I’m his Mommy. He is eight. He has a 1½” c***. My p*** r***** boyfriend’s rigid 7″ c*** is sticking straight out, r***** him hard up the b** as I write.

Lying in my bed I can hear my son crying and squealing as my boyfriend’s 7″ r***** c*** goes in deep. My son’s underpants are on the floor, he is bent over as if for a spanking, and my boyfriend is holding him down and talking dirty to him as the c*** thrusts and r****. My son has wet his bed because of the sharp, searing pain in his b**. I love my boyfriend. When he finishes r***** my little son, he will come and f*** my b** until I scream with the o*****.

Tomorrow my son won’t be able to sit down. He will shift constantly in his seat at school, trying to dodge the pain that throbs in his gorgeous, beautiful, sensitive rear. He fears the 7″ r***** c***, even though the 7″ r***** c*** loves his b** passionately.