Incest phone sex cures cabin fever. So does cocaine. My sons are home for a few months and the world has gone mad. I have no problem staying in as long as I have my mother’s little helper. My dealer, Marcus, made a house call Friday. He wanted me to work for my coke. He told me people are acting like there is a damn zombie apocalypse coming and he will not be traveling to the burbs again until people calm the fuck down. I panicked because he only ever gives me enough coke for a week. I explained to him, if I am going to survive being on lockdown, I will need way more than my usual amount. He asked me what I was willing to do for the extra stash. I know what Marcus likes. He likes what a lot of my phone sex callers like. He enjoys watching mothers and sons fuck. My boys never mind performing for him or anyone. My horny boys whipped out their little boy dicks and fucked my ass and my pussy while Marcus jacked his big black cock. My sons were acting like little porn stars ravaging my holes. They know Marcus is way bigger than they are, but they also know that no man will fuck a woman better than her own sons. They nutted inside me and Marcus got some sloppy seconds. He came a gallon of cum inside me. He was one happy drug dealer. When he left, I was one happy druggy whore. I have enough coke to weather these crazy times. After Marcus left, I did a line and let my horny boys fuck me again. They didn’t care that Marcus’s cum was inside me. They like sloppy seconds too. The truth is my boys just love that I am a nasty mommy whore.
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