I am a drugs phone sex mommy. I get high and fuck my boys. I always get high and start thinking everything is dirty. Last night, I was doing lines of coke off the coffee table like it was 1982. I was listening to Pearl Jam. I am a rock chick. The song “Alive” came on and I had not heard it in a while. I was listening to the lyrics and it sounded like a song about a mother-son incestuous relationship. True, I was high and a little drunk, but it made me horny. Well, the song made me hornier. I had two strapping lads asleep in their rooms. We had fucked for hours earlier, but now I was coked up and thinking of mommy son fun again thanks to Eddie Vedder. I blared Pearl Jam’s album Ten, took all my clothes off and went into my boys’ room. I told them I was horny again. I told them Pearl Jam was singing about incest and my mommy pussy started aching for their dicks. They had big shit eating grins on their faces. They wanted more. They wanted Mommy’s wet bald pussy. And that is what they got. I got down on all fours on the carpet and took my youngest in my ass while I sat down on my oldest son’s chubby dick. They fuck me better than their daddy or even my drug dealer. And they last longer too. Plus, they have zero problems getting hard again. No down time is ever needed. I had drained their balls not an hour before I woke them, and they were ready to go again. That is the power of mommy’s pussy. Thanks to Pearl Jam, my sons became mother fuckers for like five times last night. They will always be mother fuckers. I do not know if Alive is really about mommy son love, but last night Pearl Jam made me an insatiable mommy whore.
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