One of these days, when my son pays me a visit for live stream, it’s going to turn into a live snuff porn stream. Although he always gives mommy the best pink cocaine, he makes his old whore mother work for it. When he arrived, he found me looking skinnier than normal. I wore a tube top and a leather miniskirt. And I looked like a twig. Just a twig with huge tits. And pancake makeup. I was so happy to see him because I was desperate for coke. He has not been coming around as much lately. And I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
Even though I had my teeth out, he still hit me. He loves hitting his mommy. And turning me his favorite colors of purple, blue, and black. Of course, he brought his streaming equipment because his perverts pay his bills. And I know that those viewing perverts allow him to bring me that fucking awesome pink cocaine. So, once he got a few punches to mommy‘s face out of the way, he forced my face into the big bowl of coke while he set up the streaming equipment.
As I stood in front of the camera in my 8-inch platform shoes, I knew his viewing audience saw me as disproportionate. Big tits and skinny bird legs. You could count my ribs and see my spine too. But what is audience really wanted to see was mommy‘s prolapsed asshole that was hanging below the hem of my leather mini skirt. I swear most days I need to wear a butt plug to keep my asshole where it belongs. However, my son and his viewers love seeing my asshole on the outside of my body.
My Prolapsed Asshole Serves as My Son’s Cock Sleeve
The tips were already coming in because I could hear the chimes. So, my boy punched his favorite ass rape porn star a few more times. Then he made me bend over and shake my prolapsed asshole to the viewers. To my son, my prolapsed asshole is his cock sleeve. His own personal flesh light. He punched me some more, then zip tied my prolapse. At least while he rammed his cock in my prolapsed asshole, he buried my face in the bowl of the pink cocaine.
I’m just a nasty old whore. But to make things more interesting for his audience. He used icy hot as lubrication for his cock. Then he slammed his lubed-up dick in my prolapsed asshole like I was a two-dollar whore. At least my face appeared smothered in pink cocaine. While he power fucked my ass, I snorted as much coke as I could to dull the pain and burning sensation. Ouch. I could still feel my ass burning, even snorting copious amounts of coke.
The show had only just begun. I’m so tiny that he can literally push me into a beach ball position and tie my tits to my ankles, leaving my ass, and cunt exposed for his pleasure. However, before he tied me up, he slammed me on the ground a few times. But my tits saved me because they acted like beach balls. And I bounced right back up only to be pushed back down on the ground again. Like the 90s song, I get knocked down and get up again.
Ouch. No Amount of Coke Dulls all the Pain
My son continued to ragdoll fuck his coke head mommy. And wow, he fucked me in front of the camera, while he also choked me and pounded my head into the floor. For a moment, I thought I might suffocate on his cock. As he fucked my prolapsed asshole, which is his personal cock sleeve, he shoved a fist into my cunt. That stretched out my mudflaps even more as he went elbow deep into my cunt.
He went so far up my barren old womb that he could push my stomach out from the inside. At one point, he lifted me up in the air with just his fist rammed up my cunt. I am his fuck beast. I looked like one of those ventriloquist puppets. According to my boy, I am nothing more than a fuck pig. He even put a piggy nose on me and his viewing audience ate it up.
Thank God for that cocaine. Because there’s only so much abuse an old whore can endure. He let me snort some more of that premium coke before he raised me up in the air again so his audience could see that I am light as a feather. He put a bag over my head with some cocaine in it. It’s one of his favorite games. And his audience loves tipping when they see my make up begin to smear inside the plastic bag as I snort what cocaine is in there and struggle to breathe.
I’m My Boys Cash Cow, Fuck Pig and Hand Puppet
My son really enjoys showing off his favorite fuck puppet. He’s made a lot of money over the years exploiting my cocaine habit. As I struggled to breathe with that plastic bag over my head, I eventually passed out. But of course, my boy punched me back awake. Then tossed my skinny old ass across the room. I woke up as I flew into the wall and fell to the ground. Although I tried to play dead so I wouldn’t have to endure any more abuse, but it didn’t work. He ripped the bag off my head, and I gasped for air.
He just scooped me up and threw me against the wall again. Luckily, these big fake tits helped me bounce off the walls literally. He picked me up by my zip tied, prolapsed asshole, and winded me up like a music box to toss me against the wall again. Pretty sure I sustained a concussion. I prayed that this would all be over soon. But I knew my son had more in store for me.
My son told me that I have four cunts. And when he tells me that I always get scared, even when high as a kite on the coke. At this point, I looked like the poster woman for a battered ladies shelter. He pulled out a speculum, and I almost pissed myself in fear. He cranked open my cunt and showed everyone watching a close-up of my barren womb. And once again, the chimes poured in. He put both fists inside my cunt. But he quickly turned his attention to my fourth hole, which is my pee hole.
According to My Son, I Have 4 Cunts
But he told me to get spread and ready. Then he shoved his cock up my pee hole. And it felt like I pissed glass shards out of my urethra. My tiniest cunt, my tightest cunt, he destroyed for his audience. And for his pleasure and his financial gain. My tiny cunt bled as I screamed in pain. But I know he loves me.
He forced my face into the big bowl of cocaine again to dull that pain. Eventually, he pumped his cum deep inside my pee hole. And he followed that by pissing straight into my bladder. Eventually, I pissed out his pee and his cum before I got to snort some more cocaine.
Consider my son a violent phone sex content creator. And this mommy serves as his muse. Although I survived this, I survived it barely. Days later, I am still pissing blood. And shitting blood too. So maybe I am grateful that his visits seem fewer in between. This gives me a chance to recuperate before he destroys me again.
