All my son has for his mommy are violent phone sex fantasies. But they never stay fantasies. He needs his mommy whore to make money. I never mind because he gives me coke. So, I get beat up. So, my asshole prolapses. So, I change colors. I get my coke. Last night, we did a live sex show. Less sex, and more torture. My son is ingenious. He has this podcast system set up with viewers who pay through Bitcoins to watch him do things to his old druggy whore mother. I am not the most attractive woman anymore. I am a skeleton of my former self. Just saggy skin on bones with big fake tits. I look like an 80s trailer park whore. Pancake make-up tries to hide faded bruises and age. My son lets me get high before I must perform for him. I need that coke for the torture sex. He beats me first, so I start turning his favorite colors black and blue and purple. My tits get tied up better than a side of beef. He goes Mike Tyson on my old fun bags too. Last night, he broke one of my saline bags. He choked me leaving a pretty purple mark around my neck. He put a plastic bag over my head to suffocate me too. The worst, however, was when he prolapsed my asshole, put a zip tie around it and fucked my ass from the outside in. That was followed by fisting my pee hole. I know you might think my son hates me, but he does not. He loves me. He needs me. I am his moneymaker. The dings of Bitcoin payments were off the charts last night. I made him more money than ever. Sure, I am battered and sore today, and I am changing colors, but I got coke and earned my son lots of money.
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