A single mother having a conversation with her son who keeps asking who his father is. At first I just keep telling you its not worth knowing, but then I get angry for asking constantly and having to hide your true self. I confess I'm addicted to sex and filth and everyone used me like a whore. I then get obsessed with showing my son how much of a whore I am still are despite having to hide it for years. I'm still angry at and start striping, exposing my body and touching myself. Showing off my body and my fuckholes. I start masturbating, telling my son how everyone used to use me and how much I loved it. When I'm done masturbating, I tell my son if he'd just shut up about his father, he could use me too.