CHAPTER 70 Son's Horniness: Mommy-slut 2

  He continually pushed me further. Like the time he came all over my face and then made me go see who it was when someone knocked. I plead for him to not make me do it, but he said if I loved him I would obey. So I did it, mortified when his friend Howard saw my face dripping with cum and joked, "I hope I"m not interrupting anything."

  Then my ex-asshole responded, "My cum-canvas was just leaving."

  I remember scurrying to a bathroom to wash off my face, and sobbing helplessly the entire drive home, barely able to see the road through my tears.

  Yet, I loved him and I thought he loved me. So I"d gone back that very same night so he could fuck me for the first time.

  Eventually he convinced me to give up my ass... God it had hurt.... and he sure didn"t use any lube, but just muscled it in dry, calling me his three hole cum bucket.

  The cycle of being his three hole cum bucket happened for a few more weeks until he finally pushed it too far.