Slutish Denial

angela40

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I been named a slut, a cum slut, fuck slut but I am in denial about it. I love to dress in nylons, crotchless panties, or no panties at all, high heels, short flowing dresses.
Last weekend one of my son's mates Paul invited me out but turned him down. We had been together before knowingly if I see him I would weaken to his will. I was going to restrain myself. I was getting dressed for the evening when an hour later Paul was at the door as I was ready to go out. I opened the door and told him I was meeting a friend. Paul smiled, wouldn't let me and surprised me with a kiss. Then pushed me against the closed door and kissed me again.
"Angie you are dressed like a hot slut"
"How dare you call me a slut, I am not one of your whores" I responded with a slap to his face. Paul slapped me back, held me tight and kissed me again as I felt his cock hardening against my pussy. My short dress had risen,
"You are a milf slut, pantiless slut, never getting enough cock" I was weakening.
I reached behind me trying to open the door into the flat, Paul pushed me gently into the foyer, closed the door and led me to the sofa. Walking there he had raised the back of my dress, touching my heated ass. Yes, yes I needed to be cooled off. He easily pushed me down unto the sofa, I lifted the dress showing him I was ready for his cock. I was absolutely dripping unto the sofa. Paul's pants dropped to the carpeted floor, gripping his erecting dick, stroking it then slowly came down between my wide open legs. My high heels had fallen off unto the floor.
AAAAAHHHHH SLOW MY LOVE feeling his cock fucking me. I had to orgasm soon or I would explode. Sliding in and out of my slut cunt, when I heard words coming from his lips,
"Oh mommy, love me" I kissed him, as he pulled out my pussy and shot his load on my nylons.
 
I been named a slut, a cum slut, fuck slut but I am in denial about it. I love to dress in nylons, crotchless panties, or no panties at all, high heels, short flowing dresses.
Last weekend one of my son's mates Paul invited me out but turned him down. We had been together before knowingly if I see him I would weaken to his will. I was going to restrain myself. I was getting dressed for the evening when an hour later Paul was at the door as I was ready to go out. I opened the door and told him I was meeting a friend. Paul smiled, wouldn't let me and surprised me with a kiss. Then pushed me against the closed door and kissed me again.
"Angie you are dressed like a hot slut"
"How dare you call me a slut, I am not one of your whores" I responded with a slap to his face. Paul slapped me back, held me tight and kissed me again as I felt his cock hardening against my pussy. My short dress had risen,
"You are a milf slut, pantiless slut, never getting enough cock" I was weakening.
I reached behind me trying to open the door into the flat, Paul pushed me gently into the foyer, closed the door and led me to the sofa. Walking there he had raised the back of my dress, touching my heated ass. Yes, yes I needed to be cooled off. He easily pushed me down unto the sofa, I lifted the dress showing him I was ready for his cock. I was absolutely dripping unto the sofa. Paul's pants dropped to the carpeted floor, gripping his erecting dick, stroking it then slowly came down between my wide open legs. My high heels had fallen off unto the floor.
AAAAAHHHHH SLOW MY LOVE feeling his cock fucking me. I had to orgasm soon or I would explode. Sliding in and out of my slut cunt, when I heard words coming from his lips,
"Oh mommy, love me" I kissed him, as he pulled out my pussy and shot his load on my nylons.
Love to hear story of your son and you. How it started
 
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I been named a slut, a cum slut, fuck slut but I am in denial about it. I love to dress in nylons, crotchless panties, or no panties at all, high heels, short flowing dresses.
Last weekend one of my son's mates Paul invited me out but turned him down. We had been together before knowingly if I see him I would weaken to his will. I was going to restrain myself. I was getting dressed for the evening when an hour later Paul was at the door as I was ready to go out. I opened the door and told him I was meeting a friend. Paul smiled, wouldn't let me and surprised me with a kiss. Then pushed me against the closed door and kissed me again.
"Angie you are dressed like a hot slut"
"How dare you call me a slut, I am not one of your whores" I responded with a slap to his face. Paul slapped me back, held me tight and kissed me again as I felt his cock hardening against my pussy. My short dress had risen,
"You are a milf slut, pantiless slut, never getting enough cock" I was weakening.
I reached behind me trying to open the door into the flat, Paul pushed me gently into the foyer, closed the door and led me to the sofa. Walking there he had raised the back of my dress, touching my heated ass. Yes, yes I needed to be cooled off. He easily pushed me down unto the sofa, I lifted the dress showing him I was ready for his cock. I was absolutely dripping unto the sofa. Paul's pants dropped to the carpeted floor, gripping his erecting dick, stroking it then slowly came down between my wide open legs. My high heels had fallen off unto the floor.
AAAAAHHHHH SLOW MY LOVE feeling his cock fucking me. I had to orgasm soon or I would explode. Sliding in and out of my slut cunt, when I heard words coming from his lips,
"Oh mommy, love me" I kissed him, as he pulled out my pussy and shot his load on my nylons.
Very hot!....I love the cum splashing on your nylons......delicious story.........
 
I been named a slut, a cum slut, fuck slut but I am in denial about it. I love to dress in nylons, crotchless panties, or no panties at all, high heels, short flowing dresses.
Last weekend one of my son's mates Paul invited me out but turned him down. We had been together before knowingly if I see him I would weaken to his will. I was going to restrain myself. I was getting dressed for the evening when an hour later Paul was at the door as I was ready to go out. I opened the door and told him I was meeting a friend. Paul smiled, wouldn't let me and surprised me with a kiss. Then pushed me against the closed door and kissed me again.
"Angie you are dressed like a hot slut"
"How dare you call me a slut, I am not one of your whores" I responded with a slap to his face. Paul slapped me back, held me tight and kissed me again as I felt his cock hardening against my pussy. My short dress had risen,
"You are a milf slut, pantiless slut, never getting enough cock" I was weakening.
I reached behind me trying to open the door into the flat, Paul pushed me gently into the foyer, closed the door and led me to the sofa. Walking there he had raised the back of my dress, touching my heated ass. Yes, yes I needed to be cooled off. He easily pushed me down unto the sofa, I lifted the dress showing him I was ready for his cock. I was absolutely dripping unto the sofa. Paul's pants dropped to the carpeted floor, gripping his erecting dick, stroking it then slowly came down between my wide open legs. My high heels had fallen off unto the floor.
AAAAAHHHHH SLOW MY LOVE feeling his cock fucking me. I had to orgasm soon or I would explode. Sliding in and out of my slut cunt, when I heard words coming from his lips,
"Oh mommy, love me" I kissed him, as he pulled out my pussy and shot his load on my nylons.
Du bist eine wunderbare Ficksau, und Deine Fotze ist unersättlich!
 
I been named a slut, a cum slut, fuck slut but I am in denial about it. I love to dress in nylons, crotchless panties, or no panties at all, high heels, short flowing dresses.
Last weekend one of my son's mates Paul invited me out but turned him down. We had been together before knowingly if I see him I would weaken to his will. I was going to restrain myself. I was getting dressed for the evening when an hour later Paul was at the door as I was ready to go out. I opened the door and told him I was meeting a friend. Paul smiled, wouldn't let me and surprised me with a kiss. Then pushed me against the closed door and kissed me again.
"Angie you are dressed like a hot slut"
"How dare you call me a slut, I am not one of your whores" I responded with a slap to his face. Paul slapped me back, held me tight and kissed me again as I felt his cock hardening against my pussy. My short dress had risen,
"You are a milf slut, pantiless slut, never getting enough cock" I was weakening.
I reached behind me trying to open the door into the flat, Paul pushed me gently into the foyer, closed the door and led me to the sofa. Walking there he had raised the back of my dress, touching my heated ass. Yes, yes I needed to be cooled off. He easily pushed me down unto the sofa, I lifted the dress showing him I was ready for his cock. I was absolutely dripping unto the sofa. Paul's pants dropped to the carpeted floor, gripping his erecting dick, stroking it then slowly came down between my wide open legs. My high heels had fallen off unto the floor.
AAAAAHHHHH SLOW MY LOVE feeling his cock fucking me. I had to orgasm soon or I would explode. Sliding in and out of my slut cunt, when I heard words coming from his lips,
"Oh mommy, love me" I kissed him, as he pulled out my pussy and shot his load on my nylons.

During my college years I had an affair with a married woman who also liked to dress like a slut sometimes. Your post brought back many fond memories of rough fuck sessions together. Sometimes in her own home with husband and kids downstairs. I filled all her holes with a lot of my potent semen during those years. She was 20 years older than me.
 
During my college years I had an affair with a married woman who also liked to dress like a slut sometimes. Your post brought back many fond memories of rough fuck sessions together. Sometimes in her own home with husband and kids downstairs. I filled all her holes with a lot of my potent semen during those years. She was 20 years older than me.
I am 49 and crave young cock. It is the foreplay before his cock enters my wet pussy.
 
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