Oh, did you know that all mothers have their own little secrets from time to time? Well, my mom really takes the cake—she’s got some pretty big secrets …
Oh, did you know that all mothers have their own little secrets from time to time? Well, my mom really takes the cake—she’s got some pretty big secrets that she prefers to keep to herself. She looks more like a wholesome housewife than a horny slut. Mom and I have been living on our own for a few years now, ever since she and Dad got divorced. I never understood why, because I never heard them argue. The only thing I ever heard—right as Dad was leaving the house—was Mom shouting after him, “You filthy whore-fucker!”
A lot of girls at school talk about how their dads fucked their pussies really hard, but I can’t join in on those conversations since I don’t have a dad anymore. I’m dying to get fucked properly; masturbating is starting to get a bit boring. Sure, I have a vibrator and a small dildo, but that’s just not the same as having a nice, warm cock inside your pussy. Recently, I was looking for something, and Mom said, “Check my handbag; maybe it’s in there.” I took her handbag, rummaged through the items inside, and found a slip of paper with a list of men’s names and their mobile numbers. I immediately grabbed my own phone and snapped a quick photo of it—I’m not even sure why I did that. I tucked the paper back in just as Mom turned around and asked, “Well, did you find what you were looking for?” Feeling caught, I gave a curt reply: “No, Mom—I guess I’ll have to look somewhere else.”
I rushed straight to my bedroom, pulled up the photo on my phone, and examined the list. There were 13 names and numbers in total. Next to several of the names, there were little clusters of four or five stars, along with abbreviations I didn’t recognize—things like DTF, BTC, HSS, LOCF, and HAF.
I sent the list to my printer and printed it out. Holding the paper in my hands, I studied the names and numbers, but none of them looked familiar.
I know Mom goes out quite often on weekends and always comes back completely exhausted. Whenever I bring it up the next morning, she just says, “I did a lot of dancing—that’s why I’m so worn out.” I’m well aware that Mom hasn’t exactly been a saint since Dad left. I once overheard a phone conversation where some pretty raunchy language was used—someone called her a “slut,” and she just laughed in response.
I’m tempted to ask Mom if I can try calling some of those numbers myself. Damn it—I’m 16 years old, and I’ve never even had a cock inside me. I personally think it’s high time for a change. In two months, I’ll be turning 17. Surely I’m not going to end up some old spinster who’s never had a cock inside her pussy?
I’m nervous, shaking like a leaf, as I look at Mom and say, “Mom, I saw a list of names and phone numbers in your handbag—are those the men you’re with when you come home so exhausted?” Mom looks at me in silence, and I can tell she’s searching for the right words. Suddenly, she says, “Yes, those are the numbers for the men I’m with when I come home half-naked, without any panties, completely drained and exhausted.” I think to myself, *This is your chance—just ask.* Looking at her with a shy expression, I ask, “Is there anyone on that list for me, too?” Mom turns away, but I hear her say, “We’ll discuss that later. I think I might know someone suitable for you, but I’ll need to make a few calls first.” She just goes back to stirring a pot of soup, and the conversation is over. Feeling incredibly aroused and horny, I leave the kitchen, jump onto my bed, and start masturbating, imagining a whole regiment of guys lined up, all waiting to fuck me. One after another, they ejaculate inside me, leaving me soaking wet with all that semen. I’m pulled from my daydream when I hear Mom call out, “Come and eat!”
It’s the weekend again, and as Mom heads out, I tell her, “Leave your panties at home—you’ll only end up losing them anyway.” She looks at me with a laugh and says, “There be a surprise at the door within the hour. Have a great time, and you can tell me all about it tomorrow.” I didn’t even have time to ask what the surprise was before I heard the front door click shut.
*Shit*, I immediately thought—what should I wear? With or without panties? No bra… I just don’t know! Like someone chased by the wind, I ran to the bathroom, whipped off my panties, let my bra fall to the floor, and pulled on a red stretch dress that perfectly accentuated the contours of my body. I hurried back downstairs and waited, full of anticipation—just as Mom had said: “There be a surprise at your door within the hour.”
I don’t know what I should—or am allowed to—expect, but it’s bound to be something that suits me; Mom’s no fool, and she knows exactly what I like and what I don’t.
The doorbell rings, and I wait a moment, I walk to the front door and open it; a good-looking guy in his mid-thirties is standing there. I look at him with a smile as he says, “I guess I’m your surprise for this evening.” I burst out laughing at the way he says it and pull him inside by his arm. I slam the front door shut—the sound even startles me. He looks at me and asks, “Where can I hang up my coat?” I’ve completely lost my composure; I take his coat, toss it unceremoniously beneath the coat rack, and lead him into the living room. I immediately ask if he’d like a drink. I quickly pour two drinks, and we sit side by side in silence, as if it’s our first date. We catch each other’s eyes, and without a word, we both burst into laughter at the same time. We don’t even ask each other’s names—it’s clearly not important at all.
He leans over me, subtly pulling down my red stretch dress, then takes my already well-endowed breasts and begins to suck on my nipples. I press him closer, running my hands through his hair, savoring every lick. I’m so aroused that I stand up, grab his hand, and lead him upstairs to my bedroom. I fling the door open and pull him inside. He begins to undress me, and before I know it, my red stretch dress is pooled around my ankles. He’s already taken off his own shirt; I pull down his trousers, and a large cock is immediately revealed. He isn’t wearing any underwear.
We both lie naked on the bed, and I study his hot, desirable body while playing with his heavy testicles. He rolls off the bed, pulls my legs toward the edge, spreads them wide, and begins to go down on me like a wild man. I see fireworks and stars; I’m floating through the clouds—it feels absolutely divine. I can feel the tip of his tongue searching for my opening, and he pushes it slightly inside. I expect him to thrust his now-hard cock into me at any moment and fuck me intensely.
He moves upward, grabs my breasts, presses them together, and sucks hard on my hardened nipples. I hear myself moaning with pleasure, thinking, “God, sex is just wonderful.”
He fumbles with his hard cock, and I feel him pressing it against my entrance. I spread my legs as wide as I can, and in one smooth motion, his hard cock sinks deep inside me. He begins to fuck me at a steady, measured pace, and I can feel every inch of my still-tight passage. He picks up the rhythm, and it starts to feel even better. He shifts his body up, pressing my legs down against the bed—I can really feel the stretch in my groin, as I’m not used to this. He fucks me at a furious pace, driving deep into my still-inexperienced body.
He starts panting louder and louder, then pulls his cock out and ejaculates, a thick stream of semen spraying all over me. I cry out with pleasure, simultaneously amazed by the sheer volume of it. He rolls me onto my side and immediately thrusts his still-hard cock deep into my now-burning pussy. Once again, it turns into a long, intense session of fucking. I enjoy it immensely, smearing the semen from his first ejaculation all over my breasts while pulling hard on my nipples. I cry out as I force an incredibly intense orgasm, feeling my pussy grow soaking wet in the process. My own aroused, fluid-filled vagina only makes me wilder and hornier. I pull firmly on one of my buttocks to create more space, allowing his hard cock to slide in even deeper.
He lets out a shout and, without a word, fills my pussy with his semen. He continues to fuck me for a while longer, saying, “That’s how you should be fucked, girl—long, hard, and, above all, much more.”
As we lie side by side, I massage his sensitive testicles, pulling them downward between his legs. Noticing that his magnificent, large cock is still somewhat erect, I crawl down toward it. I take his wet cock into my mouth and begin to suck it at a very slow, steady pace. As his large cock grows harder, he suddenly presses my head down, commanding, “Deeper—you need to suck deeper, deeper!” He rolls off the bed, pulling me down to the floor with him. I’m on my knees; he tilts my head back, and once again, his large, hard cock is in my mouth. He thrusts it deeper and deeper into my throat—to the point where I nearly gag. He stops, looks at me, and strikes my face a few times with his hard cock, shouting, “Suck it, you slut—deeper!” Suddenly, his large cock is deep in my throat, and he calls out, “Relax—don’t fight it, just relax.” When he said that, I was able to relax and feel his large cock slide into my throat. After a wonderful session of deep-throating, I felt the heat rise, and he ejaculated, shooting his load straight into my stretched-out throat. There was nothing else to do but swallow all the semen—which didn’t even taste bad. This is the first time I’ve ever sucked a cock, and there will be There will surely be many more horny cocks to come—just as is the case for Mom.
My pussy is burning like hell, and when I swallow, I can clearly feel that things are more sensitive than I’m used to.
Mom and I agreed that I wouldn’t share the experiences I have with guys with her. She told me it’s something personal—a private matter. Now that I’ve let myself be used quite intensely by a total stranger—a man who really knows how to wield his big, horny cock to satisfy my own horny needs—I can certainly see why you wouldn’t share something like that with anyone else.
I have his mobile number, as well as those of a few of his friends. I’m currently putting together my own “fuck list.” Many guys will come and go until I’ve curated a list of my personal favorites—men I can call upon whenever I feel the urge to be used, depending on my mood at the time. Ultimately, it really just comes down to letting myself be used to satisfy my throat and my pussy—nothing more, nothing less.
I’ve learned what all those abbreviations mean, and now I’m adding them to my own fuck list:
DTF: Deep throat fuck
BTC: Big throat cock
HSS: Huge sperm shower
LOCF: Long cunt fuck
HAF: Hard ass fuck
I’ve experienced them all. Every now and then, I let the whole package happen to me, and—just like Mom when she gets home—I return completely worn out and exhausted. I never wear panties or a bra; you’d only end up losing them anyway.
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