Phone sex sluts love to party. I party on and off the phone. But I do have my drugs of choice. I’m pretty much a weed girl who occasionally likes to dabble in some old-fashioned blow. I grew up in the 70s. All the teenagers and adults smoked weed back then. And in 80s, most people started doing cocaine and I didn’t want to be left out of the fun. Nowadays though so many new drugs get laced with dangerous shit. So, I’ll stick to weed and cocaine.
However, my son, who loves to fuck his mommy, experiments with all the new drugs. But his favorite is Molly. At least that seems to be his favorite drug to fuck on. So, when he came over last night during a storm to keep me company, he brought some Molly for us. And I trust my son.
He’s not going to give me anything laced or something too strong to handle. So, I got high with my boy. Not my first time doing Molly, though. So, the teenage boys who invite me to their keg parties often offer me Molly too. I’ve tried it before. However, I do not think I ingested as much as I did last night. And the quality seemed much better.
Molly Turns Me into a Fucking Rock Star in the Sack
In my head, I fancy myself a druggy porn star. I love to get high and fuck. And I especially enjoy getting high and fucking my son. Although his cock does not appear to be the thickest, he does possess a long, slender cock that can hit spots even his father could never find. As lightning crashed around us, and the trailer shook from the wind, my boy’s cock kept my pussy company. We started off slowly for us, but then the Molly kicked in, and we both fancied ourselves energizer bunnies.
It felt like the Molly turned us into professional porn stars. We wanted to fuck in the right lighting. We wanted to try different positions. And we wanted to fuck like rabbits. My boy fucked me with such speed that he left bruises from his ball sack on my ass. And that never happens. The Molly made me feel every thrust and every touch a hundred times more. The shit felt better than the acid trips I took in the 80s and 90s.
Perhaps the Molly even added a few inches to my son‘s cock. In my mind, I know that’s not physically possible. But that Molly made me feel everything. And it turned my boy into Peter North. I’ve never seen him fuck me with such finesse before. He contorted my body to try new positions. His dick lasted four hours inside of his mother ‘s pussy. He wanted to fuck in every room in the house. I need to give Molly another chance. Anything that ups my trailer trash whore game is a good thing. It benefits not just me but any man I’m fucking too.
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