Juicy J - Sex Stories

Juicy J

... you want to talk about? Maybe tell me what you’re doing right now? Playing that cock of yours?” “Wow,” Effren whispered, before typing a reply. “No. Just talk about other stuff.” “Ok baby, well lead the way!” Jessica said, turning around, pulling the short, lacey, camisole up, revealing her thong covered butt. Effren tried not to stare, shaking his head, gathering his thoughts. “How old are you?” he typed, knowing the answer. “Would you believe I’m 36?” His mother said, after reading his chat. She now sat in the chair, sliding her hand into the thong. “You got a family?” Effren typed. “I do. But how about we not worry about that, let’s just have fun, ok?” his mother said. “Sorry. So why do you do this?” Effren typed. His mother sighed, “It’s for a little extra money. Plus it’s fun. Now then, let’s focus on other things,” She said, pulling her camisole over her head, revealing a matching bra. “Do you make a lot of money?” Effren asked. “Halfmex, I make very good money doing this. Now, can we please focus on what you want me to do with myself?” “I just want to talk though,” Effren replied. “Well I have other subscribers to tend to. So if you want to talk and not have fun then maybe you should leave.” “Sorry,” Effren typed. He had no idea what to do at this point. He felt defeated. “I’ll leave.” “Come back if you want to have some naughty fun with me!” Jessica said, trying to hide her annoyance at this subscriber. “You’re beautiful. I’ve always thought that. I wish you well, ...

... maybe I’ll return tomorrow,” Effren typed, speaking from the heart. His mother smiled and nodded on the camera and Effren logged out. He felt he had just wasted $20, but in the back of his mind, he had made progress. Progress to what exactly? He wasn’t sure. Perhaps he understood her better, maybe even trying to get her to stop doing this, since he could never tell anyone of this hobby of hers. The next night, another $20, he was sitting at his computer once more in a one-on-one chat with Juicy J. She remembered him, joking about the guy that only wanted to talk. Effren smiled, watching her in a black bikini. “She looks so hot,” he thought. “What else do you do?” Effren asked her in the chat program. After reading it, his mother responded, “I do some web work.” “Are you happy?” Jessica laughed, “You are an odd one Halfmex. I would say I’m fairly happy yes.” “Do you feel slutty doing this?” Effren asked. “I wouldn’t say slutty. I think of a slut as a woman who sleeps with many different people all the time. I don’t do that.” “Do you have a boyfriend? Does he know?” Effren typed. “I do not have a boyfriend,” Jessica sat down, realizing this guy wasn’t going to ask her to do anything. “Are you just saying that?” “I don’t have one,” Jessica smiled, thinking about Gary. “What else do you want to know?” “How many subscribers do you have that come on here and watch you?” “A few hundred active ones. There’s several hundred more that aren’t as active.” “What’s it like to know there are ...