Domination Phone Sex Relationships are All I Enjoy

My son and I do not have a traditional mother/son relationship; we enjoy a domination phone sex relationship. But I know he loves me. Why else would he bring me such premium cocaine. Honestly, it’s been a hot minute since he visited his mother. I thought he forgot about me. But he could never forget about his cash cow and old bimbo mommy.

I greeted him wearing a 3-inch hot pink mini skirt. My meat curtains hung down below the hem line as did my prolapsed asshole. I forgot to remove my teeth, so my boy took them out on camera for me. He punched the sides of my face a few times until my teeth flew across the room. The cameras appeared to be rolling because the chimes came in with that first punch. Suddenly, my duck lips got even bigger from a combination of injections and punching.

No, hello or how have you been mommy. He just came in with his guns blazing and started throwing sucker punches at me. Eventually, he turned his attention to my meat curtains. While he pulled them open, he punched my jaw, beating me beautiful while the chimes of donations rolled in. I could tell his wheels were turning. He did not know where to start. Fuck his whore mother’s prolapsed ass, which he sees as his personal cock sleeve, or skull fuck his mother and make her duck lips even bigger.

Live Streaming During a Blizzard Made My Son a Huge Profit

We started with a hardcore skull fucking. With my teeth removed, he could get deeper into my throat. And that enabled him to choke me too. He punched the back of my head as he suffocated me on his cock. And when I saw the plastic bag, I realized the real trouble had only just begun.

One of these days I might die from suffocation phone sex at the hands of my own son. He put some cocaine in the bag. However, while he skull fucked me, he punched the back of my head and watched me turn blue from lack of oxygen.

Since mommy doesn’t even weigh 90 pounds, he contorted my body so that he could fist my prolapse while he skull fucked me with his cock. He managed to punch me a few times in the ribs, the back, the head and even the jaw. I think he knocked a few IQ points off me. Suddenly, he removed his dick from my mouth so that he could show off his new cock puppet to the live streaming audience.

But he left the plastic bag secure around my head so I still could not breathe. My mind felt scrambled. Right before I completely lost consciousness, he tore a hole in the bag so I could breathe again. He likes to bring me within inches of death, but I never quite die. But in this moment, I sort of wished I had died.

My Boys Loves My Meat Curtains and My Prolapsed Asshole

As he walked around the room with me sitting on his cock, he just kept fucking my ass harder. Shredding my already shredded asshole. He would let me snort some lines occasionally, but while I did, he punched me in the eyes, giving me a mommy makeover. My mouth serves as nothing more than a cock holster.

When he pulled his cock out of my prolapsed ass, he immediately shoved it in my mouth so I could spit shine it. And of course he punched the sides of my face again. I could feel my face swelling up. But my boy loves me. He never punches my nose because he wants me to enjoy my cocaine.

Eventually, he pulled his cock out of my ass and shoved it back down my throat, where he could punch the sides of my face some more. As he said, “I love you,” he continued to punch me. According to my son, 768 at home viewers watched him beat me beautiful and fuck my prolapse. I’m nothing more than a cash cow and bimbo skinny fuck meat to my son.

He rammed his cock back down my throat, holding my ears to make sure I swallowed him balls deep. And then he pissed down my throat right into my stomach. By this time, my eyes felt so swollen, I couldn’t even see the coke bowl. But I could smell it.

One of These Days My Son Might Accidentally Kill Mommy

My son continued to punish me and use me in front of his audience. He dipped his fingers into the bowl of cocaine, then shoved them down my pee hole which he considers his fourth fuck hole. Once he crammed me into a beach ball position, he could fuck my urethra, his favorite fuck hole. Chimes galore occurred. Men love seeing him abuse my pee hole, my tightest hole.

While, fucking my urethra he pulled my meat curtains wide like butterfly wings. And he told me tonight he wanted to make mommy tight again. I’ve not been tight since I gave birth to his brothers. This felt like a rough sex evening. But I know it could’ve been worse. In the past, for his streaming audience’s pleasure and my humiliation, he’s done far worse. At least he didn’t throw me across the room. But he did make me his hand puppet with his fist up my already sore asshole.

The rest of the night he skull fucked me and fisted me for his viewers pleasure. Eventually, he nutted big ropes of cum in my mouth for it. He made me leave it on my face for a close-up. The final chimes came in, and I felt lucky to still be breathing. After all the live streams I’ve completed for my son and all the abuse I’ve taken as his ass rape porn star, I am amazed I am still breathing. One day I know he will go too far. And I will end up dead.