BDSM Phone Sex is What a Mommy Whore Does for Cocaine!!

BDSM Phone Sex is What a Mommy Whore Does for Cocaine

As a mommy, I’m no stranger to BDSM phone sex. My boys do not know half the things their mommy does so she can acquire cocaine to keep up with them. They love fucking me. But I think they like fucking me a lot more when I’m high. That’s when they can invite their friends over and run a train on me. They can get rough with me. And on cocaine, they can literally fuck me all night long. I become a horny energizer bunny, who can keep up with teenage boys on coke.

My usual drug dealer Marcus is the son of my mother‘s drug dealer in the 80s. And Marcus is a very hung black man who loves to fuck me in exchange for coke. However, he experienced a supply issue over the weekend. And he didn’t have anything to give me. So, he sent me to this guy he knows who makes hardcore female bondage films. Since this will be my sons last week of school until the new year, I desperately need a large amount of cocaine. So, I paid this guy a visit.

Nice looking man. He didn’t look sleazy like most of the snuff directors I work with. But I am a seasoned whore, and I know looks can be deceiving. I just focused on the money and getting back to my horny sons so they could fuck me properly. If they only knew what I would do to keep them sexually satisfied.

This Mommy Endures a Lot Just So Her Sons Can Fuck Her

This man appeared to be into hardcore bondage. And BDSM play too. He tied me up and hung me from the rafter. Then he started whipping my back. He came close to drawing blood. I fought back the tears because I felt everything. Unfortunately, without coke, I felt every sting.

I endured hours of pain. But it felt worth it. This man gave me a much bigger bag of cocaine than most guys do, and he treated me better than any of them too. He made sure not to draw blood. Sure, I have some nasty welts on my back and across my tits. But I earned enough cocaine to dull that pain. And I have enough cocaine to be a mommy phone sex whore for my two teenage boys and all their friends.

I got back home and told the boys not to worry about my back. I made up a plausible lie about why my back looked so red and swollen. When they saw me snorting lines of cocaine with my ass up in the air, they couldn’t resist. We started fucking. And I think until the first of the year I will be high and fucking teenage boys. And that will make this the best Christmas ever.