Category: family fun phonesex

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Davey always had a telltale sign that his cock was getting hard inside of his crinkly, padded diaper. He didn’t even try to hide it. Why would he? I was his muse. “Mama…” he whispered, as his sweet voice trembled on the other end of the phone. “Can we…um, can we have some family fun together? You know how much I love that!”

I tilted my head, playfully feigning thought. “Hmm…are you sure you’ve earned it, Davey?” His eyes widened as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. “Because if you’ve been a good boy for Mommy…” I unlocked it, opened the camera, and propped it on a little stand across from my rocking chair. “Then you can show how Mommy how nicely you edge yourself for her.”

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Coat Check

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Miss Anna got a part time job as the coat check girl at a local banquet hall. She loved flirting with all the men as they dropped off and picked up their coats, or even their wives coats for that matter. One day, she was obnoxiously chewing bubble gum waiting for her next patron, when suddenly in stumbled her naughty nephew accompanied by a date.

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Smiling blonde MILF

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I’m one of those moms who struggle to keep Christmas gifts a surprise; I don’t know WHY I get so excited to make my friends and family happy. It’s impossible to shop early because I’ll end up spoiling the surprise. It’s too hard for me to wait until Christmas morning!

This year, my son is at that awkward age when buying for him isn’t as easy as it used to be. He is no longer into toys or action figures, but he’s too young for those costly electronics that all his friends’ parents are buying their kids. Picking out the perfect gift for him was difficult until I decided to give him something I know he’s been wanting.

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Miss Anna, fed-up of her husband sent him out Christmas Shopping. She even prepared a detail list and made sure it comprised of multiple items and locations so he would be gone for quite some time, leaving her time alone to herself.

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The big feast is over, and there’s so much leftover. Meats and pies. Cookies and cakes. Breads in all different flavors, these people go all out and cook way too much! The family is still hanging around with no motivation to drive themselves back home anytime soon. It’s so hard to find time to fuck with so many people in the house, but I’m such a horny girl that I’m determined to carve out some leftover fucking time! I think the best time to do the deed would be when everyone piles into the car to go Black Friday shopping.

We can say we want to stay behind to help organize the leftovers and make turkey sandwiches for everyone when they return from a full day of shopping for steals and deals.

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Spanksgiving

Posted 1 month ago by Amber

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

This is the story about the origin of Spanksgiving. The kitchen was thick with steam that smelled overwhelmingly of simmering basil and crushed tomatoes. Thanksgiving wasn’t complete without Mommy Anna’s infamous Neapolitan sugo, and Ronnie was slumped over the heavy cast iron pot.

“Don’t stop stirring, Ronnie,” Mommy Anna had warned. “We have company coming and this sugo cannot stick. Keep that heat low and that spoon moving!” I slipped into the kitchen hoping for a leftover cookie, but stopped in my tracks when I saw my brother. “Ronnie, you won’t believe it,” I whispered, leaning close to the stove.

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the pot

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Mommy Anna was busy all-day cooking in the kitchen for Thanksgiving. She had sent Daddy Ron out to get a few last-minute ingredients. Mommy Anna planned it just right because she was expecting her lover to call.

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Mr. Martin came into work the other night. He’s my dad’s close friend, like an uncle to me, and about three times my age. But I’m so attracted to him. We flirted all night. The sexual tension was so hot between us that we ended up back at my place. We were barely in the door before we started ripping each other’s clothes off. I felt his hard on through his pants and couldn’t wait to get it out and finally see it, taste it, and feel it for the first time. It was so hard and big. As soon as I got it in my mouth, I heard someone unlocking the front door. There are only two people that I know of, that have a key to my apartment. My sexy landlord and my naughty uncle. I for sure didn’t want it to be my landlord because he was having an affair with me and I’m so completely infatuated with him. But I didn’t want it to be my uncle either. He’s paying my rent in exchange for my barely legal, tight, teen pussy whenever he wants it. I was so scared frozen with his dick in my mouth.

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Mommy's Foot Loving Baby Boy

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Johnny loves many things about his Mommy, but his top two favorite things are my stinky feet and my soaked pussy. Yesterday, He was so hungry to sniff both that when he woke up stinky in his nappy, he rolled Mommy onto her back and folded up my legs into criss-cross apple sauce. My ankles locked just above my pussy mound, and Johnny lay on his tummy just under my feet and cunt. Groggily, I looked down at my sweet boy and asked what he was doing. He pushed his nose to the balls of my feet, then inhaled while stretching his tongue out to flick at my clit.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I knew what Daddy wanted. There’s only one thing that always brought that soft, knowing smile to his lips. Especially because Mommy hated it more than anything else in the world! No shoes, never shoes for this. Daddy told me I had to go to my closet and throw all of my shoes in the trash. I walked barefoot through the garden, deliberately, slowly. Across the freshly turned earth where Daddy had planted his roses, so that my soles were black and soil hid between my toes.

When I stepped back into the kitchen, I walked directly to Daddy, standing between his spread knees as he sat in his worn armchair. I extended my feet, crusted with garden debris. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he slowly, deliberately, picked up my ankle and lowered his head. His tongue was warm, sweeping away the grit, the soil, the evidence of my outdoor adventure.

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