I am the cum and cock worshiping p-milf that loves all shapes and sizes of Cock. I know what you’re thinking as I bring my son in the car and he is holding his peepee saying he has to go. I slap his hand away and he calls me a whore as he pisses all over himself. You pretend to step in and help but the lights go black and I wake up tied up in the trunk with my son. I scream and yell the car, my car keeps going. My son is bawling, and I try to comfort him. When the trunk opens four masks men haul us out and into a cabin in the mountains. I am forced out and drug into the dirt. My son is stripped down under the trees and I am told to clean my son up because I am a horrible mommy whore. I should always cater to my sons cock. I am still in bondage and given facial abuse by all four men and my throat is being fucked raw. My ass is lifted as I am thrown over the hood of my car and these men put my sons’ cock on my face and tell me to suck it and make my son give me his first cum load. “Suck it you whore, worship his cock, eat your offspring’s cum load.” The chants won’t stop and I do as I am told as My ass and pussy are being forced fucked as I am giving my son the lavishing tongue from mommy he deserves. I am cumming and I realize my place is to serve cock always.
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Do You Have What I need?
I’m currently on the prowl for a more extreme Master. Seems as though my last one got a little soft on me. No pun intended. Ideally, I need one who isn’t afraid to treat me like the worthless, pathetic cum dumpster that I am. The meaner the better. If you know how to keep me in my place, then I would be ever so loyal as your pet whore.
Ever since I was a young girl, I have known my place as a woman, and it pleases me greatly to serve the right Master. One who disregards my desires completely. One who isn’t worried about offending me because let’s face it, I deserve every bit of it.
Tell me how you’d mistreat your little slut. Would you cock slap me randomly? Bind me up to things and give me rope burn and bruises when I’ve misbehaved?
The goal is to keep me where I belong. A humbled, useless cunt hole for you to enjoy and dispose of at your leisure.
You will control literally every aspect of my life. I want zero independence. Every outfit will be decided by you. How often I work out and what I eat is all up to you. Hell, even when and if I’m allowed to use the restroom is completely in your hands.
Teen Son Cock Worshiping
I am a milf teen cock worshiping subslut that always serves my son. He brought his friends over tonight to play video games and I am expected to serve them. I brought soda and sandwiches as they were deep in the war game. I walked right in front causing something bad to happen in the game. My son got up and slapped me in the face and pushed me down. He said “well mom my game is fucked so why don’t we all fuck you like the whore you are?” I didn’t mean to ruin my son’s night with his friends. But as they each turn turns fucking my pussy and then directed to fuck my ass and make me clean my shit off these teen cocks, I knew this sub mommy had made it up the only way she knows how. By being a cream-filled submissive mommy! I even drank each of their piss in order to show how sorry I was and now I have five teen boys cum to eat instead of one. I love pleasing my boys!
MILF Phone Sex Sluts Make the Best Subs
MILF phone sex sluts make the best submissives. That is what all my masters have told me in the past. Young girls think the world is theirs for the taking. They think they are princesses. Now, the submissive ones usually are just playing a role because they are looking to snag a Christian Gray or they want money and gifts in exchange for being whipped or bound. I know I am not worthy of being pampered or spoiled. I am here to serve men. That means rough fucking, hardcore anal, BDSM games, bukkake parties, gang bangs and even water sports. Coeds complain more. They have rules and limits. They do not understand what being a lifestyle submissive whore means or entails. I live to please my masters. I may not be enthusiastic about what he is doing to me, but I don’t complain. I don’t interject. I don’t negotiate something different, something less degrading. I just take it and do my best not to cry. Old bitches like me may have more miles on us, but we have less fight in us. That is because we know our place. On our knees in front of our masers asking how we can serve you today, sir.