Snuff porn and fireworks anyone? I love the Fourth of July. I am in party mode. Okay, more of a party mode than usual. I blew through my first bag of coke quickly. You would have thought I was Al Pacino in Scarface. I called my son. I knew he would bring his mommy some coke. I also knew that mommy’s ass might pay the price. But who gives a fuck about the price if you are too numb to feel it, right? My son was in the mood to party with his mommy whore even though it was daylight. We had partied together the night before, so this was like a continuation. He wanted to stream our season. I never care. I know the viewers loves his ass rape porn mommy. I was starting to show the black and blue marks from the night before. My asshole was still prolapsed with a zip tie on it. I got in front of the camera after I buried my face in the big bowl of coke. I started twerking my ass so that my rosebud danced. No doubt it was painful, but with all the good coke my son gave me, I was feeling no pain. Not even when he took a cattle prod to it giving it an electrical shock. I felt some pressure discomfort, but no real pain. That was about to change. I thought maybe he would shove fireworks up my ass, but that did not happen. Thank God for small favors. He put a plastic bag over my head and got out the wooden paddle. He played whack a mole with my prolapse. He even whacked my ribs a few times to the sound of astonishing tips from the viewing audience. Once I was suffocating to the point of near collapse, then my son would whack my prolapse and let me come up for air. It was torture sex on me, but I know that is what makes my son all his money. I do not mind being his cash cow if I can be his coke whore too.
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