yoursluttymom: Your mom’s ass was somewhat of an urban legend in your neighborhood. Whil
yoursluttymom: Your mom’s ass was somewhat of an urban legend in your neighborhood. While you passed other kids playing basketball in their backyard, they’d snicker and say “Where’s your mom at, salsa boy? That huge brown ass of hers finally swallow her whole?!” It was no lie, your mom’s ass deserved a zip code of it’s own, and you absolutely hated that she seemed to flaunt it in front of boys your own age without a care in the world. She gave these mean boys ammo to insult you the way they have by wearing ultra tight shorts all the time and then blushing when boys even younger than you trip over themselves to watch her glorious cheeks jiggle in motion. “They’re just joking around, sweetheart. What would such good looking boys see in an old lady like me when there are such pretty young girls around” she’d say whenever she was outside with you and overheard herself just how your peers felt about her sexually: “Damn!” “Milf!” “Spicy mommy!” “How did such a hot mom have such an ugly kid” And these were high school aged kids who had the vocabulary of drunken sailors. Yet your mom still saw fit to mention that she thought they were good looking, much to your embarrassment and jealousy. It was as if their crude behavior was automatically excused by their boyish good looks. But still your mom pleaded with you to invite these very same vulgar boys over the house. “Throw a sleepover, hon. I promise to stay out of the way. You and your friends won’t even have to see my fat butt as I’ll be alone in my room.” You eventually caved in and invited the very same boys who had called you both racial and homophobic slurs over to spend the night playing video games, reading comics, and eating pizza. At least that was the plan at first. During the sleepover she had for weeks pressured you to throw, your mom would accidentally or perhaps purposely left her bedroom door slightly open while she did things like put on makeup all the way up to changing her clothes. The worst thing is that when you begged your mom to close it, she not only opened it further, but even began to interrupt your game session while wearing a one piece bathing suit. Bending over to pick up imaginary litter off of a floor she just vacuumed earlier made every male in the vicinity red with lust, including you, much to your regret. The room temperature raised even further when your mom started shaking her ass to the music from your game, saying aloud “Let this spicy mommy teach you white boys how to dance!”. This was most certainly not “keeping her fat butt in her room” like she had said, but as you struggle to keep your rage and embarrassment inside, you began to think about this you even got into this predicament in the first place. For the longest time, you had been telling your mom for the longest time that you had no friends and that throwing a sleepover would just involve you opening your home to boys who hate your guts. You had even opened your big dumb mouth to tell her how every boy in your class called you a son of a milf, not at all expecting that a shallow Latina mom who hated men her age might actually take such insults as compliments. Even at the expense of her own son’s self esteem. And so she pushed even further for you to make friends so you could become a “cool kid”. Yeah, in my dreams, you’d think to yourself. As the night went on, however, it became quite clear by your mom’s stubbornness towards you and severe flirtation towards your guests that this sleepover was not for you but for her. You had indeed done this for her, but she wasn’t the only beneficiary of your foolish mistake. The boys who pretended to be your friends just to get a chance to be around her huge ass now had their meal ticket in plain view. No longer was your mom’s ass like the neighborhood ice cream truck, arriving at the most random of times and inevitably disappearing before they could grab a bite. It was there for the taking. They at least had the decency to try and wait for you to go to sleep before they pounced on their prey. As you lay in bed, you’d pretend to be asleep, and could hear your “friend’s” whispering to themselves about what they planned to do to your mom, not really caring if you heard them or not. And then the sound of each of them leaving very quietly, one by one, to got to your mom’s bedroom began to hit your eardrums like a hurricane. Of course this Solid Snake sneak mission they put on was pointless really. Judging by the loud sound your mom’s ass makes clapping just from walking, odds are the audio pornography produced by that very same ass bouncing on your “friends’” white cocks will be keeping you up night. When you finally do get some sleep, at least you’ll still have your “cool kid” dreams to go along with the wet dreams that perhaps someday you yourself will be able to get a taste of your mom’s perfect ass just like every other boy in the neighborhood. -- source link