When my oldest son comes to visit, I know he needs his ass rape porn mommy. But I also know that I will get a ton of coke too. Like the premium coke out of Columbia. Sometimes, I swear his father must be Pablo Escobar because he brings me huge bags of coke that fill a bowl.
When he arrived, this time I remembered to take my teeth out. His fans enjoy watching an old toothless hag gum a cock. If I had not remembered, my boy would have punched my face so hard that my teeth flew out of mouth. He still smacked my face hard. However, he always avoids my sniffer. When he pushed my face in the coke, I came back up looking like one of those Kabuki women from Japan. My face turned ash white.
While I snorted enough coke to give a cow a heart attack, my boy whipped me for his streaming audience. However, he did not use a whip or a belt. He used a metal chain. And that felt like torture sex, even as high as I was. He made me dance for him. And as my old body gyrated around, he used the chain to wrap around my waist and pull me back towards him for a sucker punch.
My Son Loves to Abuse His Old Mommy Whore for Your Pleasure
But he had only just begun our live stream session. I felt the coke numbing my body, which I always need when my boy pays me a visit. He forced me down on all fours so I could gape and prolapse my asshole for his viewing audience. He assisted by putting fingers and a fist up my asshole. Somehow, he got elbow deep in my ass. My prolapse turned into his cock sleeve. He sucked on my prolapse too. For a moment, it felt like my prolapsed asshole got caught in a bear trap.
But he really wanted to fuck my prolapsed asshole. The chimes came in from the viewers at home as he fucked my hanging asshole. He even pissed in it too which increased the dings. Folks enjoy a son abusing his mother’s asshole. But he had just begun the pain. If I had not been so fucked up on cocaine, I would have sworn I was starring in a snuff porn. But my son would never kill his cash cow.
When he broke out the brass knuckles, I panicked a bit. But he let me bury my face in the cocaine again. So, I know he loves me. A few punches to the back of the head with his trusty brass knuckles, and I was seeing stars. He zip tied my boobs until they looked black and blue. He punched my old funbags too. As I writhed around in his piss on the floor, he punched every inch of my body with those brass knuckles. All but my nose.
My Boy Will Punch Every Inch of My Body But My Sniffer
At one point I passed out. I woke up with him dragging me around by my prolapsed asshole. I smelled like a urinal. And I looked like something out of a horror movie. I was covered in my blood, his piss and lots of coke. He banged my already battered body against the wall and the furniture. When he thought I had enough, he forced me face down and ass up. I could hear the chimes.
As he fucked my prolapsed asshole, he smashed my head repeatedly into the ground. He would pull my head back towards him and take turns punching the back of my head and my face with his brass knuckles. If I had not already lost my teeth, surely, I would have in that moment. After he came in my ass, he broke out the steel bat. He pretended to be in spring training and took the bat to my prolapse like it was a ball he needed to hit out of the park.
But he took that bat to my head, tits and ribs too. When our live stream concluded, I could not see or hear much. My eyes swelled close. Every inch of me appeared covered in bruises. I smelled like a urinal. And I could only crawl. But my boy loves me. Gave me enough coke to last the week for my troubles.
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