Tweakers part 1

A married mom of four, leaves her husband with the kids and sneaks out to a drug den to trade her cunt for drugs

Tweakers is a series of stand alone stories about sluts who use meth and the depraved shit the drug encourages them to do.

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The dirty bulb in the corner flickered, casting sickly yellow strobes over the trashed living room that doubled as the neighborhood's open-air pharmacy. Empty beer cans, burnt foil, and scattered syringes littered the carpet like confetti. The air smelled of stale smoke, sweat, and that unmistakable chemical bite of crystal burning.

Lisa, 46, a mother of four, still wearing the same yoga pants and loose hoodie she'd thrown on after telling her husband she was "running to the store for milk" three hours ago, stood in the doorway clutching her empty purse like a shield. Her pupils were already dilated from the last hit she'd scraped together yesterday, but the craving clawed deeper now. Her husband had finally frozen the joint account after noticing the mysterious $800 ATM withdrawals. No more cash. No more excuses.

The dealer, a lean 23-year-old named Jax with neck tattoos and a lazy grin, lounged on the sagging couch, legs spread, counting a fresh bag of shards like poker chips. His two buddies, both early twenties, sprawled nearby: one scrolling his phone, the other already shirtless, abs tight from whatever gym time he squeezed between slinging and smoking.

"Back again, soccer mom?" Jax drawled without looking up. "Thought hubby cut you off."

Lisa swallowed. "I just need a little. Like... twenty worth. I'll pay you Friday, I swear. Cash app or something."

Jax laughed, a short bark. The two girls in the corner, both barely legal, one with pink streaks in her hair, the other in a ripped crop top, giggled like they'd heard the punchline before.

"You know the score, Lisa. Pussy for product. Always has been."

She shifted, cheeks burning. "Come on, Jax. Just this once. My kids—"

"Your kids are probably eating cereal for dinner while Mommy's out hunting dick for dope," the pink-haired one, Kaylee, cut in, voice dripping acid. "Pathetic."

Lisa's stomach twisted, but the itch in her veins screamed louder. She tried one last time. "Please. I'll do anything else. Clean the place. Whatever."

Jax finally looked at her, eyes flat. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a loaded rig, clear liquid trembling in the barrel, the needle glinting. He held it up like bait on a hook.

"This what you want, mama? One quick jab and all that empty ache goes away."

Her mouth went dry. She knew what came next. She always knew.

Her hand shook as she took it. The girls watched, smirking. Jax's friends sat up straighter, cocks already half-hard in their sweats.

Lisa dropped to her knees right there on the filthy carpet. She tied off with a shoelace someone tossed her, slapped her arm until a vein popped, and drove the needle home.

The rush hit like a freight train, instant heat flooding her chest, her cunt throbbing to life, every nerve singing. Shame dissolved into white-hot need. She moaned low, already grinding her thighs together.
"There she is," Jax said, standing up and unzipping. "Knew the good girl was still in there under all that PTA bullshit."

They didn't waste time. Jax grabbed her hair, yanked her face to his crotch. His cock, thick, young, already leaking pre cum, slapped against her cheek.

"Open wide, Mrs. Henderson. Show the boys what a faithful wife looks like when she's tweaking."

She did. Greedily. Slurping him down while the other two stripped her hoodie off, yanked her yoga pants to her knees. No panties, she'd stopped wearing them weeks ago. Easier access.

"Look at this sloppy milf cunt," the shirtless one, Tyler, laughed, shoving two fingers inside her without warning. "She's fucking soaked already. Husband know his wife's a walking cum dump?"

Lisa gagged around Jax's dick but pushed back against the fingers, hips rolling like an animal in heat. The meth turned every touch electric. Wrong didn't matter. Only more.

Kaylee and her friend Mia circled closer, phones out, recording.

"Smile for the camera, mommy," Kaylee sneered. "Your kids would love to see what happens when you leave them home alone."

"Bet her oldest boy's jerking off thinking about cheer practice," Mia added. "Meanwhile Mom's getting airtight in a trap house."

They bent her over the coffee table, ass up. Jax took her mouth again. Tyler slammed into her pussy from behind, no condom, no warning, just raw teenage cock stretching her. The third guy, Derek, knelt in front, feeding her his balls while she moaned around Jax.

"Listen to her," Tyler grunted, slapping her ass hard enough to leave prints. "Moaning like a bitch in heat. What would your husband say if he saw you right now? Four kids at home, dinner burning, and you're letting three dudes half your age wreck your holes?"

Lisa knew it was fucked up. Deep down, the mom part of her screamed. But the meth part, the loud, dripping, desperate part, drowned it out. She fucked back harder, slamming her hips to meet every thrust, tongue swirling on Jax like she was starving.

"Whore," Kaylee spat, leaning in to slap Lisa's swaying tits. "Useless fucking whore. Leaving your babies so you can get bred like trailer trash."

Mia grabbed Lisa's hair, forced her to look at the phone screen. "Say it. Say you're a worthless meth slut who abandoned her family for cock."

Lisa's voice cracked, slurred with lust. "I'm... I'm a worthless meth slut... abandoned my family... for cock..."

The room erupted in laughter.

They rotated. Derek pulled out of her mouth and took her ass, dry at first, then slick with spit. She howled, but arched deeper, begging with her body. Tyler moved to her cunt again, double-penetrating her while Jax fucked her throat until tears streamed.

"Bet your husband's tiny-dick ass can't even make you cum anymore," Tyler panted. "That's why you're here getting split open by real men."

"Four kids and still this tight?" Derek laughed, pounding deeper. "Guess that pussy's been waiting for young dick."

They didn't stop. Not when she came the first time, shaking, squirting on Tyler's cock while screaming into Jax's pubes. Not when the second orgasm ripped through her, ass clenching around Derek. They kept going, swapping holes, calling her every name they could think of.

"Mom of the year," Kaylee mocked, zooming in on Lisa's stretched holes. "Bet CPS would love this footage."

Finally they unloaded, one after another. Jax painted her face. Tyler pulled out and shot across her back. Derek stayed buried in her ass, pumping deep while she whimpered.

When they finished, Lisa collapsed on the table, trembling, cum leaking from every hole, high still roaring through her. The girls tossed her another small baggie, payment for services rendered.

"See you Friday, mommy," Jax said, zipping up. "Bring that ass back. Kids can wait."

Lisa didn't answer. She just crawled to her hoodie, wiped her face with the sleeve, and stumbled toward the door, legs shaking, pussy throbbing, already counting hours until she could come back.

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