My mom and her boyfriend of the last five years just broke up. After my parents divorced, mom dated a few guys but settled on Kraut. I was old enough to hate anybody I thought was trying to put back my dad and I admit that I used every opportunity to motor a submarine sandwich between them and despite it all my mom was quite devoted to Krauthead and even more so as the years went on. Now I know why. He and I had been bumbling heads and fighting a lot lately and eventually I convinced my mom to result him. She had to take me over some early guy, right ? So he left a week or two ago and he was pissed off. Yesterday I got this email from him. Please read it and tell me what you think I should do.

Hey Jordan,

Now that your mom and I have split up, I wanted to tell you a few thing. You 're the man of the family now. I know that we have n't always gotten along even at the serious of times and that us breaking up was in large part thanks to you, so I bet you feel pretty pleased with yourself now. Really you 've always hated me and every effort to make us friends. So fuck it. Why bother work the drive ? Instead, I am going to savor fucking with you one last time.

Let me secern you a story about last summer. think of when you came back from your dad 's place ? You had been gone, what, eight calendar week, right ? And you remember your mom had been to that meditation retreat ? And she got that hippie nose ringing and was so spaced out for a few weeks afterward ? She was so relax and smooth from all the time of day of secretiveness ? Remember that shit ? That 's not what happened. That 's just what she wanted to tell you. The truth is your mom spent eight weeks as a sloppy fucktard striver and she was in a state of shock when you got back. She fucked my Friend and she fucked random guy cable, anything I wanted, for eight farseeing hebdomad.

Your mom was just a dehumanized object of her own given will and she really got turned out too. Obviously this is meant to get you really mad, right ? But the better persona of all is that all of it is actually your fault.

Bullshit ? No shit. See you had that English form you were failing. You had that talk with your mom and you promised her that you would n't fail the class because you 'd be spending the summer with your dad and so you could n't attend summer schooltime to pass water it up ? Remember that ? Well your mom believed you. We got into a fight about it. I said you would fail. She said you would n't because you gave your Logos. I laughed at the idea that your word meant anything. That enraged her. So we made a deal.

She wanted me to eat my words. If you passed your English class I would buy you a car. But if you failed, then I wanted something of significant economic value, something you could stack up against the 1000 of dollar that a car would cost. Honestly I got a bargain. She was so earnest and sincere in her faith in her son that she sold her gravitas cheap. We agreed if you failed that she would become my slave for the entire two months that you were gone. So that the instant we dropped you off at the airport, she agreed to forego any independent freedoms without expressed permission.

The maiden thing I did was repeal her exemption to speak. Only animal interference. Grunts. Oinks. You know. See why she was so spaced out when you came household ? She had n't spoken in eight weeks. In fact, she had n't received any esteem in that prison term really. She had agreed to be my property and I did n't bring nice with my new toy. Still do n't believe me ?

You noticed her nipple rings. Even through a bra those big thick-skulled rings are easily spotted, are n't they ? I saw you staring. You never asked her about them, even though they were hanging right there in strawman of your face ? Well I made her get them a longsighted time ago, close to when we started going out. She would say she agreed to what I wanted and that cipher made her do anything. There 's definitely some truth to that, but it 's also true that she flat out refused the idea when I first mentioned it and she did n't like them after she went and got them pierced. She 's stopped bemoaning every time we stretch to a bountiful guage, so I suppose that 's some sort of progress. Over the eight workweek that summer we moved up two sizes of heaviness. That 's why they became so obvious through her shirts. You 're welcome again.

I had all eight workweek planned out to the letter. The import we made the bet I started making intent on how I wanted to make the virtually of my win. That 's how I got her to use all her vacation time finally and I promised that if I lost, if you had passed your class and I bought you a car, as contribution of her counter negotiating against her exemption and dignity that I also take her on a Bahamas cruise. She agreed, of trend. You did n't let me down, boy. You let her down. Way down. Anyway, here is a breakdown of what we did each week that helped contribute to breaking your mom. Sorry I skip out on so many item but you can ask her about it later maybe !

Week 1 : The low hebdomad was all just fun, fuckery, establishing the normal. No speaking unless asked to speak. Surprising how fiddling you ask of someone whose opinions are n't desired. We spent time building her smell and her confidence. On day two we went to the piercing place and got her tit rings stretched up a guage. We also got her nose pierced, septum and each nostril and a barbell through the bridge of her nose. It was all very tribal and privative. The rest of the workweek was all games and play clip.

I had already fucked every trap she had but now, at my own whim, she became a multiplug for me or anything I felt like. I would simply say, `` assume the position '' and she would spread her legs apart and bend over for tardily access code or depending on the situation she would get on all quaternary or even mount a big dildo stuck to a wall or door and bring herself off. She ate her food from a dog bowl on the ground for every meal. Most days in the low gear two weeks her hands were bound tightly in fist like manus with black electrical tape measure so she learned to eat from the pipe bowl like a dog, with her face. If she had to pee, she did it out on the lawn in the thou like a real beef. The inaugural two calendar week were about stripping her down and normalizing her new position as property. You might think your mom is a solid person and in many style you 're powerful, but at her core is a submissive needing to be given purpose. That 's all much sluttish when she is stoned, so constant weed intox was implemental at the commencement.

calendar week 2 : metre was crucial if I wanted to truly reprogram your mother from the opinionated unattackable woman she was into a quivering good deal of sex marrow then I wanted to relieve oneself sure I was thorough. These seven days were spent in isolation, focused on dedicated fuckmachine training and limbering stretch. Getting used to 24hr jade clothing. The actual ass political machine context were n't all day long of course, but in between there were passel of other chore for her to do. preparation and cleaning and all the domesticity I demanded. If she had to pee, she still did it out on the lawn like an animal. Still no talking, so she would scrape at the room access to let me eff.

There was also very niggling sleeping in that week. dark were spent locked in cuff that held her read/write head up, looking forward on all fours with a with child dildo locked in blank space rich inside her fully. In front of her human face within a metrical unit I put the 50 inch flat screen with filthy porn non stop.

The dildo increased in size on Wednesday and Fri. Tuesday and Wednesday I put LSD in her nutrient without telling her at breakfast and within a half hour it started working and I had her locked into a six hour fuck session on the fuckmachine and screen time to fully reprogram her. It 's not as horrible as you might conceive of. I kept her well lubed and hydrated and watched her cum over and over again until she was truly soften and crosswired and a blank slate.

Week 3 : Rebuilding her now was going to be much easier. Got ta recollect kid, this was volunteer. I know it seems like I did this to her, but she was a willing participant. Or at to the lowest degree a effective loser when you did n't come through for her. Of course, yes two weeks of dehumanization and psychedelic roll in the hay session were n't going to literally pass over her nous out, but I think we made a decent dent. The net hebdomad forced rhythm of stretching airs and increasing dildo heaviness helped ready her for her introduction to fisting.

Her new wardrobe of habiliment, all from pornsites, had arrived. hebdomad three was the outset prison term in over 14 days that she left the house and we used the opportunity to extend the guages of all her piercings. When we would go out, your female parent 's outfits would consist of a cupless bra that service to come up her tit up, making her mammilla visible through the sheer cloth of her one piece stretchy jade dress that had no sleeves, low cut straw man, back and side of meat and hemmed three inches below her asscheeks, which was embarrassing because instead of panties she wore her nag.

Instead of sleeping in the handlock I upgraded her to a nice big kennel that we put in the wash way. I also taught her little hired hand signaling when I wanted her to have sex mortal else. Tried that out on some missionaries that came knocking on the door, church of the Inner Light of son of the rays of latter day holy man or something. She got his pants off and rooster in her lip before he ran off. He kept saying he could n't omit that he already had ! Lol

Week 4 : At the end of workweek four I had a poker Night and invited my crony over. Your mom served them all drinking in her lean attire. I told them all about our bet. Do n't vex, nobody was upset you flunked out, we all had a big laugh and as the Night went on, each of them had taken their here and now to caress her, or slip a few fingerbreadth in her from behind with no dissent. You 'd be surprised how accepting your mom was of all this craziness. And yeah, they all fucked her before they left.

calendar week 5-8 : We ca n't spend all day going through all the workweek but lets just say, some of your protagonist fucked her. Some of your neighbors fucked her. I took her to an amateur slip contest in a really shitty bar, she did n't win and I put her to go in the rear where there was a topical anesthetic gloryhole. After she performed her strip show for the room, a parade of deviate followed her into the lavatory and lined up for their crook.

The last two hebdomad she spent pimped out of a motel room off the main road with 9 to 5 hours before make out place ragged and then put back in her kennel until she was needed again. She was hosed down and still expected to perform her domestic commission, cooking and cleaning silently.

Still with me, son ? Lol I know you are. Those were just eight weeks because you failed that one course. You gave your worthless Holy Writ and your mommy had to sell her pussy because you failed her. She only took out the duplicate peircings that afternoon, after she put back the theater to a convention work out appearance with her big dog kennel bed back in the garage. She was n't even permitted to mouth until it was to you, so those croaky weird sounds she made were her first words to anyone in two months. funny remark level, after the bet was over and you came home and she hugged you and spoke her first words and we had an early dinner party that she cooked. That integral prison term she was still wearing her anal retentive plug. I guess after two month straight it became pretty easy.

Now you might think I consider telling you this as my revenge. That I am just saying some mean shit about your mom, even if it is true. Maybe you think that I just want to hurt your feelings and sure, that 's nice too. The accuracy is that my full revenge on you will likely film geezerhood, if not the rest of your life to play through, because I know how your twisted mind works. Now that you know how discontinue she is, it would admit so little for you to use her like the rooster sleeve she now yearns to be and if you do n't do it I guarantee she will find some early guy. Can you manage that ? She will literally do anything intimate you can think of. Could you even celebrate up with her ? And even if you do n't fuck her, because you 're a twat, not because you have any lesson, even then you 're still stuck knowing the truth and watching every boyfriend or guy she brings household, wondering what she does for them. But I think you 'll do it. Now that you know what she is and what she can do, who 's turning down the advantageously fuck of their biography just because its your mom ?

Have fun, you little scratch,

Jeff.

So obviously you can see my problem. I do n't want some new step dad guy plowing my mom, especially the sort of guy who would act on the sort of freak my mom is now. So it 's not a interrogation, I am going to bulge out fucking my mom. The problem is how. Should I get her drunk and bug out up with her ? Or maybe tell her about the letter and help her see this is the easily choice ? Or should I just treat her like property right out of the gate and set the new parameter for our human relationship ?

What do you guys think ? What would you do ? Comment below .