The hardcore ass fucking I took today, stuffed me better than the turkey that is in the oven right now. My sons woke up horny as fuck. But so did I. Technically, I never went to bed. And my ass got fucked before my sons woke up. I had to get some coke to deal with my husband’s evil sisters who make me feel like Cinderella before she met the prince.
And Marcus wanted to give me coke. Lots of it too. But in return, him and his nephew took turns fucking my ass. Neither of them wants to knock up a suburban housewife. And I would struggle to explain to my husband why our new son or daughter looked black. So, I do not mind the rough anal sex. Since I am a drugs phone sex mommy, the coke helps me survive anal gaping.
With Enough Coke You Can Stuff Your Bones in My Ass
When I got home, I baked pies. Everyone seemed to be in bed, so I snorted some lines off the kitchen counter while I baked pies and some casseroles. The bird appears to be the last thing we need to make. But my husband will take care of that. We have a Thanksgiving morning tradition of fresh baked cinnamon rolls. My boys love them. When I took the rolls into their rooms to entice them awake, they told me to get on all fours like a good mommy whore.
I had to be quiet though while they railed my asshole hard. My husband approves of my incest loving phone sex ways, but my sisters-in-law know nothing about that. If they did, I might end up in an orange jumpsuit. I ate a cinnamon roll while the boys took turns on my ass. But they did not last long. And I do not think they realized someone else stuffed me before they did.
Sleep is for the weak. I will be just fine since I have my coke and my ass full of cum.