Being a trailer trash whore has its perks. Not only do I get to check out new talent, but I get to fuck a lot of dads too. I got busted by a dad last week. I was fucking his young son at his place. I was told the dad was out of town and the mom was at work. I am always fucking the sons of rich neighbors and recruiting their daughters for our home brothel. I stay on top and under the local boys and girls, LOL. Well, this boy’s young cock was fucking me from behind so fast that his young nuts were slapping against my ass. I was making sexy moaning noises and squirting all over the boy’s twin bed. Both of us were so distracted, we never heard the door to his bedroom open. We had no clue his father had come home early, heard the noises and went to check on his son. I am sure he thought his son had a teen girl in the house or maybe was just jerking his meat to porn. He was shocked to see his young son fucking a trashy milf doggy style in his bed. The boy was like come back later dad. I did not think that would work because I was in the middle of a criminal act, but it did. Dad left, son nutted, and I left. Well, I tried to leave. Dad cornered me trying to make a quick exit. Not to lecture me or threaten me. He wanted his turn. I did not feel like I could turn him down. I mean junior was a great lay with a bigger cock than a boy his age should have, so that meant daddy likely had some talent of his own. With the cum of his young son still inside my pussy, daddy fucked me on his couch. Lots of talent in that family.
Last night was a hot stripper sex show. My husband and I had a date night. We went to the local strip club for amateur night. It is a good place to check out talent. We make most of our money off the jailbait whores who live with us, but we do get requests for the right side of barely legal often enough to make recruiting necessary. My husband and I find lots of girls willing to moonlight as whores at the strip club. There were a lot of amateurs there last night for the contest. Times are tough for working girls, younger girls in general. We saw all sorts of dollar signs with some of the girls competing for the $1,000 cash prize. My husband had a brilliant idea. If I entered the contest, I could talk to the girls, feel them out and see if any of them wanted to be part of a profitable group of sexy prostitutes. I had a better idea. Invite them to our place after the contest and have a big orgy. Test the possible merchandise out before making any offers. About ten out of the 15 girls there came back to our mansion. They got a taste for the life of luxury. Hot tub, in ground heated pool, top shelf booze, expensive clothes… My husband fucked a few of the girls. I finger banged them all. I made sure to 69 with each girl too so I could taste their juice. All of them were between 18-22 years of age, which is what a lot of our clients want. These lovely ladies would make a great addition to our home brothel. Being hookers for hire is nothing to be embarrassed about. While everyone else is struggling right now, whores are on top because sex is always repression proof. And as long as we can keep recruiting young girls, we will just keep getting richer.
Teen sluts fucking older men will always be popular. My husband and I had a little party last night. Just a few friends over. Our governor will not let us have a huge party, so we kept it at 10 to fly under the radar. We have some asshole neighbors who like to report parties too big. My daughters were the stars of this party. We have a group of men who like to pay to watch teen sluts get fucked. Daddy fucked all his sweet angels in front of these men who enjoyed jacking off while watching. I will not lie. I was turned on too. Seriously, I loved watching these men cover my daughters in cum. Each girl looked like a cum dumpster. They had chunks of cum in their hair. Cum was all over their faces and tits. Plus, daddy’s cum was oozing out of their fuck holes. My girls were showing off for daddy’s clients. They spread their fuck holes showing off all that jizz in their pink pussies. They snowballed cum with each other too. The licked it off each other’s bodies and crawled to the men to suck their dicks dry. I have cum junkies for daughters. Of course, Daddy and I made them that way. It was a fun night. We are having another party just like it tonight. Wanna cum over. As in cum over my precious sluts?
Phone sex sluts know how to have fun. I am the type of woman who can have fun in a closet. It is more fun with someone, but even alone I know how to enjoy life. My husband is very wealthy. He is well known in our community for his business endeavors. Very few people know what we do behind closed doors. The ones who do, have too much to lose if they expose us. We like it that way. Less risk. We attended a political fundraiser Friday night. I got to dress up and socialize with other rich trophy wives. I do not really get into politics. It is always the lesser of two evils to choose from anyway. My husband networks at these events and I get into trouble which is what I do best. Another hot trophy wife had some blow to share with me. We went off to another part of the mansion. With as many people there, we knew no one would miss us. Most of the women and men at the party were boring goody two shoes types who would be shocked at a fraction of the shit I have done. Melissa and I got naked. Coke goes straight to our pussies. We started eating each other out. We tribbed our pussies. We might have inserted some objects in the room up each other’s pussies too. We were having fun. More fun than we would have if we stayed in our dress clothes socializing with the stuffed shirts. We were naked playing with each other for a couple hours and no one missed us. We touched up our make-up and went back to the party to join our husbands. Mine told me I smelled like sloppy wet pussy. I just winked at him and licked my lips.
We had an early white trash phone sex Halloween party. It was just an excuse to check out new talent. The neighborhood is full of sweet young things that could bring my husband and I much joy and pleasure. I love dressing sexy. I love cosplay. I dressed up as an R rated Mulan. My daughters were all various Disney princesses. My husband was Tarzan and our boys were various male characters from Disney movies. We had a theme, but it was ironic because none of us are the squeaky image that Disney portrays. I find when I look innocent and family oriented, the little ones open up around me easier. My husband and I had our sights set on this little angel in a Harley Quinn outfit. So young to be wearing such a violent and slutty character’s outfit. My husband distracted her trophy wife mom. He got her drunk and took her to our room to fuck, while I explored the little girl’s body. Virgins make more money. You can sell their virginity a few times before they just will not be that tight anymore. She was untouched. She tastes so yummy too. Like fresh watermelon. Pink, juicy and very sweet. I ate her pussy. I had to resist finger banging her or breaking out my strap-on. I have broken a few cherries by mistake and that screws with the price we can get. That is why I test the merchandise and not my husband. We are always expanding our pool of sexy prostitutes because our offspring are getting older and more used every day. This little angel was perfect. As I was eating her bald cunnie, I was thinking of the clients I knew would pay good money for her. My husband and I fucked our brains out later thinking of the money that virgin cunt will net us.
We can talk about anything on my sexline. I mean it when I say I am no taboos and no limits. Let me tell you what I did yesterday. I came home from an all night sex festival. I had been hired for a private party and it went into the wee hours of the morning. I was still horny, however. I saw the house keepers’ little angels playing in the yard. One of the benefits of having illegal help is you get access to their little ones whenever you want. We have several members of her family employed with us. They are all grateful for how well we treat them. I am not being facetious. They live in a 4-bedroom carriage house. Everyone is paid well above minimum wage. They have health benefits and get to take vacations with us and spend holidays with us too. Every now and again, I help myself to the help’s little ones. The maid has a big brood. They have been with us for years. We paid for the two oldest to go to college, and now the two youngest are just starting private school. Twins. An adorable boy and girl who love to play with this gringa. We played in the pool naked, before I took them upstairs to my bed to fuck. I sucked the boy’s hairless cock. I ate his sister’s hairless cunnie. I let the little stud muffin hump inside me. No swimmers yet, but he does the best he can with what he’s got. I still felt amazing. It was just the little taboo tryst I needed to be able to fall asleep. They curled up with me in my bed and we napped a few hours before I had to sign on to my phone sex line. If you treat people really well, you can do anything you want with their angels.
Live phone sex means anything can happen. Last night, I was home alone. That almost never happens. I was partying and taking calls late. I had this one guy who just wanted some one to party with. I get it. I do not judge. I like talking to high men because their true self comes out. Same can be said for women. It is that coke or whatever your drug of choice may be lowers your resistance. You speak more freely. This guy was not home alone. He moved back home after the pandemic to help his folks out. We got to talking and he admitted he called me because I am a trashy milf who fucks her sons. He revealed his longings for his mommy’s pussy. Incest thoughts lurk in us all somewhere. I told him how I came to be the son fucker I am and gave him some tips on how to be a mother fucker. He added Fireball into his mix and that liquid confidence, made him bold. He was whispering. But I understood he was going into his sleeping mother’s room, naked with his cock out. The plan was just to jack off and look at her for a few. Maybe, steal a pair of dirty panties. His father takes Ambien at night and would sleep through a bombing he said. I was quiet, but I was speaking to him on an earpiece so no one could really hear me. He was so fucked up. He ended up cumming on his mother’s sleeping face. She woke up and I heard yelling from a woman. I think I heard something break too, LOL. We got disconnected. I was hoping to hear back from him, but I think his mother did not respond like he hoped. It was still hot for me to be along for the ride even if it ended abruptly. With druggy phone sex, anything can happen.
I love no taboo phone sex. It was what I was born to do. I have been a whore since I was born. Just now, I call the shots. I am the madam of my home brothel. Last night something different happened. A man wanted to fuck one of my sons. He paid great money and money is money, right? My sons are whores just like their sisters, but they do not get called to action as much. My youngest son is sort of a kinky freak. I think he may be naturally bisexual. I have fucked his ass with a strap-on several times and he loves it. He begs for it actually. When I told him about daddy’s client, he was not at all concerned. He was happy for the chance to get some dick in his ass and make some money. All my sexy prostitutes love money. Daddy and I have raised a brood of money whores. My youngest boy looks like a girl from behind. He is a little California surfer dude. He has long dirty blonde hair, a tanned body and a cute little butt. I had to play with his ass the night before his date to prep him. If the ass does not used regularly, every hardcore ass fucking will feel like the first time. He enjoyed my strap-on more than he did daddy’s client’s cock. But he did enjoy the money. His ass his sore, but mommy knows how to take of all her sore whores.
This is what I look like after drunk sex porn. I look like a hot mess, emphasis on hot, LOL. I am more of a coke and weed girl than booze, but I was partying with college boys last night. Rich boys. Trust fund brats who pooled their resources to hire a hot milf for a closed party. The college is in session, but there are no parties. Isn’t that part of the college experience? A few frat houses have been shut down for violating social distancing orders from the dean. I get it. You got to keep folks safe. But college boys need to party and fuck too. I was the only female there. The doors were closed. No university folks would suspect a thing. And if some one saw me coming or going, well I was just checking on my son. Who would guess that a sexy albeit trashy milf was the entertainment at a frat party? I was doing shots with the boys. Lots of mixed shots too. Yager, Jack, Patron and some mixed body shots. I am a sloppy drunk, but that is what they wanted. I was on top of their bar dirty dancing. I encouraged them to pull out their cocks and spray me. Cum shots were coming from every direction. That was just the warmup. I blew cocks. I swallowed loads. I let frat boys run a train on me. I never puked though. I am a hot mess, emphasis on the hot when drinking. I came home smelling like a mix between a porn star and bartender. I reeked of cum and booze. That scent makes my brood horny. No time for a shower when my husband and our boys pounced on me. This dirty mommy is never too worn out or too fucked up to keep the party going.
My phone sex line is for unrestricted fun. You can talk about anything with me. My life is a far cry from a Hallmark card. I am more like an X-rated Lifetime movie. Born in the sticks of West Virginia to meth head parents who pimped me out to older men the moment I learned to walk. No love. No friends. No school. Only cash transactions to support their addictions. One day, I was sold for a lump sum and that is how I got married. My husband, however, is the hero of the story not the villain. Yes, he likes young girls. Yes, I was a breeding whore for him. The payoff was sweet though. I live a nice life. I am rich. I live in a beautiful gated home in California and my submissive sex slave days are long gone. My husband and I have a brood of sexy prostitutes who work hard for the money. They are not chained in some dingy trailer on a cum stained mattress like I once was. They each have their own rooms with beautiful clothes and expensive electronics. The ones who can drive have their own cars. They go to school and they have friends, but they hook at night and on weekends with clients daddy puts through a rigorous vetting process. Unlike my sperm and egg donor, we care that no one beats our cash cows or ruins them from making top dollar in the future. You will never hear one of our little whores crying because they are hungry or dirty. You might hear them bitching about wanting more cock and cum, however, because they are greedy little whores. When you call my sexline, I promise no limits on age and no taboos on what we can talk about. Clearly, my life is not censored, so why would I censor you?
