I never thought that I would be into some of the crazy stuff that my wild and beautiful daughter thinks up for us. This had to be the strangest thing yet and I almost refused and was on the verge of dragging her home.
We had been out shopping and had split up to get done a little faster as it was getting late.
I went to the vegetable stand at our little opened air market and she headed to the butcher counter to get our meats.
I was buying the last of our produce and looking around for Inez. She should have been done by now. Where was she? Taking her time kind of defeated the purpose of us splitting up to finish faster.
A little aggravated I headed to the butcher counter and still did not see Inez. I didn’t pass her she had to be here.
Then I heard her giggling from the back room. She knows better then to participate in hanky panky without me. It is one of our golden rules.
Paying no attention to the signs I headed to the back room and the sound of my daughter’s laughter.
There she was kissing and rubbing on the butcher in his blood covered white apron. There was a smear of blood on her face where he had touched her.
She smiled at me and told me he would give us all our meats for free if we would go in the meat locker with him and let him fuck us.
The meat locker? Really with the smell of flesh and hanging sides of beef and the fridgid temperatures? They had to be out of their minds….
Some how Inez talked me into it, with my mind reeling.
As strange as it was, it was exciting in a way….
Category: Teen phone sex
Daddy’s pull out game is weak.
Daddy thought this would be good for us.
He has been fucking me for years now.
Normally he pulls his cock out and covers me in cum.
I love it when he glazes my pussy lips with his cum.
But this time he was plowing my pussy, thrusting in and out of my tight hole.
I love it when daddy goes slow and then fast.
Its like he is bouncing me off his cock.
Daddy’s dick isn’t very big but he does know how to use it.
Maybe that is why mommy and daddy are still together.
Daddy knows how to work his cock and he likes to make more like me.
Daddy kept fucking me, fucking me past his pull out time.
Daddy didn’t pull his cock out as he blew his load inside my tight wet cunny.
Instead he filled me up with his cum.
Now I am pregnant with my own fathers baby.
Maybe this time I will be able to keep it.
Pantyhose Fetish
I’m sitting in the bar. You see me from across the room. I’m sitting there, sad, because I miss my Bubba. Of course, you don’t know that. You just see a sexy woman, wearing pantyhose and huge fuck-me heels. You have this wicked pantyhose fetish and you can’t take your eyes off me. You imagine how those long , long legs would feel wrapped around your neck, the friction of the silk hose against your skin, as you rub your cock against pink velvet pussy through the crotch of my pantyhose. You feel the rise of your cock within your jeans as you fantasize about me.
I glance your way, my big blue eyes locking upon yours. You look so much like my brother. My pussy does a quick twitch in my panties. I can just imagine fucking you. Maybe you’d even cry out “Oh sissy, I’m cumming.” as you fill my cunt full of juice. My brother had this moan that always sent me over the edge. I wonder what you sound like when you empty your nuts into a woman. I can close my eyes and pretend that James is home from his long distance job. I ask the bartender to send you a drink.
It’s midnight and we’re riding in your truck. Your hand is on my knee, slowly sliding upward. I notice that you seem intrigued with my silky legs. James always loved it when I wore stockings or hose. I stretch my leg out and lay my panty hosed foot right onto your pulsating package. I wiggle my toes and feel your cock answer. I’m so turned on now. My desire is spiraling out of control and begs to be filled.
You quickly pull into a hidden grove. We’re both inflamed now. You push me back on the seat. I’ve already gushed once through the silken web covering my pussy lips. I can’t get my skirt up fast enough. You’re already rubbing your cock back and forth along my legs as you nurse a swollen nipple. I pump back as you reach my hidden treasure. Your pre-cum mingles with my own wetness. I can’t take it anymore. “Fuck me, James,” I moan. You eye me, confused, and then play along.
You grab the crotch of my pantyhose, ripping them enough to access my slit, and fall onto me like a starving beast and ram me without mercy. Pulling out, with a guttural roar, you spew a massive load all over my legs.
Heading back to the bar, I slip off my pantyhose and roll them into a ball. As I slip out of your truck, I stuff them into your jacket pocket. “Don’t forget me,” I whisper. I know you won’t. Until next time…..




























