My mom and her boyfriend of the last five eld just broke up. After my parents divorced, mom dated a few guys but settled on Hun. I was old enough to hate anybody I thought was trying to replace my dad and I admit that I used every opportunity to drive a submarine between them and despite it all my mom was quite devoted to Jerry and even more so as the long time went on. Now I know why. He and I had been bumbling caput and fighting a lot lately and eventually I convinced my mom to pull up stakes him. She had to take me over some other guy, right ? So he left a workweek 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 matter. You 're the man of the household now. I know that we have n't always gotten along even at the respectable of times and that us breaking up was in vauntingly part thanks to you, so I bet you feel pretty pleased with yourself now. Really you 've always hated me and every endeavour to make us friends. So fuck it. Why bother make the endeavour ? Instead, I am going to enjoy fucking with you one last metre.

Let me tell you a story about survive summer. recollect when you came back from your dad 's position ? You had been gone, what, eight weeks, right ? And you remember your mom had been to that speculation hideaway ? And she got that hippie olfactory organ ring and was so spaced out for a few hebdomad afterward ? She was so loosen up and quiet from all the hours of silence ? Remember that shit ? That 's not what happened. That 's just what she wanted to recite you. The truth is your mom spent eight week as a loose-fitting fucktard slave and she was in a state of seismic disturbance when you got back. She fucked my friends and she fucked random guy, anything I wanted, for eight long weeks.

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 best part of all is that all of it is actually your fault.

Bullshit ? No dogshit. See you had that English class you were failing. You had that lecture with your mom and you promised her that you would n't give out the stratum because you 'd be spending the summertime with your dad and so you could n't serve summer schooltime to make it up ? Remember that ? Well your mom believed you. We got into a engagement about it. I said you would fail. She said you would n't because you gave your word. I laughed at the idea that your word meant anything. That enraged her. So we made a softwood.

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 value, something you could stack up against the thousands of dollars that a car would cost. Honestly I got a bargain. She was so heartfelt and sincere in her faith in her son that she sold her dignity cheap. We agreed if you failed that she would go my hard worker for the entire two calendar month that you were gone. So that the moment we dropped you off at the airdrome, she agreed to waive any independent freedom without expressed permission.

The 1st matter I did was reverse her freedom to speak. Only animal noises. grunt. Oinks. You know. See why she was so spaced out when you came home ? She had n't spoken in eight weeks. In fact, she had n't received any respect in that time really. She had agreed to be my dimension and I did n't play decent with my new toy. Still do n't believe me ?

You noticed her nipple rings. Even through a bra those big thickheaded annulus 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 forepart of your face ? Well I made her get them a farsighted fourth dimension ago, close to when we started going out. She would say she agreed to what I wanted and that nobody made her do anything. There 's definitely some trueness to that, but it 's also admittedly 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 finish bemoaning every time we stretch to a gravid guage, so I suppose that 's some kind of progress. Over the eight weeks that summertime we moved up two sizes of thickness. That 's why they became so obvious through her shirts. You 're welcome again.

I had all eight weeks planned out to the letter of the alphabet. The moment we made the bet I started making designs on how I wanted to make the most of my winnings. That 's how I got her to use all her vacation meter finally and I promised that if I lost, if you had passed your form and I bought you a car, as part of her counter negotiating against her freedom and dignity that I also take her on a Bahamas cruise. She agreed, of course. 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 details but you can ask her about it later maybe !

Week 1 : The first hebdomad was all just fun, fuckery, establishing the rules. No speaking unless asked to speak. Surprising how little you ask of someone whose opinions are n't desired. We spent meter building her look and her self-confidence. On day two we went to the piercing spot and got her teat rings stretched up a guage. We also got her nose pierced, septum and each nostril and a barbell through the nosepiece of her olfactory organ. It was all very tribal and privative. The rest of the week was all biz and play time.

I had already fucked every hole she had but now, at my own whimsey, she became a multiplug for me or anything I felt like. I would simply say, `` assume the emplacement '' and she would unfold her ramification apart and plication over for leisurely accession or depending on the situation she would get on all fours or even jump on a big dildo stuck to a wall or doorway and bring herself off. She ate her food from a dog trough on the dry land for every meal. Most days in the first two weeks her work force were bound tightly in fist like paws with black electric tape so she learned to eat from the bowl like a dog, with her face. If she had to pee, she did it out on the lawn in the cubic yard like a real beef. The first two hebdomad were about stripping her pile and normalizing her new status as place. You might think your mom is a strong individual and in many slipway you 're rightfield, but at her heart is a submissive needing to be given aim. That 's all much easygoing when she is stoned, so constant weed intox was instrumental at the commencement.

Week 2 : sentence was essential if I wanted to truly reprogram your mother from the opinionated firm woman she was into a quivering cumulation of sex nub then I wanted to shit sure enough I was thorough. These seven mean solar day were spent in isolation, focused on give fuckmachine training and limbering reach. Getting used to 24hr plug habiliment. The existent shtup machine settings were n't all day long of course, but in between there were plenty of other chores for her to do. Cooking and cleansing 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 grave at the door to let me know.

There was also very lilliputian sleeping in that week. Nights were spent locked in manacles that held her head up, looking forward on all foursome with a turgid dildo locked in place deep inside her fully. In front of her typeface within a foot I put the 50 inch flat screen with cruddy porn non stop.

The dildo increased in size on Wednesday and Fri. Tuesday and Midweek I put LSD in her nutrient without telling her at breakfast and within a half hr it started working and I had her locked into a six time of day piece of ass session on the fuckmachine and screen prison term to fully reprogram her. It 's not as frightful as you might imagine. I kept her well lubed and hydrated and watched her cum over and over again until she was truly broken and crosswired and a lacuna slate.

calendar week 3 : Rebuilding her now was going to be much soft. Got ta remember kid, this was voluntary. I know it seems like I did this to her, but she was a unforced participant. Or at least a respectable loser when you did n't come through for her. Of form, yes two weeks of dehumanization and psychedelic piece of tail academic term were n't going to literally wipe her intellect out, but I think we made a overnice gouge. The end week forced cycle of stretching poses and increasing dildo heaviness helped ready her for her introduction to fisting.

Her new wardrobe of clothing, all from pornsites, had arrived. hebdomad three was the first time in over 14 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. that she left the house and we used the opportunity to unfold the guages of all her piercings. When we would go out, your mother 's outfits would consist of a cupless bra that assist to lift her tit up, making her pap visible through the sheer material of her one patch stretchy slut apparel that had no sleeves, low cut nominal head, back and sides and hemmed three in below her asscheeks, which was embarrassing because instead of scanty she wore her hoopla.

Instead of sleeping in the manacles I upgraded her to a courteous big kennel that we put in the laundry room. I also taught her little manus signals when I wanted her to lie with someone else. Tried that out on some missioner that came knocking on the door, church of the light of son of the ray of light of latter day nonpareil or something. She got his drawers off and pecker in her mouth before he ran off. He kept saying he could n't except that he already had ! Lol

Week 4 : At the end of calendar week four I had a poker night and invited my buddies over. Your mom served them all drinks in her skimpy attire. I told them all about our bet. Do n't worry, nobody was upset you flunked out, we all had a big laughter and as the night went on, each of them had taken their moment to caress her, or slip one's mind a few finger's breadth in her from behind with no remonstration. 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 friends fucked her. Some of your neighbors fucked her. I took her to an inexpert comic strip competition in a really shitty bar, she did n't win and I put her to act upon in the back where there was a local anaesthetic gloryhole. After she performed her striptease for the elbow room, a parade of degenerates followed her into the can and lined up for their turn.

The conclusion two weeks she spent pimped out of a motel room off the main road with 9 to 5 minute before coming home ragged and then put back in her kennel until she was needed again. She was hosed down and still expected to perform her domestic mission, cooking and cleaning silently.

Still with me, son ? Lol I know you are. Those were just eight weeks because you failed that one grade. You gave your worthless Holy Writ and your mama had to betray her cunt because you failed her. She only took out the duplicate peircings that afternoon, after she put back the house to a formula working coming into court with her big dog kennel bed back in the garage. She was n't even permitted to speak until it was to you, so those croaky unearthly sounds she made were her first gear words to anyone in two calendar month. Funny taradiddle, after the bet was over and you came home and she hugged you and spoke her for the first time words and we had an early dinner that she cooked. That entire time she was still wearing her anal retentive plug. I guess after two months straight it became pretty comfortable.

Now you might opine I consider telling you this as my retaliation. That I am just saying some mean value shit about your mom, even if it is confessedly. Maybe you think that I just want to hurt your feelings and sure, that 's Nice too. The Truth is that my total retaliation on you will likely take years, if not the rest of your lifetime to work through, because I know how your twisted idea works. Now that you know how broken she is, it would necessitate so short for you to use her like the prick sleeve she now yearns to be and if you do n't do it I guarantee she will find some other guy. Can you address that ? She will literally do anything sexual you can call up of. Could you even keep back up with her ? And even if you do n't fuck her, because you 're a pussy, not because you have any morals, even then you 're still stuck knowing the truth and watching every boyfriend or guy she brings home, 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 best fuck of their lifetime just because its your mom ?

Have fun, you niggling prick,

Jeff.

So obviously you can see my problem. I do n't want some new step dad guy plowing my mom, especially the kind of guy who would pursue the sorting of freak my mom is now. So it 's not a question, I am going to lead off fucking my mom. The job is how. Should I get her drunk and start up with her ? Or maybe tell her about the letter and help oneself her see this is the best option ? Or should I just deal her like property rightfulness out of the logic gate and set the new parameters for our relationship ?

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