Mum’s Night Out

While their hubbies are at home settling the kids...hot, cute, mutton, yummy and slummy mummies, schoolgaters, soccermoms and milfs search for a Daddy to put THEM to bed.

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Not the first time after a moms night that I’ve been woken up by the sound of my drunk wife tucking into a juicy burger in just her underwear…

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While their kids drop their bags in their dorms, bored boarding school moms look for opportunities to fill their gaps between exiats.

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R: “Oh my, you weren’t joking, he is gorgeous. This is going to be some workout, honey.”

L: “Well I did tell you not to wear your light grey yoga pants, Mom.”

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There’s always one slummy mummy who loses more than just her inhibitions during her rare drunken night out with the mums.

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Nothing’s suspiciously out of place when she returns to work after our “lunch date” - although her beaming grin raises few office eyebrows…😏

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“I’ll be seeing you again soon” she whispered, as I zipped up and made to leave.

Is that a question or a statement?

“Both…” she replied, throwing a guilty but grateful look my way.

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Mmm. With hips that have bred and breasts that have fed, cute retoned soccermoms - in cheap little white dresses - knock me dead

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“Do you flirt with all of your wife’s friends while she’s getting ready for a mom’s night?”

Oh no, only the ones I want her to bring back later…

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When she uses the $1000 luxury birthday handbag her husband’s just gifted her, to protect her knees during my cheap back-alley blowie…

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For my stroke of midnight, I’ll be popping my cork for all the drunk dressy moms worldwide who wish their dry flutes (and mouths) could be overfilled with frothy white fluid

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Happy New Year you filthy “mother fuckers”!

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New Year’s Eve = Milf Halloween. Any other night there’s no way she’d go out in public dressed this slutty.

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Wow. This naughty just-turned-forty is leafing me breathless. Her banging milf bod is just begging to be banged…

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New Year’s Eve = Milf Halloween. Any other night there’s no way she’d go to a party dressed this slutty.

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For my stroke of midnight, I’ll be popping my cork for all the drunk dressy moms worldwide who wish their dry flutes (and mouths) could be overfilled with frothy white fluid

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These festive photos of Emma are the HiXmas gifts that keep giving:

1. While the kids play with their pressies and daddy dozes in front of the TV, my sister in-law asks if I’d like to pull the spare Xmas cracker

2. The best Xmas crackers always cum with a loud bang

3. I’m expecting to find a finger-tight ring inside this Xmas cracker - no joke

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“Do you flirt with all your wife’s friends while she’s getting ready for a moms night?”

Oh gosh no. Only the ones I want her to bring back later.

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The issue being that they were possibly not making it home tonight so they could have a couple’s night. I mean, she liked couple nights with her (and originally his) girlfriend, but sometimes they did end up back home for a threesome. So much depended on what was said during the make out session in the car after the wine bar.

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Oh, if my wife can steal a drunken kiss and fumble in the car, they’ll be making it home @polymetalk. A third’s tongue and fingers can only ever go so far. My flirting is the approval she’s listening out for, her ear pressed to the bedroom door while she finishes “glossing her lips”…

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“Do you flirt with all your wife’s friends while she’s getting ready for a moms night?”

Oh gosh no. Only the ones I want her to bring back later.

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No better place to secretly snare a tipsy specsy soccermom, than that tight quiet corridor connecting the cloakroom to the club.

Asking if I could help unstick her tight zip, I suggested (with a cheeky glint) that tugging it down might help me get it up.

“Maybe…further?” I tested, noticing my action had made her both shudder and smoulder.

“Whoa, OK, that’s far enough stranger!” she giggled…grabbing my hand, but holding my gaze, as clarity cut thru her buzzy boozy head.

“Not here…” she whispered, returning the zip to below her pert milfy rack - before dragging me to the rear exit for another go, out back.