Jasmine’s Good Little Boy Phonesex

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You want me to hurt you if only so that there is a chance I might kiss you better.

You are kneeling in the parking lot of the bar we frequent, already in pain after only a few minutes on the pavement. We have been loving and fucking for years and you still want to be my good little boy so desperately. don’t you? You hear the murmurs of curious passersby but you do not really care that much. Sure it is vaguely humiliating to be seen in such a posture but you are more concerned about what it is that I want from you. Your heart racing, your mind feverishly wondering “What is she thinking? What is she going to do to me now?” What indeed, little boy, what indeed.

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My Stepson Found Our Dirty Pictures Phone Sex

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Hubby and I have a quite large collection of dirty pics. There really is no limit to the amount of things we are doing in them either. Some where I’m on top of him, clearly telling him how pitiful his little penis is, because he is covering his face in shame. And other pics where he’s watching me fuck another man. There are threesomes and foursomes. And one where I’m beating his ass until it’s beet red. We have cameras everywhere, even in the Red Room. No one should see these private pictures. Especially not my stepson…

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Jasmine’s Bring Me Another Lover Phonesex

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Jasmine?” I turned my head and saw the boy approaching my secluded table. “I would have recognized you anywhere,” he said, “you look exactly like your photos.” Men, boys, they always look at me this way, as though I am creature not quite of this world. Well, perhaps there is some truth in that. I am different than anyone I know and therefore, fit in no place.

I motioned for him to have a seat, and he did so.It was late Thursday evening and my husband Edward was once again out of town for the weekend, “It’s business pal,” he said, “can’t be helped.” At this point in my life I no longer cared. Not really. Come or go, stay or leave, it was inconsequential. The turns my life had taken in just a short period of time, why it had been less than one year since I first took a lover behind my husband’s back. Then another. Then another. My marital indiscretions had ignited in me a fire that could not be extinguished, a thirst for sex that was unquenchable. I wanted it all. And what I wanted, I took. 

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Jasmine’s Like Father Like Son Phone Sex

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His lips on my tits, wild like animal, taking my nipples into his mouth and devouring them like  thirsty cub sucking at his mothers breast. Moving a top me now, his muscular naked torso pressing hard against my body, his weight pinning me down his cock hard like granite inches from the warm wet pleasure that is my pussy. “No no ” I say to him, “you wait. First I get pleasure.” I grabbed his hair, pulling hard and forcing his face between my legs. “Be a good boy. Show me how strong your desire is, show me how much you want me.”

AND WANT ME HE DID.

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Strip Poker Phone Sex Fun!

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Strip poker with some young dick. What could be more fun?

I told my stepson to gather his friends for a game of strip poker. His dad was away, so we would had the entire night to play. He told me he didn’t know much about poker. I told him that would not be a problem. His lack of knowledge is my benefit.

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Birthday Surprise From Mom Phone Sex

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What a spoiled little brat you are! I did not get you the Rolex you wanted for your birthday so you sulk. You already have 3 of them and time ticks by no matter if it is on Rolex or not.. All these people, family and friends, gathered here for you to celebrate you and you don’t even look up from that goddamn phone. You do not even look up from phone when you you hear the sound of my high heeled shoe hitting the floor. Yes, below the table, hidden away from the watchful eyes of party guests, I let my high heel slip from my thigh high silk stocking clad leg.

Do you feel that? Yes, I think you did. That is my foot, my shapely, delicate foot sliding, like serpent, ever so slowly up leg of your trousers, sending sensations throughout your entire body. Oh, what’s this, has your young cock grown hard for me, grown hard for your own mother?

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