My mom and her fellow of the lowest five eld just broke up. After my parents divorced, mom dated a few guys but settled on Boche. I was old enough to hate anybody I thought was trying to interchange my dad and I admit that I used every chance to take a wedge between them and despite it all my mom was quite devoted to Jerry and even more so as the twelvemonth went on. Now I know why. He and I had been bumbling read/write head and fighting a lot lately and eventually I convinced my mom to leave him. She had to choose me over some other guy, right ? So he left a week or two ago and he was pissed off. Yesterday I got this e-mail from him. Please read it and tell me what you think I should do.

Hey Jordan River,

Now that your mom and I have split up, I wanted to tell you a few things. You 're the man of the sign of the zodiac now. I know that we have n't always gotten along even at the best 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 name us friends. So fuck it. Why bother wee the exertion ? Instead, I am going to enjoy fucking with you one hold up prison term.

Let me tell you a account about last 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 retreat ? And she got that hipster wind ring and was so spaced out for a few weeks afterward ? She was so unwind and quiet from all the hours of silence ? Remember that shit ? That 's not what happened. That 's just what she wanted to tell you. The verity is your mom fatigued eight weeks as a sloppy fucktard slave and she was in a United States Department of State of shock when you got back. She fucked my friends and she fucked random guys, anything I wanted, for eight long week.

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 just region of all is that all of it is actually your demerit.

Bullshit ? No horseshit. See you had that English year you were failing. You had that talking with your mom and you promised her that you would n't fail the division because you 'd be spending the summer with your dad and so you could n't give ear summer schooling to pee-pee 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 Christian Bible. I laughed at the idea that your Holy Scripture meant anything. That enraged her. So we made a deal.

She wanted me to eat my Scripture. 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 heap up against the thousands of dollar bill that a car would cost. Honestly I got a steal. She was so earnest and solemn in her religion in her son that she sold her gravitas cheap. We agreed if you failed that she would go my hard worker for the stallion two months that you were gone. So that the moment we dropped you off at the airdrome, she agreed to forego any independent freedoms without expressed permission.

The first thing I did was revoke her freedom to talk. Only animal noise. grunt. Oinks. You know. See why she was so spaced out when you came house ? She had n't spoken in eight weeks. In fact, she had n't received any esteem in that sentence really. She had agreed to be my property and I did n't act nice with my new toy. Still do n't consider me ?

You noticed her nipple band. Even through a bra those big thick halo 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 straw man of your facial expression ? Well I made her get them a long 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 rightful that she flat out refused the approximation when I first mentioned it and she did n't wish them after she went and got them pierced. She 's arrest bemoaning every sentence we stretch to a with child guage, so I suppose that 's some variety of forward motion. Over the eight weeks that summer we moved up two sizing 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. The moment we made the bet I started making plan on how I wanted to make the nearly 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 portion of her rejoinder negotiating against her freedom and self-regard that I also take her on a Bahamas cruise. She agreed, of course of instruction. You did n't let me down, boy. You let her down. Way down. Anyway, here is a dislocation of what we did each hebdomad that helped give 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 of all workweek was all just fun, fuckery, establishing the ruler. No speaking unless asked to verbalize. Surprising how little you ask of someone whose feeling are n't desired. We spent metre building her look and her authority. On day two we went to the piercing place and got her nipple 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 hebdomad was all games and play clip.

I had already fucked every golf hole she had but now, at my own whimsey, she became a multiplug for me or anything I felt like. I would simply say, `` adopt the billet '' and she would circulate her legs apart and bend over for slowly admission or depending on the situation she would get on all quaternity or even mount a big dildo stuck to a wall or threshold and get herself off. She ate her food from a dog bowl on the primer for every meal. Most days in the maiden two weeks her hands were bound tightly in fist like mitt with black electrical tapeline 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 railyard like a real bitch. The first two calendar week were about stripping her John L. H. Down and normalizing her new status as property. You might recall your mom is a inviolable someone and in many elbow room you 're right, but at her core is a subservient needing to be given purpose. That 's all much well-off when she is stoned, so incessant weed intox was instrumental at the start.

hebdomad 2 : time was crucial if I wanted to truly reprogram your female parent from the opinionated stiff woman she was into a quivering pile of sex meat then I wanted to make sure as shooting I was thorough. These seven days were spent in isolation, focused on dedicate fuckmachine training and limbering stretches. Getting used to 24hr jade vesture. The actual fuck machine mount were n't all day long of course, but in between there were plenitude of other chores for her to do. cooking and cleaning and all the domesticity I demanded. If she had to pee, she still did it out on the lawn like an beast. Still no talking, so she would scratch at the door to let me know.

There was also very lilliputian quiescency in that week. Nights were spent locked in manacles that held her head up, looking forward on all fours with a large dildo locked in lieu deep inside her fully. In front of her typeface within a foot I put the 50 inch savorless screen with filthy erotica non stop.

The dildo increased in sizing on Wed and Friday. Tuesday and Wednesday 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 60 minutes nooky session on the fuckmachine and screen fourth dimension to fully reprogram her. It 's not as horrifying 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 dummy slate.

Week 3 : Rebuilding her now was going to be much prosperous. Got ta remember 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 path, yes two week of dehumanization and psychedelic fucking session were n't going to literally wipe her mind out, but I think we made a squeamish gouge. The end weeks forced cycle of stretching poses and increasing dildo thickness helped fix her for her launching to fisting.

Her new wardrobe of vesture, all from pornsites, had arrived. Week three was the for the first time clock time in over 14 24-hour interval that she left the household and we used the opportunity to stretch the guages of all her piercings. When we would go out, your mother 's outfits would consist of a cupless bra that help to airlift her tits up, making her nipple visible through the sheer cloth of her one piece stretchy loose woman apparel that had no arm, low cut front, back and side of meat and hemmed three in below her asscheeks, which was embarrassing because instead of panty she wore her plug.

Instead of sleeping in the manacles I upgraded her to a squeamish big kennel that we put in the laundry room. I also taught her little hired man signal when I wanted her to have sex somebody else. Tried that out on some missioner that came knocking on the door, church of the visible light of son of the light beam of latter day saints or something. She got his pant off and cock in her mouth before he ran off. He kept saying he could n't leave out that he already had ! Lol

hebdomad 4 : At the end of week four I had a poker Nox and invited my buddies over. Your mom served them all drinkable in her skimpy attire. I told them all about our bet. Do n't worry, nonentity was upset you flunked out, we all had a big jest and as the night went on, each of them had taken their moment to fondle her, or mistake a few fingers in her from behind with no objections. You 'd be surprised how accepting your mom was of all this folly. And yeah, they all fucked her before they left.

week 5-8 : We ca n't spend all day going through all the weeks but lets just say, some of your supporter fucked her. Some of your neighbors fucked her. I took her to an amateur strip contest in a really stinking bar, she did n't win and I put her to work in the back where there was a local gloryhole. After she performed her striptease for the room, a parade of degenerates followed her into the bathroom and lined up for their crook.

The last two weeks she spent pimped out of a motel room off the highway with 9 to 5 hr before come home ragged and then put back in her dog house 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 workweek because you failed that one class. You gave your worthless Christian Bible and your mommy had to trade her twat because you failed her. She only took out the extra peircings that afternoon, after she put back the firm to a normal mould appearance with her big dog kennel bed back in the service department. She was n't even permitted to address until it was to you, so those croaky weird sounds she made were her first words to anyone in two months. funny story, after the bet was over and you came home and she hugged you and spoke her first-class honours degree words and we had an early dinner that she cooked. That full time she was still wearing her anal plug. I guess after two months straight it became pretty comfortable.

Now you might mean I consider telling you this as my revenge. That I am just saying some mean value shit about your mom, even if it is true. Maybe you think that I just want to spite your tactual sensation and sure, that 's nice too. The truth is that my full phase of the moon revenge on you will likely charter years, if not the residuum of your liveliness to work through, because I know how your twisted mind works. Now that you know how broken she is, it would acquire so piddling for you to use her like the putz sleeve she now yearns to be and if you do n't do it I guarantee she will find some other guy. Can you do by that ? She will literally do anything intimate you can imagine of. Could you even continue up with her ? And even if you do n't fuck her, because you 're a cunt, not because you have any lesson, 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 nookie of their life story just because its your mom ?

Have fun, you little cocksucker,

Jeff.

So obviously you can see my trouble. I do n't require some new step dad guy plowing my mom, especially the kind of guy who would pursue the kind of monster my mom is now. So it 's not a query, I am going to begin fucking my mom. The problem is how. Should I get her drunkard and start up with her ? Or maybe tell her about the letter and help her see this is the dependable alternative ? Or should I just care for her like property right out of the gate and set the new parameter for our kinship ?

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