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What The Fuck

Chapter 8 by ManRayMansker ManRayMansker

A few hours have ed since the coaching. You’re back in your room trying (and failing) to focus on anything else when the door opens without a knock.

Your mom walks in carrying your old MacBook. She’s still in the short night shirt—nipples clearly visible, hem high enough that her bare ass shows every time she moves. She sits on the edge of your bed, opens the laptop, and turns the screen toward you.

“Watch.”

The video starts. It’s the living-room session with Coach Ramirez. The angle is from slightly behind and to the side of the wooden chair. You can see the back of your head and shoulders, the way you sat frozen while Coach fucked her over the arm of the couch. Your actual face never comes into clear view—just the posture of someone watching. On screen your mom is bent over, gold chain swinging, taking every deep stroke while Coach talks about “watching and learning.” The wet sounds and her moans fill your quiet bedroom exactly as they did live.

She lets it play long enough for the facial and the final look she gave the chair before the clip ends.

Then she opens a new browser tab and angles the screen so you can see the blank OnlyFans creator page.

“I need you to create an so I can this video to my OnlyFans,” she says, completely calm. “It’s perfect for the baby-dick cucking fans. They’ll go nuts, don’t you think? The chair, the way you just sat there, Coach using me while you watched… and no clear face on you, so it’s safe. They’ll eat it up.”

She waits, fingers resting on the trackpad, night shirt still failing to cover the bottom of her bare ass as she sits.

You don’t answer right away.

You sit there staring at the paused frame of yourself in the cuck chair and the empty form beside it, the phrase “baby-dick cucking fans” looping in your head. Every video, every text, every time she called you baby while another man finished on her—now potentially packaged and sold under a category that names exactly what you’ve been reduced to.

You stay silent, thoughts turning over with no clean place to land, while she watches you and waits.

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