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My husband Edward was pouring himself a drink when he announced to me that his young nephew Ronald would be staying with us for a few months, and of course I had zero say so in matter. “He’s my brother’s son,” Edward said, “what am I supposed to do? Besides, the internship I lined up for him, should keep him nice and busy.”

Ronald was the very definition of well-mannered but as I found out later what lie beneath the facade of his genteel demeanor was fetishistic fiend with single-minded focus on the object, or rather the body part of his desire. Like the majority of his sex, Ronald was utterly captivated by me, this was evident in not just his longing gazes but also in the way he hung on every single word I uttered, even when they were of the most mundane nature. “It looks like you got a new fan huh Jasmine,” Edward said one night before bed. “Just take it easy with this one huh pal.” Oh but yes darling, of course I said but already I was predator waiting for time to pounce.

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Manhattan MILF Phonesex

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“What is this MILF,” I ask almost indignant, for my instincts tell me she is meaning this as insult.”You have never hear that before? ” Beth and I were having brunch together. “It means, ‘mother I like to fuck.'”But I am not mother. I do not understand.”It has more to do with your age,” she said, turning her attention back towards her barely touched meal. “It is good thing, trust me. The hot older woman she is really all the rage.”Older, I thought, me? I was certainly older than Beth who had just become legal in this country to drink, but I was the youngest of all my inner-circle. 34 it is not old. “I mean come on,” she continues, “you must notice all the men they are constantly checking you out?” Well, yes of course but has always been. Everywhere I go, since I was very young, I find there are men buzzing about me like bees around honey watching me, their eyes devouring me savouring each and every inch of my form.

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Teaching Him How To Fuck Phonesex

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“Do you want to learn how to please a woman like me? A woman of the world, a mistress of carnal pleasures, the sexiest, most beautiful woman you will ever know? And yes, is true, I am famous for my modesty as well as my mad skill at drawing men to me like moths to the flame. Well, little boy, I am going to teach you. I am going to teach you how to fuck.”

The boy was young. He was nervous. They always are and it rather adds to my own arousal to know that it is I who have made them not only nervous but so horny that their cocks, they are twitching in their trousers at the very thought of being between my silky thighs. I pushed him back on to the bed and after satisfying my own desire to kiss his hot young mouth passionately, I began my lesson.

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In the Name of the Father and the Stepson Cuckold Phonesex Part 2

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My husband Edward had just walked in on me fucking his own son. He was cuckold. A lesser man would have been defeated by this but my husband, he was not. He had turned the situation to his own advantage and it was he who was giving the orders. All throughout life I have never taken orders from a man, not even my own father but Edward’s command of the situation duly impressed me. So like dutiful wife I did as I was told and went into the bathroom to clean Adam’s cum from my pussy. When I returned, Edward was naked reclining on the bed, his cock hard like granite.

Adam was standing in the corner of the room like sad little puppy. As soon as I joined my husband in bed he grabbed me with force and held me down. “Now look here,” he said to Adam, “This is how you fuck like a man.”

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In the Name of the Husband and Of the Stepson Cuckold Phonesex

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His discovery that he was a cuckold  was inevitable, this I knew from start, it was only question of when and how. Perhaps there was part of me that wanted to be caught, part of me that felt a perverse pleasure at seeing the expression of shock, horror and ultimately disgust on my husband’s face, watching as his only son sated his lust at the loins of his wife.

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Deep Inside Jasmine Phonesex

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“You have been awfully quiet tonight pal,” my husband Edward said. Our drinks have just come and I was looking over the entree menu. “Something it is on your mind?”

I lowered the menu and looked into Edward’s blue grey eyes and tell him nothing. Nothing at all darling. Possibly I am little bit tired. The truth was yes something it does weigh heavy on my mind and it was my marriage to Edward and the recent affair I begin with his son Adam. Conflicting emotions surrounding me closing in like Gulag. I feel part shame guilt for I am betraying  man who adores me a man who has afforded my lifestyle most luxurious while other part of me is filled with excitement with lust with pleasure. Not for the sex truly not so much as in bed the son he cannot compare to the fathers  expert touch but rather for the feeling of power I have in Adam’s presence. Yes I enjoy fucking him , making him sex slave,  sex slave who bend to any whim I might have at that moment. A sex slave who when I command to kneel does so without moments hesitation because his lust for me it is so powerful.

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The Scent of Jasmine Phone Sex

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I knew when I enter home and find little box on bureau it meant my husband Edward was going off on another one his business trips. It was customary for him to ply me with gifts whenever he was going away or whenever we argued, both of which seemed to be occurring more and more often.

“Did you get my present,” he asked, now filling the doorway of our bedroom, his broad frame illuminated by the soft moonlight beaming in through the window.

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