White Trash Phone Sex Whore

white trash phone sexWhite trash phone sex is the only kind I have. If you are looking for a sophisticated woman, you are at the wrong place. I can clean up. I can look the part of a respectful, classy housewife, but I can’t act the part. No matter how hard I try, my inner whore cannot be suppressed. I was at a school play last night. My youngest daughter was in the lead of her school’s production of The Wizard of Oz. It is important that my brood have normal school lives because their home lives are full of sex, drugs and prostitution. They don’t mind. In fact, my offspring enjoy being dirty whores because it brings them money. I was trying very hard to be the PTA mom who supports her daughter’s school endeavours, but I was surrounded by hot daddies and sexy teen boys. I’m a trashy milf. That is too much temptation. I was getting dirty looks from the good PTA mom types. They know my reputation as a husband stealer. That is nothing in comparison to the truth! I’d rather have their sons. I married into money. Everyone in our small California community knows I am a trophy wife from the wrong side of the tracks. I don’t care what folks think of me. However, if they talk smack about me to my offspring or try to derail their lives, I sharpen my knives. One stuck up bitch tried to get my sweet young girl out of the play. She was there last night with ice in her eyes. Her husband and son were there too. Her devil spawn was in the play, just not the lead. It was like taking candy from a baby to lure daddy and son away. I fucked them in the schoolboys’ bathroom. Together. Daddy and son tag team. I took some pictures, sent them to Cruella and enjoyed the shock on her face when she realized I fucked the two men in her life that matter most. She cares more about appearances than I do, so I made sure she understood that If she ever looked crossways at my daughter again, the entire community would know that her son and respected husband prefer a trailer trash whore over a stuck up bitchy housewife any day. Come on, who doesn’t?

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