It should not be a secret that I enjoy snuff phone sex fantasies too. That is why I am cross listed on two different sites at this company. I enjoy the mommy fantasies, and I enjoy the darker fantasies as well. My sons, however, seem reluctant to be rough on me like I can handle.
I think it’s because sadly this younger generation is being raised to respect women and to respect your elders. And are being raised in the #METOO movement which sets a lot of useless boundaries on women. Men should be able to take what they want. Boys too. And I know this might not sound pro woman, but a lot of young girls and women just asked for it. By the way they dress and the situation is that put themselves into.
I’m a druggie whore. So, I expect to be treated like a slut. I just wish that my sons fucked me rougher. They had a little party over the weekend with some of their friends. I let them drink and do pot. Hey. don’t judge. I’m a good mommy. They can fuck me whenever they want.
This friend of theirs appears to be a couple years older and aggressive. He told my boys and their other friends that I looked like the perfect living dead girl to fuck. I think that’s like a Rob Zombie song or something. That boy got what I needed. He understood that sometimes even a sexy mommy needs fucked hard, even force fucked too.
If You Want to Fuck Dead Girl, I Pretend Very Well
So, this boy wanted me to be their submissive phone sex whore. And they wanted me to play dead. I thought finally my boys are going to fuck me like I want. But that didn’t happen. However, their friends did fuck me hard. And they fucked me even harder when I pretended to be dead. I made sure to look my best too, and while those boys fucked the living shit out of me, I played dead. Normally, I fuck back. But this one boy wanted to fuck the corpse. With enough weed and wine, I feel like a corpse.
I had fun. Maybe not as much fun as the boys had fucking an old whore who played dead. Eventually, my sons kind of got into it. They were all joking about fucking a dead woman. I don’t need a condom because a corpse cannot get pregnant. However, I’m not on any birth control. So, there is a good chance I might turn out pregnant from playing dead. But I would love to get pregnant in my 40s and have a baby girl.
I don’t care what your phone sex fetish is. I know we can have some fun together. Because I can play dead; I can let you impregnate me; I can be your mother, or I could just be that dirty whore abuse. There’s nothing wrong with a sexy roleplay in bed.
I’m your bald pussy bitch, and I live for your submissive phone sex. “You’ll be my filthy little bitch,” I moaned, sliding up and down on that juicy cock. My nipples were hard, my pussy dripping with need. I loved being your submissive slut, begging for your cock. I felt your hand on my head, pushing me down onto your cock. I took it in my mouth, sucking greedily, my tongue swirling around the head. “Shove that cock in my mouth,” I moaned, wanting more. I could taste the pre-cum leaking from your tip, and I craved your release. I felt you enter me, your cock stretching me wide. “Dump that load in my cunt,” I begged, my voice broken with pleasure. And you did, filling me with your cum. I could taste it, the bitter tang of your release on my tongue. “Good boy,” I praised, licking my lips. “You’re my little clit loser.”
