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Natalie is my favorite. Edged to every pic

Let Mommy Natalie break you. It will feel so good.

She gets me every time

You can trust Mommy Natalie to take good care of her Good Boys.

Your wife hesitate & think lot in the beginning about u & societies But u know what MBull parvej can do to ur conservative wife? I corrupted ur wife mind using my beefy ¢ock & now she is my 🧡S!UT .Are u gonna support Or stop her? Anyway she still gonna cheat you cucky..🤣

Your life got weird when your mom started chaperoning your Football team’s bus rides. Every guy fought to sit next to her, and plenty snapped pics of her when she was bent over or not looking. It went to a whole new level when she took it upon herself to start chaperoning the showers “in case of injury from slipping.” If it looked like anyone was about to fall in the shower, it was her job to catch him. Your moms tight wet body was there to hold onto if they felt like slipping. You dont know how many times saw your mom and a teammate scrubbing each other only a foot away from you, but you knew to turn away when her hand started yo reach below their bellybutton.

Your mom didnt have too many friends, so she kind of adopted yours. You were sure they were going to hate your mom talking to them the whole time they’re over your house, but they were sympathetic.

mom: I feel like I’ve really made a connection with them baby, they are such good listeners. They get so focused and their eyes lock onto me. They dont even care if I look like a mess, just wearing whatever bra and boyshorts I threw on that day. When we go into my room and sit on my bed, its like the whole world stops for a while. 

Even after you and your friend had a falling out, your mom stayed in touch with him. 2 or 3 times a week, shed stay at his house for the night to ¨bond.¨ You didnt trust him anymore, so you make her take a pic and send it to you when shes about to go to sleep. From the pics she sent you, you´re not sure if they make you feel more or less worried.

Your mom was a well known fitness instructor/model, with thousands of internet fans. You cant go out anywhere without at least 3 guys coming up to her asking if they can take a picture of her famous abs. You always roll your eyes whenever she poses for someones camera, but she says she loves her fans, and letting them see her wearing clothes like this makes them happy. You should know. She makes you run her facebook page, and you have to sort through all the 1000s of dirty comments guys leave on her half naked pictures.

Your friend was really supportive of your moms new fitness regiment. They´d have one on one training sessions where hed supervise her workouts. Since she didnt belong to a gym, they used the attic. It didnt bother you, you were glad it was him instead of you stuck with your mom in that gross sweaty attic.

Once she started making some progress, she wanted to document it. So it wasn't uncommon for you to see your mom lift her shirt and have your friend snap a pic on his phone. Eventually by pure reflex, whenever your mom started to lift her top to show him her abs, or pull her shorts down a little to see her strong pelvic bone, hed start taking picture after picture. He even created a fitness page dedicated to your mom. It features all her pics, and videos of her exercising. He must be doing something right, because its only been up for two days and it has 12,000 likes. Now everyone can see your mom´s progress!

Growing up, your mom tried really hard to be the ¨cool mom.¨ She was successful for the most part, but only because she wore headbands as shirts and tiny shorts everywhere. It got to the point that your friends hung out with her more than you. one on one, of course. They´d be over for hours at a time and only say ¨hello¨ and ¨goodbye” to you. Eventually they started having sleepovers, your mom always wore the special pajamas she bought just for those occasions. Her favorite was one she called the ¨string shirt,¨ which was really a bra made out of tiny straps with little patches of lace just covering her nipples. It always made you uncomfortable, but dont worry, the string shirt never stayed on for long. It was usually hanging from the headboard that would be banging against your bedroom wall for most of the night. 

The local Harley Davidson club asked your mom to pose for their daily calendar. They offered her $300 and as many rides on the back of their bikes as she wanted (but only if she wore the outfits from her shoots.) She agreed immediately. You admit that the calendar came out great, even if it was just photo after photo of your moms almost nude body. She became such a hit in the Harley community that she hangs around their HQ to take pictures and ¨take care¨ of new members. 

Your mom has been self conscious about her freckles since she was little. She often shared her story with the many guys that tried to pick her up. They took notice, and came up with a game to let her know how beautiful she was. Its called ¨kiss the freckle.¨ The object of the game is to try to kiss every freckle on her body.

Finally, after years of being teased for having freckles on her neck, cleavage, ass, and even a patch on her pussy, she was going to have all these places (and everywhere else) worshiped by almost every guy in your town.

mom: Yes honey Im sure. This new mole on my back scares me and I want to make sure its nothing serious. This doctor I met online says If I send a pic of the mole along with some other skin to compare it to, he can give me a diagnosis. I need you to take the picture while I pull my shirt up. Oooh thats a good shot honey! I just need a few more. Let me get on my hands and knees with my ass in the air, the lighting is better if I do that...

mom: ¨I´m so glad your buddies invited me to join you on spring break! I haven't done this since I was your age, and I cant believe I still fit into my old two piece. When I first slipped it on I had a hard time getting around my boobs, but your friend john was nice enough to help me squeeze them in. Baby what do you expect, we only have 2 rooms and 8 people. If I´m sharing a room with three guys they´re gonna see me get changed. They aren´t bothering anyone, and they were nice enough to bring me. 

We´ve gotten really close the past few days, like family. If I´m in the shower and one of them needs to use it next, I don´t mind them waiting in the bathroom. It gives us some alone time to talk one on one, even if I have to pull back the curtain a bit so I can hear them. Hell, If we´re getting ready for bed, I´ll let them hop in with me so we can get ready faster. Baby stop shaking... its ok, we just help each other wash up. 

We even share beds! The guys take turns sleeping with me. Its so much fun, we have pillow talk, tickle fights, and I get to cuddle with a cute young guy every night while I fall asleep. I just wish they weren't so hormonal, I keep getting my ass poked by an accidental boners throughout the night, some of them even hold on to me and hump me in their sleep. I just play along, its good to let them get it out of their systems. My pjs consist of thongs and tank tops, of course they´re gonna get hard tangled up in bed with me. By the time I wake up, my pjs are lost in the sheets and I have your friends sweat all over me.

Honey whats that stain on your swim trunks? Maybe you should go in the water till it disappears... ooh look, Mikes coming this way. we´re gonna go back to the room baby, he wants me to model some new bikinis I bought yesterday.