I’m his Mommy. He is eight.

My eight year old son is in his bed, and I am lying with him. All night I have been f****** him up the b** with a polished steel d****. In, one, two, three, Out, one, two three, Again. Mommy, please, it hurts! No, son, bend over, pretty p****** down, b** up, learn to take a big c*** up the b**. In, one, two, three, Out, one, two, three. Again…

My eight year old son has to learn to like his b** being stretched, entered, penetrated, fucked hard as nails. He has to love the 7″ r***** c*** even though it really hurts. When my p*** r***** boyfriend visits, my son will either submit willingly to the 7″ r***** c*** — pretty p****** off, bend over, keep still — or he will be beaten with a school stick and made to submit to it. Either way he will be fucked hard.

Your p****** are very s*** and pretty. Boys should wear pretty p******. My p*** r***** boyfriend is going to love your pretty p******. His c*** will rise when he sees them stretched tight over your p**** and testicles. Bend over, keep still, In, one, two, three, Out, one, two, three. Again…

My p*** r***** boyfriend has a key to the side door of the house. He will arrive in about half an hour. He will walk in and get his 7″ r***** c*** out. The c*** will be hard, straight, ready to be pushed into my son’s tight b**. The polished steel d**** is practice, the real thing won’t be long now.

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