My son paid me a visit last week for a live stream snuff sex session. Down on his cash, but I needed coke, so it worked out. My son loves me. Although I am his cash cow and cock sleeve, he takes care of me. Best plastic surgeons. And primo pure pink cocaine. A little goes a long way, unless you are the female Tony Montana like me.
As my son’s bimbo, I rake in the cash for him with my vacuum lips, bimbo tits and skinny body. It’s almost like he turned me into a cartoon character. Whatever I got to do to earn that coke money, I do. When my son arrived, I forgot to take my teeth out. Oops. So, my son punched me hard. He told me he wants me to get more plastic surgery. According to him, plastic surgery keeps me fresh. He breaks some bones, busts one of my saline bags in my fake tits and I get more plastic surgery.
Normally, my son avoids breaking my nose. But not this time. This time nothing appeared off limits for his torture sex. He told me my shit pipe could be my new sniffer. Then he punched me in the face, and I felt my nose break. Blood started pouring out my nose. So, I needed to shove tampons up my nostrils to prevent the blood from getting in the bowl of cocaine. But when I freaked out not knowing how to snort coke with a broken bloody nose, he put a tube in my prolapse and told me to suck up the coke through my prolapsed shit pipe.
And I needed the cocaine so badly to dull the pain that I used my ass as my new sniffer. My boy put a zip tie around my prolapsed ass, and I started pumping coke through the straw. I could feel the cocaine coursing through my veins. And it seemed like it entered my system quicker than through my nose. Once I felt the effects of the cocaine, my son started to slam my body into the floor, mashing my tits. However, because of my massive tits I never go flush with the floor. It’s almost like my boobs suspend me in air.
While my son pinned me to the ground, he pulled out the straw from my prolapse and tightened the zip tie on it. He wanted to prevent me from sucking it in because he wanted to fuck his cock sleeve. More punches to the face but I felt numb. I just giggled as he pumped my prolapsed asshole and punched my face. My boy destroyed my shitter and all I could do was giggle. That should tell you how big of a coke whore I am. My son turned my ass into an accordion and my body into a rag doll.
As he fucked me, he decided to make me fly. He stood up, with me still attached to his cock. I mean on the cocaine diet I can’t weigh more than 70 lbs. And most of that’s in my tits. I have the body of a young boy except for the tits. My boy spun me through the air. And when he pulled me off his cock, he threw me like a shotput in the Olympics. Chimes rolled in from the tips as I flew across the room. My old leathery body and my big tits bounced off the wall and crashed on the floor. And I landed like a heap of flesh.
But my boy picked me up again and tossed me across the room some more. When I landed with another thud, he walked over and pushed his cock in my toothless mouth. He started punching my cock pillows as he skull fucked me. And he slammed my head into the floor some more as he forced me to eat his sperm.
He called me a dirty whore and a slew of other names as he shoved his entire cock and balls down my throat. And he dragged me on my back by my hair with his cock and balls in my mouth to the bowl of coke. I told you he loved me. He broke his mommy whore but wanted me to snort more cocaine to dull the pain.
So, he put the tube back up my prolapsed asshole and poured some coke in. Then he sucked on my prolapse and blew that coke deep inside my asshole. For a few minutes, I laid there getting high dulling the pain quickly from snorting the coke with my shithole.
My son came back with a speculum which luckily, he shoved up my cunt. I thought he just wanted to show off the insides of my pink twat to his streaming audience. However, my son gaped my pussy with the medical device so my 4th hole, my urethra, could be exposed. When he shoved his dick in my tightest hole, I could feel it burn.
As he pumped in and out of my tightest hole I began to piss. He shoved my legs behind my ears like a Bavarian pretzel. Ouch. I began pissing uncontrollably on his cock. My son literally fucked the piss out of me. When he bent my legs back, he held on to my knees pushing them further behind my head.
And we both felt my legs pop out of the socket. In that moment my legs went crooked, but he still fucked my urethra. My son finally broke my body. As he continued to pump my urethra, he started back punching my face. Then he bragged to his audience that he broke his mommy.
I felt broken. He went Mike Tyson on my body but especially my face. That seemed like new abuse. So, my son broke my nose forcing me to snort cocaine out of my prolapsed ass. He treated me like a punching bag, his ass rape porn star, and his cum dumpster.
My boy finally gave me his cock snot but by that time, my eyes swelled shut from the repeated battering of my face. He broke many bones in my body that will require plastic surgery to fix. But that’s what my boy wanted all along. Beating mommy beautiful would force me to get plastic surgery. So, when I’m fresh again, he can break me some more.
Men love domination phone sex with my asshole. For whatever reason my ass is the star of any photo shoot or video. And any time I need to score drugs, I offer up my asshole. Not sure what makes soccer mom ass in such high demand, but it is. One director that I worked with over the weekend told me it’s because men like violating suburban housewives. They think we’re hoity toity and deserve to be knocked down a peg. But I didn’t grow up middle class. My mom came from money, but when she married a truck driver her parents cut her off.
I married better. But we’re not rich, just comfortable. And I may be a soccer mom, but I’m also dirty whore. A dirty coke whore. This director I worked with wanted to make an ass rape porn. But at least he told me his plans up front. No surprises. I knew my ass would experience a fist and lots of cocks, and sometimes both at the same time.
But this guy told me he planned on destroying my asshole. And at least, he gave me a big bag of cocaine. Most of the men just violate my ass and leave me with nothing more than a couple bumps. However, this director and my son might be the exceptions not the rule in the underground world of snuff.
The first thing he did was fist my ass. One fist then the other and eventually both fists at the same time. When he did that, he could hoist me in the air like a sock puppet. My asshole prolapses easily thanks to my son. He made it that way. But others keep it that way.
And John joked that I must be the devil’s spawn because I sport a tail. And him and the other men waiting their turn to brutalize my ass enjoyed a good chuckle over that. But I felt high as a kite flying around like Peter Pan.
When he pulled his fist out of my ass my tail came with it. So not only did I sport a gaped fucking asshole, but my tail showed even more. As I laid on the floor curled up in a ball, other men came and circled me like vultures. Big cocks out ready to destroy me even further. They pissed on me, kicked me, and even spit on me while they continued to call me names. These were not men I wanted to fight. No way would I win. Big strong burly men. With cocks that could destroy my ass in a single gangbang rape porn.
But I felt high as a kite and in a good mood despite the brutalization of my asshole. Those big burly men eventually shoved their big burly cocks up my ass. Sometimes they couldn’t wait for their turn. And they joked if I could handle 2 fists, I could handle three cocks.
Thank God my asshole seems resilient. It bounces back more than a rubber ball. Cum oozed out of my asshole for days. My tail stuck out too. But I got my coke at the sacrifice of my ass, once again. I may look like a soccer mom to many, but those old stuck up fellow soccer moms don’t realize the lengths I go to act like a normal soccer mom.
Ass rape porn stars are always in demand. For me, my ass is in demand with my son, my dealers and even random strangers. Once people know you don’t mind hardcore anal sex it feels like a challenge to them. It seems like they want to destroy your ass to see if you still don’t mind giving up your booty. Sometimes, I swear every anal experience seems like the worst one yet. I would stop ass sex altogether, but if I did, I’d never get any cocaine. And we all know that’s not happening anytime soon.
Over the weekend, I partied with this other coke whore I know from the circuit. I consider her a lot lizard type of woman. She lives in a trailer park, and I live in the suburbs. She likes to fuck random men, but I only fuck random men to get coke. I’m married and she’s divorced four times. Honestly, the only things we have in common are ass sex and cocaine.
But she told me if I came to her trailer on Saturday, she would share her cocaine with me. That bitch set me up. Not only did I not get any cocaine, but she made me the star of a gangbang rape porn to take the pressure off her. She did not want to let these guys ravage her asshole for cocaine. So instead, she leveraged my asshole. And the bitch took all the coke. Didn’t even share a pinch with me. And I did all the hard labor.
These men brutalized my asshole. Almost as much as my son brutalizes my asshole. They laughed at the fact that they prolapsed my butt hole. And I snickered in my head. They thought they ruined my asshole. But years on the circuit combined with my son’s live streams accomplished that. They passed me around like a fucking party favor.
They spit in my ass using that as the only lubrication before they bounced me on their big thick dicks like a fucking rag doll. The more the men partied, the more violent they got with me. Sometimes shoving 2 cocks in a hole at once making me a six whole whore they joked.
But I did not get angry with them. Men get weak around a dirty MILF willing to do anything for cocaine. Hell, they get weak at any woman not even a dirty whore. But this supposed friend of mine sold me out. Didn’t even give me one little bump for the hours’ worth of work I did for her.
She kept her asshole intact. But I left the party with my asshole protruding through my panties and leaking cum. And fucking sober too. I’ll get my revenge eventually. Now I know never trust another bitch who likes to party like you do. They’ll sell your ass out for a bag of coke. I guess I should just feel grateful that this didn’t turn into a snuff porn.
Bondage phone sex sessions leave me tied up and vulnerable. Although I realize it seems like a big gamble to agree to a bondage photo shoot or movie with any of these unsavory people I work with, I just think about the coke or the money to buy coke. And common sense goes out the door. Believe it or not I do possess some common sense when sober.
But I’m rarely sober. And any person fucked up makes poor judgment calls. I’ve worked with Jeremy before. Although he treats his models roughly, he pays them well too. He’s a legitimate porn producer. However, what he makes is strictly for the dark web and private collectors. So, it can still be a gamble.
We agreed to $1000 for two hours of work. That’s like what high end escorts make. And I didn’t even need to fuck anybody. So, he tied up tightly. Lots of rope. He tied me to a St. Johns board so I could not escape. And I could feel the rope cutting into my flesh. At first, he just took photos of me in pain and trying to escape my restraints. Then he called in an accomplice, and this turned into a torture sex session.
His accomplice showed up in one of those all-leather black executioner outfits with the mask and everything. And he brought a variety of whips with him. He started whipping me, and I could feel my flesh stinging and welts appearing almost instantly. Because of his strength, he managed to whip me so hard in a few areas he drew blood. So, I did my best to imagine myself on a beach, doing lines of cocaine and drinking piña coladas.
What lasted two hours felt like an eternity. Not a single ounce of my flesh looked like its normal color. In fact, my entire body looked like I suffered third degree sunburn. Blisters started to form quickly. My skin looked bright red like a lobster’s body. And I could barely walk.
That director kicked it up a notch this time. And he gave me no warning. But he did pay me. And I immediately went to collect my coke. This taboo phone sex whore lives to snort coke another day. But I know I’m running out of my nine lives quickly.
My son gives me coke to explore his violent phone sex fantasies on camera. He live streams our “Beat Mommy Beautiful” sessions. The best son ever. But I’m his cash cow. Our live violent sessions bring him a lot of money. And I do with him what I do for snuff directors. I traded my fuck holes and my dignity for some cocaine.
No drug dealer sells better coke than my son. He let me snort some lines off his dick. We call it my skinny powder. It truly is the best weight loss drug. And I knew when I saw all the camera equipment set up, we were doing a live session. My son refers to me as his violent muse. I bring out the best in him. Perhaps the worst in him too.
One of these days, I know our live stream will turn into a snuff porn. He might go too far one time and really crack my skull. After some coke, he shoved his cock and his balls in my mouth at the same time. Didn’t ease it in. Just shoved it in without warning and started to choke me as he skull fucked me. He took off his belt and put it around my neck. But first, he spit in my face and he tightened that belt which made my eyes bug out as I worshiped his cock and balls.
He spat on my face and punched me a few times as the chimes rolled in. Anytime I hear a chime from his computer, I know one of his viewers tipped us. My son pays attention to what gets the most tips and that’s usually breaking most of the bones in my body. My boy loves me. He would never hurt my sniffer. As I began convulsing on his cock, he released the belt so I could breathe.
He pushed me on the floor. I laid on the floor naked in only my high heels, and he started kicking me while I was down. Kicks to my ribs. He even kicked me in the pussy a few times. I’m essentially a bag of bones. So, it’s easy to destroy me. But with the best coke, I always heal.
While I laid there in pain on the floor, my son shoved the bowl of cocaine in my face so that I would snort. Cocaine appears to be the best pain med. My son came towards me with a dental spreader, which he put in my mouth. He wanted to see if he could turn my mouth into one big fuck hole. And of course he did. He pushed his cock into my gaped mouth and fucked me some more. He pissed down my throat and, on my face, too. And the chimes poured in.
He dragged me by the hair across the room. I felt like a human mop. But I’m so many things. A human cum receptacle, a fleshlight, a cock puppet, a punching bag and a mommy whore. He tied my arms behind my back and hoisted me in the air by my tits. Yes, you read that correctly. He’s suspended me in air by my tits. It felt like my nipples might rip off my body. I could see them already turning dark purple
Because of my history with my son, I assumed he would just go Mike Tyson on me for a little bit. Treat my body like a boxing bag. But instead, he turned me into a human piñata. He took a baseball bat and started cracking it on my face, tits, ribs, and back. He avoided my nose, but he covered every inch of me with that baseball bat. And the chimes became deafening.
While my son used me as his punching bag, he made me push out my prolapsed asshole. And he hit that hard too with the baseball bat. My son appeared in a mood. A torture sex mood. While my ass dangled on the outside of my body, my son took a ziptie to it. That’s how he turns it into his fleshlight. I could feel my prolapse swelling up as he hit it a few times with the baseball bat. It felt like he channeled that carnival game whack a mole.
While still suspended in air by my nipples and a ziptie around my prolapsed asshole, my son decided to fuck my ass. He loves the little fleshlight that my prolapsed asshole becomes from the ziptie. While he fucked me, it turned into his cock sleeve. He punched my back and my sides. Luckily, I could still snort some cocaine to dull the pain. My son eventually cut me down from where I dangled. I fell to the floor with a thud. And just when I thought it all might be over, he decided to bend me like a pretzel so he could fuck my fourth hole. According to him, it’s my only tight hole that remains.
He used a speculum to spread me like the Grand Canyon. And that exposed my pee hole. So, he shoved his cock in my bladder balls deep. He calls this mommy son bonding time. He pushed my little bird’s legs behind my head, exposing that fourth hole he loves so much. And he just kept fucking it. Pissing in it and filling it with cum too. Ouch.
My son put his cock balls deep in my urethra while he pinned me to the floor like a pretzel. Every awkward position you can imagine my son put me in. Eventually, he pulled out of my pee hole and tried to suffocate me on his cock again. I guess I didn’t suck his cock with enough enthusiasm. So, he tossed me across the room repeatedly while tied up. And joked that he broke his mommy.
Eventually, he filled my shit hole up with his cock snot. My prolapsed asshole swelled up like a balloon. As he pounded my rosebud, he drilled my skinny body into the floor. And he saw a chance to ram my head onto the floor some more. No doubt he scrambled some of my brains. Since some cock snot still dripped from his cock, he shoved his dick down my throat, making me taste my own ass on his cock.
At least I have time to heal with some good cocaine until he needs another live session. I’ll be nursing my sore holes with some of the best blow around until then. Sometimes a mother’s job includes being her son’s punching bag and cash cow.
My husband and my offspring seem clueless about the snuff porn I’ve made. Of course, they don’t navigate the dark net. And they don’t travel in the seedy underworld of snuff like I do. I discovered years ago that the darker more violent shit paid more. I can make less porn but make more money. However, my body does take a beating. And I’m running out of excuses to explain away my bruises and broken bones.
My husband thinks I’m accident prone. So much so that he calls me crash as a nickname. However, my boys don’t know what to think of it. They know their mommy needs her medicine and fucks for it. I think they might realize I do a lot more than just fuck for my coke money. I make brutal ass rape porn videos. Anal sex doesn’t faze me. Although my husband doesn’t like to fuck me in the ass, our sons do and so do some of their friends do too.
Hardcore anal sex videos make a lot more money than the vanilla shit. Most men don’t struggle to find pussy. They struggle to find ass. And that’s why I make anal videos. Over the weekend my ass took a brutal beating too. This director known for violent anal porn wanted me for a video. I looked at my coke supply, which seemed low, and said anything for him.
That turned out to be a mistake. I gave him carte blanche to abuse my ass. Some of the biggest men I’ve ever seen both in height and cock size surrounded me. All black. He looked like he hired a basketball team to fuck me in the ass. Anal gang bangs make the director a lot of money. But according to him, most women can’t handle even one cock in their ass let alone a small basketball team with forearms for cocks.
I snorted a few lines, and then I spread my ass cheeks like I was begging for an anal gangbang rape porn. Those cocks slammed in and out of my ass one at a time. Towards the end of the video, the director wanted them to kick it up a notch. So that meant my ass got two big black cocks at once. Now that I really felt. Ouch. I could feel my ass coming out when they pulled their dicks out. At least they didn’t punch me. However, they did slap me and choke me a few times while they came in my ass.
After everybody came in my ass, the director told me my part of the movie had not finished yet. He instructed me to squat down and shit out all that cum. He didn’t yell cut until I licked off every bit of cum from the concrete floor. But I never mind cleaning up my mess. I just act like I do for the directors. Afterwards, I collected my money, bought some coke and went home to take care of my boys. With mommy’s medicine, I can be an anal gangbang star one moment and drive boys to soccer games with jizz running down my thighs.
This ass rape porn star it experienced a busy night. Of course I needed coke. My sons decided to throw a party and invite eight friends over. So, I needed to score enough coke to keep up with 10 boys. My sons love watching me with their friends. They claim that I am the reason they’re popular at school. Every teenage boy wants to hang out at their house.
I love that I can help my boys like that. But I needed some coke and I needed it immediately. When I need a quick fix like that, I end up doing desperate, stupid things. Like calling up this one director who loves to sodomize me in creative ways. And last night did not seem any different. Honestly, he scares me. I don’t fear that he will kill me. That’s not the problem. However, his creativity makes his anal porn seem like nothing but anal torture sex.
We started off with a baseball bat in my ass. Not the handle part first. He went in with the thick top of the bat first. He managed to get almost all of it inside of me too. My asshole swallowed a baseball bat. He turned that baseball bat into a butt plug. And I could feel it stretching my colon from the inside. No doubt it did some damage to my intestines. I might not shit right ever yet.
I feared what would come next. But luckily the baseball bat was the biggest thing he fucked me with. He wanted to stretch and gape my ass so he could get other things in there like his forearm and a wine bottle. At one point he even gave my ass a beer douche. He shook up a bottle of Miller light, pulled off the cap and shoved it in my ass. I could feel the fizzing cleaning out my ass and my lower intestines. He joked that my beer douche turned bloody because he shredded my ass. Luckily this guy lets me get high before he experiments on my asshole.
I endured a couple hours of pain just to score enough coke to keep up with 10 teenage boys. But they would need to fuck my pussy because after that session, my asshole looked bigger than the Grand Canyon. And that would mean my pussy would feel way tighter than my asshole. Honestly, I didn’t care what hole they fucked. I wouldn’t feel anything on the coke I earned the hard way.
I may be a bit older for babysitter phone sex calls, but I can still babysit brats. Although I am a mother and I think I’m a good mother too, it’s easy for me to find babysitting jobs. Now I don’t do them for the money. The kind of money I need, I will never make babysitting.
But I will babysit if a man needs access to a little one in exchange for a big payout. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Sometimes I struggle finding guys to fuck me in exchange for some party favors. Not as young or tight as I once was. So, I need to be creative.
I met Earl in a dive bar. He appeared three sheets to the wind. As we did lines of cocaine off a dirty barstool, he started talking about how much he would pay to fuck a young girl. And I guess I felt just high enough to get on some babysitting apps and find him some talent. At first, I thought this served as foreplay. Fantasy talk. Look at little girls and fantasize about him fucking her while I partied with his coke.
But then he told me how much he would pay for a teen rape porn. I didn’t expect to find Daddy Warbucks in a dive bar, but he pulled out several $1000 bills. At first, I thought it might be counterfeit because the US stopped making those ages ago. And they appeared in good shape too. I could likely sell one of the bills $4000 to a collector. So, I could quadruple that money easily.
High as fuck, but my mind was rolling. We picked out a girl together. And the next night I baby sat that sweet tender age cutie. I’m a boy Mom. I don’t have any daughters. So, I never feel bad helping a man fuck a girl. I need my cocaine money more than she needs her virginity. My stepson created a very good fake ID for me years ago. So that’s what I use on these babysitting sites. And I changed my look. Redheads standout. But mousey brunettes blend in.
I invited him in after the girl went to sleep and the drugs kicked in. That way he could fuck her without her screaming, fighting or remembering what happened to her. He paid me $5000 which I know I could convert into much more money.
He didn’t last long in that pussy. But I guess I didn’t expect that he would. When men finally get to fuck the slut of their wet dreams they rarely last. Men build up these rape phone sex fantasies in their heads and think they will last for hours. But they’re lucky if they last minutes.
This house seemed super-religious. It shocked me her bald pussy didn’t have a chastity belt on it. I cleaned her up. She slept through it all. She’ll be so sore. But she won’t realize we took her virginity.
And her parents won’t realize it either unless they take her for a purity test. Can you believe in some religious sects parents take their daughters to doctors who shove a finger inside of them to make sure they’re still a virgin. And they call me the pervert.
I didn’t feel bad for what I did. I saw an opportunity to make even more money. Plus, I hate organized religion. It sucks the joy out of everything. So, I did not feel bad taking the virginity of some girl would probably does not even want her virginity. No doubt she fears her parents more than anything else. This guy enjoyed popping a very young teenage cherry. And I’m going to enjoy converting his cash into even more drug.
While fireworks shot off around me, I stayed busy taking care of his rape phone sex fantasies. Luckily another hot milf joined me. And that almost never happens. But it does take the pressure off me when a sexy milf joins the fun. Fun might be an overstatement. But sometimes bitches need to do what bitches need to do. And I needed to make this violent film for coke money. With the holiday, I needed far more coke than my regular dealer will trade me.
So, I answered an ad that I saw on the dark net. Apparently, this movie, the director scripted for two MILFs. He wanted two hot moms who the male stars could tear apart. And the director made it clear this would be a violent ass rape porn. Neither my hot costar nor me seemed like strangers to hardcore anal sex.
We took a few shots in our Fourth of July inspired costumes before the director yelled start. Four big burly men came out wearing executioner masks and I almost shit my thong. Those men could bench press us. And they showed us no mercy. I felt every punch, choke and slap because the director would not let me get high before filming started.
At least my son lets me get high before he abuses me. Most men do. It helps dull the pain. When they whipped out their dicks, we both gasped. Huge cocks and white cocks too. Those men didn’t speak much English. I think Ukrainian or Russian by their accents. Eastern European men can be extremely violent. I think they hate American women.
These four men seemed to hate us. They tore our assholes apart. I could feel blood trickling down my thighs as they pushed their meaty cocks at the same time in our assholes. We took two cocks simultaneously in our back doors. Even for seasoned anal whores that shit hurt. Although it only lasted a few minutes, it felt like days. They took a picture of our assholes once they finished violating them, and they both appeared prolapsed and bleeding.
And I thought that was the end of it. I thought I could go home, take a salt bath, and snort some cocaine that I bought with the money I earned the hard way. But the director wanted to watch us suck the cum out of each other’s prolapsed assholes. And that might be a first. I don’t think I’ve ever sucked another woman’s prolapsed ass while it bled and oozed cum. But I guess there’s a first time for everything. If we wanted to collect our money, we needed to comply.
So, we did it. We licked all the jizz out of each other ‘s battered prolapsed assholes. Then we collected our money and sped the fuck out of there. My asshole still hurts. But at least the director paid me enough money to buy me enough cocaine to dull the pain from the anal torture sex. At least dull it until I need a fix again.
As a submissive mommy, I enjoy roleplay phone sex scenarios. In fact, I would rather roleplay than be in some seedy warehouse making a snuff flick or being somebody’s punching bag just to score coke. At least on a phone call, no one beats the shit out of me.
My last encounter with my son left me battered and bruised. And luckily, I still have plenty of his pure pink cocaine. But I do need to lay low for a while until all these broken bones heal and I look less black and blue.
So, I told myself I would stay home. When I stay home, I talk to men on my phone sex line more. This job helps support my cocaine habit. My husband lets me keep my money and use it for anything I need. I think he knows that I still do coke, but I think he believes I only fund it with money I earn doing snuff phone sex. What my husband doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And I know you’re not going to say anything.
On my phone line, I can be anyone. The mother who cock teased you. Maybe the boss who passed you up for a promotion. And I can even be your accomplice too. I think that might be my favorite because the focus is not on abusing my body. Last night I talked to a dirty daddy for hours. We partied and played. My favorite type of call lets me get high.
I even gave this dirty daddy a few pointers for fucking his daughters behind his wife’s back. Many men want to fuck their daughters or some other young girl. And I get the allure. Their pussies feel tight. Naturally bald too. And they want to be daddy pleasers. Women my age come with baggage. And demands. But with young girls it’s just yes daddy, please daddy all day long.
And I enjoy at least giving men a taste for what it might be like to truly fuck a young girl. I think I left my caller hornier than when he called me because of all the suggestions I gave him. Like sniffing her panties. Watching her in the bathroom. Letting her see you masturbate. Giving her presents and telling her a secret. Girls at age love to keep secrets, especially from mommies. If you have rape phone sex fantasies for your daughter or any young girl, you need a mommy accomplice. I’m the kind of mommy who holds a girl down with daddy fucks her and I’m the kind of mommy who lets you fuck our daughter too.
