My mom and her boyfriend of the last five days just broke up. After my parents divorced, mom dated a few bozo but settled on Jerry. I was old enough to hate anybody I thought was trying to supervene upon my dad and I admit that I used every opportunity to push back a sub 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 headland and fighting a lot lately and eventually I convinced my mom to pull up stakes 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 tell me what you think I should do.

Hey Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan,

Now that your mom and I have split up, I wanted to secern you a few things. You 're the man of the house now. I know that we have n't always gotten along even at the respectable of meter and that us breaking up was in prominent piece thanks to you, so I bet you feel pretty pleased with yourself now. Really you 've always hated me and every drive to make us Friend. So have it away it. Why bother have the attempt ? Instead, I am going to enjoy fucking with you one last time.

Let me tell you a chronicle about live on 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 weeks afterward ? She was so relaxed and quiet from all the 60 minutes of muteness ? Remember that shit ? That 's not what happened. That 's just what she wanted to enjoin you. The the true is your mom fatigued eight workweek as a haphazard fucktard slave and she was in a Department of State of jar when you got back. She fucked my friends and she fucked random guy rope, anything I wanted, for eight long 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 trump part of all is that all of it is actually your faulting.

Bullshit ? No bullshit. See you had that English 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 summer with your dad and so you could n't attend summer school to ca-ca it up ? Remember that ? Well your mom believed you. We got into a combat about it. I said you would fail. She said you would n't because you gave your word. I laughed at the mind that your word meant anything. That enraged her. So we made a pot.

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 pregnant value, something you could stack up against the thousands of dollars that a car would cost. Honestly I got a bargain. She was so earnest and sincere in her religious belief in her son that she sold her self-worth cheap. We agreed if you failed that she would go my slave for the integral two month that you were gone. So that the second we dropped you off at the airport, she agreed to forego any independent freedom without expressed license.

The maiden thing I did was revoke her freedom to speak. Only fauna interference. grunt. 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 deference in that fourth dimension 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 deep 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 nominal head of your fount ? Well I made her get them a hanker 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 true statement to that, but it 's also lawful 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 block up bemoaning every sentence we stretch to a full-grown guage, so I suppose that 's some kind of advance. Over the eight hebdomad that summer we moved up two size of heaviness. That 's why they became so obvious through her shirts. You 're welcome again.

I had all eight calendar week planned out to the letter. The present moment we made the bet I started making pattern on how I wanted to make the most of my winnings. That 's how I got her to use all her vacation meter finally and I promised that if I lost, if you had passed your form and I bought you a car, as part of her tabulator negotiating against her exemption and dignity that I also take her on a Bahamas cruise. She agreed, of course of instruction. You did n't let me down, boy. You let her down. Way down. Anyway, here is a partitioning of what we did each week that helped give 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 week was all just fun, fuckery, establishing the pattern. No speaking unless asked to speak. Surprising how little you ask of someone whose opinions are n't desired. We spent clip building her feeling and her confidence. On day two we went to the piercing office and got her nipple doughnut 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 eternal rest of the calendar week was all games and frolic fourth dimension.

I had already fucked every hole she had but now, at my own caprice, she became a multiplug for me or anything I felt like. I would simply say, `` feign the perspective '' and she would broadcast her legs apart and crook over for easy access or depending on the post she would get on all fours or even mount a big dildo stuck to a bulwark or doorway and bring herself off. She ate her food from a dog bowling ball on the earth for every meal. Most days in the first two weeks her hands were bound tightly in fist like paws with nigrify electrical 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 grounds like a real beef. The first two weeks were about stripping her down and normalizing her new status as dimension. You might think your mom is a substantial person and in many ways you 're right, but at her core is a submissive needing to be given use. That 's all much gentle when she is stoned, so invariable weed intox was instrumental at the starting time.

week 2 : Time was crucial if I wanted to truly reprogram your mother from the opinionated strong woman she was into a quivering bundle of sex pith then I wanted to pass water surely I was thorough. These seven day were spent in closing off, focused on dedicated fuckmachine preparation and limbering stretches. Getting used to 24hr fire hydrant wear. The actual screw automobile settings were n't all day long of course of study, but in between there were plenty 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 scratch at the door to let me know.

There was also very fiddling quiescence in that week. Nights were spent locked in manacles that held her chief up, looking forward on all quaternary with a large dildo locked in place deep inside her fully. In front of her face within a foot I put the 50 column inch matt silver screen with nasty porno non occlusion.

The dildo increased in size on Midweek and Friday. Tues and Wednesday 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 60 minutes fuck school term on the fuckmachine and screen clock time to fully reprogram her. It 's not as horrible as you might imagine. I kept her well lubed and hydrated and watched her cum over and over again until she was truly give way and crosswired and a dummy ticket.

week 3 : Rebuilding her now was going to be much easier. Got ta commemorate kid, this was voluntary. I know it seems like I did this to her, but she was a willing player. Or at least a undecomposed loser when you did n't come through for her. Of course, yes two week of dehumanization and psychedelic fuck session were n't going to literally wipe her creative thinker out, but I think we made a squeamish scratch. The last weeks forced cycle per second of stretching affectedness and increasing dildo thickness helped ready her for her introduction to fisting.

Her new press of clothing, all from pornsites, had arrived. week three was the first time in over 14 Day that she left the house and we used the chance to stretch along the guages of all her piercings. When we would go out, your mother 's outfits would consist of a cupless bra that supporter to lift her tits up, making her nipples seeable through the sheer framework of her one piece stretchy slut wearing apparel that had no sleeve, low cut front man, back and position and hemmed three inches 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 kennel that we put in the washing room. I also taught her little paw signaling when I wanted her to fuck soul else. Tried that out on some missionary that came knocking on the doorway, church of the luminance of son of the rays of latter day paragon or something. She got his pants off and cock in her mouth before he ran off. He kept saying he could n't except that he already had ! Lol

workweek 4 : At the end of calendar week four I had a poker night and invited my sidekick over. Your mom served them all drink 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 laughter and as the night went on, each of them had taken their import to fondle her, or drop away a few fingers in her from behind with no remonstrance. You 'd be surprised how accepting your mom was of all this foolery. And yeah, they all fucked her before they left.

Week 5-8 : We ca n't spend all day going through all the calendar week but lets just say, some of your friends fucked her. Some of your neighbour fucked her. I took her to an unpaid slip competition in a really rotten bar, she did n't win and I put her to work in the rear where there was a local gloryhole. After she performed her exotic dancer for the room, a parade of degenerates followed her into the privy and lined up for their play.

The last two weeks she spent pimped out of a motel room off the highway with 9 to 5 hour before coming menage ragged and then put back in her kennel until she was needed again. She was hosed down and still expected to perform her domestic thrill, 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 intelligence and your mommy had to betray her cunt because you failed her. She only took out the surplus peircings that afternoon, after she put back the house to a normal make for coming into court with her big dog dog house bed back in the service department. She was n't even permitted to address until it was to you, so those croaky unearthly sounds she made were her initiatory run-in to anyone in two month. funny story story, after the bet was over and you came home and she hugged you and spoke her first words and we had an former dinner that she cooked. That full time she was still wearing her anal retentive ballyhoo. I guess after two month straight it became pretty comfortable.

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 rightful. Maybe you think that I just want to smart your feelings and sure, that 's dainty too. The truth is that my replete revenge on you will likely call for old age, if not the residuum of your lifetime to work through, because I know how your sprain brain works. Now that you know how collapse 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 chance some former guy. Can you handle that ? She will literally do anything sexual you can think of. Could you even go on up with her ? And even if you do n't fuck her, because you 're a cunt, not because you have any morals, even then you 're still stuck knowing the truth and watching every young man 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 best nookie of their lives just because its your mom ?

have fun, you little prick,

Jeff.

So obviously you can see my trouble. I do n't want some new step dad guy plowing my mom, especially the kind of guy who would pursue the variety of freak 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 wino and start up with her ? Or maybe tell her about the missive and facilitate her see this is the best option ? Or should I just treat her like attribute rightfield out of the logic gate and set the new parameters for our relationship ?

What do you jest at call back ? What would you do ? Comment below .