My mom and her fellow of the last five twelvemonth just broke up. After my parents divorced, mom dated a few guys but settled on Jerry. I was old enough to hate anybody I thought was trying to supersede my dad and I admit that I used every opportunity to force a wedge between them and despite it all my mom was quite devoted to Jerry and even more so as the eld 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 entrust him. She had to choose 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 separate me what you think I should do.

Hey Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan,

Now that your mom and I have split up, I wanted to severalize you a few thing. You 're the man of the house now. I know that we have n't always gotten along even at the substantially of multiplication and that us breaking up was in vauntingly share thanks to you, so I bet you feel pretty delight with yourself now. Really you 've always hated me and every effort to wee us champion. So fuck it. Why bother earn the elbow grease ? Instead, I am going to bask fucking with you one last fourth dimension.

Let me tell you a story about endure summer. Remember when you came back from your dad 's place ? You had been gone, what, eight weeks, right ? And you remember your mom had been to that meditation retirement ? And she got that hippie scent ring and was so spaced out for a few calendar week afterward ? She was so unstrain and quiet from all the hours of silence ? Remember that shit ? That 's not what happened. That 's just what she wanted to separate you. The truth is your mom spent eight weeks as a squashy fucktard slave and she was in a state of shock when you got back. She fucked my friends and she fucked random guys, anything I wanted, for eight foresightful 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 theatrical role of all is that all of it is actually your fault.

Bullshit ? No dogshit. See you had that English people class you were failing. You had that lecture 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 hang summer schooltime to take it up ? Remember that ? Well your mom believed you. We got into a competitiveness about it. I said you would run out. She said you would n't because you gave your Scripture. I laughed at the estimation that your word meant anything. That enraged her. So we made a deal.

She wanted me to eat my words. If you passed your side class I would buy you a car. But if you failed, then I wanted something of significant note value, something you could stack up against the thousands of clam that a car would be. Honestly I got a bargain. She was so earnest and sincere in her faith in her son that she sold her self-regard cheap. We agreed if you failed that she would become my slave for the entire two month that you were gone. So that the second we dropped you off at the airport, she agreed to waive any freelancer freedom without expressed permission.

The first affair I did was revoke her freedom to speak. Only animal disturbance. Grunts. oink. 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 clock time really. She had agreed to be my property and I did n't represent nice with my new toy. Still do n't believe me ?

You noticed her nipple annulus. Even through a bra those big deep 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 nominal head of your face ? Well I made her get them a farseeing time 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 truth to that, but it 's also true that she flat out refused the melodic theme when I first mentioned it and she did n't like them after she went and got them pierced. She 's stopped bemoaning every fourth dimension we stretch to a bigger guage, so I suppose that 's some kind of progress. Over the eight week that summer we moved up two size of it of thickness. That 's why they became so obvious through her shirts. You 're receive again.

I had all eight calendar week planned out to the letter of the alphabet. The instant we made the bet I started making designs on how I wanted to make the near of my winnings. 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 part of her counter negotiating against her freedom and gravitas 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 hebdomad that helped add to breaking your mom. Sorry I skip out on so many details but you can ask her about it later maybe !

calendar week 1 : The offset week was all just fun, fuckery, establishing the rules. No speaking unless asked to verbalize. Surprising how picayune you ask of person whose popular opinion are n't desired. We spent clip building her look and her self-assurance. On day two we went to the piercing place and got her nipple band stretched up a guage. We also got her nose pierced, septum and each nostril and a barbell through the bridge of her nozzle. It was all very tribal and privative. The rest of the week was all games and play time.

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, `` take over the placement '' and she would spread her legs apart and crimp over for easy access or depending on the site she would get on all foursome or even ride a big dildo stuck to a rampart or doorway and work herself off. She ate her food from a dog bowl on the ground for every meal. well-nigh days in the starting time two weeks her hands were bound tightly in fist like paws with Shirley Temple Black electrical tape so she learned to eat from the bowl like a dog, with her facial expression. If she had to pee, she did it out on the lawn in the pace like a real bitch. The first two week were about stripping her down feather and normalizing her new status as property. You might think your mom is a strong somebody and in many ways you 're right, but at her sum is a submissive needing to be given purpose. That 's all much sluttish when she is stoned, so constant locoweed intox was instrumental at the head start.

Week 2 : metre was crucial if I wanted to truly reprogram your mother from the opinionated potent woman she was into a quivering cumulus of sex substance then I wanted to make surely I was thorough. These seven Clarence Day were spent in isolation, focused on devote fuckmachine training and limbering stretches. Getting used to 24hr nag wear. The actual screwing car settings were n't all day long of course of study, but in between there were plenty of former task for her to do. cookery and cleaning and all the domesticity I demanded. If she had to pee, she still did it out on the lawn like an brute. Still no talking, so she would excise at the door to let me know.

There was also very little sleeping in that week. Nights were spent locked in handcuff that held her head up, looking forward on all fours with a vauntingly dildo locked in place deep inside her fully. In front of her face within a foot I put the 50 column inch flat CRT screen with filthy porn non stop.

The dildo increased in sizing on Wednesday and Friday. Tues and Midweek I put LSD in her food without telling her at breakfast and within a half hour it started working and I had her locked into a six minute shtup session on the fuckmachine and screen clock time to fully reprogram her. It 's not as ugly as you might ideate. I kept her well lubed and hydrated and watched her cum over and over again until she was truly broken and crosswired and a blank slate.

Week 3 : Rebuilding her now was going to be much easier. Got ta think kid, this was voluntary. I know it seems like I did this to her, but she was a willing participant. Or at least a good loser when you did n't come through for her. Of course of study, yes two weeks of dehumanization and psychedelic shag academic session were n't going to literally wipe her judgement out, but I think we made a nice dent. The lowest workweek forced cycle of stretching poses and increasing dildo thickness helped ready her for her introduction to fisting.

Her new wardrobe of clothing, all from pornsites, had arrived. Week three was the number one time in over 14 days that she left the planetary house and we used the opportunity to stretch the guages of all her piercings. When we would go out, your mother 's rig would comprise of a cupless bra that avail to revoke her tits up, making her mamilla visible through the sheer fabric of her one man stretchy slut dress that had no arm, low cut front, back and English and hemmed three inches below her asscheeks, which was embarrassing because instead of panty she wore her fire hydrant.

Instead of sleeping in the manacles I upgraded her to a overnice big kennel that we put in the laundry way. I also taught her short hand signals when I wanted her to bed mortal else. Tried that out on some missionaries that came knocking on the room access, church of the light of son of the re of latter day saints or something. She got his pants off and pecker in her sassing before he ran off. He kept saying he could n't take out that he already had ! Lol

calendar week 4 : At the end of week four I had a poker game Nox and invited my sidekick over. Your mom served them all drunkenness in her lean attire. I told them all about our bet. Do n't worry, nobody was upset you flunked out, we all had a big joke and as the night went on, each of them had taken their moment to fondle her, or slip a few fingers in her from behind with no remonstration. You 'd be storm how accepting your mom was of all this craziness. And yeah, they all fucked her before they left.

Week 5-8 : We ca n't spend all day going through all the calendar week but lets just say, some of your friends fucked her. Some of your neighbors fucked her. I took her to an amateur strip contest in a really shitty bar, she did n't win and I put her to exercise in the back where there was a local gloryhole. After she performed her peeler for the elbow room, a parade of degenerates followed her into the can and lined up for their good turn.

The finis two weeks she spent pimped out of a motel room off the main road with 9 to 5 60 minutes before coming abode ragged and then put back in her kennel until she was needed again. She was hosed down and still expected to perform her domestic charges, cooking and cleaning silently.

Still with me, son ? Lol I know you are. Those were just eight weeks because you failed that one social class. You gave your worthless Word and your mommy had to sell her cunt because you failed her. She only took out the surplus peircings that afternoon, after she put back the house to a convention lick visual aspect with her big dog dog house bed back in the service department. She was n't even permitted to speak until it was to you, so those guttural Wyrd sounds she made were her commencement words to anyone in two months. Funny story, after the bet was over and you came rest home and she hugged you and spoke her foremost words and we had an other dinner that she cooked. That full clip she was still wearing her anal chaw. I guess after two calendar month straight it became pretty prosperous.

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 touch and sure, that 's overnice too. The truth is that my full moon revenge on you will likely take in years, if not the rest of your life-time to work through, because I know how your twisted psyche full treatment. Now that you know how break away she is, it would bring so little for you to use her like the tool sleeve she now yearns to be and if you do n't do it I guarantee she will find some other guy. Can you handle that ? She will literally do anything intimate you can think of. Could you even sustain 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 the true and watching every boyfriend or guy she brings abode, 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 piece of ass of their liveliness just because its your mom ?

Have fun, you little pecker,

Jeff.

So obviously you can see my trouble. I do n't want some new step dad guy plowing my mom, especially the kind of guy who would follow the sorting of freak my mom is now. So it 's not a interrogative sentence, I am going to startle fucking my mom. The problem is how. Should I get her drunkard and originate up with her ? Or maybe tell her about the letter and help her see this is the best pick ? Or should I just treat her like prop right out of the gate and set the new parameters for our human relationship ?

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