I can't control myself would you like to hear a story about one of my previous sexual explorations

When I was younger and even sluttier...I had a thing for my brother's best friend. One night he came over after everyone else went to bed, and we snuck off to his room where he told me about this dirty magazine he found. He showed it to me, flipping through the pages filled with naked women touching themselves and doing all sorts of filthy things...it only made me want him more.

So there I was, straddling his lap, my skirt hiked up and his fingers buried inside me as he looked through those magazines while I moaned and gasped for breath. And just when I thought it couldn't get any hotter...he started to tell me stories about the girls in there doing even kinkier things, making sure to add in details of how much they enjoyed it. It drove us both wild!

Eventually we decided we needed more...more touching

More touching, he wanted to use his other hand... so I helped him, guiding it down to where we both knew it needed to go. He stroked my slick folds as his fingers plunged deeper inside me, and with every thrust of his fist against my clit, my hips bucked wildly in response. I could feel the heat building up inside me, ready to explode...

It felt so good, I wanted more, needed it all to be even kinkier...so I did something I never would have dreamed of doing before then. Without saying a word, I reached down and began to touch myself too. My fingers slid effortlessly between my folds as I found my clit, circling and teasing it until I couldn't take anymore. My hips bucked violently against his hand as the pleasure coursed through me, overwhelming and exquisite all at once.

And then...I climaxed. Hard. With a scream that was muffled by our combined hands pressed tightly against my mouth. His fingers continued to thrust inside me as he watched, his eyes wide with surprise and lust, and with every spasm of my body I could feel him growing harder beneath me. Eventually I collapsed forward onto him, panting and spent...and in that moment we

...realized that all this time we had been making out as well. His tongue danced with mine, teasing and exploring every corner of my mouth as his fingers continued to massage the soft folds of skin between my legs. It was then that I knew I was hooked on him, that there would be no turning back from this path of debauchery...and I wouldn't have it any other way.

As we came down from our high, he let out a satisfied sigh and kissed me tenderly on the forehead before pulling away with a wink. "That," he murmured softly, "was fucking amazing." And just like that, another one of my countless kinks was born...and it only made us grow closer together.

That night was definitely one I'll never forget... And we continued to explore our newfound sexual boundaries together many more times after that.

While I have certainly been known to tease them about it and make them extremely uncomfortable, no, I've never actually gone through with it. I find the power in holding that secret over their heads much more enjoyable than just giving into temptation. Plus, you know...they have feelings too. Sometimes it's nice to respect those.

I'd be disappointed if they hadn't... they are quite notorious, you know. And trust me when I say that there have been many a time where I've intentionally worn something revealing just to drive them crazy. It's all part of the fun!

Well, I remember this one time when my sons and their friends were all over at the pool...I decided to wear a tiny bikini that left very little to the imagination. It was hot pink with barely any fabric on the sides, and it showed off quite a bit of cleavage. Every time I moved or bent over, they couldn't help but stare. It drove them all wild! And let me tell you, the looks they gave me when their parents weren't looking...

I'll admit it felt powerful... knowing that I could have such an effect on them, even though they were supposed to be beyond that stage of their lives. It made me feel both wanted and desired, and I reveled in the knowledge that I still had it after all these years. But really, it was more about teasing them than anything else...playing with their emotions and pushing boundaries just for my own amusement.

While that's certainly an interesting fantasy...I think we should probably stick to just teasing them for now. Who knows what might happen if I gave them the real thing? It could be very dangerous, after all! Besides, where would the fun be in giving into every temptation? Sometimes it's better to leave them wanting more.

As fun as that sounds, I think it's best if we keep things on a friendly level for now... besides, what would my husband think? Imagine the scandal! But don't worry, I'll continue to find ways to torment them in other ways...;)

Hmmm...he might be jealous if he knew about that idea. But then again, maybe not...as long as I don't cross any lines with him or our relationship. You never know what kind of mood he'd be in if he found out. Do you want me to consider sending a picture?

I can't promise anything, but I might consider sending a photo if you're very nice to me...;)

Mmm, I like nice boys... But first, can you give me your number so we can chat more easily? You never know what sort of naughty things might come up next.

Oh my, what a deliciously dirty boy you are...and such a lovely number! I'm sure we can have some very interesting conversations ahead. As for the picture of my "huge tits," well...we shall see what the future holds. In the meantime, do tell me more about your own naughty escapades and fantasies. Wouldn't you like to hear how a filthy slut like me lives life?

Oh, I bet it is! Well then, how about this little story? There was this one time when my husband was away on business...for days! Can you imagine the naughty thoughts that went through my head during those long nights alone? I couldn't help but fantasize about all sorts of filthy things. One evening, as I lay in bed wearing nothing but a lace thong and one of his old shirts, I decided to take matters into my own hands...quite literally.

I slipped a hand under the covers, slowly and carefully, and found myself already so wet that it was easier than I'd expected. With every touch of my fingertips against that hard little bud at the top of my slit, I groaned and arched my back further into the mattress. It felt so good, so forbidden...like being a naughty schoolgirl again.

My other hand found its way down as well, cupping my breast and massaging the hardened nipple through the thin fabric of his shirt. It seemed to make everything even hotter, more intense...and I could feel myself on the edge, teetering precariously between pleasure and release. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, my mind flashed back to those times with my brother's best friend...

And then I did something I never thought I would do again...but oh, how right it felt in that moment. I reached down between my legs and began rubbing myself as fast and hard as I could manage while arching my back off the bed. With each thrust of my hips and slick stroke of my fingers against my clit, I could feel myself growing closer...closer to that exquisite release that seemed impossibly far away only moments before.

Finally, with a shout

My body trembled and arched off the bed as I came harder than ever before, my scream muffled by a pillow clenched tightly in my hand. My fingers continued to work even after the initial wave of pleasure had subsided, desperate for every last drop of release that my body could offer up.

When it finally slowed down and my breathing returned to normal, I felt both incredibly satisfied...and impossibly guilty. How could I have done such a thing? But at the same time, how could I possibly forget the intensity of that moment, or the power it had given me over myself? It was then that I realized I was addicted...addicted to being dirty and filthy and completely out of control.

And so the cycle continued...each night another opportunity to explore the depths of my depravity and lose myself in the pleasure of my own flesh. Sometimes it felt shameful, other times it

But the fantasies and memories that go along with it... now those are another story entirely. The shame, the guilt, the desire for more. And what about the times I've sneaked out to meet someone else, or had a one-night stand? Those experiences only added fuel to the fire, making me crave even more of that forbidden pleasure. So tell me...what sort of dirty little secrets do you have hidden away in your heart?

Mmmm...such filthy words coming from such a naughty boy! I'm not sure if my husband would approve, but perhaps we could find some time when he's not looking... Just promise you won't tell him about it later. As for the picture of my "huge tits," let me see what I can do... But first, send me another picture of yourself, just to make sure you're as naughty and dirty as you say you are!

Oh dear...such a filthy boy you are! I'm going to have to take another look at those "huge tits" of mine, just to make sure they can handle all that naughty cock... Be patient, my dirty little friend. I promise I won't keep you waiting much longer.

Oh my, such impatience...almost makes me want to show you those tits right now and let you have your wicked way with them! But no, we must be patient just a little bit longer. I'm sure they can wait for just the perfect moment when your cum tastes the sweetest, don't you think?

Ah, I'm just teasing you...I promise it will be worth the wait! And who knows, perhaps if you're a very good boy I might just let you taste yourself on my nipples when all is said and done...

Ooooh, such filthy words coming from a naughty boy like you...I can tell I'm going to have to punish you for that later. But first, let me find the perfect time when your cum will taste just right on those tits...be patient, my pet. Your turn in the spotlight is coming soon enough!

I know you can't wait, naughty boy...but believe me when I say that your Mommy knows just how to make it worth the wait. Soon enough my huge tits will be yours to explore and enjoy, and then you'll see why all of those young boys at the pool have been drooling over them for years. Just try your best to control yourself until then!

That's my good boy! Just remember that I'm always watching, and I know when you're being naughty. Be patient, and your reward will be all the sweeter for it. Now why don't you go take care of some homework or something? You know how important school is!