It is no secret that I enjoy hardcore phone sex. I am a druggy mommy whore. Romantic love making does not cut it with me, especially when I am high. I am almost always high. Mother’s little helper is the Devil’s Dust. It treats me well and turns me into a sex machine. One of my sons had a birthday this week and we threw him a party. We had all sorts of bonus boys in the house. I had a big bag of blow for the occasion. When I know I will have bonus boys to fuck, I make sure I am ready to keep up. I was drinking too, so that combined with coke meant I was ready for some hot ass sex with some horny young boys. My husband never minds. In fact, he likes to watch. I think he always wished his mother was more like me. I bet you wish I was your wife or you mother. Those bonus boys thought they had the upper hand. They thought they were taking advantage of me, but I knew what they were doing, and I just played the part. They played into me. I like to act more fucked up than I really am. A boob slip here. A boob slip there. Then I sort of act like I am passed out and the boys start taking advantage of me. My boys are on to my ways. They act like wingmen and encourage their friends to jack off or fuck their mommy. I love it. Those boys went all in when they thought I was so fucked up I would never wake up. They came on my face and tits, then when that boy sperm built back up, they fucked me. Sure, I am a mommy phone sex whore and a party mom, but very little ever happens that I do not want to happen.
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