This is the only real job I have, and although I make good money, it is not enough to support my drug habit. I am fond of that devil’s dust. When my son was younger, I was a bad bad mommy. I needed my medicine. My husband had cut off my allowance, and I had not yet discovered the joys of phone sex. A man I knew, with a penchant for young boys, made me a very sweet deal. He offered me a huge amount of money to violate my baby boy’s ass. I’d been fucked in the ass, it was nothing. I just told my son he was going to spend the night with Uncle Joe and that he had to be a very good boy and play whatever games Uncle Joe wanted to play!
Yes, I pimped out my son’s virgin ass for drugs. Wouldn’t be the last time either. I mean he owed me. I took care of him, provided for him, let him eat my pussy, even played with his little pee pee. He didn’t seem to mind. He liked pleasing his mommy, and he enjoyed his mommy high because mommy didn’t care who she fucked. I was so much more fun for him and his little schoolmates when I was high. My baby boy grew up and turned the tables on me. He now pimps me out. But not for drugs or even money, for humiliation.
He likes to see his classy soccer mom turning tricks on the corner. I am a dirty druggie mommy he will tell me. He controls my purse strings, so if I want my medicine, I have to do whatever he wants. Sometimes he will give me a little bump, sometimes a gram or two, sometimes nothing at all. Since I never know what if anything I might get, I of course put on a slutty outfit and take my ass to the curb to troll for johns. I have noticed that the more money I bring him, the more likely I am to get some party favors. So, I whore myself out. Let strangers do whatever the fuck they want to me, no matter how perverse, for the off chance my son may let me party.
I’m a phone whore and a real life whore. I will do anything a man wants. Get me high, and I will let you do whatever you want to me too.