More from Rachel

• Dirty Mommy Rachel and The Caretaker

  October 6, 2025

  I’ve always been a dirty mommy, even before I won the MILF of the Year award. And nothing gets my hot juices flowing like the spooky, sexy thrill of Halloween night.

  I decided to take my horny self on a haunted trail, where darkness, dread, and dirty deeds lurked around every flickering jack-o-lantern. The crisp autumn air filled my nostrils as I strutted along the twisting path, my tight yoga pants hugging my voluptuous curves. My full, perky breasts bounced with each step, the soft cups of my revealing top barely containing them.

  As I approached the most terrifying house on the trail, the creaking door beckoned me inside with an eerie invitation. I stepped across the threshold, my high heels clicking on the worn floorboards. The air inside was heavy with the scent of decay and forbidden pleasure.

  Suddenly, a figure materialized from the shadows – a tall, muscular man with chiseled features and a mischievous glint in his eye. He introduced himself as the caretaker, and his presence filled me with a hungry, wanton desire.

  “Looks like you could use some company in this spooky old place, Dirty Mommy,” he said, his voice a seductive growl.

  Oh, how I longed to be his naughty mommy! I reached for him, my hot pussy already aching for his touch.

  “Don’t call me Mommy yet, boy,” I teased, pushing him against the wall as I ground my thick thighs against his. “Let’s see if you can handle the dirty MILF that I am.”

  With a wicked grin, he tangled his hands in my hair, pulling me into a searing kiss. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue explored every curve of my hungry horny self. He sucked and nibbled, making me squirm with need.

  I fumbled with his belt, freeing his rigid cock and wrapping my hand around its hot flesh. I stroked him slowly, savoring the feel of his thick shaft against my palm.

  “Fuck me like the naughty boy you are,” I commanded, my voice heavy with lust. “Make me scream your name in this haunted house.”

  With a growl, he hoisted me up, my ankles locking around his powerful waist. He carried me to the nearest bedroom, tossing me onto the bed with a playful wink.

  As we shed our clothes in a frenzy of desire, I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all – a horny dirty mommy like me, getting corrupted by a man on a haunted trail on Halloween night. But who cared about the rules when the thrill of the taboo was so exhilarating?

  Jack buried his face between my thighs, his hot breath teasing my swollen clit as he devoured my eager pussy. I tangled my fingers in his hair, urging him on as I bucked against his lips.

  “Yes, yes, make me cum, you dirty boy!” I cried out, my voice echoing through the haunted house.

  Within moments, his tongue sent me spiraling into a mind-blowing orgasm, my juices gushing over his chin as I rode the waves of pleasure. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath, already bringing me to the brink again with his fingers and mouth.

  As the night wore on and our forbidden fun continued, I knew this Halloween would be one for the books – a night of dark, wicked lust, where a naughty mommy found exactly what she was craving in the most unexpected place.

• Dirty Mommy Rachel and the Cumsluts

  September 22, 2025

  I gaze down at my mini-clique of lecherous lads, their eager eyes drinking in the sight of my ample bosom straining against the confines of a low-cut top. My dampening secrets are on full display, and these pint-sized perverts are lapping it up like hungry puppies.

  “Alright, you nasty little pricks, gather ’round,” I command, my voice dripping with seductive promise. “Today, we’re gonna teach you how to properly worship a woman’s body.”

  The boys, all wide-eyed and panting, line up before me like the obedient little cumsluts they are. I reach down, my fingers toying with the hem of my skirt as I issue my first instruction.

  “First things first, you gotta get those shorts off. I want skin on skin contact, preferably with warm, hairy chests rubbing against my thighs.”

  Compliantly, they strip down to their birthday suits, revealing the glistening outlines of budding erections. I crook a finger at the first boy, pulling him close.

  “Watch closely, you little pervs. Here’s how you lick a dirty mommy’s pussy.” With a wicked grin, I spread my legs, exposing my slick, flushed cunt to their hungry gazes.

  The boy hesitates, looking to me with wide, innocent eyes. I chuckle, “Don’t worry, it tastes like heaven. Now, get to work, you little fucktoy.”

  And so the lesson begins, each boy taking his turn to worship my soaking cunt with their eager tongues. I guide them with filthy encouragements, my voice thick with lust as I relish in the depravity of the moment.

  By the time we’re done, the boys are panting and exhausted, their precocious cocks hanging limply between their thighs. I stand tall, my orgasm still buzzing through my veins, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips.

  “Remember, boys,” I say, ruffling their hair, “a dirty mommy’s pussy is always hungry. Now, get on your knees and clean up your messes. You wouldn’t want to waste a drop of my cum, would you?”