My mom and her beau of the last five age just broke up. After my parents divorced, mom dated a few guys but settled on Hun. 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 wedge between them and despite it all my mom was quite devoted to Jerry and even more so as the year went on. Now I know why. He and I had been bumbling school principal and fighting a lot lately and eventually I convinced my mom to leave alone him. She had to choose me over some other guy, right ? So he left a workweek or two ago and he was pissed off. Yesterday I got this electronic mail 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 distinguish you a few matter. You 're the man of the house now. I know that we have n't always suffer along even at the well of times and that us breaking up was in tumid part thanks to you, so I bet you feel pretty pleased with yourself now. Really you 've always hated me and every effort to make us champion. So fuck it. Why bother form the effort ? Instead, I am going to love fucking with you one last clip.

Let me recount you a taradiddle about last 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 retirement ? 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 secretiveness ? Remember that shit ? That 's not what happened. That 's just what she wanted to tell you. The true statement is your mom dog-tired eight hebdomad as a sloppy fucktard slave and she was in a state of electrical shock when you got back. She fucked my friends and she fucked random bozo, anything I wanted, for eight long weeks.

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 skillful part of all is that all of it is actually your flaw.

horseshit ? No shit. See you had that English grade you were failing. You had that talk 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 hang summer school day to take a shit it up ? Remember that ? Well your mom believed you. We got into a fight about it. I said you would break down. She said you would n't because you gave your Christian Bible. 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 important time value, something you could stack up against the 1000 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 lordliness cheap. We agreed if you failed that she would become my hard worker for the integral two calendar month that you were gone. So that the moment we dropped you off at the aerodrome, she agreed to forego any self-governing freedoms without expressed permission.

The number 1 affair I did was revoke her freedom to speak. Only fleshly disturbance. oink. grunt. You know. See why she was so spaced out when you came home ? She had n't spoken in eight workweek. In fact, she had n't received any respect in that clip really. She had agreed to be my property and I did n't play nice with my new toy. Still do n't think me ?

You noticed her nipple rings. Even through a bra those big dense 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 prospicient 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 estimation when I first mentioned it and she did n't like them after she went and got them pierced. She 's stop bemoaning every time we stretch to a bigger guage, so I suppose that 's some kind of progress. Over the eight calendar week 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 week planned out to the letter of the alphabet. The moment we made the bet I started making designs on how I wanted to clear the most of my winnings. 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 form and I bought you a car, as parting of her counter negotiating against her exemption and dignity that I also take her on a Bahamas cruise. She agreed, of track. 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 chip in to breaking your mom. Sorry I skip out on so many point but you can ask her about it later maybe !

hebdomad 1 : The first week was all just fun, fuckery, establishing the prescript. No speaking unless asked to address. Surprising how footling you ask of individual whose ruling are n't desired. We spent prison term building her look and her confidence. On day two we went to the piercing station and got her nipple rings stretched up a guage. We also got her nose pierced, septum and each anterior naris and a barbell through the bridge of her nose. It was all very tribal and privative. The rest of the week was all plot and free rein time.

I had already fucked every hollow she had but now, at my own impulse, she became a multiplug for me or anything I felt like. I would simply say, `` assume the position '' and she would fan out her legs apart and bend over for easy access or depending on the situation she would get on all fours or even go up a big dildo stuck to a wall or doorway and bring herself off. She ate her food for thought from a dog bowl on the solid ground for every meal. Most 24-hour interval in the first two weeks her hands were bound tightly in fist like hand with black electrical tape measure so she learned to eat from the pipe bowl like a dog, with her typeface. If she had to pee, she did it out on the lawn in the yard like a actual kick. The 1st two weeks were about stripping her down and normalizing her new status as property. You might imagine your mom is a strong person and in many ways you 're the right way, but at her core is a submissive needing to be given purpose. That 's all much easier when she is stoned, so constant weed intox was implemental at the start.

Week 2 : Time was essential if I wanted to truly reprogram your female parent from the opinionated warm cleaning woman she was into a quivering mess of sex meat then I wanted to make believe for sure I was thorough. These seven Clarence Day were spent in closing off, focused on dedicated fuckmachine preparation and limbering reaching. Getting used to 24hr plug wearing. The actual fuck machine settings were n't all day long of line, but in between there were flock 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 creature. Still no talking, so she would fray at the room access to let me eff.

There was also very small sleeping in that week. nighttime were spent locked in manacles that held her head up, looking forward on all four with a large dildo locked in place oceanic abyss inside her fully. In front of her face within a foot I put the 50 inch level filmdom with filthy porn non plosive.

The dildo increased in size of it on Midweek and Friday. Tues and Wednesday I put LSD in her nutrient without telling her at breakfast and within a one-half hour it started working and I had her locked into a six hour fuck academic term on the fuckmachine and 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 broken and crosswired and a blank slating.

hebdomad 3 : Rebuilding her now was going to be much easier. Got ta think back kid, this was voluntary. I know it seems like I did this to her, but she was a leave participant. Or at least a dear loser when you did n't come through for her. Of course, yes two weeks of dehumanisation and psychedelic piece of tail school term were n't going to literally wipe her mind out, but I think we made a nice dent. The close workweek forced cycle of stretching affectedness and increasing dildo thickness helped ready her for her introduction to fisting.

Her new wardrobe of article of clothing, all from pornsites, had arrived. Week three was the first time in over 14 days that she left the planetary house and we used the opportunity to stretch the guages of all her piercings. When we would go out, your mother 's rig would consist of a cupless bra that avail to lift her boob up, making her nipples visible through the sheer fabric of her one patch stretchy slovenly woman dress that had no sleeves, low cut straw man, back and sides and hemmed three inches below her asscheeks, which was embarrassing because instead of step-in she wore her plug.

Instead of sleeping in the manacle I upgraded her to a skillful big doghouse that we put in the laundry room. I also taught her lilliputian paw sign when I wanted her to get laid someone else. Tried that out on some missioner that came knocking on the door, church of the light of son of the light beam of latter day saints or something. She got his pants off and rooster in her oral cavity before he ran off. He kept saying he could n't take out that he already had ! Lol

calendar week 4 : At the end of hebdomad four I had a fire hook night and invited my buddies over. Your mom served them all boozing in her skimpy attire. I told them all about our bet. Do n't worry, nonentity was upset you flunked out, we all had a big laugh and as the night went on, each of them had taken their consequence to caress her, or luxate a few fingers in her from behind with no expostulation. You 'd be storm how accepting your mom was of all this indulgence. And yeah, they all fucked her before they left.

calendar week 5-8 : We ca n't spend all day going through all the weeks but lets just say, some of your ally fucked her. Some of your neighbor fucked her. I took her to an amateur landing strip contest in a really shitty bar, she did n't win and I put her to work in the rachis where there was a topical anesthetic gloryhole. After she performed her stripper for the way, a parade of degenerate followed her into the lavatory and lined up for their turn of events.

The last two weeks she spent pimped out of a motel way off the highway with 9 to 5 minute before make out domicile ragged and then put back in her kennel until she was needed again. She was hosed down and still expected to execute her domestic billing, cooking and cleaning silently.

Still with me, son ? Lol I know you are. Those were just eight week because you failed that one division. You gave your worthless watchword and your mommy had to betray her puss because you failed her. She only took out the extra peircings that afternoon, after she put back the house to a normal turn appearance with her big dog kennel bed back in the garage. She was n't even permitted to verbalize until it was to you, so those guttural Weird sounds she made were her foremost word of honor to anyone in two calendar month. Funny report, after the bet was over and you came home and she hugged you and spoke her first words and we had an early dinner party that she cooked. That entire time she was still wearing her anal plug. I guess after two months straight it became pretty well-to-do.

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 avowedly. Maybe you think that I just want to offend your feelings and sure, that 's decent too. The truth is that my full phase of the moon revenge on you will likely consider years, if not the rest period of your lifespan to forge through, because I know how your sprain judgement body of work. Now that you know how interrupt she is, it would assume so little for you to use her like the rooster sleeve she now yearns to be and if you do n't do it I guarantee she will find some early guy. Can you wield that ? She will literally do anything sexual you can think of. Could you even proceed up with her ? And even if you do n't fuck her, because you 're a pussy, not because you have any morals, even then you 're still stuck knowing the the true and watching every boyfriend or guy she brings home plate, 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 in effect fuck of their aliveness just because its your mom ?

wealthy person fun, you fiddling prick,

Jeff.

So obviously you can see my trouble. I do n't need some new footmark dad guy plowing my mom, especially the variety of guy who would quest after the form of freak my mom is now. So it 's not a interrogation, I am going to start fucking my mom. The trouble is how. Should I get her sot and startle up with her ? Or maybe state her about the letter and help her see this is the dependable alternative ? Or should I just cover her like property right field out of the logic gate and set the new parameter for our relationship ?

What do you guy think ? What would you do ? input below .