More from Rachel

• Dirty Mommy – A Different Kind of Discipline

  December 8, 2025

  Hey there, sweethearts. It’s your girl Rachel, the dirty mommy, back with another sordid tale from my life of vice and pleasure. Today, I want to dish about the time I had to put my naughty little boy in his place – and by “in his place”, I mean bent over the couch with his ass in the air.

  This young guy, bless his punk rock heart, had been mouthin’ off and pushin’ boundaries all week. Whose smart idea was it to bring home this unhinged delinquent, anyway? Oh right, mine. I swear on my pierced nipples, every decision that led me to this point was a stroke of genius.

  Anyway, after witnessin’ one too many eye-rolls and bratty comments, my fuse got shorter than my miniskirt. I stormed into the livin’ room, grabbed my miscreant by the ear, and dragged him over to the sofa. “Time for a lesson, sweetie,” I said, as I flipped him around and gave his cute little butt a firm slap. “You’re gonna learn to respect me, and you’re gonna start by takin’ your punishment like a good boy.”

  Whap! Another slap, this one harder, as I knelt behind him, my stilettos clickin’ on the hardwood. “Now, spread those cheeks and show me that tight little ass,” I growled, my voice dripping with lust. The filthy display of obedience was all I needed to set me off. I yanked down my thong and sank into him, my wetness swallowing his resistance.

  “Mmm, fuck yes,” I moaned, as I rode him hard, my hands gripping his hips. “That’s it, take it, my dirty boy.” His whimpers and gasps only fueled my desire, and soon I was climbin’ that mountain of pleasure, ready to come undone like the dirty mommy I am.

  As I finished with a satisfied grunt, I leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Consider yourself lucky, you little shit. Most moms wouldn’t let you sit for a week after a discipline like this. But I know you need it, so you can learn to behave for your dirty mommy.” With a final squeeze, I pulled away, my pussy still throbbin’ with the afterglow. And that, my friends, is how you teach a punk a lesson.

• A Milf Has To Eat

  November 23, 2025

  Happy Thanksgiving, you dirty perverts!

  It’s your favorite milf, Rachel, here with a naughty tale to spice up your Turkey Day. As I strolled through the grocery store, bagging my fixins for the big feast, I couldn’t help but notice the hot young bag boy eyeing me up and down. I mean, who wouldn’t? With my big, bountiful breasts and long, luscious locks, I’m the epitome of a MILF fantasy.

  As I reached for the sweet potatoes, his gaze lingered on my tight jeans and the way they hugged my curvy ass. I felt a tingle between my thighs and decided to play with fire.

  “Excuse me, handsome,” I said, batting my brown eyes at him. “Would you mind helping an me carry all these heavy cans to my car?”

  He gulped, clearly enthralled by my offers. “Uh, sure thing, ma’am.” As we navigated through the crowded aisles, his hands brushed against my ass, making me shiver with delight.

  Once we reached the parking lot, I leaned in close, my breath hot against his ear. “I’ve got a feeling this Thanksgiving is going to be a real feast… for both of us.”

  Without wasting another second, I hiked up my skirt and climbed onto the hood of my car, spreading my legs invitingly. The poor boy just stood there, frozen in awe, as I reached down and unzipped my jeans.

  “:get ready,” I whispered, guiding his eager hands under my panties. His fingers found my dripping wet slit, and I let out a moan of pleasure.

  As we pleasured each other amidst the parked cars, I couldn’t help but think how perfect this naughty Milf-on-the-side-of-the-road scenario was. Who needs a boring old dinner with the family when you can have a steamy, illicit encounter with a horny young stud?

  So, this Thanksgiving, remember: a milf’s gotta eat… and she’s always hungry for more.