Her shoulders were slumped and her chin was on her chest. XXNX “What the fuck are you doing?” she asked more urgently. It felt so good to absolutely exploit another human being as a toy for my pleasure, and the fact that it was my own slut mother just made it even better. She was still crying, though. I leaned back in the chair satisfied and spent. I’m a boxer. I smiled in satisfaction. I could feel her juices on my ballsack, heard the wet squelching as our bodies collided. I caught myself zoning out in class thinking about it, I often got distracted when walking or driving, and took more than one hit in the boxing ring because I had stopped paying attention to what was going on.




















