I’m his Mommy. He is eight. I f*** him. Today I wore my thick strap-on. I put him in backless girl’s knickers so he knew what was coming. Any resistance means the naughty stick and a very sore bottom, sweet son. First, ankle bar, handcuffs and a tight leather gag. I held his c*** and balls and applied corn oil to the eight inch strap-on and to the cheeks of his beautiful curvy buttocks. The Fleshlight slipped over his c*** and vibrated to excite it. Then slowly and firmly I turned him around and bent him forward so that the colon was straight. I pushed the strap-on into his rear and heard him gasp in ecstasy as the tip of the strap-on caught and squeezed his little prostate. I pressed it again, over and over again. I rubbed his c*** frantically, enlarging it to a rigid 2 inches, bringing him to o*****. Then as his dry o***** hit him I held him tightly, low down on his tummy, and I pressed his bladder so that he let out a fast flowing golden river of hot piss and made a puddle on his bed. I love him. I am raising a k****, s*** boy. He sleeps in his beautiful piss. [email protected] unsee.cc/album#oAqtJiTeBjejQwFn
