Making My Son a Man Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

“I have a big favour to ask of you, Jasmine,” said my husband Edward. We had just finished dinner and he was smoking his customary after-dinner cigar. “Yes?” I answered, thinking perhaps he wanted to go to a strip club which was something we did occasionally to add little more spice to things in the bedroom but no. “It’s Adam,” he replied. Adam was Edward’s biological son and my stepson. “Yes, darling?” I answered quizzically. Edward looked at me, his eyes drinking in my luscious breasts, small waist, long silk stockinged legs and long dark hair. “The kid’s eighteen now. He’s a virgin. It’s time he learns his way around a woman and not just any woman. I think it should be you.”

Almost I choke upon my liqueur. Edward surveyed me and raised his hand. “Before you say no, think about it. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And I’ve seen the way you look at him. We both know you are attracted to each other.” It was true. I struggle at times with inappropriate feelings for my son. At times I have seen him emerging from shower and yes, he was a hot little boy.

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Jasmine’s Room Service Phone Sex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

“Who’s there?” I called. “Room service,” came the answer, muffled little bit by the closed door. I arose from bed and walked slowly, sensuously over to answer the door, a sly smile playing upon my lips. I opened the door and my smile, it became more wicked when I saw the look of shock and embarrassment register upon the sexy young porter’s face.

I wore nothing but long black silk stockings and garters, sheer black panties and high heels. The boy’s eyes roamed up and down my luscious but lithe form as though trying to commit to memory as much of the sight of me as possible before I closed the door. I beckoned to him to bring the tray in and winked as he gulped and the bulge in his trousers became even bigger.

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Achieving My Praise Phone Sex: That’s The Spot!

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I only really require one thing from you, so let us stop playing around. That one thing is your mind, constantly. You crave my control so much it hurts you. Dreaming of me every chance you get, the ache to be at my feet worshiping my pussy. Exactly where you need to be, where you crave to be. You love to adore that sweet tight pussy of mine, for hours and hours while I cover your face with my cum over and over. I enjoy squeezing your head with my thighs and trapping you in the heaven that has become my sweet cunt. You simply can not get enough, can you? Of course, you can’t. Now deeper and harder, like a good pet. That’s it, that’s the spot! Explore me until I release you to come up for air. You are mine.

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Naughtiest Milf Competition Phone Sex

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A few of the other neighborhood MILF’s and I decided to hold an impromptu contest. Who could fuck the most young guys in a two week period. I am naturally competitive by nature and I also have a highly seductive demeanor, so I had no doubt that I would win hands down.

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Jasmine’s Your Mother’s Touch Phone Sex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

Yes, I know. I know that you watch me when you think me unaware, that your gaze lingers longer than it should. I know you all of your secrets, all of your desires. I know that you crave –a mother’s touchyour mother’s touch. 

I see you now hidden behind the door frame as I bathe. Your eyes devour every inch of my perfect flesh. Your heart races as the warm water rinses away the soft white bubbles revealing my luscious tits. Your cock grows harder and harder as I rise from the water giving you a full view of the body you lust after, the body that gave you life.

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Mistress Vanessa’s Christmas Greeting Phonesex

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This is your Mistress Vanessa wishing you Happy Holidays and a Merry Christmas. Special Christmas greetings to my Pay Pigs, my sissy boys, my Diaper Lovers and my married lovers. I wish you and your families a Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year. 

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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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Vanessa’s Eat That Pussy Like Groceries Phone Sex

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I went to the market the other day to buy groceries and a very nice looking stock boy asked if he could help me with anything. I looked him up and down slowly. “Well darling, I think you would get in trouble if you did what I really want you to do.” He smiled and then looked me up and down. I was wearing a thin hooded zip up sweatshirt in gray with pink trim and black yoga pants that showed off my firm ass. “You know I do personal delivery service upon request.”

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Crazy Swingers Sex Party Phone Sex

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We had arrived at the wedding reception, Edward and I, much later than most of the other guests. “Is always good to make an entrance,” he said, before walking in like some sort of head of state shaking hands and giving phony smiles to anyone who crossed his path. “I look at everyone as a potential customer pal,” he once told me early on in our courtship, and his philosophy seemed to work well for him, as he had made first million by age of thirty. “I made money right way too, with material, land, buildings, none of the internet nonsense.”

The appetizers came and they were good, especially the arugula salad with sun-dried tomatoes and a light vinaigrette dressing. I ate in polite silence and listened as the wives of Edward’s colleagues complained about their husbands and kids. As the main course was being served, the photographer was using opportunity to snap a few candid shots. Yes, photographers and their candid shots, their real shots. My mind began to drift, drift back to my time with Paul.

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Teaching the Paper Boy: School’s Out! 3 Phonesex

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I stopped sucking him and pulled back so I could view him again, admiring my handiwork so to speak. He whimpered and was still writhing, either trying not to cum yet or trying to find my mouth again. Good thing I blindfolded the poor boy. I could feel myself getting slicker and slicker as I watched him squirm to desperately try a d find my throat again. He didn’t realize how desperate for his cock I was becoming.

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