I am a phone sex whore because I am a whore. But I prefer the term slut. I never charge to fuck. Just to phone fuck. Most of my life, I have enjoyed cock. Pussy too, but mostly cock. Even as a teenage girl, I was a horny thing, eventually I seduced my father. And that led to my mother disowning me when she found out. My father supported me secretly, so I never struggled. I was 19 when she found out, but it had been going on for years before she knew. But I have no regrets. My dad had a nice dick.
The funny thing though, when I was a teen girl, even in my 20s, I loved older men. I never dated men my age and I would have laughed back then if you told me I would love fucking younger men one day. My husband is almost 20 years older than me. But he knew he married a slut. When we met, I still enjoyed the company of older men. They knew how to navigate themselves around a woman’s pussy. Plus, they acted sophisticated and had money too.
I Love Fucking Young Men but I Did Not Always
However, now, I am a phone sex milf who almost exclusively fucks guys my daughter’s age. I turn 58 next week. Hard to believe. This bouncer at a new club I went to carded me because he said he had to card everyone who looked under 35. My daughter was with me, and she thought he was hitting on me. He could not have been much older than her. Not that I care, but I assumed he would hit on her before me. As we left, he stopped me and gave me his card. He owns a private security firm, and the club hired his crew for opening week.
So, this dirty milf got a late-night booty call. I texted him my number once we were in the car. And he could not wait to fuck me. But I needed to wait until he got off work. Around 4 am, he showed up at my door. Everyone else went to bed. But not me. I waited up to fuck the hot young bouncer. I could be his mother, which he found hot. And he fucked the shit out of the phone sex slut too. Every position possible. Strong buff guy too.
I did not get to bed until the sun was up. When my daughter and I go out together, the men my age hit on her. But the boys her age all want me. Again, hard to believe I grew up to be Mrs. Robinson. But here I am wearing out 23-year-old boys.
