I’m a trashy MILF. It is the best kind to be; the only kind to be if you ask me. You know June Cleaver never got laid, not even when she had a son called the Beaver. I don’t have that white picket fence life. I have a porn star life in a trailer park. No white picket fences. Just beer cans in the yard and daisy duke shorts on the mother. I woke up in a fog, went out on my little patio in a tank top and panties. I looked disoriented I am sure. One of the neighbor boys walked up to me and asked if I was okay. “I will be as soon as I get some cock,” I said. He had a big grin on his face as he told me he could help me out. No doubt I had a cum filled cunt still. I didn’t remember much from the night before, but I know I fucked. My pussy had the freshly fucked smell and feel. He was a young boy. He wouldn’t care if there was cream in my cunt or not. He was getting fucked. He was going to bust his nut in the neighborhood cougar. I could have had dried cum all over me and he still would have banged me. He mentioned that I felt extra wet. I chuckled, and said I must have peed a little while fucking. He shocked me when he said he wanted me to pee on him. I had no clue he was a freaky little fuck. I pissed on him. I had a full beer bladder. He pissed on me, I pissed on him. What’s the harm? Does a boy good to learn about the freaky games people play from a hot dirty mommy like me.
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