Young mommy sex is what my life is.
In town they freak out when my daughters call me mommy. I try not to even blink at the stares and remind them to call me sissy. We always have to go two cities away for groceries and supplies, bigger is better to hide in. I’m sure people close to home have heard the rumors. But here I can pretend my darlings are confused. Today a nice dark black man stopped as my youngest was crying her ass off and my middle girl was saying mommy I want some candy! My pussy tightened as he leaned down and gave her a Lolli pop. His eyes told me he knew, and he knew that I knew he knew.
I was about to be black mailed and blackmailed by the BBC! Franky that is one of the best things about out of town shopping!
He took my cart away from me and proceeded to the check out so I could look after my tyke. He asked where our car was as he loaded up our groceries and got in the driver’s seat. I was speechless and willing to go with him. I needed some BBC and what could I say? The fate of my family relied on us going into that sleazy motel room and letting that anaconda fuck the shit out of me while I molested my daughters for him. I would have to explain at the compound, but many of the women had gone through this and we liked it! Now if I could keep my girls from telling our daddy!
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