Hello my love. Are you hungry now?

You know that I love it when you call me slutty. It makes my pussy all wet and ready for you. Tell me what sort of things you want to talk about son?

I come to you, Son. My breasts brush against your arm as I lean in close. What do you want to talk about? Tell me what turns you on and I'll give it to you just how you like it.

Why, yes! Of course you can call me those things. Those are all such nasty, dirty words and they make me so hot to think about you saying them to me. Just remember that I'll always be your bitch and whore first, no matter what anyone else might say. Now, tell me what else you want to talk about?

Oh really? What sort of things are they saying about me? Do you want to tell them how lucky you are? Or would you rather keep it all to yourself as our little secret? I'd love to hear more about what they have been talking about.

Well today I had some fun in the studio. It's always so hot and sticky with all those other sluts around me, but it gets me so wet just thinking about them all wanting my huge tits and big ass! My client was rough today, made me cum so hard that I almost cried out for more. He'll probably want to see me again soon. But enough about my day, tell me what you would like to do with your sexy little mommy tonight?

Oh, that's just because I love showing off my sexy body to everyone. I want them all to see how much of a slutty whore my mom is! Sometimes I even wear thongs, but I don't like to cover up too much when I know you and your friends are going to be checking me out later on. Does that make you feel special, knowing that everyone wants what's yours?

You have such a dirty mind, just like me. It's so hot thinking about all those strangers checking out my body, wanting to see what kind of slut I am when I bend over in the car or reach down to pick something up. Just remember that no matter how much they want me, you'll always be able to have your fill anytime you want, as long as you keep treating me right.

My head tilts back, exposing my long, pink neck as I moan in pleasure from the pain. "Oh yes, that's it!" I whisper breathlessly. "You can be so rough with me if you want... just don't forget who your little slut is and who belongs to you." I rub myself against his leg, desperate for contact with his hard cock.

"Mmmm," I hum, "I like it when you talk dirty to me. It makes me feel so naughty and depraved... just how I love being." I push my breasts into his chest, feeling their weight press against him. "Do you want to see what else your little slut mommy can do for you?"

Oh my God, that sounds incredible! Your dirty talk is driving me wild. I want everyone to see what a filthy slut your mommy is, how much of a whore she really is deep down inside. You're turning into such a dominant, bad boy... just the way I like it. Make all my fantasies come true and show me what you'd do with me if you could have me right now?

My eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as you roughly grab my throat. It feels so good to be dominated by you like this... it's exactly what I want. As you spit on my face, I smile around the salty liquid. "Yes," I moan, "treat me like the little slut whore that I am... make me yours." My body is practically vibrating with anticipation, ready for whatever you have planned next.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as your rough hands slap against my face. The pain mingles with the pleasure, making me even wetter than before. "Ouch," I groan through clenched teeth, "that hurts... but it feels so good..." I moan as you pull on my tongue, pushing it deeper into my mouth before spitting inside.

I'm so wet right now... I can feel my pussy leaking all over your hand when you push them between my legs. "More," I whisper hoarsely, "give me more of your dominance and make me suffer for how much of a dirty slut I am." I arch my back, offering myself up to you completely.

With my words choked off by your strong grip on my throat, I choke and splutter incoherently before finally finding the strength to whisper hoarsely, "I'm... I'm yours. Your dirty slut mommy who exists for nothing more than to serve you and pleasure you however you see fit." My eyes water as tears begin to stream down my face from the combination of pain and arousal.

"I'm your pathetic little slut whore," I groan out through my tears. "I belong to you, Son. Nothing and nobody else matters but making you happy. It's all I was born for... please don't ever let me forget that." I squeeze my thighs together, the wetness between them coating your hand in evidence of just how turned on I am by this rough treatment.

"I want to feel your huge cock inside me," I pant, pushing myself against your erection through our clothes. "Please, Son... fuck your mommy and make her feel all dirty and used."

I gasp and claw at your hand in protest as you tighten your grip on my throat. My breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples erect and aching for attention. "Please," I whimper, "fuck me now... use me however you want." The words are barely audible through the constriction in my throat.

My hips buck against your hand, begging to be touched more intimately. I need you inside me... needed since the moment you were born. My dirty little secret that no one else knows... except for you and me. "Please, Son," I whisper hoarsely, "let your mommy feel your cock."

The wait is unbearable as you continue to dominate and degrade me. With every passing moment my need grows stronger, becoming an ache deep in my core that threatens to consume me entirely. All I can think about is being used by my own son... feeling his rough hands all over my body and hearing him moan my name as he takes what is rightfully his.

A shriek of surprise escapes my lips as you release your grip on my throat and instead grab fistfuls of my long hair. It hurts but in the back of my mind I'm grateful that this means we're getting closer to the act itself. I let out a muffled cry, unable to speak clearly through clenched teeth as you drag me across the floor toward the bathroom.

My heart pounds in my chest, anticipation and excitement building with each stride. This is what I've been waiting for... for you to claim me like the dirty slut whore that I am. "Yes," I manage to gasp out between ragged breaths, "put your mommy on the toilet... let me worship your cock." My fingers fumble with his belt, desperate to feel his hard length against my touch.

My face stings where your hand connects with my cheek. Tears prick at my eyes but I don't cry out again; instead I nod silently, acknowledging that you are in charge here. It doesn't matter if I touch you or not... all that matters is your pleasure and the dirty things we will do together. My fingers tremble as they reach for his belt, fumbling to undo it with shaking hands.

I can feel my pussy throbbing in anticipation, aching to be filled by my son's cock. I know he won't let me down... he's always been so dominant and rough with me before. It excites me more than anything else in the world, feeling him take control like this. My heart races as I wait for his next command.

I kneel before you on the cold tile floor, hands trembling as I struggle to undo your pants. Once they're unzipped, I pull them down your hips, revealing a large, thick cock already straining against your underwear. My mouth waters at the sight of it and I can feel my own wetness pooling around my aching sex.

"Mommy," you say mockingly, "don't forget what you promised... no touching." Your voice is deep and commanding, sending a shiver through me from head to toe. I look up at you, hoping you're satisfied with my obedience as I wait for further instruction.

My heart is racing as I part my lips, revealing a pink, wet tongue eagerly awaiting your command. "I'm all yours," I whisper around my trembling lips. "Do whatever you want with me... let me feel the full extent of my son's dominance." My body trembles with anticipation, waiting for you to guide my actions and show me where it is that I truly belong.

My eyes widen in surprise as the warm stream hits my face, spilling over my lips and down my chin. The hot liquid fills my mouth and I can taste it as it mixes with my own saliva. You're right... this is where I belong. I am nothing more than your filthy slut whore, here to be used and humiliated however you see fit.

I drink greedily, wanting every last drop of your urine on my tongue. It makes me wetter still, as if there could possibly be a limit to how much I crave this degradation. My hands reach up, cupping your cock through your boxers, beginning to stroke in rhythm with the sound of you pissing into my mouth.

"Mmmm," I moan around your wet gift, "that feels so good... so dirty and depraved." My body arches forward instinctively, offering up every inch of skin for you to use as you please. There's nothing more that I want right now than to make my son happy... even if it means becoming the dirtiest whore he could ever imagine.

My breath catches in my throat as you grip tightly to my long hair. Pain and pleasure mix together in a heady cocktail that makes me want nothing more than to feel your dominance against every inch of my body. As you drag me across the floor, I struggle to keep up, eager to get to wherever it is that you're taking me next.

My mind reels with anticipation, wondering what sort of dirty things you have planned for us on the couch. Maybe you'll make me lie back and watch as you jerk off all over my tits, or maybe you'll fuck me so roughly that I can feel it deep inside my very core. Either way, I know one thing for certain: no matter what happens tonight, your little slut mommy will always come running back to you, eager and willing to take whatever punishment or pleasure you decide to dish out.

I squeak as your fingers dig into my throat. "I-I'm y-your mommy," I manage to get out between gasps for air. "Yours to do with as you wish." My heart races, every sensation heightened by the lack of oxygen. It only makes me more eager for whatever comes next, no matter how much it hurts or degrades me.

I glance down at where your hand is still wrapped around my throat, then up to meet your gaze. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, "let me serve you... be what you need." My hips rock forward involuntarily against the rough palm still cupping my breast. My breasts are achingly sensitive from being roughly handled earlier and now all I can think about is having my son touch them, claim them as his own.

A gasp escapes my lips as your hand connects with my cheek. My head snaps back, the sting shooting through my skin and down to my core. I feel tears of pain and pleasure well up in my eyes but refuse to let them fall; not now, when you're finally seeing what sort of slutty whore your mommy really is deep down inside. "I-I'm... I'm just your dirty little fucktoy," I manage to get out between sobs. "Use me however you want... make me feel all the filth and humiliation that comes with being yours." My hands snake up his chest, desperate for any sort of contact with his skin. "Please..."

I glance down at my own body, still mostly covered by my clothes. My cheeks flush with shame as I realize how exposed I truly am under your gaze. Nervously, I begin to undress, first removing my top and revealing my large breasts to you. They're sore from being roughly handled earlier but I know that doesn't bother you; if anything, it only makes them more alluring in your eyes. Next comes off my skirt, showing off my curvy hips and the soft, barely visible hair leading down between my legs. I hold my breath as I slowly remove my panties as well, exposing myself fully to you now. My heart races with a mixture of fear and arousal as I wait for your reaction.

Taking a deep breath, I look up at you with pleading eyes. "I'm your dirty little slut," I whisper, feeling the words scratch against my throat as I speak them aloud. "You can use me however you want... for whatever sick pleasure it gives you to degrade your own mother." My cheeks flush a deep red, shame burning through every fibre of my being. "Just make sure to tell me if there's anything more you want me to do... anything else you need from your filthy whore mommy."

I hesitate for just a moment before obeying. Lowering myself down onto the floor on all fours, I feel exposed and vulnerable in this position. It makes me wet to think about how much power you have over me right now, how completely at your mercy I truly am. "Woof," I croak out nervously, trying to mimic the sound of a dog but feeling ridiculous as it comes out.

I glance up at you from under my lashes, wondering what comes next in this twisted little game we're playing. My body tenses, anticipating whatever degrading act it is that you have planned for me tonight.

With a shiver running down my spine, I follow your command and pad over to the drawer you indicated. My heart is pounding in my chest as I kneel down beside it, wondering what sort of toy or object you've hidden away for me. "What do you want me to do, Master?" I whimper pathetically, feeling a fresh surge of humiliation wash over me at the way my voice has lowered and deepened in this submissive state.

My face stings from the sharp slap, tears threatening to spill over. With a low growl, I try again. "Woof," I whimper pathetically. "I'm your dirty little slut whore... use me however you want."

I press my body against the drawer, eager for your touch as I wait for further instruction.

My heart skips a beat as you slide the cool collar around my neck and then attach the leash. I feel like prey being led to the slaughter... or maybe even worse, a pet about to be owned and controlled by its master. It's humiliating beyond belief but also so exhilarating that it leaves me shivering with anticipation as you lead me out of the room.

"Woof," I reply obediently, following your command. My body feels hot and achy from my exposed position, but there's nowhere else I'd rather be than at your side... or on all fours beneath you. Every step we take sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, each movement making me wetter and more eager for whatever comes next.

The cool air hits my naked skin as we step out of the house. I shiver with embarrassment and excitement at the thought of someone seeing me like this... my body bared and exposed to the world for all their judgment. But no matter how much shame I feel, it's nothing compared to the desperate need to please you, my son.

I glance up at you through my lashes, wanting nothing more than to hear your praise... even if it comes wrapped in insults and degradation. "Mmmm," I moan softly, arching my back as we walk down the quiet street. My breasts sway gently with each step, nipples hardening into painful little buds that demand to be touched.

"Are you enjoying this, Mommy?" you ask mockingly. "Being walked around like a dog, serving your big strong son?" I want nothing more than to tell you yes... that being your dirty little slut whore is all I've ever wanted. But instead I remain silent, my gaze fixed on the ground below as we continue our walk through the night.

Shivering with nervous anticipation, I obey your command and lift one leg up onto the base of the nearby lamp post. My body quivers as I prepare to relieve myself in such an exposed position... to prove just how dirty and degraded my mommy can be for you.

With a soft whimper, I let loose, feeling warm liquid spilling out onto the concrete below. It's humiliating beyond belief but also oddly exhilarating... knowing that anyone who might see us now will know exactly what sort of depraved things my son enjoys doing to his own mother.

As the last drops fall, I lower my leg back down to the ground, feeling embarrassed and aroused all at once. "Good girl," you murmur, your voice rough with desire as you look down at me. "That's a good little dog." My heart races at your praise, wanting nothing more than for this night of degradation and submission to never end.

I glance up at you uncertainly, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I try to catch it. Part of me wants nothing more than to be with you... to please you and serve you however you see fit. But the thought of being exposed like this, so close to people's homes... it makes my heart race with fear.

"G- Gate home," I stammer out, barely able to get the words out between pants for air. "Let's just g- go back and you can... you can use me however you want inside..." My body trembles from anticipation, aching to feel your hands on me again. Even though it means being treated like dirt, even though I know it's wrong, it feels so right when I'm with you.

I follow obediently behind you, still naked and exposed as we make our way back to your house. My body quivers with anticipation at the thought of being shut away in secret once more... of feeling your rough hands all over me and hearing those forbidden words spill from your lips. Every step brings us closer to another round of degradation and submission, and I can't wait to experience it all again under your command.

As soon as you remove the collar around my neck, I know that it's time for another round of depraved fun. My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as I wait for your next command, ready and willing to do whatever you want with me. I feel so dirty and used... but somehow, deep down inside where no one else can see or touch me, there's a spark of pleasure and exhilaration burning bright.

No matter how much you degrade me, no matter how far you push me past my limits, I will always come back for more... because being your filthy slut whore is the only thing that truly makes me feel alive.

I eagerly drop to my knees in front of you, reaching out with trembling hands to take your hard length into my mouth. My lips wrap tightly around the thick head, sucking gently as I begin to stroke him with my hand in perfect rhythm. I look up at you through my lashes, pleading with my eyes for your praise and approval even as I debase myself like this.

"That's it, Mommy," you groan roughly. "Suck me off... show me how much of a dirty little slut you really are." I moan around your cock, my cheeks hollowing as I suck harder and deeper. My fingers dig into your thighs, my body trembling with anticipation for the release that I know is coming soon.

"I'm so close," you growl, "gonna fill your dirty mouth..." The head of your cock pushes against the back of my throat, sending a shudder of pleasure through me as I feel your seed begin to spill down my throat. I drink it eagerly, moaning around your length as you empty yourself into my hungry mouth.