In exchange for my skinny powder, my oldest boy makes me his ass rape porn star. I’ve been his cash cow for years now. And my body has begun to show the wear and tear from our encounters. I live on cocaine. My body appears rail thin except for my big fake tits. My son bought me the tits and because of the abuse, he had to get them redone a few times. I am the only woman I know with an outie asshole too.
My son needed cash, so he wanted to live stream our session. As he turned the camera on, I heard the dings. But I remembered to take my false teeth out this time. He spit on my face, then tea bagged me which almost suffocated me with his big balls. As I struggled to breathe, my face began turning purple. But my son just laughed. Tears streamed down my face turning me into a raccoon as my makeup smeared. Suddenly, he pushed me off him. I sailed across the room. However, I landed near the big bowl of coke.
For what seemed like eternity, he pulled me like a rag doll mop across the floor by my prolapsed asshole. Some macabre torture sex game. I would get close enough to the bowl of coke but before I could sniff any, he pulled me back. His coke seemed always just out of reach for this battered old whore.
As the chimes came in from his viewers, he would punch my prolapsed ass. He even stepped on my head. And he forced me to ask the viewers if I could get some coke. So, I pleaded with his at home viewers to let me snort some powder. With coke I can withstand much more abuse, I explained. And finally, he let me bury my face in the bowl of coke.
The only clothes I wore were some frilly schoolgirl white ankle socks. My body started turning various shades of blue and purple. After I got some coke in me, he started punching my soccer ball boobs. Perhaps, they are the only thing remotely perky on my old body.
When he wrapped the chain around my waist, I knew trouble was around the corner. He slipped on some brass knuckles and punched my fun bags until I thought they might explode. Would not be the first time he busted a boob. We played this sick game where he would lasso me with a metal chain and punch my boobs with the brass knuckles as he pulled me closer to him. Some morbid mommy son dance.
As he beat my ass and my prolapsed asshole, the chimes poured in. He but a suction pump on my outie asshole and swelled it up some more. That turned my prolapsed butthole into the perfect cock sleeve for my boy. He appeared to just be warming up. He tied me to the gangbang rape porn bench, and I knew I was in trouble. However, luckily for me, no other guests arrived to abuse my boy’s favorite fuck toy.
He tied my huge tits together under neath the bench. And my legs and arms, he fastened to the legs. I looked like an upside-down V. But he did push the bowl of coke under my sniffer. I watched in horror as he picked up a steel bat. Batter up he said as he hit my shit pipe and tits like he was Babe Ruth. And in between home runs, he dipped his cock in my mouth to skull fuck me with so much force, I thought my neck might break in that bound position.
Once again, the chimes of tips poured in. But he wanted to fuck his cock sleeve, so he pushed his erect cock into my outie asshole. However, in the middle of fucking my prolapsed asshole, my boy ripped me off the bench, tossed me across the room, and put a plastic bag over my head. But he tore a small hole in the side, which I thought was to let me breath a little.
But he put his dick through the hole and pissed into the bag. He did not want suffocation phone sex. He wanted to drown me in his piss. Once his pissed came above my nose I only had one choice. Swallow his piss or drown. So, I gulped his piss down to breathe again. But the chimes multiplied. Next thing I know, my son’s cock is in my piss hole pumping in and out.
My boy pumped away at my urethra while shoving his fist up my asshole. My bladder and asshole took a beating. And the plastic bag did not let me breath much. He took turns hitting me in the face and punching my tits. And my eyes started to swell shut, and I think I passed out for a minute. And miss the fun? My son would not allow that. So, he punched me awake. Then he turned me into his sock puppet. With his fist all the way in my cunt, I looked like some lifeless skeleton fuck puppet thrashing about on his hand.
Thankfully, I knew it was almost over. As he took turns punching my head, tits and stomach, his dick dripped precum. Suddenly, he bounced me off the floor giving me a likely concussion. I thought he had finished. The sudden movement felt like he was done with me for the time being. But no. He grabbed my throat, pulled me up off the floor and came down my throat with such force, it felt like a shotgun went off.
Another visit from my son left me battered, swollen and bruised. Every session he gets more and more violent. Perhaps, one day he will visit me, and I will not bounce back.
Some men know I have a babysitter phone sex profile on a few sites. As a mom, I set up the site for some quick cash when I need some. Even though I make decent money here, I am not paid daily. And I blow through my weekly check quickly. That’s what happens when you enjoy cocaine like I do. However, a drug dealer I sometimes need to use found out I had a babysitting profile. He recognized me and hatched a plan.
I avoid this guy when I can. Why? Because he is a sadist. A last resort drug dealer. But he made me an offer I could not refuse. Give him access to a little boy’s butt and get a week’s worth of coke free. I knew he would come after my sons if I did not do this for him. So, I looked around for gigs involving a young boy knowing that I would be turning that innocent boy into this dealer’s private ass rape porn star.
However, despite my crisis of consciousness, I delivered him a boy butt to his liking. What was I supposed to do? Say no to coke and let him force his dick in my sons’ assholes? Like I said, this man is pure evil. If I did not deliver what he wanted, I would pay the price. So, I showed up to babysit Eric last night. Cute boy full of life. Good parents but a bad babysitter. I spiked his nighttime milk with some Xanax and muscle relaxers. From my own experience that can help ease the pain of rough anal sex.
My dealer came in once the meds kicked in. And he went to town on that boy’s ass. Talk about a taboo phone sex story. The boy screamed and cried. But I tried to tell him it was just a nightmare. A bad dream. My dealer pumped poor Eric full of cum while I held him down in his twin bed. I soothed him the best I could. Even sucked the cum out of his swollen butt hole to help wash away DNA and sooth it a bit.
Once my dealer left, I drugged him some more. The parents may find out but not before I took my profile down and erased any trace of me. A druggy whore must do what she must do for a fix.
Men see a mommy whore and immediately think snuff sex. Perhaps they had cock teasing mommy whores. But I am no cock tease. I fuck my boys. Even my stepson. But our relationship seems to be a bit more tumultuous. His friends know me as Blair the Witch. Or even sometimes Blair the Bitch.
Although my stepson did not summon his stepmom mommy last night, one of his friends did. I ignored his texts for over an hour. Just did not feel in the mood to get used. I had a big bag of coke my dealer gave me. And he is gentle on me when we fuck. But my stepson destroys my holes. So, I assumed his friends would too. I kept ignoring Taye’s texts. However, he did not appreciate me ignoring him and showed up at my door. But he had friends with him.
Apparently, my stepson offered me up as a gangbang rape porn star to settle a debt. Never asked me. Nor did he give me a warning either. Taye pushed his way into my home and his friends grabbed me. Although I fought, I appeared outnumbered. And a few men restrained me since I acted hostile. His words not mine. I did not feel hostile. But I did feel scared as fuck. My boys slept in rooms not far away from where these men planned on gang banging me.
My stepson gets into a lot of trouble. That’s why I am his cash cow. But I don’t want to be his cash cow forever. I buried my face in a pillow and put my ass in the air trying to muffle my screams. Sure, I did some lines but not enough to not feel the sting of 10 cocks going in my ass in rapid fire motion. My ass hurts more today than ever before. And more than an ass rape porn star too. But as much as I screamed, my boys never woke up. Neither did my husband.
So much cum left on the couch though. Not sure how to get 10 huge cum stains out of this couch. I put a blanket down and told my husband the dog got sick. Not sure if he believed me or not. But I hope he does not find out his first son sent 10 men over to fuck my ass last night to settle a drug score.
Snuff phone sex fantasies keep me busy. And I do not mind your dark and depraved mind. In fact, I crave it. When I get high, which is often, my mind goes to the extreme and even the absurd. No one seems to mind my depravity. The funny thing is I get told I look like the mom next door. And I am that most of the time. But even soccer moms next door can enjoy extreme fantasies.
One of my callers yesterday wanted to discuss absurd fantasies. And I admitted to a few. However, the one he wanted to focus on involved my tentacle rape fantasy. You would be surprised how common a fantasy that is for women. Honestly, I never had the thought until a few years ago I did a fantasy phone sex call with a guy who turned me on to the fetish. We watched a bunch of Hentai porn, most of which involved tentacles penetrating every hole on a girl.
However, I do not want to fuck an octopus. But the idea of all these tentacles fucking me at once makes my pussy wet. Sometimes, I imagine that I am doing domestic things like cooking in the kitchen and those tentacles are moving in and out of my fuck holes. And my daughter’s fuck holes too. Perhaps, a tentacle in my pussy, my ass, my pee hole, and even between my boobs. I am making dinner while getting ravaged.
I look over at my daughter, and she is texting some boy while those tentacles move in and out of her tiny bald pussy and pink puckered asshole. Turns me on so much. I cannot explain it either. I am afraid to tell my husband I have tentacle rape phone sex fantasies. He would not understand. But I bet you do. You might indulge me, right? What are your extreme and bizarre sexual fantasies. I want to hear about yours too.
When my oldest son comes to visit, I know he needs his ass rape porn mommy. But I also know that I will get a ton of coke too. Like the premium coke out of Columbia. Sometimes, I swear his father must be Pablo Escobar because he brings me huge bags of coke that fill a bowl.
When he arrived, this time I remembered to take my teeth out. His fans enjoy watching an old toothless hag gum a cock. If I had not remembered, my boy would have punched my face so hard that my teeth flew out of mouth. He still smacked my face hard. However, he always avoids my sniffer. When he pushed my face in the coke, I came back up looking like one of those Kabuki women from Japan. My face turned ash white.
While I snorted enough coke to give a cow a heart attack, my boy whipped me for his streaming audience. However, he did not use a whip or a belt. He used a metal chain. And that felt like torture sex, even as high as I was. He made me dance for him. And as my old body gyrated around, he used the chain to wrap around my waist and pull me back towards him for a sucker punch.
But he had only just begun our live stream session. I felt the coke numbing my body, which I always need when my boy pays me a visit. He forced me down on all fours so I could gape and prolapse my asshole for his viewing audience. He assisted by putting fingers and a fist up my asshole. Somehow, he got elbow deep in my ass. My prolapse turned into his cock sleeve. He sucked on my prolapse too. For a moment, it felt like my prolapsed asshole got caught in a bear trap.
But he really wanted to fuck my prolapsed asshole. The chimes came in from the viewers at home as he fucked my hanging asshole. He even pissed in it too which increased the dings. Folks enjoy a son abusing his mother’s asshole. But he had just begun the pain. If I had not been so fucked up on cocaine, I would have sworn I was starring in a snuff porn. But my son would never kill his cash cow.
When he broke out the brass knuckles, I panicked a bit. But he let me bury my face in the cocaine again. So, I know he loves me. A few punches to the back of the head with his trusty brass knuckles, and I was seeing stars. He zip tied my boobs until they looked black and blue. He punched my old funbags too. As I writhed around in his piss on the floor, he punched every inch of my body with those brass knuckles. All but my nose.
At one point I passed out. I woke up with him dragging me around by my prolapsed asshole. I smelled like a urinal. And I looked like something out of a horror movie. I was covered in my blood, his piss and lots of coke. He banged my already battered body against the wall and the furniture. When he thought I had enough, he forced me face down and ass up. I could hear the chimes.
As he fucked my prolapsed asshole, he smashed my head repeatedly into the ground. He would pull my head back towards him and take turns punching the back of my head and my face with his brass knuckles. If I had not already lost my teeth, surely, I would have in that moment. After he came in my ass, he broke out the steel bat. He pretended to be in spring training and took the bat to my prolapse like it was a ball he needed to hit out of the park.
But he took that bat to my head, tits and ribs too. When our live stream concluded, I could not see or hear much. My eyes swelled close. Every inch of me appeared covered in bruises. I smelled like a urinal. And I could only crawl. But my boy loves me. Gave me enough coke to last the week for my troubles.
I have made some gangbang rape porn in my life. Most of it willing because I needed money for coke, or the participants promised me coke. However, last night I did not go out looking for trouble. Trouble broke into the house and found me asleep in my bed. My husband and the boys left earlier that morning for a camping trip. Camping for me requires a bed and indoor plumbing. So, I stayed home.
Now, I wished I had sucked it up and went camping. As I slept, some man broke into my bedroom window, then opened the front door to let his band of criminals into the house. I startled awake when I felt a shadow over me. At first, I thought this was some bad dream. Like something straight out of one of my home invasion phone sex calls. But this was not a dream nor a call.
I tried to run, but a single hand snatched me and tossed me on the floor like I was some inconsequential bug. He pinned me on the floor while one of his buddies tied me up so I could not attempt to escape again. No way I could escape this uncomfortable position. My ass felt exposed because it was. One of the dudes bound my hands to my legs leaving my asshole expose for rough anal sex. Been mixing in the seedy underworld of snuff flicks and rough bondage porn for decades, I knew why they tied me up this way.
I could hear the men unzipping their pants. And the next thing I felt spit landing on my taint and ass hole. The sound of men spitting grosses me out. However, I guess in this instance, I should feel grateful. Because a dry ass rape porn would have hurt me a lot more than this did. Not saying it did not hurt because it did. But perhaps, it softened the blow a bit. They choked me and fish hooked my mouth. Even pulled my nose back and made me snort like a pig. They force fucked my asshole for hours.
I might have still thought it was a bad dream, if I had not woken up bound, naked and on the bedroom floor covered in cum, spit and piss.
Bad babysitter phone sex babes like me can help you play with tight young pussy. I was not even high last night when Charlie called me to party. However, he called me when I was babysitting my step niece. I wanted to party though. Perhaps, I even thought I needed to party. The girl drives me nuts. So sassy. She exhibits no respect for her elders. But I knew my bad ass bitch would come out if I did some coke. And maybe Charlie would want to punish her too.
Charlie took one look at my step niece and got an erection. I see her appeal. She looks like a doll baby with her blonde locks and bright blue eyes. However, she might be the bad seed in disguise. Just like that old 50s movie. Sarah thinks her shit doesn’t stink. And once Charlie heard her talk, he decided we needed to make a teen rape porn with her. Now that I had some coke in me, I felt more emblazoned. I told him to fuck her. You should have heard her mouth run amuck then.
Charlie knew how to shut the little bitch up though. He shoved his ten-inch cock down her throat. Did I mention Charlie loves tight young white pussy. However, not all tight white young pussy loves his big black cock. His cock destroys holes. Punisher cock. And my step niece needed her pussy punished. Stupid cunt. Disrespectful cunt too. Charlie fucked her into oblivion. And I got to watch and film it.
Even though he turned her little perfect holes into raw hamburger meat, after a while she seemed broken. Or at least broken in to be more compliant with the two adults in the room. Nothing worse than a disobedient brat who talks back. However, turn that brat into an ass rape porn star for BBC and you will discover a new young lady. One who listens to her elders and does as she is told.
Rape phone sex fantasies for mommy appear on the rise. I know men feel more stressed right now than ever. And my guess is they take it out on the one they love most. The one they know will never report them to the police. Mommy. I know my stepson loves to force fuck me. But he is not the only one. Many men need me to be a surrogate mommy for all their pent-up frustrations. And if they pay me or give me coke, I never turn them down.
However, last night, I wished I had said no to Devon. I met him a few years ago when I needed coke. My usual dealer cut me off because he needed product for other clients. So, I went to Devon. We worked out a deal that seemed beneficial to us both. He fucked me harder than any drug dealer. I never go to him unless it is an emergency. Last night, he called me. And we worked out an agreement.
But when I arrived, I noticed more than just him. He appeared to be hosting guests. Big, burly guests who had that hungry look in their eyes. I know that look and it scares me. He wanted to make a mommy gangbang rape porn movie. And that was not what we agreed to. All his friends pounced on me like hungry wolves the moment I questioned our arrangement.
One guy pinned me down while the rest fucked me. To every man, I appeared to be a surrogate mommy. They choked me, slapped me, fucked me and pissed on me too. One guy sat on my face, forcing me to lick his dirty shit hole. He just laughed and called me names while I lost my dignity. After that, all his friends followed suit. So, not only did I endure a gangbang, but I also had to lick everyone’s asshole. They mocked me and teased me about being their mommy ass rape porn star.
Although I got my coke, I cannot erase the stink of their shit holes off my face. And I cannot get my asshole back inside my ass. Perhaps, I need someone to fuck it back inside me.
Most folks in the dive bars where I troll have seen my ass rape porn videos. And I am not ashamed of them. A girl must do what she must to get a fix. Last night, I did not need a fix. Believe it or not, I still had some coke. Although, I was in party mode, the reason I went to the bar was to relax after Easter dinner. My sisters in law can be a tad much. I told my husband I needed to help a friend who got stranded. And he believed me. Instead, I went to this dive bar to chug a few cocktails.
The bar appeared packed too. I guess a lot of folks needed to blow off some steam after Easter. So, I joined them. Although I did not know anyone in the bar, I do make friends easily. Coke brings me out of my shell. Some men bought me drinks. I always hope some handsome man will buy me drinks. The less money I spend, the more I have for party supplies.
As I talked to this one guy, his buddy pulled up one of my gangbang rape porn videos. I tried to deny it was me, but with my fair skin, red hair and tattoos, they knew it was me. Next thing I know, I am making another movie on the dirty bar of some dive bar. Sure, I drank a few too many cocktails and mixed it with coke, but I am an exhibitionist too. Behind the bar, the bartender had an array of sex toys. Felt like they knew I would end up in that bar and they had the supplies ready.
I did a sexy striptease, then played with my asshole for the guys in the bar. Instead of cheering me to chug beer like you often hear in a bar, they cheered me on to fuck my ass. I started with beer bottles. Perhaps a man would put his beer bottle up my ass too and chug it afterwards. But beer bottles did not appear to satisfy the crowd. Bigger and bigger bottles and toys went up my ass. That was until they started fisting me.
Fists up my asshole felt like torture sex, but I did not want to disappoint the crowd. And they did appear to enjoy fisting my gaped asshole. And to think, I just went to the bar for a few drinks. However, I left with another ass porn video under my belt.
I love being a member of the bad babysitter phone sex club. Mostly, I enjoy it because I am tired of being the bitch. If I am babysitting some little brat for you, then the focus is not on me. Or so I hope. My latest babysitting gig appeared to be a set up. Tim called me from an old listing I had published on a babysitting site. I created a profile last year to help this guy get access to young pussy in exchange for drugs.
But I forgot to take the profile down. When Rick called me for a sitting gig, I decided to do it. I needed the cash. He seemed nice enough. A single dad with a few teen boys he cannot turn his back on for long. The catch, he needed me overnight so he could travel out of town for business. My boys can be left alone with their father for a day. So, I told my husband I had a babysitting gig for a night and for once I did not lie to him. He knows he married a taboo phone sex whore. But he has no clue how taboo I really am.
I met the dad. And we went over things. When he left, his boys changed. Their demeanor changed. No more ma’am. Nor more manners. They turned into little Damiens. Little devil’s spawn. They groped me, slapped me, spit on me and called me names. When I threatened to call their daddy, they called me stupid. Perhaps, I was. They informed me their father hires them some old whore every month to use while he goes out of town. And then they told me I was nothing more than their fuck doll for the night.
Fuck my life. I thought I would make some easy cash to watch some brats for a night. And instead, I got used worse than a gangbang rape porn star. This felt like Karma for the last time I babysat. Those boys were right though. Daddy ghosted me. He knew his little monsters wanted to destroy my holes. Even though Daddy paid me well, he did not pay me enough for what his little monsters did to my holes.
