone with the principle, I gave him the sob story of raising three boys alone as a single mother. I made up bullshit struggles that never existed. Discussed how hard it’s been for me to even have a dating life. My sob story worked. He had sympathetic eyes. As I bent over his desk to grab a tissue, I did the obligatory boob brush against his arm. Now I had his attention. I saw the hard cock in his trousers, helped my myself to his throbbing member. Slipped it between my tits and sucked the head of his pulsating penis. A few licks, a few strokes and he came on my tits. I told him, he could cum on my tits whenever he wanted, if my son just got a warning this time. He took the bribe. I went back to the car with the principal’s hot spunk on my rack and told my son he owed me. He never minds owing me. He knows I accept pay back in boy batter.























