Family phone sex will always be my favorite. I did not have much of a family when I was growing up. I wanted one, though. I never knew my father. My mom had a series of abusive boyfriends. No siblings. When I ran away, I was determined to have a big family that loved me. I never envisioned that I would be the mother of a brood of horny boys and sexy whores. Nor did I think I would marry a P man. My late husband was very different from the drunk losers my mother dated. They were abusive and just wanted to force their dicks in a young tight hole. They did not love me or my mother. They likely dated my druggy whore mother to get to her young daughter. My mother never defended me. She never saved me. I saved myself. My husband saved me. He rescued me from the streets. He put me in porn, then married me so I would breed him little girls to play with. Before me, my husband called taboo phone sex lines and hired traffickers to bring him little rent a daughters. Once he married him, I birthed him three daughters. The boys were my bonus. Seeing my husband enjoy his daddy’s girls, made me want something similar with our sons. He is gone now, but I am keeping his P memory alive. I fuck our sons and our daughters. I am raising his grand angels and pimping all the girls out to P daddies just like he was before he met me. My girls miss their daddy, but I have surrogate men who pay the big bucks for the daddy daughter experience. My daughters are teen girls, but my grand girls are much younger. My husband trained me well to be a P mommy accomplice. I bet I have a young girl to fit your fancy.
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