My mom and her beau of the close five yr just broke up. After my parents divorced, mom dated a few guys but settled on Krauthead. I was old enough to hate anybody I thought was trying to supersede my dad and I admit that I used every opportunity to repel a wedge 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 heads and fighting a lot lately and eventually I convinced my mom to pass on 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 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 things. You 're the man of the household now. I know that we have n't always sire along even at the intimately of sentence and that us breaking up was in large function thanks to you, so I bet you feel pretty pleased with yourself now. Really you 've always hated me and every attempt to take a shit us acquaintance. So make love it. Why bother cause the effort ? Instead, I am going to enjoy fucking with you one finish time.

Let me recount you a tale about last summer. Remember when you came back from your dad 's place ? You had been gone, what, eight week, right ? And you remember your mom had been to that meditation retreat ? And she got that flower child horn in ring and was so spaced out for a few weeks afterward ? She was so relaxed and unruffled from all the hours of silence ? Remember that shit ? That 's not what happened. That 's just what she wanted to narrate you. The truth is your mom spent eight weeks as a sloppy fucktard slave and she was in a state of jar when you got back. She fucked my friends and she fucked random hombre, anything I wanted, for eight hanker 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 best role of all is that all of it is actually your fault.

Bullshit ? No Irish bull. See you had that English language socio-economic class 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 summertime with your dad and so you could n't attend summer school to lay down 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 word. I laughed at the theme that your Word of God meant anything. That enraged her. So we made a deal.

She wanted me to eat my words. If you passed your English category I would buy you a car. But if you failed, then I wanted something of significant time value, something you could pile up against the thousands of dollars 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 self-respect cheap. We agreed if you failed that she would become my slave for the stallion two months that you were gone. So that the import we dropped you off at the airport, she agreed to dispense with any mugwump exemption without expressed license.

The first thing I did was annul her freedom to speak. Only animal noises. Grunts. grunt. You know. See why she was so spaced out when you came dwelling ? She had n't spoken in eight workweek. In fact, she had n't received any respectfulness in that time really. She had agreed to be my prop and I did n't play nice with my new toy. Still do n't believe me ?

You noticed her nipple rings. Even through a bra those big thickly 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 front of your brass ? Well I made her get them a hanker clock time ago, close to when we started going out. She would say she agreed to what I wanted and that cypher 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 wish them after she went and got them pierced. She 's stopped bemoaning every prison term we stretch to a magnanimous guage, so I suppose that 's some variety 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 welcome again.

I had all eight weeks planned out to the letter. The moment we made the bet I started making design on how I wanted to name the nearly of my winnings. That 's how I got her to use all her vacation metre finally and I promised that if I lost, if you had passed your form and I bought you a car, as component of her parry negotiating against her freedom and self-respect that I also take her on a Bahama Islands 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 add to breaking your mom. Sorry I skip out on so many contingent but you can ask her about it later maybe !

Week 1 : The first week was all just fun, fuckery, establishing the ruler. No speaking unless asked to speak. Surprising how little you ask of person whose legal opinion are n't desired. We spent time building her look and her confidence. On day two we went to the piercing place and got her mammilla halo stretched up a guage. We also got her nose pierced, septum and each nostril and a barbell through the bridgework of her nose. It was all very tribal and privative. The repose of the week was all game and turn clock time.

I had already fucked every muddle 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 stage apart and bend over for easy accession or depending on the situation she would get on all quadruplet or even mount a big dildo stuck to a wall or door and bring herself off. She ate her intellectual nourishment from a dog arena on the ground for every meal. Most daytime in the world-class two weeks her men were bound tightly in clenched fist like mitt with black electrical tape measure so she learned to eat from the stadium like a dog, with her grimace. If she had to pee, she did it out on the lawn in the railyard like a real kick. The first two weeks were about stripping her down feather and normalizing her new position as property. You might cerebrate your mom is a warm individual and in many ways you 're right, but at her nub is a submissive needing to be given purpose. That 's all much easier when she is stoned, so constant weed intox was instrumental at the start.

Week 2 : fourth dimension was crucial if I wanted to truly reprogram your mother from the opinionated impregnable woman she was into a quivering muckle of sex essence then I wanted to make surely I was thorough. These seven days were spent in isolation, focused on commit fuckmachine training and limbering stretches. Getting used to 24hr plug wear. The actual screw machine settings were n't all day long of form, but in between there were great deal 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 animal. Still no talking, so she would expunge at the room access to let me get it on.

There was also very picayune sleeping in that calendar week. night were spent locked in manacles that held her head up, looking forward on all four-spot with a large dildo locked in place deep inside her fully. In front of her typeface within a foot I put the 50 inch matte silver screen with filthy porn non stop.

The dildo increased in size on Wednesday and Friday. Tues and Wednesday I put LSD in her food for thought without telling her at breakfast and within a one-half hour it started working and I had her locked into a six hour shag session on the fuckmachine and screen time to fully reprogram her. It 's not as horrible as you might think. I kept her well lubed and hydrated and watched her cum over and over again until she was truly transgress and crosswired and a lacuna slate.

Week 3 : Rebuilding her now was going to be much prosperous. Got ta call up kid, this was voluntary. I know it seems like I did this to her, but she was a willing participant. Or at least a salutary loser when you did n't come through for her. Of path, yes two weeks of dehumanization and psychedelic piece of tail session were n't going to literally pass over her mind out, but I think we made a nice dent. The last weeks forced cycle of stretching poses and increasing dildo thickness helped ready her for her insertion to fisting.

Her new wardrobe of clothing, all from pornsites, had arrived. Week three was the first gear time in over 14 daytime that she left the house and we used the opportunity to debase the guages of all her piercings. When we would go out, your mother 's outfits would lie of a cupless bra that help to move up her pap up, making her mamilla seeable through the sheer fabric of her one piece stretchy slut garb that had no sleeves, low cut front, back and sides and hemmed three inch below her asscheeks, which was embarrassing because instead of panties she wore her plug.

Instead of sleeping in the manacles I upgraded her to a overnice big kennel that we put in the laundry room. I also taught her little hand signals when I wanted her to sleep together someone else. Tried that out on some missioner that came knocking on the threshold, church service of the light of son of the rays of latter day saints or something. She got his pants off and stopcock in her mouth before he ran off. He kept saying he could n't except that he already had ! Lol

hebdomad 4 : At the end of week four I had a stove poker nighttime and invited my sidekick 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 laugh and as the dark went on, each of them had taken their moment to fondle her, or slip a few digit in her from behind with no objection. You 'd be surprise 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 weeks but lets just say, some of your friends fucked her. Some of your neighbors fucked her. I took her to an unpaid strip contest in a really lousy bar, she did n't win and I put her to work in the binding 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 turn.

The last two hebdomad she spent pimped out of a motel room off the highway with 9 to 5 hours before coming home 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 word and your mummy had to sell her cunt because you failed her. She only took out the extra peircings that afternoon, after she put back the house to a convention working appearing 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 eldritch sounds she made were her first of all intelligence to anyone in two month. good story story, after the bet was over and you came abode and she hugged you and spoke her first words and we had an early dinner that she cooked. That entire metre she was still wearing her anal wad. I guess after two calendar month straight it became pretty comfortable.

Now you might call up I consider telling you this as my revenge. That I am just saying some mean shit about your mom, even if it is honest. Maybe you think that I just want to hurt your feel and sure, that 's nice too. The trueness is that my entire revenge on you will likely take year, if not the rest of your living to process through, because I know how your twisted mind whole kit and boodle. Now that you know how disordered she is, it would take so slight 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 get hold some other guy. Can you handle that ? She will literally do anything sexual you can retrieve of. Could you even keep open up with her ? And even if you do n't fuck her, because you 're a slit, not because you have any morals, even then you 're still stuck knowing the truth and watching every boyfriend or guy she brings menage, 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 living just because its your mom ?

have fun, you little prickle,

Jeff.

So obviously you can see my problem. I do n't want some new stone's throw dad guy plowing my mom, especially the kind of guy who would follow up on the sort of monstrosity my mom is now. So it 's not a question, I am going to begin fucking my mom. The problem is how. Should I get her drunkard and start up with her ? Or maybe severalize her about the letter and help her see this is the skillful choice ? Or should I just treat her like property rightfulness out of the gate and set the new parameters for our relationship ?

What do you guys consider ? What would you do ? remark below .