My husband is away on business, so I live with my son. I was worried because my son was using bad language, probably because he was in his teenage years. My fears were realised, as my son criticised a band his classmates were in. The angry classmates turned their fangs on me, his mother, instead of their son. No matter how much I apologized, I was never forgiven, and every day I was violated as their sex toy, and they poured semen into my vagina...