My son got me addicted to pink cocaine and now I am an even bigger ass rape porn star for him than I was before. Honestly, I did not think I would survive this last violent makeover, but I did. Even if I survived just barely. This pink cocaine is to die for. However, I am trying not to die. And I know my boy loves me. He just needs me to make money. And I am his cash cow.
I showed up at his place with fishnets covering my spindly legs. A short skirt with no panties so my meat curtains and prolapsed asshole hung down below the skirt’s hemline. Boney hips and pelvic bone on display. As well as my great big tits. I am just his skinny old cash cow. And my body serves as his flesh light, especially my prolapsed asshole. When I arrived, he shoved my head in the pink cocaine and zip tied my prolapsed asshole to get it ready for action.
My ass feels more like his torture sex slave than his Flesh Light. This time I remembered to take my teeth out, but he punched the sides of my face anyway because his 674 streaming viewers enjoy seeing mommy destroyed. When he pulled out his violent fuck bench, I knew I was in trouble. But it does have a built-in shelf to hold the bowl of coke. That proves he loves me. He lined it up to be right under my nose. This way when he rammed his big dick in my tender prolapsed asshole, I could tune in and drop out.
My Boy Loves Me Because He Lets Me Do Coke as He Abuses Me
He used rope to bind my legs and my arms to the fuck bench. Added a dental spreader to my mouth enabling him to skull fuck me better. As he went back and forth from skull fucking me to ass fucking me, he punched the sides of my face, the back of my head and my back too. My blowfish lips protruded even more as she pounded the fuck out of my face. I could hear the chimes as he continued to force fuck mommy.
My son punched his mommy head to toe causing my skin to turn various shades of blue, black and purple almost instantly. My big G cups hung over the fuck bench making them easy targets for his rage. When I saw him go for the baseball bat, I knew I was in trouble. Or at least, more trouble. So, I put my head in the vat of coke and braced myself or impact. He swung at both tits with all his might and lopsided my boobs.
He used the bat on my prolapse too like it was a Pinata. But the pink coke kept me numb so my boy could earn some cash. What came next almost killed me. Although I love a plastic bag filled with mommy’s medicine, suffocation phone sex is always a risk. While I attempted to snort coke, I could feel my air disappearing. But I kept snorting the coke like it was a macabre game. In a way, I guess it was.
I am My Son’s Cash Cow And Fuck Meat
He forced open my pee hole, my fourth wonder fuck hole. Once he had my urethra on display, he savagely fucked the tiniest hole I have. The chimes got louder and closer together as our fans enjoyed watching me struggle for air while my son fucked my piss hole. Make up smeared all over my face.
Eventually, he tore a hole in the bag so he could go from fucking my urethra to fucking my mouth. But I still struggled to breathe. He punched me some more while choking and fucking me simultaneously. I am his cash cow. I am his mother. And I am his fuck meat. As he pumped his seed into me, I felt myself turning blue and suffocating. But he did not kill me. Not this time at least.