My mom and her swain of the hold out five geezerhood just broke up. After my parents divorced, mom dated a few guy but settled on Kraut. I was old enough to detest anybody I thought was trying to replace my dad and I admit that I used every chance to drive a wedge between them and despite it all my mom was quite devoted to Jerry 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 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 state me what you think I should do.

Hey Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan,

Now that your mom and I have split up, I wanted to tell you a few thing. You 're the man of the menage now. I know that we have n't always gotten along even at the considerably of prison term and that us breaking up was in big piece thanks to you, so I bet you feel pretty pleased with yourself now. Really you 've always hated me and every try to cause us booster. So fuck it. Why bother ca-ca the try ? Instead, I am going to enjoy fucking with you one finale metre.

Let me tell you a story about last summer. retrieve when you came back from your dad 's topographic point ? You had been gone, what, eight hebdomad, right ? And you remember your mom had been to that meditation retreat ? And she got that hippie nose ring and was so spaced out for a few workweek afterward ? She was so slack and lull from all the hours of secretiveness ? Remember that shit ? That 's not what happened. That 's just what she wanted to enjoin you. The true statement is your mom spent eight calendar week as a sloppy fucktard slave and she was in a land of electric shock when you got back. She fucked my acquaintance and she fucked random guys, anything I wanted, for eight long weeks.

Your mom was just a dehumanized objective 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 bullshit. See you had that side class you were failing. You had that talk with your mom and you promised her that you would n't flush it the social class because you 'd be spending the summer with your dad and so you could n't wait on summertime school to name it up ? Remember that ? Well your mom believed you. We got into a battle about it. I said you would give out. 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 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 economic value, something you could heap up against the grand of dollars that a car would be. Honestly I got a bargain. She was so earnest and sincere in her religious belief in her son that she sold her dignity cheap. We agreed if you failed that she would become my slave for the entire two calendar month that you were gone. So that the mo we dropped you off at the airport, she agreed to forego any freelance exemption without expressed license.

The first thing I did was overturn her exemption to utter. Only animal haphazardness. oink. oink. You know. See why she was so spaced out when you came home plate ? She had n't spoken in eight calendar week. In fact, she had n't received any respect in that time really. She had agreed to be my property and I did n't act as nice with my new toy. Still do n't conceive me ?

You noticed her nipple rings. Even through a bra those big heavyset ring 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 front of your face ? 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 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 block bemoaning every time we stretch to a bigger guage, so I suppose that 's some form of progress. Over the eight weeks that summer we moved up two sizes 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 missive. The moment we made the bet I started making designs on how I wanted to do the most of my winning. 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 family and I bought you a car, as piece of her counter negotiating against her freedom and dignity that I also take her on a Bahamas sail. 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 lead 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 week was all just fun, fuckery, establishing the rules. No speaking unless asked to speak. Surprising how little you ask of someone whose public opinion are n't desired. We spent sentence building her look and her confidence. On day two we went to the piercing berth and got her nipple rings stretched up a guage. We also got her nose pierced, septum and each nostril and a barbell through the span of her olfactory organ. It was all very tribal and privative. The rest of the week was all secret plan and play prison term.

I had already fucked every cakehole she had but now, at my own whim, she became a multiplug for me or anything I felt like. I would simply say, `` simulate the situation '' and she would spread her ramification apart and fold over for easy access code or depending on the berth she would get on all fours or even mount a big dildo stuck to a wall or door and play herself off. She ate her intellectual nourishment from a dog bowl on the ground for every meal. to the highest degree days in the 1st two hebdomad her men were bound tightly in fist like paws with disastrous 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 grand like a real bitch. The starting time two weeks were about stripping her Down and normalizing her new status as property. You might cogitate your mom is a strong soul and in many ways you 're flop, but at her nucleus is a submissive needing to be given intention. That 's all much easier when she is stoned, so changeless weed intox was implemental at the start.

hebdomad 2 : time was essential if I wanted to truly reprogram your mother from the opinionated strong char she was into a quivering pile of sex meat then I wanted to make sure I was thorough. These seven days were spent in isolation, focused on consecrate fuckmachine training and limbering stretches. Getting used to 24hr nag wear. The actual fuck car circumstance were n't all day long of course, but in between there were plenty of other job 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 fauna. Still no talking, so she would scrub at the door to let me know.

There was also very little sleeping in that week. night were spent locked in manacle that held her header up, looking forward on all quaternary with a large dildo locked in office deep inside her fully. In front of her human face within a substructure I put the 50 column inch flat screen with filthy pornography non stopover.

The dildo increased in size on Wednesday and Friday. Tues and Midweek I put LSD in her solid food without telling her at breakfast and within a half hour it started working and I had her locked into a six hour fuck seance on the fuckmachine and cover 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 fall in and crosswired and a lacuna slating.

hebdomad 3 : Rebuilding her now was going to be much well-off. Got ta retrieve kid, this was military volunteer. I know it seems like I did this to her, but she was a bequeath player. Or at least a good nonstarter when you did n't come through for her. Of course of study, yes two hebdomad of dehumanization and psychedelic fuck seance were n't going to literally wipe her mind out, but I think we made a nice slit. The close weeks forced cycle of stretching pose and increasing dildo thickness helped fix her for her entry to fisting.

Her new wardrobe of wear, all from pornsites, had arrived. workweek three was the first prison term in over 14 solar day that she left the family and we used the opportunity to elongate the guages of all her piercings. When we would go out, your female parent 's getup would lie of a cupless bra that help to lift her nipple up, making her mammilla visible through the sheer fabric of her one opus stretchy hussy dress that had no arm, low cut strawman, back and sides and hemmed three in below her asscheeks, which was embarrassing because instead of panties she wore her plug.

Instead of sleeping in the cuff I upgraded her to a nice big dog house that we put in the laundry room. I also taught her little handwriting signal when I wanted her to have it off person else. Tried that out on some missionaries that came knocking on the door, Christian church of the light of son of the shaft of light of latter day saints or something. She got his knickers off and cock 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 workweek four I had a poker game nighttime and invited my buddy over. Your mom served them all drinks in her lean garb. I told them all about our bet. Do n't interest, nobody was upset you flunked out, we all had a big gag and as the night went on, each of them had taken their mo to fondle her, or slide a few fingers in her from behind with no objections. 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 Quaker fucked her. Some of your neighbors fucked her. I took her to an amateur flight strip contest in a really shitty bar, she did n't win and I put her to puzzle out in the spine 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 round.

The end two weeks she spent pimped out of a motel elbow room off the highway with 9 to 5 hours before climax habitation ragged and then put back in her kennel until she was needed again. She was hosed down and still expected to execute 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 class. You gave your worthless Scripture and your mamma had to sell her cunt because you failed her. She only took out the excess peircings that afternoon, after she put back the house to a normal working appearance with her big dog dog house bed back in the garage. She was n't even permitted to utter until it was to you, so those croaky weird sounds she made were her first countersign to anyone in two months. funny storey, after the bet was over and you came dwelling house and she hugged you and spoke her first Good Book and we had an early dinner that she cooked. That stallion metre she was still wearing her anal retentive plug. I guess after two months straight it became pretty comfortable.

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 on-key. Maybe you think that I just want to spite your notion and for sure, that 's gracious too. The truth is that my replete retaliation on you will likely take long time, if not the relief of your life to puzzle out through, because I know how your twist around creative thinker works. Now that you know how broken she is, it would claim so little for you to use her like the cock 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 sexual you can intend of. Could you even keep up with her ? And even if you do n't get laid her, because you 're a pussycat, not because you have any ethical motive, 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 fucking of their life-time just because its your mom ?

rich person fun, you little cocksucker,

Jeff.

So obviously you can see my problem. I do n't want some new stair dad guy plowing my mom, especially the kind of guy who would pursue the sorting of gross out my mom is now. So it 's not a question, I am going to start fucking my mom. The problem is how. Should I get her drunkard and start up with her ? Or maybe tell her about the varsity letter and help her see this is the best option ? Or should I just handle her like prop rightfield out of the gate and set the new parametric quantity for our relationship ?

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