In exchange for my skinny powder, my oldest boy makes me his ass rape porn star. I’ve been his cash cow for years now. And my body has begun to show the wear and tear from our encounters. I live on cocaine. My body appears rail thin except for my big fake tits. My son bought me the tits and because of the abuse, he had to get them redone a few times. I am the only woman I know with an outie asshole too.
My son needed cash, so he wanted to live stream our session. As he turned the camera on, I heard the dings. But I remembered to take my false teeth out this time. He spit on my face, then tea bagged me which almost suffocated me with his big balls. As I struggled to breathe, my face began turning purple. But my son just laughed. Tears streamed down my face turning me into a raccoon as my makeup smeared. Suddenly, he pushed me off him. I sailed across the room. However, I landed near the big bowl of coke.
For what seemed like eternity, he pulled me like a rag doll mop across the floor by my prolapsed asshole. Some macabre torture sex game. I would get close enough to the bowl of coke but before I could sniff any, he pulled me back. His coke seemed always just out of reach for this battered old whore.
My Son Teases Me with Cocaine
As the chimes came in from his viewers, he would punch my prolapsed ass. He even stepped on my head. And he forced me to ask the viewers if I could get some coke. So, I pleaded with his at home viewers to let me snort some powder. With coke I can withstand much more abuse, I explained. And finally, he let me bury my face in the bowl of coke.
The only clothes I wore were some frilly schoolgirl white ankle socks. My body started turning various shades of blue and purple. After I got some coke in me, he started punching my soccer ball boobs. Perhaps, they are the only thing remotely perky on my old body.
When he wrapped the chain around my waist, I knew trouble was around the corner. He slipped on some brass knuckles and punched my fun bags until I thought they might explode. Would not be the first time he busted a boob. We played this sick game where he would lasso me with a metal chain and punch my boobs with the brass knuckles as he pulled me closer to him. Some morbid mommy son dance.
As he beat my ass and my prolapsed asshole, the chimes poured in. He but a suction pump on my outie asshole and swelled it up some more. That turned my prolapsed butthole into the perfect cock sleeve for my boy. He appeared to just be warming up. He tied me to the gangbang rape porn bench, and I knew I was in trouble. However, luckily for me, no other guests arrived to abuse my boy’s favorite fuck toy.
My Son Enjoys Teasing Mommy and Hurting Her Fun Bags
He tied my huge tits together under neath the bench. And my legs and arms, he fastened to the legs. I looked like an upside-down V. But he did push the bowl of coke under my sniffer. I watched in horror as he picked up a steel bat. Batter up he said as he hit my shit pipe and tits like he was Babe Ruth. And in between home runs, he dipped his cock in my mouth to skull fuck me with so much force, I thought my neck might break in that bound position.
Once again, the chimes of tips poured in. But he wanted to fuck his cock sleeve, so he pushed his erect cock into my outie asshole. However, in the middle of fucking my prolapsed asshole, my boy ripped me off the bench, tossed me across the room, and put a plastic bag over my head. But he tore a small hole in the side, which I thought was to let me breath a little.
But he put his dick through the hole and pissed into the bag. He did not want suffocation phone sex. He wanted to drown me in his piss. Once his pissed came above my nose I only had one choice. Swallow his piss or drown. So, I gulped his piss down to breathe again. But the chimes multiplied. Next thing I know, my son’s cock is in my piss hole pumping in and out.
A Battered and Bruised Mommy Just Took His Abuse
My boy pumped away at my urethra while shoving his fist up my asshole. My bladder and asshole took a beating. And the plastic bag did not let me breath much. He took turns hitting me in the face and punching my tits. And my eyes started to swell shut, and I think I passed out for a minute. And miss the fun? My son would not allow that. So, he punched me awake. Then he turned me into his sock puppet. With his fist all the way in my cunt, I looked like some lifeless skeleton fuck puppet thrashing about on his hand.
Thankfully, I knew it was almost over. As he took turns punching my head, tits and stomach, his dick dripped precum. Suddenly, he bounced me off the floor giving me a likely concussion. I thought he had finished. The sudden movement felt like he was done with me for the time being. But no. He grabbed my throat, pulled me up off the floor and came down my throat with such force, it felt like a shotgun went off.
Another visit from my son left me battered, swollen and bruised. Every session he gets more and more violent. Perhaps, one day he will visit me, and I will not bounce back.
Killer phone sex becomes more popular as the summer approaches. And I have a theory about that. When it warms up, we see girls and women dressed in less and less. We cock tease men in skimpy outfits and reject them. Men can only take so much rejection before they feel compelled to sink their big dicks into some warm flesh. And I want to be along for the ride. Maybe even help!
