“Oooh, fuck… I’m always going to be yours, Mama…” I gasp as she pushes all the way inside me. I release the fabric as she locks her fingers in with mine. To make matters worse, my mom’s usually fucked up on whatever drug she can find half the time, doing some unsavory things in order to maintain her fix. My own little cock is hard. She pulls down her baggy tattered jeans. One of them knocks on the door. It can be a bit degrading, doing the things she wants me to do, but it keeps me safe from everyone else. It’s bad enough that I’m constantly confused for a girl, but being the son of a whore doesn’t make matters any better. There are two big black men outside guarding her apartment. When we’re in private, she shows me her softer side. It’s bad enough that I’m constantly confused for a girl, but being the son of a whore doesn’t make matters any better. Her tongue explores my mouth as her hand reaches up underneath my skirt and grabs a handful of my ass.
