My son needed his snuff porn star again last night. It was a double header of sorts for us. I am his old coke whore mommy, and he knows I never say no to him. He keeps me addicted to his primo coke. When he calls, I am there. I was still sore from the night before. The black, blue and purple marks were in their glory on my body too. I am my son’s cash cow. He streams our fun for money. He has many viewers who enjoy a brutal mommy sex show. That is what they got last night too. I did not feel any pain last night because I had my face in a bowl of coke most of the time, but boy do I feel it today. My ass hurts more than an ass rape porn star’s ass after a brutal anal gangbang. My son’s viewers love brutal ass play. They enjoy my humiliation too. My son would put my face in a bowl of coke, then in the toilet bowl. I was inhaling piss water and coke most of the night. That was nothing, however, compared to what he did to my ass. It began as anal fisting. I could hear the chimes of the money viewers were paying to see me sodomized in the most brutal way. I did a lot of coke to not feel this pain. My boy shoved his fist up my asshole and pulled out my anus. He zip tied my prolapsed asshole. That is not even the worst of what my boy did to me. He is all about making money, so he gave his viewers one hell of an anal torture sex show. He shoved his cock in my prolapsed ass and joked about how the folds of my prolapse covered his cock. Now the chimes of money were dinging left and right. The zip tie is off my ass now, but it is still prolapsed and sore. I have new bruises and a destroyed asshole, but I have coke thanks to my son and his viewers.
Taboo phone sex mommies never turns down boy cock. Normally, boy cock does not get me in trouble. But this time I fucked the wrong boy. His dad found out and is now blackmailing me. I fucked up. The dad is like some local mobster. He has hidden cams all over his house and has me on film fucking his teenage boy. He threatened to expose me as a P mommy. That would bring my fragile life crashing down. So, for now, this daddy owns me. Now, I have two blackmailers in my life. How do I keep getting myself in such trouble? Oh, that’s right, because I am a coke whore. On Tuesday, I was summoned by daddy to do something for him. He needed a package delivered. I thought to myself that being a courier was not a bad punishment. I changed my mind when I saw the package. It was a young girl. A very young girl. Daddy was a sex trafficker among other things. What the fuck. I was an unwilling accomplice for teen rape porn. Hell, I was not sure this girl was even a teen. She was young. I took the scared thing who was bound and gagged to the address I was given. I walked into a place crammed full of young girls who were strung out like my package. There was a filming room where I guess they made brat porn. I watched men sodomize and gang bang a few rugrats before a man relieved me of my package. I turned to leave, but I was told to stay. I was going to be in one of the films. I did not want to be in any blue movie with a girl that young. I was reminded of a little movie I made with a boy just as young. Fuck my life. Now, I am on film with a young boy and a barely conscious girl. I was forced to eat her little bald slit and finger fuck her holes for about an hour. I was an unwilling accomplice phone sex partner. I guess it is just more insurance that I am not going anywhere anytime soon.
Snuff porn auditions are brutal. I have starred in enough snuff flicks to know that any audition is a gamble. I showed up at one a few days ago. I knew it was sketchy as fuck. The location alone screamed RUN. But I was out of coke. Marcus, my regular drug dealer, was in jail on a DUI for a few days. And a few days without coke is like an eternity without it when my mother-in-law is in town. I am sure you can relate. Do you think about doing bad things to your MIL? I know I do. The coke is the only thing that stands between me and prison for the rest of my life. I do what I must to stay at home with my sons. I had never been to the location of this casting call, but it was the worst part of town. There is a murder a day down there, or at least some death by overdose. I focused on the money, like I usually do. I let the director take some pictures of me. I guess the film was for a private collector. I soon found out this was not one of the typical snuff movies I have filmed in the past. My pictures, along with a few other desperate starlets were being auctioned off. For what I was not sure. The youngest girl was up first. She had the highest bidder. Me, and three other women watched, waiting our fate. A man came out in an executioner’s outfit, and I felt a pit in the bottom of my stomach. My gut told me to run, my addiction told me to stay. We watched in horror as this young girl was fucked and mutilated. This was not simulated snuff sex. There were body parts, entrails and lots of blood. Too much blood to be fake. Too much screaming to be fake too. I looked at the other girls and yelled RUN. We scattered like frightened mice, but only I got out. I heard the blood curdling screams but I could not save them. I did save myself though, but just barely. I think I have way more than 9 lives.
I am a taboo phone sex mommy. Because of that, I get a lot of attention from young boys, sometimes unwanted attention. I wanted some weed. My oldest boy goes to high school with the brother of a big time dealer in town. He is not a coke or heroin dealer. Just weed. I had coke this time, but I needed weed to come down from a bender. It is legal for medicinal use in my state, but not recreational yet. I cannot get a medical card, because despite all the shit my body has endured, there is nothing wrong with me. I do not smoke weed as much as I snort coke, but my normal dealer was out of the funk. He only had crappy weed which would not help me sleep. My son put me in contact with Max who put me in contact with his brother, Xander. I thought the boy was harmless. I mean he is a teenage weed dealer living at home still. I did not expect him to be some violent Kingpin. Xander had rape phone sex fantasies for milfs. I fit his type too. I was in his bedroom in a nice house in the suburbs. This was not some dive bar or abandoned building in the red-light district. The boy was clear. Ass or grass but no one smokes for free. All I had was ass to give and that was all he wanted. I was in his twin bed surrounded by Tom Brady posters. Ugh, a fucking Patriots or whatever team he is on now, fan. I got on the twin bed, put my ass in the air and told him to fuck me. I like teen boys, so I was looking forward to fucking him for weed. I am an amateur ass rape porn star, but I was not ready for his little league bat to fuck my ass. For what seemed like forever this teen pot dealer sodomized my asshole with his baseball bat. He made me lick it clean with my tongue when he was done. I could taste my shit and blood. This boy was cruel beyond his years. But I needed weed. In the moment, I was a desperate housewife.
It is always violent taboo phone sex when my son calls me to play. He knows what a coke whore his mommy is. He brought a big brick of pure cocaine with him when he visited me last night. I live on a diet of coke and cum. I am a skinny old coke whore. It is not pretty. I have let myself go. All I think about is coke. It is all I want. When my son calls, I beg for coke. He always gives it to me too, but it comes at a price. He is technically savvy. He has all these fans on the dark net who love to watch him get brutal with his mommy. I mean brutal. His fans pay to watch our violent phone sex stream. I was not wearing my son’s favorite colors last night which are black and blue. He started going Mike Tyson on me and making my face turn pretty colors. Do not feel sorry for me though. I am an old whore. He gave me so much coke, I barely felt his fists hitting my face. Destroying my ass is what his fans at home really love to see. He shoved his fist in my ass to pull out my asshole. He prolapses me every time. He put a zip tie on my ass and punched my prolapse a few dozen times too while his fans at home jerked off and tipped. I know my boy loves me, but I am his cash cow too. Without our live shows, he makes no money. He needs money to get me coke, so I must do these streams to carry my weight. The real show is when he fucks my pee hole. He calls me a 4-hole wonder. I always thought I only had three holes, until my son showed me the error of my thinking. He fucked my pee hole until it prolapsed too. My son is into torture sex. He is my boy though and I know he loves his mama. He does this all so I can keep getting coke.
He forced me into accomplice phone sex. According to him, if I wanted coke, I had to bring him something young and tender to fuck. He was not fucking me because I was too old and used up for him. I tried to sell him on my ass, but he wanted young flesh. Even though he was at least 20 years older than me, I was still too old for him. I did not want to do it. I am submissive. I did not want to bring him a young girl. I hated the thought of how he would molest such a young girl, maybe even ruin her for life, but I needed coke and I was out of options. I am a coke fiend. I go through much more coke than the ordinary person. I bet I could out coke you. When I was out of options, I decided to find him a slut for his teen rape porn needs. I hated to do it, but it was her or coke. Coke always wins. I struggled to get a girl to come with me, but eventually, I found a young girl, a little pudgy, seemed like she had no friends. She was not part of any pack. I told her I was friends with her mother and she came willingly with me. She was not the cutest of girls, but no doubt she was a virgin and had the tight teen holes this dealer craved. He was happy with my selection. I wanted my coke and I wanted to leave, but he made me watch him fuck her. He was brutal with her holes too. I mean he fucked the shit out of her. She was no ass rape porn star, but he tore her ass up anyway. I think he took a perverse pleasure in making me watch him violate her virgin holes. I got my coke which is a good thing. I need to get high to forget what I did to that young girl.
He told me I had the ass for ass rape porn stardom. He did not know that my ass was already famous on the dark net. I have been giving up my ass for coke for almost 20 years now. This guy was not a porn director. He was not a coke dealer either. He was just a fan of hot ass sex, and he thought I had one hell of an ass. I was in a dive bar when he told me this. He was cute. He was too straight for me though. A nerdy type likely with no coke. I whispered in his ear, “If you can get me some coke, you can do what ever you want to my ass.” I saw the bulge appear in his jeans, and I knew I was in trouble. He had a sizable cock. The next thing I knew, he was hustling to get me coke. I watched him challenge guys to a game of pool for coke. He was a good pool player. I was mistaken about this guy.
He may not have been a party guy, but he clearly wanted to fuck this taboo phone sex whore badly enough that he played pool all night to get enough coke to fuck me. I thought he would fuck me like a normal man. I mean he was a bit of a pussy when I first met him. I guess hustling to get that coke for me made him bolder. Or it was an act the entire time. After we did a few lines, he sodomized my ass so hard; I never saw it coming. In the dirty one stall bathroom in the back of the bar, he fucked my ass with such force my head was banging on the wall. He was coming so hard in my ass as he fucked me. He choked me too. He was not the only one who fucked me though. He just got first dibs. Turns out that in order to get me that coke I desperately wanted, he had to offer me up for a gangbang rape porn. Most of the men in that bar fucked my ass. I went home high, but I was full of cum and sore as fuck. I guess I should never write any guy off I meet in a bar.
Bondage phone sex can get kinky with me. I am a submissive milf and a druggy whore. When I saw what this dude was paying for a few hours of bondage, I jumped at the chance to be his model. I know better. It is not that I do not think about the possible consequences. It is that my need for coke supersedes all reason. I called the number in the ad, and I was on a set an hour later. I have done a lot of bondage porn in my life. I figured I’d be tied up uncomfortably for a few hours, but I would have money for coke. I am a taboo phone sex whore. Bondage is not even close to the worst thing I have done for coke. I showed up at the warehouse and heard screams. That should have been my red flag, but I assumed someone was making a snuff movie. Turned out this was some Hostel fucking shit. Have you ever seen that film? Folks with money pay to explore their perversions on folks without money. For the right price, you can buy whatever you want, even another human being. I was ushered into a room where I waited what seemed like an eternity for some masked man to enter. Now, I was saying, “Oh, shit.” This man did not pay for bondage. He paid for snuff and torture. I was just the product that was bought and sold. I was tied to a spreader bar with a ball gag in my mouth while some psychopath in a mask practiced his torture sex techniques on me. He pulled my finger and toe nails off with pliers. He fucked my pee hole. He shoved a baseball bat up my ass. He burned my flesh with a cigarette. He put bleach in my asshole. The money was not worth the pain. It never is yet I keep doing stupid shit to get high. When will I ever learn?
Strangulation phone sex is not as popular as some other kinks and fetishes, but it is something I enjoy. I have long been into erotic asphyxiation. I got into it after meeting John. He was an occasional drug dealer I saw in my early 20s. I was dating my husband, but I was a huge coke fiend. I know I still am, but back then I would have sold my first born for a fix. I let John do anything he wanted. He was into choking bitches until they passed out. I was one such bitch. In the moment, I thought I might die. I was not a seasoned pain slut yet. I have grown into the snuff sex queen you know now. John liked his hands around my throat when his cock penetrated my pussy and ass. He would slip in and out of both holes. John was white, but he had a thick and long cock that filled my holes up perfectly. I was not a mommy yet, so I had tight holes. I sometimes joke that John made it easier for me to have natural births with my sons, LOL. For about two years, John would fuck me and strangle me simultaneously. I would pass out, wake up and pass out again. I had to wear scarves around my neck for years to hide the purple ligature marks. After he left my life and Marcus became my main drug dealer, I was desperate for strangulation again. Marcus was not into that. He liked his women awake when he pounded their fuck holes. He taught me, however, to strangle myself. I had no clue that I could cum so hard. I used silk scarves, pantyhose and my husband’s ties to strangle myself while I masturbated. I still masturbate like that sometimes. What can I say? I am a kinky, taboo phone sex woman.
Snuff phone sex keeps me busy. I am almost always the victim. I like that role. It suits me best. Most days I am so drugged up that I have no clue what is going on. The other day, I had an offer I could not refuse. I answered an ad on the dark net. Some random guy needed a milf for a special occasion. I had no clue what he wanted but I needed money. I used some of the mortgage money to buy coke. I had to get the money back in the joint account I share with my husband before he noticed. When I arrived at the address the guy gave me over the phone, I was surprised at what I found.
This guy was ready for something straight out of a fantasy phone sex call. He had a dungeon, but not for me. It was all for him. He wanted a dominatrix to be mean and rough with him. He was younger than me by about 15 years. He was naked when he opened the door expect for the dog collar around his next. His money would spend just as well as anyone’s money, right? I explored his dungeon and found a huge dildo. I decided I would use it with the strap on apparatus I saw hanging on the wall. My man was swirling with ideas. First though, I whipped him a few times. I spanked his bare ass with my hand and a paddle. I kept telling him he was a naughty boy and he was loving it.
I am not a dominatrix. I am a submissive whore. But for the right price, I will be anything you want. I was enjoying my BDSM time with this guy. Mommy punished him with some CBT fun too. I stepped on his little wee wee. I made him my ass rape porn star too. I did have a huge dildo that gaped his asshole wide. What a loser. He had an okay cock, but not huge. I have been whipped and beaten enough times to know how to give it back. I gave him just what he wanted. And got just what I needed.
