I'd love to take you out this Sunday morning. We could even go to church. Of course, I'm not at all religious. It would just be a perfect opportunity to prove how good you are. I would fit you with a little hidden device in your panties. Something you couldn't remove very easily. You'd be sitting demurely, head lowered, and all the while I was remotely controlling the pressure of the rumbling vibes fluttering over your sweet little pussy.

 I'd know when you started to twitch and fidget that it was taking effect, and would so much enjoy being next to you knowing that you were suffering from the sweetest awkwardness. With your Sunday dress and neat hair, every one else completely oblivious to the fact that while they sang praises your once clean fresh panties were a mess of hot girl goo. You would be trying so hard, being such a good girl, trying to keep singing along, but it would suddenly become too much, and you had to simply give in to the sensations. Your lips parted, your eyes closed, you would sway a little, shyly still, struggling a little to hide the tremors gently shaking your thighs.

I would take your hand and hold it tight, reassuring you what a good girl you're being, that it's ok to moan a little as the sound of the congregation would rise above you. I'd be next to you, my pussy swollen and dribbling, so aroused at your obedience, and knowing how much you have been struggling to contain your embarrassment and your pleasure. After the service, we would then go for lunch in a very nice restaurant where they have generously sized and very private toilet cubicles.

We would see what a lovely mess you are. I ask you to hold up your dress and examine your panties. I slowly pull them down and peel the crotch away, watching delightedly as skeins of your cum glisten between panties and pussy. I remove the device and tell you how proud of you I am. "Oh Jo..." I say softly, "you really have been so so good today. You behaved like a perfect girl in church. You gave mommy such deep pleasure, it makes me feel very close to you to know that you will suffer such indignities for your bad mommy." I straighten up and move over to sit on the wooden toilet seat, hitching up my dress.

"Come" I curl my finger to call you over. "Your reward for being such a good girl is to complete mommy's pleasure." You know what you must do. You peel down my underwear as I slide my crotchet the edge of the seat. For a few seconds you take in the sight of my swollen mommy pussy, my big unruly clitoris standing up in its thick wrinkly hood, throbbing, my phat swollen pussy lips all puffy with arousal. You part them with your tongue..."That's it..." I sigh "good girl, lick it slowly all the way down to my hole, yes." I take in the delight of watching your sweet face, so concentrated on your task, enjoying how your lips become moistened with my juice. "Now wrap your mouth around my clit darling. I want to feel you gently envelop it in your hot little mouth."

You feel the tumescent throb against your tongue and slowly start to suck the mound into your mouth. The hotness of your mouth, the sound of you sucking on me makes me gush afresh. You don't need telling what to do now, you run your tongue down my sopping pinkness and push it into me. "Oh Jo..." I moan. "Yes, please... oh darling girl." With the feel of your little probing tongue inside my cunt and your sweet nose against my throbbing clit, I cum in deep shuddering spasms. You feel the hot gush of cream on your tongue and keep going, pushing into me, wanting to give mommy the very best of orgasms. As I slump, all tension appeased, I hold the back of your head tight. "Oh baby, oh sweet darling...You're such a good girl."

Oh my, I've been having some lovely mommy experiences recently...

One older, one younger than me. Both never been with a woman before. I just loved that. They were so into it, my tits and pussy. They loved the sensuality of kissing, a different sense of control and submission, a different way of giving in - to pleasure. 

I do have a thing for big ripe tits, but they had petit breasts and yet amazing thick nipples. I felt such a thrill to suck on them, as their kids had done. With the younger one I fantasised about sucking her when she still had milk... omg, how amazing that would be. That's what I want to do so badly. Can you put an advert out for that kind of thing??? lol... I'm sure some gals would be up for it. I know lesbians have kids too, but somehow that doesn't do it so much for me. Although I wouldn't say no...

I love the transgressive thrill of titty-sucking moms as a lesbian. Husbands are so lucky... but even that is all part of the 'sacred' family-making thing. To be the pervert outsider and enjoy that (no man present) is a massive fantasy for me. To suckle mommy and finger her wet pussy is just about the ultimate kink for me.

My young mommy love is so sweet. She's just a little plump, with silky tanned skin, deep blue eyes, and such emotional sensitivity. Her kids mean everything to her. So it's a gorgeous privilege to steal the time in her busy life to pleasure her, to give her back a sense of her own body, of all it's amazing possibilities for loving and diving hard into the pure fucking joy of being alive in our skin. Oh, my baby mommy... 

Now I've joined a couple of other sites, I'm spending so much time looking and chatting online. It's making me crazy, like an addict. I find myself chatting with well-hung guys, mesmerised by their big dicks, imagining them stuffed inside me, stretching me, overwhelmed by urgent male strength. I'm loosing my mind...

i've always been more lesbian, but I find myself cumming looking at strangers' heavy uncut cocks. I used to read books, now I just soak my underwear and enter into an unreal nervous state of sexual desperation... wanting pussy, cock, tits, ass, thighs... everything...

Maybe I need to do more real life hook ups to take my mind off all the lovely filthy online treasures without end...  

Fuuuuuuuckkkkk 

Public transport is mostly horrible in this country. But I do like to look around me and I say to myself I have to choose at least one person to have sex with, whoever is on the train or bus. That can sometimes be a lovely woman, or I may be just surrounded by fat men. The idea of having to fuck a person I don't find attractive is perversely sexy... 

I love the chikan fantasy of public transport sex. I remember first seeing Anime chikan of big breasted women being groped on Japanese trains. Of course, it's so offensive to imagine anything like that happening, and people not intervening when someone is actually being abused in public. I would probably go berserk if someone did that to me for real, but as a fantasy it's incredible, and appeals to some deep fantasy of humiliation and pleasure.

One of those hot airless days when women's pussies are wet with sweat and a kind of natural arousal from heat and summer mood. I remember a train back from London on a hot summer evening. Going towards the end of the line. A few people on the train still, snoozing with collars open and legs apart. 

The woman sitting opposite me in her late 30s, milfy and curvy, wearing a cotton summer dress. She was asleep and I watched her, able to admire her body at ease. As the train rolled along in that lazy slow British train kind of way, her thighs would roll with it from side to side and her dress would reveal more of her strong, tanned thighs. Then, dozing, she her thighs parted wide and I could see her panties. I could see that she had a nice plump pussy. I imagined stroking her thighs and squeezing that sleepy pussy. I imagined that it would be as wet as mine, running my finger down her slick pussy lips and slipping it easily into her hot cunt. I imagined her husband and children at home waiting for her while I fingered her to a muted orgasm, then her getting off the train and getting into her car, her panties soggy with cum.

I feel I've recently put on weight. I hate it, I hate how it makes me feel in my clothes, especially in the warm.er weather, but it also makes me horny to see and feel conscious of my chubby belly and hips and to touch my fat when I'm masturbating. Whenever I put on weight I feel the need to be groped and handled, so that my chub is objectified. I fantasise about being groped against my will but getting wet and submitting; feeling like a fat submissive woman who just needs to have all her squishy body felt up and fingered, having my pussy exposed, humiliated to see how soaking wet it is, how engorged my clit is; just wanting my fat round tits to be squeezed and sucked, my fupa and belly to be rubbed and jiggled, and my tight wet lesbian pussy stretched and pumped by a huge thick cock of whoever making me moan. I want to be handled like those milfy Japanese women who have their body exposed and their pussy licked as they weep in shame before being fingered and vibed to orgasm, in spite of themselves, before being fucked hard and insensitively by one or two well-hung men. Feeling chubby makes me want to be held down and submitted to pleasure by people stronger than me or by two cruel teenage girls.