My mom and her boyfriend of the close five years just broke up. After my parents divorced, mom dated a few guy rope but settled on Jerry. 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 hero sandwich between them and despite it all my mom was quite devoted to Hun and even more so as the years went on. Now I know why. He and I had been bumbling brain 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 severalize you a few things. You 're the man of the planetary house now. I know that we have n't always gotten along even at the best of times and that us breaking up was in bombastic part thanks to you, so I bet you feel pretty pleased with yourself now. Really you 've always hated me and every sweat to make us protagonist. So fuck it. Why bother make the movement ? Instead, I am going to enjoy fucking with you one finale meter.

Let me separate you a story about last summer. Remember when you came back from your dad 's place ? You had been gone, what, eight hebdomad, right ? And you remember your mom had been to that speculation retreat ? And she got that hippie nose ring and was so spaced out for a few week afterward ? She was so relaxed and quiet from all the hours of quiet ? Remember that shit ? That 's not what happened. That 's just what she wanted to tell you. The truth is your mom fatigued eight weeks as a swampy fucktard slave and she was in a State of shock when you got back. She fucked my friends and she fucked random bozo, anything I wanted, for eight longsighted hebdomad.

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 persona of all is that all of it is actually your fault.

Bullshit ? No bullshit. See you had that English division you were failing. You had that talk with your mom and you promised her that you would n't bomb the course because you 'd be spending the summertime with your dad and so you could n't attend summer school to urinate 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 deal.

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 pile up against the 1000 of dollars that a car would cost. Honestly I got a steal. She was so businesslike and solemn in her faith in her son that she sold her dignity cheap. We agreed if you failed that she would suit my hard worker for the full two months that you were gone. So that the instant we dropped you off at the aerodrome, she agreed to predate any independent exemption without expressed permission.

The first thing I did was revoke her freedom to mouth. Only animal noises. grunt. grunt. You know. See why she was so spaced out when you came home ? She had n't spoken in eight calendar week. In fact, she had n't received any respect in that clock time really. She had agreed to be my dimension and I did n't wreak nice with my new toy. Still do n't trust me ?

You noticed her pap halo. Even through a bra those big thickly pack 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 end of your typeface ? Well I made her get them a long metre 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 wish them after she went and got them pierced. She 's stopped bemoaning every meter 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 size of it 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 designs on how I wanted to realize the well-nigh of my winnings. That 's how I got her to use all her vacation fourth dimension finally and I promised that if I lost, if you had passed your class and I bought you a car, as part of her heel counter negotiating against her freedom and self-worth 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 calendar week that helped bestow 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 gear week was all just fun, fuckery, establishing the rules. No speaking unless asked to verbalize. Surprising how short you ask of soul whose opinions are n't desired. We spent fourth dimension building her look and her confidence. On day two we went to the piercing place and got her tit hoop 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 week was all games and play prison term.

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, `` wear the position '' and she would disperse her stage apart and bend over for easy access or depending on the position she would get on all fours or even mount a big dildo stuck to a paries or doorway and bring herself off. She ate her food for thought from a dog bowl on the ground for every meal. Most days in the first two week her paw were bound tightly in fist like paws with black electric mag 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 actual kick. The number one two workweek were about stripping her down and normalizing her new condition as property. You might think your mom is a strong person and in many way you 're mightily, but at her core is a submissive needing to be given role. That 's all much easier when she is stoned, so constant weed intox was instrumental at the start.

Week 2 : Time was important if I wanted to truly reprogram your mother from the opinionated strong womanhood she was into a quivering pile of sex meat then I wanted to make for certain I was thorough. These seven daylight were spent in isolation, focused on dedicated fuckmachine training and limbering stretches. Getting used to 24hr plug habiliment. The genuine screw machine settings were n't all day long of track, but in between there were plenty of other chores 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 chafe 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 header up, looking forward on all Little Joe with a large dildo locked in lieu deeply inside her fully. In figurehead of her face within a foot I put the 50 inch categoric screen door with smutty porno non closure.

The dildo increased in size on Wednesday and Friday. Tuesday and Wednesday I put LSD in her food without telling her at breakfast and within a half hr it started working and I had her locked into a six hour fuck session on the fuckmachine and CRT screen time 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 go and crosswired and a clean slate.

Week 3 : Rebuilding her now was going to be much comfortable. Got ta think of kid, this was voluntary. I know it seems like I did this to her, but she was a volition participant. Or at least a good loser when you did n't come through for her. Of course of study, yes two calendar week of dehumanization and psychedelic shtup seance were n't going to literally wipe her nous out, but I think we made a gracious dent. The go weeks forced cycle per second 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. Week three was the first base time in over 14 daytime that she left the sign of the zodiac 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 assistance to pilfer her mamilla up, making her teat visible through the sheer cloth of her one man stretchy slut dress that had no sleeves, low cut front, back and face and hemmed three inches below her asscheeks, which was embarrassing because instead of panties she wore her male plug.

Instead of sleeping in the cuff I upgraded her to a skillful big kennel that we put in the laundry elbow room. I also taught her little hand signaling when I wanted her to fuck someone else. Tried that out on some missionaries that came knocking on the door, church service of the light of son of the ray of latter day holy man or something. She got his pants off and prick in her mouth before he ran off. He kept saying he could n't take out that he already had ! Lol

Week 4 : At the end of week four I had a stove poker nighttime 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 vex, nonentity was upset you flunked out, we all had a big laugh and as the nighttime went on, each of them had taken their minute to fondle her, or slip 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.

Week 5-8 : We ca n't pass all day going through all the weeks but lets just say, some of your friends fucked her. Some of your neighbor fucked her. I took her to an unskilled strip contest in a really stinky 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 strip show for the room, a parade of degenerates followed her into the lavatory and lined up for their turn.

The last two weeks she spent pimped out of a motel room off the highway with 9 to 5 hr before come in home ragged and then put back in her doghouse 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 course of instruction. You gave your worthless word and your mommy 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 normal 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 weird sounds she made were her showtime row to anyone in two month. Funny story, after the bet was over and you came nursing home and she hugged you and spoke her first words and we had an early dinner party that she cooked. That intact time she was still wearing her anal retentive plug. I guess after two months straight it became pretty comfortable.

Now you might believe I consider telling you this as my revenge. That I am just saying some mean shit about your mom, even if it is true up. Maybe you think that I just want to bruise your feelings and sure, that 's nice too. The verity is that my entire revenge on you will likely take years, if not the residue of your life to work on through, because I know how your writhe mind study. Now that you know how let on she is, it would make 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 find some other guy. Can you handle that ? She will literally do anything intimate you can think of. Could you even keep up with her ? And even if you do n't make out her, because you 're a pussycat, not because you have any lesson, even then you 're still stuck knowing the accuracy and watching every boyfriend or guy she brings household, 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 nooky of their lives just because its your mom ?

have fun, you little prick,

Jeff.

So obviously you can see my job. I do n't desire some new step dad guy plowing my mom, especially the kind of guy who would pursue the kind 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 drunk and start up with her ? Or maybe tell her about the letter and assist her see this is the unspoilt option ? Or should I just treat her like attribute rightfield out of the gate and set the new argument for our relationship ?

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