I love it when she ruins me

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Short poem about incest chastity between Mom & Son
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Momzcage
Momzcage
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I'm wanking ambidextrously
Tryna find some positivity
When unlocked from Mom's chastity
At my shrunken little nub
Mommy's rings still get me hard
But i'm locked stumped & never large
A daily tease of rubbing shiny
My cock retracting all caged & tiny
Plug in my hole & rubbing my bars
Mommy milks me from my ass
She whispers that she'd love to fuck
In front of her chastised cuck
Locked all day & locked all night
Teased & humiliated, shrinking tight
Mommy moans to cum inside her
As she rubs my cage on her vagina
I worship Mom as my one true love
No others could compare enough
Imagine how horrible it'd be to be free
And not locked away in her chastity
Permanently sealed & useless
Never one to make excuses
Who would I be to refuse her
Married Mommy's slave boy
She'll get me hard with her affections
Commands each & every joke erection
I crave her touch & tough attention
Married Mommy's cage toy
I'm 32 & and shrunk to an inch
Thriving off of Mommy's rings
She has me around her wedding finger
Chastised little me

Momzcage
Momzcage
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AnonymousAnonymousover 2 years ago

Oh my, do you need help? If I was your Mom I'd get you straightened out, and an inch is enough. My first boyfriend was tiny but we had fun.

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