The MILF diaries

Where to begin? I’m 40, with a 19 year old son named Darren, my little baby. Sure I coddle him a little too much–but making your children embarrassed is part of a mum’s job. Do I do it a little too much? Probably. By the time I was 12 I found that I had very large breasts for my age, and by the time I was 18–or legal, in other words–I was sitting comfortably on an F cup and there were lines of men going out the door to fuck me.

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Using Him Part 2

I whistled to myself as I fried the bacon and eggs, an apron draped around my naked form. I didn’t want to eat breakfast just yet–the taste of Brian’s semen was fresh in my mouth and I didn’t want that to end so soon–but I was more than happy to make Brian some.

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