Let Momma's voice stir your sissy cock, my little hopeless horny sissy. Remember when you were 12 and I kissed your whole body over while i rubbed your skin with mommy's wet panties, making you lick my juices from the satin? Remember how you came so hard you filled Mommy's mouth and I kissed you and fed your cum to you?
I can make it all come alive for you again.
You've been programed, brainwashed. How by the time you were in high school you rushed home to change into your negligee and maid's outfit to serve me. You'd tell me all your secret sissy wishes from the day, like how your cock stood up like a branch, in your school cotton panties all day thinking about sucking cock for your Mommy.
I remember your first slumber party and the boys delight when i opened the door in my tight, short 1960s paisley dress, my knee high boots, my necklace plunging into my warm boobs.
I introduced you late in the evening after arousing you all with my long legs and wet pussy, pantiless, fingering myself whenever the boys looked away, i kept myself hot and aroused in them something strong, for when you came out in your pumps, and knee highs and pink eyeshadow, your sissy whore dress, my favorite pink wig they used your holes, for hours, if I remember.
Want to walk down memory lane with Mommy?
Call me and tell me your secrets.
You can tell Mommy anything.
