I thought my boys only had rape phone sex fantasies, like most horny men. Turns out they wanted to explore a family rape porn fantasy they have had for their mommy since they were little boys. I love my sons, but they are really hardcore and abusive in the bedroom. When my boys fuck they do a ton of cocaine, making them animalistic. Many a girlfriend has cried on my shoulder after my boys have essentially used her. I raised them better than that, but they love to make a bitch cry. Love to film themselves fucking and sharing a girl like she was a piece of meat.
They got in some trouble at a hotel; unable to pay their bill so they called their mommy for some cash. I agreed to go to this no tell motel against my better judgment. I was likely gonna find some poor girl dead or in a pool of vomit, piss, cum and blood. When I got there, the joke was on me. The bitch they planned on violating tonight was me, their own mother. I walked right into a trap. My oldest son slapped me so hard in the face for protesting that he knocked a tooth out. My other sons started grabbing me rather violently. My clothes were ripped from my body, my hair pulled, fingers and fists shoved up my pussy and ass, they even spit on me. I was screaming and begging for mercy. Trying to reason with them that this is not how you treat your mother. I knew they were animals in the bedroom, but up until now, they were animals to some stupid coed, never their mother.
One son gripped my throat so hard, I thought for sure he would crush my trachea. While I was gasping for air, they fisted my cunt and ass, putting two even three fists in me at once, all the while forcing me to suck their cocks. They not only shot loads of hot jizz down my throat but they pissed down my mouth too. The ultimate degradation. My boys were violating me in the worst way. And if that was not shameful enough, they were filming me. This was a far cry from the mother son porn Kay Parker did in the 80s. Despite having all dumped a load down my throat, they were still hard to torture my ass. They forced their cocks into every one of mommy’s holes. My ass and pussy were bloody and swollen like raw meat.
I was crying, pleading for mercy. I couldn’t believe they were forcing their own mother to be a dirty fuck toy. It’s like they forgot they came out of the pussy they were violating. Hours and hours of anal torture, being a human cum dump and toilet, even a breeding whore by the men I brought into this world. I felt abused, violated and humiliated. When their cocks were drained, they kicked me out of the hotel room, naked and bound. My sons are animals. The only reason they did not snuff me out is because they hoped they had bred me. Apparently pregnant porn is a big cash cow too. Not sure if I can handle another family fuck fest like this one.
My fondness for nose candy gets me into some rather painful situations, like ass rape porn shoots. I needed money quick. Blizzards all over the US with extreme temperatures mean I may not be able to get my party supplies as quickly as I want. So, I needed a large sum of money to purchase a quantity that would last me more than a few days. I know this sick underground porn director. He only does hardcore shit-ass rape porn, snuff, torture, scat, four legged friends… He was making a film about the butt rape porn fantasy of a soccer mom. I was perfect for this project. I needed the money for cocaine, but my ass paid a mighty price for my addiction.
I was the only female in the movie. There were over 50 male co-stars. All of which violated my asshole on film. The movie began with an innocent soccer mom curious about anal sex. I started masturbating my ass with a dildo, but realized I needed something more, something bigger, something throbbing, so I went to a frat house and begged to be anally gang banged. I would never beg to have my ass tortured repeatedly like that, but guys pay good money to see a suburban housewife and mommy have her ass ruined. When it was just one cock at a time ramming in and out of my ass, I was okay, but when the director started ordering the guys to take my ass two, three, even more at a time, I was screaming in pain. My ass was bleeding. In fact it was gaping open so much, the men could get several fists up my ass at once. And they did that and more. Baseball bats, wine bottles, feet, aerosol cans, rolling pins….anything thick and long they could cram up my ass, they did.
The camera caught my screams, my fear, my humiliation. I had to suck my blood and shit off of cocks and foreign objects. I had to take copious amounts of cum. In fact I was forced to shit the cum out of my ass and lick it off the floor like a dirty animal. By the time the movie wrapped, I suffered a complete anal prolapse. My anus was outside my ass instead of inside. I couldn’t sit or wear jeans. Blood covered my thighs, my ass was black and blue, I was so weak I had to crawl to my car. Then I couldn’t sit to drive. But I had $500 cash in my purse, and my dealer was going to meet me at my place. Didn’t matter that my ass was forever ruined.
What kinky, taboo, nasty things would you do to my ass?
I know I look like a normal suburban housewife. The kind of woman who would be safe babysitting your girls, especially considering I have my own brood. But here is what no one realizes, well no one trapped in suburbia at least. I have a huge drug problem and I am a dirty whore. I love to party and be used. So when someone makes me an unseemly offer, I almost always take them up on it. Like when my dealer offers me unlimited cocaine in exchange for the young teen charges in my care. Those girls mean nothing to me. So, of course, I have no problem slipping some roofies in their hot coco, and pimping them out for some teen rape porn.
After they passed out, my dealer came in the house with his posse. He put ball gags in their mouths and I undressed them. They looked so innocent laying there. One guy was filming everything as the others violated their holes. Guys were grabbing handfuls of little titties; cramming fingers up their asses; and fucking their virgin cunts. When I saw all the blood, I knew they were virgins. Those girls were getting gangbanged by men three times their age, and I just sat there and watched. Most teen girls are nothing but mean girl brats, so I have no problem assisting in their torture. These little bitches were covered in cum, blood running down their thighs, and all I could think about was all the coke I was going to get. The guys even mutilated their pussies. Took a scalpel and sliced their pussy lips. Even pierced their clits. All for the camera too.
They woke up early. I thought I doped them up enough to be out cold for awhile, and I could just clean them up before their parents returned. When they woke up they started screaming and causing a ruckus. My dealer punched each whiney bitch square in the jaw until they passed out. He upped my ante. Let him take the girls and properly dispose of them, and he would throw in 10 grand. That was a no brainer. I could toss the house, make it look like the girls tied me up, had a wild party and disappeared. Teen girls runaway daily in this world. I knew what he was going to do with them. Hot teen pussy is worth a lot of money on the black market. Once sold as sex slaves and transported to Russia or the Ukraine, these little whores would never be found again. No way they could ever rat me out. But, I knew he was going to have some fun with them first. He was not done ruining their tight wholes or inflicting pain.
Once I had my money in my hand, I didn’t give those girls a second thought. And for the right price, I will be your accomplice too. Help you ruin all the young girls you want! Fresh young meat is so fun to play with, don’t you think?
I owe my dealer quite a lot of money. In fact, I have run out of extensions and excuses according to him. “I’ve got nothing of value I can sell,” I told him. He didn’t seem to agree. According to him, I have a few commodities, very profitable ones too. I did not know what he meant until he spelled it out for me. My boys are a cash cow he informed me. If I wanted to settle my debt and obtain more party supplies, I just had to pimp out my boys’ virgin asses for the teen rape porn market. I have long been making money off of my body for decades. Letting guys anally torture my ass; use me as a cum dump and human toilet; breed me; beat me; violate me in the worst ways… All for a fix. But, until now I had never pimped out my offspring.
If I can make good money off selling my boys’ asses for the teen rape porn market, I’d be a fool not to do it. I have two young boys. Virgins. Hairless bodies. Look even younger than they really are. Nice cocks for their ages. Eager to please mommy. I brought them to my dealer’s house to meet a guy willing to pay top dollar for their loss of virginity captured on film for his teen rape porn called “Daddy’s Backdoor Boys.” I brought them to him, naked, on all fours and on leashes to show their submissive nature.
The director wanted to give them an audition. He made them suck his dick. And taking his load in their innocent faces, was not enough for Cecil Demented. He wanted them to fuck their mommy on camera too. I was going to co-star in teen rape porn also. They fucked me at the same time, then they put both cocks up my ass and even fisted me. The director was jacking off the entire time. He said my boys were natural talents, and switch hitters which made them very marketable. They could be violated by daddies and could violate mommies.
I was forced to watch their first movie. A much older man with a huge cock was going to pop their anal cherries while the camera rolled. I did lines of coke while I watched a man older than their daddy shove his cock up their virgin asses, then fist them. They screamed in pain. Begged mommy to help them, but I just sat their telling the old man to pound their asses harder. I even yelled, “Make them bleed.” In the end, no pun intended, they are mine to use how I see fit. If I can clear my substantial drug debt making their tiny teen asses gape and bleed, why not? I’ve been used all my life from my daddy to my husband to my oldest son to my masters. And for far less money.
My baby boys are about to follow in their momma’s footsteps. Do you like teen rape porn? I got two boys for hire. For some party supplies, I will let you do whatever you want to them. Even if it means snuffing them out.
My son is very particular about who fucks me. He has no problem pimping me out, but it is usually for profit, to settle a debt, or for a special occasion to a best bud. He was not at all happy to discover that a revival had kidnapped me, and was keeping me captive in his dungeon. For days, Master Roberto forced me to perform all sorts of sex acts on him. All the while taking pics and sending them to my son with messages like, “She’s my bitch now,” and “You can’t protect your women.” Their rivalry with women goes way back. I never liked him. Even as a little boy he was a sick cruel fuck. I never told my son that once during a sleepover, he came into my room and violated my ass with a baseball bat. My son would have murdered him.
My son is smart, smarter than Roberto. Recognized the dungeon from the photo he texted him. He showed up to claim what was his, me. Roberto acted like it was all a joke. It may have been to him, but not to my son. My son swung a tire iron at his head, knocked him out, and grabbed his phone. My son’s hands covered in blood, he scrolled through the pics of Roberto forcing himself on me. He cut me down as I was suspended upside down. My son kissed me, then realized I had Roberto’s cum on my face. The fact that he came in and on me meant Roberto had to die. He violated his mother, a sin punishable by death in Italian communities.
I helped tie him up. My son drove us to the marina, where his boss keeps his boat. We borrowed it. Took that boat out far enough that a body would never wash up on shore. This boat had a fishing plank, so my son made him walk the plank to his death. But to make it more interesting, my son cut off Roberto’s dick first. Let him get covered in blood, then stuffed his dick in his mouth and forced him off the boat. The sea was turning red with his blood. Schools of scavenger fish were circling him. Rumor has it that piranhas are in that part of the ocean. Regardless, he was gonna drown, bleed out or be dinner to the oceanographic life and never be a problem for me or my son again.
My son and I watched him struggle, his head bobbing up and down for several minutes while the blood ran out of him, while he was dinner for the local wildlife. My son even snapped a few pictures of him drowning. My son kissed my forward and said, “You’re MY slave, don’t ever forget it,” or you will rest with the fishes too.
My master instructed me to get three of my prettiest girlfriends together and come to his warehouse for a special party. I was so excited because normally I am alone in his warehouse being beaten and humiliated, not partying with my besties. I should have known better. Master is not a benevolent sort. As soon as I arrived, we were all shoved in cages. Master had a female accomplice this time. The warehouse was set up with camera equipment, this was a first.
I looked at my friends, apologized. I had no idea what was in store for us. “Snuff porn,” master said. I brought my girlfriends to their death I feared. I screamed, yelled, pleaded for their mercy. But one by one, he plucked them from their cages and forced me to watch as he killed my friends. Tortured, mutilated and snuffed out, the only female friends I had.
Sandy was first. A sweet innocent soccer mom. Unlike me, she never fucked her offspring. She was a bored trophy wife who thought we were going dancing and drinking. And now she was tied to chair being fucked by a big sharp knife. The knife slid in and out of her pussy, shredding her vaginal wall. Blood poured out between her legs. She was screaming in pain. Master put the knife in her ass, she screamed even more. His accomplice was filming her being gutted. I was screaming for her. Master didn’t care. He wanted it real. There was nothing more real than her pain, her tears, her blood, her death. He shoved the knife in her face, killing her.
Cindy got strapped down to a table and cut a thousand times. Shoved a knife in her stomach, split her open like an animal. Her insides spilled out on the table. I threw up at the sight. I brought my friend to her death. I brought them all to their death. She died looking at me. Joy was the last pulled from her cage. Master put her in a box, slit her throat and filmed her bleeding out. He completely drained her while the camera caught the life literally running out of her. He then jacked off on her bloody, lifeless tits.
I thought I was the next to die. I was not so lucky. Master has other plans for me. I am to bring him girls for his snuff porn films. Every week I bring him at least one girl to kill and I get to live. A lot of women are going to die because of me. Better them than me.
I answered an ad in the Backpages for a mommy model. Sounded innocent enough. Pay was good. Would help me buy party supplies. I meet this young guy at his family cabin. When I arrived, he looked normal, but the cabin was obviously abandoned, as were all the cabins nearby. I was in the middle of nowhere. No one would hear me scream. “What had I gotten myself into,” I thought.
I ignored my gut, second mistake. First mistake was agreeing to meet a total stranger in an abandoned cabin. When I entered with him, it was set up as a studio, but rest of the place was creepy and dilapidated. He gave me $1000 upfront and told me to undress. I thought to myself since he paid me I was probably safe. We began taking a few soft core pics. He excused himself to get some more film. I waited on the bed for him. I felt a blunt instrument hit me from behind. I fell forward on the ground. He grabbed me by the throat and dragged me into another room. Strung me up and started whipping me.
He whipped me suspended for hours. When he cut me down, he dragged me by the hair back into the other room, blindfolded me and told me I better be ready for some ass rape porn, because he hired me for torture sex . I did not sign on for this. He had camera equipment set up to film him violating my ass. He started off just fucking me, but made sure I understood that he was just priming my ass for more torture. I guess I was screaming too much and he put a gag in my mouth. Turns out the gag was because he knew that I would really be screaming for the next phase.
He started fisting me, double fisting me actually, A fist in my cunt and ass at same time to stretch me out further. He said his audience loves a gaping asshole. I was tight and he needed to change that. When his hands didn’t result in the gaping ass he wanted, he shoved his foot up my ass. That hurt more than anything he had done yet. I’d never had a foot in my ass. His foot was way bigger than his cock. I was crying , screaming. When he was done, my ass was gaping open. He seemed pleased with his work. He got the camera right up to my ass to show off my hole. Then I felt cold metal against my ass. I gulped in fear. A steel hook in my ass. I felt blood trickling down my thighs. The pain was awful. He fucked me with a cold metal hook. Mutilated my ass. The longer he fucked me, the more I bled. I saw the blood pooling underneath me; I started to shake, get light headed. Next thing I knew, I passed out.
I woke up covered in blood, in excruciating pain, gagged, with a metal hook in my ass. Like the cabin I was in, I had been abandoned. Left to die in the woods. My cell phone was in front of me, so I could call for help, if I could only get a signal….
I was set up on a date. I should have known he was too good to be true when he showed up with flowers and candy. We had a nice meal, he bought us several bottles of expensive wine. We danced. It was all like a page out of a Nicholas Spark novel. That should have been my red flag. Very little romance left in the world. I foolishly agreed to go back to his house for a night cap. That is when I met Dr. Jekyll. I was not even to the couch yet, when he grabbed my arm, pulled me back and slapped my face. He said to me, “You are a worthless whore. Be prepared to act like one.” He threw me on the couch. Pulled his cock out that was already rock hard and started skull fucking me. Grabbed me by my hair and shoved me down on his cock until I gagged. Usually I can handle rough oral, but he was restricting my breath. I accidentally nipped his cock with my teeth as he was skull fucking me so hard.
“You like it rough bitch,” he quipped. He smashed my face into his coffee table. I started bleeding immediately. The blood gushing out my nose turned him on further. He violated more than just my mouth. He ripped my panties off, shoved them in my mouth, and forced his dick in my ass. Hands around my throat choking me as he fucked my ass. After he shot his load up my ass, he kicked my ass, thrusting me down on the ground. He stood over me as I laid there battered and bloody and pissed in my face. He finished by spitting on me.
He told me I had 5 minutes to get out of his house or he would do it all over again. I scooped up my clothes and ran from the house. I knew he was too good to be true. Men never treat me that well.
How do you want to treat me?
“Fucking Merry Bloody Christmas,” is what he said when he walked in the room. There were several of us there, bound and gagged, awaiting our fate. Twelve girls to be exact. He had kidnapped 12 random girls for his Twelve Days of Bloody Christmas. We were his Christmas presents. All I knew was that we were in the woods somewhere, secluded from civilization. No one to hear our screams. No one to care. For some reason I was being saved. I was his favorite. Lucky me, not. He and his friends beat me daily. Choked me, slapped me, cut me, sodomized me. Made me watch as they mutilated and or killed the other girls. One a day.
Their favorite way of celebrating Bloody Christmas was with knives. I watched one girl be forced to fuck her cunt with a knife. She had to bend over in front of them and put the sharp knife in her cunt. They threatened her with death if she didn’t. Her pussy was gushing blood. Her girl parts completely shredded. So mutilated I could not fathom her ever fucking again. That was the purpose. To mutilate a whore’s instrument.
Another girl had to sit on a dirty old toilet and impale her cunt with a knife sharpener. It was long, sharp and had a coarse body. I could only imagine the pain she felt as her vaginal wall was shredded and her female organs impaled. Blood gushed out of her pussy. I was scared. I knew eventually they would grow tired of fucking and beating me and want to make me a part of their Bloody Christmas.
I was tied to a bed where they brutalized my ass as I watched them force girls to mutilate their bodies. I could see out a darkened window just a tad. The creek behind the cabin was a crimson red. I guess that’s where the not so lucky girls end up. I knew my fate would be bloody, maybe even the bloodiest of them all. For whatever reason, they deemed me the Queen of the Whores. Fucked me like a whore for days. Beat me like a whore for hours at a time. Forced me to watch the carnage they inflicted on the other girls. Left me tied to a bed soaked in my own blood as they cut and sliced my flesh.
There are three days left of Bloody Christmas. I suspect, I will be the last victim. I prayed for death. The dead girls were lucky.
Do you enjoy torture sex? My dominant son has been torturing me for years and he gets off knowing I share our sick twisted exploits on phone calls. He said it makes me a victim twice over. A few weeks ago, he found out I had seduced a young boy on the block. I am a hot MILF after all. Apparently my son installed a nanny cam in my bedroom so he knew all the dirty perverted things I let that much younger man do to me.
My payback for being a dirty whore was to have my holes tortured. My son doesn’t like having a slutty mommy who fucks anyone. I think he just doesn’t like me fucking anyone but him and his friends. As he was binding my limbs, he took a cattle prod to my pussy, electrocuting my clit. He looked me right in the eye as he was singeing the flesh from my pussy and said, “You are a dirty P-mommy, you deserve pain, not pleasure.” He added, “If you can’t use it properly, you shouldn’t have it.” Then, he held the cattle prod so hard on my worthless clit that it ripped from my pussy. He laughed as I screamed in pain.
Blood was running down my thighs as my son flipped me over to expose my worthless ass. He shoved a speculum in my asshole, cranked it wide and spit in it. He knew I let that young boy cum in my tight ass and he was so livid he decided to mutilate my ass too. He lit a Churchill cigar, which is a long son of a bitch, and fucked my ass with it, flicking ashes deep inside me. The embers seared my anus. I didn’t think I could hurt anymore when he took the cattle prod and fucked my ass with it. My rectum was on fire. The pain was agonizing, but I knew I deserved it. I knew I was a worthless dirty perverted mommy that needed punished for corrupting young boys. My son then fucked my bloody tortured holes. His cum burned my torn and battered fuck holes. He got off so hard hurting me. That’s all that matters.
Women like me need strong masters to keep us in our place. I am a torture doll. I need punished daily for I am weak. I fornicate. I have dirty thoughts. I am insolent. Would you be my Master too?
