My mom and her boyfriend of the last five years 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 replace my dad and I admit that I used every opportunity to force back 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 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 electronic mail from him. Please read it and secernate 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 sign now. I know that we have n't always make along even at the best of fourth dimension and that us breaking up was in big part thanks to you, so I bet you feel pretty pleased with yourself now. Really you 've always hated me and every endeavor to make us Quaker. So fuck it. Why bother nominate the effort ? Instead, I am going to savour fucking with you one live on time.

Let me tell you a story about close 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 speculation hideaway ? And she got that hippie nose annulus and was so spaced out for a few calendar week afterward ? She was so relaxed and quiet from all the 60 minutes of silence ? Remember that shit ? That 's not what happened. That 's just what she wanted to tell you. The truth is your mom spent eight weeks as a sloppy fucktard slave and she was in a state of blow when you got back. She fucked my friend and she fucked random guys, anything I wanted, for eight yearn calendar 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 part of all is that all of it is actually your fracture.

Bullshit ? No bullshit. See you had that English course of instruction you were failing. You had that public lecture with your mom and you promised her that you would n't go bad the class because you 'd be spending the summer with your dad and so you could n't attend summer school to make 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 Book meant anything. That enraged her. So we made a deal.

She wanted me to eat my Holy Scripture. If you passed your English class I would buy you a car. But if you failed, then I wanted something of significant time value, something you could stack up against the thousands of dollars that a car would cost. Honestly I got a steal. She was so heartfelt and solemn in her faith in her son that she sold her lordliness cheap. We agreed if you failed that she would turn my slave for the entire two months that you were gone. So that the moment we dropped you off at the airport, she agreed to forego any independent freedoms without expressed license.

The showtime matter I did was countermand her freedom to address. Only animal noises. Grunts. Oinks. You know. See why she was so spaced out when you came home ? She had n't spoken in eight week. In fact, she had n't received any respect in that sentence really. She had agreed to be my property 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 thick 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 face ? Well I made her get them a retentive 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 musical theme when I first mentioned it and she did n't like them after she went and got them pierced. She 's block bemoaning every sentence we stretch to a adult guage, so I suppose that 's some kind of progress. Over the eight hebdomad that summertime we moved up two sizes of heaviness. 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. The moment we made the bet I started making designs on how I wanted to nominate 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 socio-economic class and I bought you a car, as division of her counter negotiating against her freedom and lordliness 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 crack-up of what we did each week that helped conduce to breaking your mom. Sorry I skip out on so many detail but you can ask her about it later maybe !

Week 1 : The 1st week was all just fun, fuckery, establishing the rules. No speaking unless asked to address. Surprising how short you ask of somebody whose opinions are n't desired. We spent time building her facial expression and her confidence. On day two we went to the piercing place and got her mamilla closed chain stretched up a guage. We also got her nose pierced, septum and each nostril and a barbell through the span of her nose. It was all very tribal and privative. The rest of the week was all plot and play time.

I had already fucked every golf hole 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 peg apart and fold over for easy access or depending on the site she would get on all tetrad or even mount a big dildo stuck to a bulwark or threshold and wreak herself off. She ate her food from a dog bowl on the reason for every repast. Most days in the first two weeks her deal were bound tightly in fist like paws with black electric 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 thou like a real bitch. The first two hebdomad were about stripping her John L. H. Down and normalizing her new condition as place. You might opine your mom is a strong someone and in many ways you 're right hand, but at her marrow is a submissive needing to be given purpose. That 's all much easier when she is stoned, so ceaseless pot intox was instrumental at the start.

hebdomad 2 : Time was crucial if I wanted to truly reprogram your mother from the opinionated strong fair sex she was into a quivering pile of sex nitty-gritty then I wanted to urinate surely I was thorough. These seven days were spent in closing off, focused on dedicated fuckmachine training and limbering reaching. Getting used to 24hr plug wear. The actual piece of tail machine settings were n't all day long of row, but in between there were mass of early 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 animal. Still no talking, so she would scratch at the door to let me know.

There was also very picayune quiescence in that week. Nights were spent locked in handcuff that held her question up, looking forward on all fours with a large dildo locked in space deep inside her fully. In front of her face within a foot I put the 50 inch flat screen with foul porn non stop.

The dildo increased in size on Wednesday and Friday. Tuesday and Wednesday I put LSD in her solid food without telling her at breakfast and within a half 60 minutes it started working and I had her locked into a six 60 minutes fuck session on the fuckmachine and screen time to fully reprogram her. It 's not as frightful as you might imagine. I kept her well lubed and hydrated and watched her cum over and over again until she was truly wear and crosswired and a blank slate.

Week 3 : Rebuilding her now was going to be much easier. Got ta remember kid, this was voluntary. I know it seems like I did this to her, but she was a bequeath participant. Or at least a soundly nonstarter when you did n't come through for her. Of form, yes two workweek of dehumanisation and psychedelic fuck session were n't going to literally wipe her mind out, but I think we made a squeamish ding. The survive weeks forced cycle of stretching affectedness 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 first meter in over 14 twenty-four hours that she left the house 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 helper to lift her knocker up, making her nipples visible through the sheer fabric of her one piece of music stretchy slut clothes that had no sleeves, low cut front, back and sides and hemmed three column 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 nice big doghouse that we put in the laundry room. I also taught her little hand signaling when I wanted her to fuck individual else. Tried that out on some missionaries that came knocking on the door, church of the light of son of the rays of latter day saints or something. She got his pants off and dick in her rima oris before he ran off. He kept saying he could n't except that he already had ! Lol

week 4 : At the end of week four I had a poker dark and invited my buddies over. Your mom served them all drinks 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 laugh and as the nighttime went on, each of them had taken their moment to fondle her, or luxate 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 expend 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 amateur 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 topical anaesthetic gloryhole. After she performed her striptease for the room, a parade of degenerates followed her into the privy and lined up for their turn.

The terminal two calendar week she spent pimped out of a motel room off the highway with 9 to 5 60 minutes before occur dwelling house ragged and then put back in her kennel until she was needed again. She was hosed down and still expected to perform her domesticated charges, cooking and cleaning silently.

Still with me, son ? Lol I know you are. Those were just eight calendar week because you failed that one class. You gave your worthless Logos and your mommy had to betray 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 appearance with her big dog kennel bed back in the garage. She was n't even permitted to mouth until it was to you, so those croaky weird sounds she made were her low words to anyone in two month. Funny fib, after the bet was over and you came home and she hugged you and spoke her first words and we had an early dinner that she cooked. That entire time she was still wearing her anal plug. I guess after two months straight it became pretty comfortable.

Now you might cerebrate I consider telling you this as my revenge. That I am just saying some mean shit about your mom, even if it is dead on target. Maybe you think that I just want to hurt your flavor and certainly, that 's nice too. The truth is that my wax revenge on you will likely take years, if not the rest of your life to act through, because I know how your twisted mind works. Now that you know how broken she is, it would take 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 rule some other guy. Can you treat that ? She will literally do anything sexual you can think of. Could you even keep up with her ? And even if you do n't have sex her, because you 're a pussy, not because you have any morals, 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 secure screw of their animation just because its your mom ?

rich person fun, you little mother fucker,

Jeff.

So obviously you can see my problem. I do n't want some new step dad guy plowing my mom, especially the kind of guy who would follow up on the sort of junkie my mom is now. So it 's not a question, I am going to protrude 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 help her see this is the better selection ? Or should I just handle her like belongings right wing out of the gate and set the new parametric quantity for our relationship ?

What do you guys call back ? What would you do ? input below .