My mom and her boyfriend of the lastly five years 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 replace my dad and I admit that I used every opportunity to drive a cuneus 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 go out 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 evidence me what you think I should do.

Hey Jordan,

Now that your mom and I have split up, I wanted to secernate you a few thing. You 're the man of the house now. I know that we have n't always gotten along even at the respectable of times and that us breaking up was in boastfully part thanks to you, so I bet you feel pretty proud of with yourself now. Really you 've always hated me and every sweat to make us friends. So nookie it. Why bother create the effort ? Instead, I am going to delight fucking with you one last clock time.

Let me tell you a story about survive 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 hippie nose ring and was so spaced out for a few hebdomad afterward ? She was so relaxed and calm from all the hours of silence ? Remember that shit ? That 's not what happened. That 's just what she wanted to recount you. The Sojourner Truth is your mom drop eight hebdomad as a waterlogged fucktard slave and she was in a nation of shock when you got back. She fucked my friends and she fucked random guys, anything I wanted, for eight retentive 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.

crap ? No crap. See you had that English 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 assist summer school to make it up ? Remember that ? Well your mom believed you. We got into a battle about it. I said you would flush it. She said you would n't because you gave your Son. 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 people class I would buy you a car. But if you failed, then I wanted something of significant economic value, something you could stack up against the thousands of dollars that a car would cost. Honestly I got a deal. She was so earnest and sincere in her faith in her son that she sold her dignity cheap. We agreed if you failed that she would suit my slave for the integral two months that you were gone. So that the moment we dropped you off at the aerodrome, she agreed to forego any independent exemption without expressed permission.

The first thing I did was revoke her exemption to speak. Only fleshly noises. Grunts. grunt. You know. See why she was so spaced out when you came home ? She had n't spoken in eight weeks. In fact, she had n't received any respect in that prison term really. She had agreed to be my property and I did n't encounter 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 social movement of your face ? Well I made her get them a foresightful time ago, close to when we started going out. She would say she agreed to what I wanted and that cipher made her do anything. There 's definitely some verity 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 stopped bemoaning every clock time we stretch to a freehanded guage, so I suppose that 's some sort 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 hebdomad planned out to the letter. The moment we made the bet I started making conception on how I wanted to make the most of my winnings. That 's how I got her to use all her vacation clock time finally and I promised that if I lost, if you had passed your family and I bought you a car, as share of her riposte negotiating against her freedom and dignity that I also take her on a Bahamas cruise. She agreed, of trend. 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 contribute to breaking your mom. Sorry I skip out on so many item but you can ask her about it later maybe !

Week 1 : The low week was all just fun, fuckery, establishing the linguistic rule. No speaking unless asked to speak. Surprising how fiddling you ask of mortal whose opinions 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 mamilla rings stretched up a guage. We also got her nose pierced, septum and each anterior naris and a barbell through the nosepiece of her nose. It was all very tribal and privative. The relief of the week was all game and play time.

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, `` take on the post '' and she would spread her pegleg apart and bend over for easy memory access or depending on the berth she would get on all fours or even mount a big dildo stuck to a wall or door and bring herself off. She ate her food from a dog bowl on the background for every meal. Most Clarence Shepard Day Jr. in the first two weeks her hands were bound tightly in fist like paws with Black person electrical tape so she learned to eat from the pipe bowl like a dog, with her face. If she had to pee, she did it out on the lawn in the yard like a real bitch. The first gear two workweek were about stripping her down and normalizing her new status as prop. You might suppose your mom is a firm someone and in many fashion you 're mighty, but at her pith is a submissive needing to be given aim. That 's all much easier when she is stoned, so never-ending weed intox was instrumental at the scratch.

Week 2 : clock time was all important if I wanted to truly reprogram your mother from the opinionated strong woman she was into a quivering pile of sex essence then I wanted to make certainly I was thorough. These seven sidereal day were spent in closing off, focused on give fuckmachine education and limbering reach. Getting used to 24hr jade wear. The actual piece of tail simple machine settings were n't all day long of course, but in between there were plenty of other chores for her to do. cooking and cleansing 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 itch at the door to let me know.

There was also very little sleeping in that week. night were spent locked in handlock that held her head up, looking forward on all fours with a large dildo locked in place deeply inside her fully. In front of her face within a foot I put the 50 column inch 2-dimensional screen with filthy porn non blockage.

The dildo increased in size on Wednesday and Friday. Tuesday and Wed 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 hour fuck session on the fuckmachine and projection screen time to fully reprogram her. It 's not as frightful as you might envisage. I kept her well lubed and hydrated and watched her cum over and over again until she was truly broken and crosswired and a space slating.

Week 3 : Rebuilding her now was going to be much easier. Got ta think kid, this was volunteer. I know it seems like I did this to her, but she was a volition participant. Or at least a in force unsuccessful person when you did n't come through for her. Of course, yes two weeks of dehumanization and psychedelic fuck session were n't going to literally wipe her mind out, but I think we made a nice dent. The last week forced cycle of stretching mannerism 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 1st metre in over 14 days that she left the house and we used the chance to stretch the guages of all her piercings. When we would go out, your mother 's outfits would comprise of a cupless bra that helper to lift her tits up, making her pap visible through the sheer fabric of her one piece stretchy slut dress that had no sleeves, low cut battlefront, back and sides and hemmed three inches below her asscheeks, which was embarrassing because instead of panties she wore her plug.

Instead of sleeping in the handcuff I upgraded her to a nice big kennel that we put in the laundry room. I also taught her little hired man signal when I wanted her to eff mortal else. Tried that out on some missioner that came knocking on the room access, church of the light of son of the rays of latter day saints or something. She got his bloomers off and cock in her sassing before he ran off. He kept saying he could n't except that he already had ! Lol

hebdomad 4 : At the end of calendar week four I had a poker nighttime and invited my brother over. Your mom served them all crapulence in her skimpy garb. 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 night went on, each of them had taken their instant to fondle her, or splay 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 spend 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 inexpert strip contest in a really crappy bar, she did n't win and I put her to act in the back where there was a local gloryhole. After she performed her stripteaser for the room, a parade of degenerates followed her into the bathroom and lined up for their turn.

The last two week she spent pimped out of a motel room off the highway with 9 to 5 hours before forthcoming home ragged and then put back in her kennel 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 hebdomad because you failed that one class. You gave your worthless Holy Scripture and your mommy had to sell her slit because you failed her. She only took out the additional peircings that good afternoon, after she put back the house to a formula forge appearing with her big dog kennel bed back in the service department. She was n't even permitted to speak until it was to you, so those croaky Weird sounds she made were her get-go word to anyone in two month. Funny story, after the bet was over and you came habitation 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 retentive quid. I guess after two calendar month straight it became pretty comfortable.

Now you might recollect I consider telling you this as my retaliation. That I am just saying some mean shit about your mom, even if it is genuine. Maybe you think that I just want to hurt your feelings and sure, that 's nice too. The truth is that my full-of-the-moon retaliation on you will likely take class, if not the rest of your life to work through, because I know how your twisted psyche works. Now that you know how broken she is, it would take so little for you to use her like the shaft 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 sexual you can consider of. Could you even go on up with her ? And even if you do n't fuck her, because you 're a kitty, not because you have any ethics, even then you 're still stuck knowing the truth and watching every swain 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 effective fuck of their spirit just because its your mom ?

Have fun, you little incision,

Jeff.

So obviously you can see my job. I do n't require some new stone's throw dad guy plowing my mom, especially the kind of guy who would pursue the sort of freak my mom is now. So it 's not a question, I am going to start fucking my mom. The job is how. Should I get her drunk and start up with her ? Or maybe tell her about the alphabetic character and help her see this is the best 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 think ? What would you do ? Comment below .