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My Story Time:

Oof, bestie, buckle up because this one’s spicy AF and low-key has me blushing just reminiscing about it. So there I was, chilling in my room, when Mom called me downstairs like, "Honey, come here for a sec!" I walked in and—sweet baby Jesus—there she was, straddling Dad on the couch, her sheer pantyhose clinging to her thick thighs while she worked his dick with her hand. Like, full main character energy, no cap.

Mom glanced at me, all smirk-y, and goes, "Why don’t you help me out, baby? You know how much Daddy loves these stockings." My pussy ached hearing that—IYKYK. So I kneeled beside them, running my fingers up Mom’s nylon-covered legs before wrapping my hand around Dad’s cock, so warm and hard. The way he groaned, "Fuck yes," had me shook.

Mom leaned in, whispering, "Make him cum for us," and period—I went to town, stroking him fast while she teased his balls through her pantyhose. The sound of nylon rubbing, his heavy breaths, Mom’s moans—sheesh, it was sensory overload. When he finally exploded, ropes of cum splashing on Mom’s thighs? Iconic. We all just collapsed, a sweaty, pantyhose-messy pile. No regrets. 💅✨