It is always torture sex with my son. Sometimes, I think he is addicted to beating me as I am addicted to his coke. But he loves me. Why else would he keep me so high? We live in a transactional world. If my boy gives me a huge bowl of coke, I know I need to help him with a live stream. The holidays are approaching, and everyone needs money. Except for me. I just need coke.
My boy let me get high first before he turned on the camera. I do not mind being his punching bag. He loves to see me purple and blue. His favorite colors. I heard the chimes before he even through his first punch. I think my boy knows what the fans want. They love seeing a snuff porn star beaten black, and blue.
As my face came up from the bowl of cocaine, my boy punched me. Not in the face though. He would never damage my sniffer. But the rest of my body is fair game. The more he punched me the more chimes I heard. He even bounced my head against the wall. Although I did not feel much because of the coke, I heard the ringing in my ears. Perhaps it disoriented me a bit. But my dizziness could have been all the coke I snorted too.
I Enjoy Being My Son’s Punching Bag
The real torture involved my 4th hole. Until he fucked my urethra, I thought I only had three holes to fuck. Nope. My ass used to be his favorite hole. He has fucked my ass so many times, and so hard in the past, I can push out my prolapse on command. And although I did show off my prolapse for my son and his home viewers, my pee hole took the brunt of his anger. My 4th hole is my tightest hole.
Mommy is nothing more than a punching bag. But like I said, I never mind. My boy loves me. He gets me coke. If he needs to use me as his ass rape porn star, destroy my urethra and beat me, so be it. Being his punching bag does not mean he does not love me. Although I am still sore as fuck, my son gave me enough coke to survive a beating from Mike Tyson.
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