My callers are not the only ones who enjoy roleplay phone sex. My sons love a good roleplay. I think this pandemic is getting to them. They have been binge watching The Walking Dead. They are prepared for a zombie apocalypse. I indulged them a naughty plague fantasy. It went something like this. People suddenly got sick. We heard constant sirens. There seemed to be a lot of chaos and sirens. Power was gone, no stores were open. As supplies dwindled, people pillaged houses and killed each other for food and gas out of a fear. It was anarchy. My sons and I hid in our basement for weeks, living on canned food and fucking. We were not sick. But we ran out of food and had to venture outside, into the chaos to survive. My sons told me to stay home. They were the men of the house and would take care of me. They returned bitten. I knew if I let them back in the house, they would kill me. They were my boys. They found their way back to mommy, so how could I ignore them. I could see they had hard cocks. Even as members of the undead, they were horny for mommy’s pussy. I tried to be strong, but I could not leave them outside. They were not inside for long before I knew they were the undead. I thought if I restrained their arms and put a ball gag in their mouths, they could not bite me. I sucked their undead cocks, but they felt alive and throbbing in my mouth. Some flesh fell off their cocks, but I needed dick. They came hard in my mouth. I swallowed their cum, but that was a mistake. It was toxic and poisonous. It was like being bitten by a zombie. I felt myself transforming. Their zombie cum turned me into a walker, a member of the undead. My sons and I would be together forever. We would fuck forever. It was hotter than most of my fantasy phone sex calls. If they zombie apocalypse ever hits, we will be prepared. What is your plague roleplay?
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