Jasmine’s Wild Things 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 Good Little Boy Phonesex Part 2

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“Do you want to please me, baby?” I ask you with deceptive sweetness. You melt and nod eagerly like you did when you were just my baby boy, my little son. You are still my little son, although what a big boy you have grown into–on the outside anyway. Inside you are still reduced to a needy, whimpering mass of jelly by that lust and desire for your own mother, a lust that has never abated, not one whit, not even after all these years of us living together and loving and fighting and fucking.

“Do you want to be Mommy’s good little boy?” I ask. You want to cry out, don’t you? You want to cry “Yes!” You want to throw yourself at me. But I do not want that, no. You will kneel in front of me and await my instructions like a good little boy, your cock stiff beneath your trousers, your body trembling in fear and desire.

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Games with Auntie Jasmine Phonesex

 

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When he was younger, my nephew and I had played games together. But I knew that I was going to enjoy playing even more games with him now that he had become such a beautiful big boy. Oh yes, we now had so many more interesting games to play. For now we would begin with “The Waiting Game”

.I straddled my nephew, feeling his big cock stiffen beneath my pussy. My luscious big breasts were nearly in his face and he started to move his hands upward as though to squeeze them when I threaded my fingers through his dark hair and pulling his head back I forced his mouth open with my tongue. I began to grind my panty clad pussy against that delicious big bulge in his trousers and felt him grow even harder. I was enjoying this and really I would have fucked him there and then but I could not resist to tease him, to edge him, to make him ache with desire so much that it hurt.

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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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