I love being a phone sex whore. I cannot tell people in our private social circle about all my kinky escapades. But I can tell you guys. You horny men eat my exploits right up. Yesterday was the Super Bowl. My sons, daughter and stepsons were all here for a family celebration. My husband is a big Eagles fan having gone to law school in Philadelphia. I did not care either way. I had no skin in the game. I was there to play with my boys. I wanted to play with some tight ends of my own. My husband does not care what I do with our sons or his sons from his first marriage. I am their mother. I raised them. They have known me since they were schoolboys. I am really the only mother they have known. My hubby knows all my dirty secrets and loves me for them. We had some rules initially when we got married. He knew I was a phone sex slut with a love for fucking in my family. I was a daddy’s girl before I birthed a bunch of mother fuckers. My husband had a few rules for who I could not fuck, but I struggled to adhere to those rules. The allure of taboo cock was too strong. It still is. What is different now, is that my husband does not care who I fuck or where I fuck, and he likes to watch. He was watching the game with one eye, and with the other eye watching his wife fuck his boys and eat his daughter’s pussy. At one point in the game, I was on all fours eating my daughter’s tight shaved pussy. As my tongue darted in and our of that pretty pussy, her brothers and half-brothers fucked the shit out of my pussy and ass. Daddy watched it all and the game too. He thinks it was the best Super Bowl ever even though his team lost.
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