In case you didn’t know, National Lazy Mom’s Day is coming up and I’m using it to stay home and play on the phone sex line. Instead of going out and making money with my own pussy or my own pretty hands, I’m going to send out all eight of my little darlings to work for Mommy so I can just stay home and get high. To be honest I’m lazy all the time but I’ve been looking for an excuse to get the house all to myself. I have such a hard time masturbating and squirting all over while talking on the phone when there’s eight half dressed screaming sluts running around the house.
I celebrated last year too. I dressed them up one by one and told them that Mommy just needed a little time to herself. As soon as the house was clear, I dialed up onto the phone sex line and waited for some horny bastard to come along and get high with me. He was so quick, he scared me when he hopped on the phone. With one hand I let my fingers glide in and out of my pussy, and with the other I chopped up a fine line of coke to snort along side of him. We sniffed that snow together, and I let the high take me over. My pussy was on fire, alive, and begging for some fucking attention.
We got to talking real nasty about my little sluts, just like I love to do. I told him I’d sent them out, and we loaded a bowl together to smoke. My pot pipe is a pretty little pink thing, just like my pussy. Even though I’ve pushed out eight brats I’m not too loose to take a nice cock. I spend most of my time in the lot with the little sluts, I told him, but I love being on the phone chat lines just as much. Are you going to be my pervert and celebrate with me this year? I’ve got some good shit cumming in, and then I can tell you all about my slutty little whores.
I like to keep my pussy soaking wet with a hearty combination of cum, my own juices, and the high of my druggy self. But, let’s be honest, buying a constant supply of weed, or coke, or shit even pills is expensive as fuck. My pussy gets worn, and I fuck as much as I can, but I had to think of something smart so I could live this sort of a lifestyle.
Well, considering I’ve got eight brats at home, something sinister slipped into my head. Why can’t I just use those young, tight bodies to get a little cash!? Brilliant! I rushed home from the truck stop to go get them dressed right. I’d bring about half tonight, and switch them on and off. Well, I never expected them to be as popular as they were.
It was only half an hour before all four of my young sluts were off in their own truck cab getting their unspoiled bits played with. I was rolling in the cash, and took the time to celebrate with a fat line off the cock of my favorite John. Work smarter, not harder. This was by far the High light of my life.
Me and my little ladies are hungry for some cum. Don’t act surprised – we’re whores who know exactly what sort of protein makes our tits swing low and our asses bounce. I’m a Mommy of eight – yes two from each marriage! There’s nothing better than being able to instruct and show my girls just how Mommy makes her money. They’re not opposed to playing, even the young ones.
We love a good cock to worship, and it’s even better if it’s a hot gangbang. Don’t be greedy with their tight angel bodies, bring some friends and let everyone enjoy me and my whorelettes. I’m the Loli Mommy who knows exactly how to party. My sweethearts like to get tipsy, and give lap dances. Think you’re up for a session with a perverted druggy Mommy and her young little lolita sluts?
I brought my youngest along for this truck cab call, and she was trembling in her little virgin heels. Such a slut, my sweet girl. Dressed in tiny spandex shorts and a tiny crop top. I even did her make up to look like a little pageant whore. I knew what this nasty sicko pervert liked, and so I picked out the cream of my cunt’s crop and brought her to be a slut for him.
She was terrified, crying and begging me not to. But, I tossed her ass up in that truck and slammed the door behind me. We smoked out the cab quick so she would calm down, and before long her little tongue was damn near lolling from her mouth. He set her up on the dash and ate her pussy so good she fell back against the windshield. He said it was the best little dessert he’d ever had.
And then, he stood up as she was cumming hard and slammed his cock inside her virgin cunt. Oops! She screamed out, but I know that sweet smoke eased her down. Mommies keep the littles calm so that PDaddy pricks can fuck their pretty little bald cunts.
One of my long time boyfriends is a hot little landlord up by the Lakes, and when COVID hit some of his tenants couldn’t pay the rent. When little miss Becky offered to pay another way, what man can resist that? They started by sharing a joint, but soon she’d be sucking something better from that thick cock of his. He says Becky loves to dress in cheeky costumes; red vinyl dressed, Tinkerbelle, you name it!
She’s a class a cum guzzling slut right in my category! I’m exactly the same way as she is! If I can pay for something with my pussy, my mouth, my tight asshole or even my offspring, why the fuck would I pay cold, hard cash? I love to smoke a few blunts, do a couple lines, and get totally crazy in a wild in the gang bang cum confetti party of my life.
We light up a blunt, and fuck until sun up. Smoke weed, we breed! My pussy is fertile, my eight brats will attest to that. Once they start to bleed, they can breed and earn their weight. Lots of nice couples love to adopt cute little druggy brats they think they’re “rescuing”. I don’t care because each of my daughters gets paid per tot. Breeding them out is the funnest thing.
We roll blunts as thick as black cocks (more like BBC fingers!) and light ‘em up, and go. Bitches lay down, legs spread wide, and beg for a hot cock to crawl between their knees. They rub little circles around those tight, wet openings, before grabbing us by the hips and shoving inside. Oh we moan and groan, but thrust up in time to be able to milk the cum out of those balls.
The name is Amara and if you haven’t caught on I live a life many Americans find despicable. The rest of you know that incest PMommy party whores are what really made America great again. I’m a slick bitch when I’m floating on cloud nine, and the methamphetamine this evening are divine. I’ve a mind to devise a cute little meaning for my name!
A is for Anal because I love that slick burn as a thick cock stretches out my shit pipe.
M is for Men ’cause that’s who I love best, though a hot tranny she dick is welcome to stick itself inside me for a hot little ride.
A is for Are, just a filler, you know.
R is for Really ’cause those men already know how intense we can be when the high’s upon me.
A is for assholes, because these Johns don’t care. They bend me right over, grab a fist full of hair and slide that cock inside, stretching me bad. It hurts when they won’t use lube, but I do it for a chance to buy a bag of crack. Smoke me broke, dope me down, dick me up and fuck me sideways!
Hey hon, welcome to the bar! Yeah yeah, what can I get you to drink? Oh, Amara on the rocks with a twist of lucy? Sounds delish! Let me go in the back and get ready, I’ll meet you upstairs in room three, alright?
Twenty minutes later, I come in with a cart carrying an array of party time favors for you and I. The rocks was a certain, and I lit up that crack pipe without a second thought. I’ll roll on the rocks all day and do any fucking thing you say. My bar is a special place where we cater to the taboo and unusual. You’ve just booked a night with a wild druggy whore who will do anything to stay up up up! The only crashing down I want to do is onto your cock.
But you, my sweet, ordered me with a twist of Lucy! LSD is my favorite, even more than methamphetamine. I took that tab, and watched the edges of everything begin to fade. That’s when you grabbed me, and forced me to the floor. You ripped my panties off, and spread my PAWG cheeks. My dirty posey stared back at you, and you lined that sadistic cock up to fill me in one fucking stroke.
I’ve got eight brats at home to feed, though I make the sluttiest of them earn their own keep. I’ve been training them since they were just tots bobbing around delightedly. Cocks filled their mouths to muffle any complaint as my sick Pclients took advantage of their young little bodies. Today, I was teaching them how to blow a perfect job all over a cock!
I had nine throbbing BBC’s lined up in my living room. I knelt in front of mine, my little angels surrounding us like flies upon honey. I started my sticking the entire BBC right down my fucking sick druggy Mommy throat. My young sluts tried to follow suit, but it was so difficult for their small throats to swallow all that cock. They were gagging all over, and choking, but some lessons in life are hard.
Their big chocolate men grabbed them by the heads, and kept forcing their heads down. Some of them passed out, and awoke to a thick cock being rammed inside of their asses. Mommy always has to make a lesson out of things, especially when each of these cocks paid two grand to be here. Time to move us to the city where Mommy can whore us al lout to the PWolves of Wall Street.
I worked a long shift down at the truck stop getting my pussy stuffed full of all different flavors of cum. Eighteen hours on my back, getting bent over, and riding thick, horny trucker cock is an experience – let me tell you.
When I got home, my young ones were giggling. They told me I had a guest. He’d cum by while I was at work, and my sweet young girls had been keeping him entertained. He was laying on the floor, and I knew just what to do!
I walked over to him, and squatted down over his face. I don’t wear panties under my little skirts – why bother when they’re just coming off, or getting cum soaked? He grinned as I hovered my pussy just inches above his open, hungry mouth.
He wanted to clean all that cum right out of me, and I was going to let him. My boys gathered around to jack their cocks nice and hard so they could make up extra batches for him. For now, my cum marinated pussy was what he got.
He slurped it down with such vigor, his cock rock hard. I knew there was probably honestly gallons, and I knew he wasn’t going to waste a single drop.
