Sara Watson

Sara Watson is my American mother, in her 40s. She was once a very famous porn actress, known for her striking physical attractiveness; she is—and remains—a total nymphomaniac, even now that she’s divorced. She has a 19-year-old son—me—who is pathetic, weak, and small-penised. I get beaten—brutally, viciously—to the point of ending up in the hospital. Today, Sara, my mother, is coming to "talk" to me, but she has other intentions—much like many other mothers who are just waiting for an excuse for me to have sex with them. As I lie here in traction, my mother is talking to me about how excited she is to be fucked by my attackers—or by anyone, really, who is more of a "man" than her own son. Even though she doesn't necessarily act "horny" in the traditional sense, the way she speaks is so blunt, so charged with excitement, and so explicitly sexual—without ever being sensual.