My mom and her boyfriend of the last-place five years 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 substitute my dad and I admit that I used every opportunity to get a wedge 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 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 email from him. Please read it and tell me what you think I should do.

Hey Jordan River,

Now that your mom and I have split up, I wanted to order 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 Charles Herbert Best of times and that us breaking up was in boastfully part 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 friends. So be intimate it. Why bother make the drive ? Instead, I am going to enjoy fucking with you one last time.

Let me recite you a story 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 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 hours of silence ? Remember that shit ? That 's not what happened. That 's just what she wanted to tell you. The truth is your mom washed-out eight hebdomad as a sloppy fucktard slave and she was in a country of shock when you got back. She fucked my friends and she fucked random Guy, anything I wanted, for eight recollective hebdomad.

Your mom was just a dehumanize 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 full part of all is that all of it is actually your fault.

Bullshit ? No horseshit. 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 course of study because you 'd be spending the summer with your dad and so you could n't give ear summer schoolhouse to make it up ? Remember that ? Well your mom believed you. We got into a battle 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 spate.

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 significant economic value, something you could stack up against the thousands of dollar mark that a car would cost. Honestly I got a deal. She was so dear and sincere in her faith in her son that she sold her dignity cheap. We agreed if you failed that she would become my striver for the entire two month that you were gone. So that the moment we dropped you off at the airport, she agreed to throw overboard any free lance freedoms without expressed permission.

The first matter I did was reverse her freedom to speak. Only animal haphazardness. oink. oink. You know. See why she was so spaced out when you came home ? She had n't spoken in eight hebdomad. In fact, she had n't received any esteem in that clock time really. She had agreed to be my property and I did n't represent skillful with my new toy. Still do n't believe me ?

You noticed her nipple rings. Even through a bra those big thick anchor ring 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 straw man of your face ? Well I made her get them a long clip 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 the true to that, but it 's also on-key that she flat out refused the idea when I first mentioned it and she did n't care them after she went and got them pierced. She 's stopped up bemoaning every time we stretch to a swelled guage, so I suppose that 's some kind of forward motion. Over the eight weeks that summertime 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 weeks planned out to the letter. The moment we made the bet I started making designs on how I wanted to make 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 year and I bought you a car, as part of her return negotiating against her freedom and lordliness that I also take her on a Bahamas sail. She agreed, of course of action. 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 contribute to breaking your mom. Sorry I skip out on so many particular 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 mouth. Surprising how piddling you ask of individual whose belief are n't desired. We spent time building her aspect and her confidence. On day two we went to the piercing place and got her nipple rings stretched up a guage. We also got her nose pierced, septum and each nostril and a barbell through the bridge of her nozzle. It was all very tribal and privative. The rest period of the week was all game and turn time.

I had already fucked every hole she had but now, at my own notion, she became a multiplug for me or anything I felt like. I would simply say, `` usurp the place '' and she would spread her legs apart and bend over for well-fixed access or depending on the place she would get on all Little Joe or even get on a big dildo stuck to a paries or door and bring herself off. She ate her solid food from a dog bowl on the ground for every meal. Most solar day in the initiative two weeks her hands were bound tightly in fist like paws with black electric taping so she learned to eat from the bowling ball like a dog, with her face. If she had to pee, she did it out on the lawn in the yard like a substantial bitch. The first two workweek were about stripping her down and normalizing her new status as property. You might think your mom is a strong person and in many elbow room you 're right, but at her nitty-gritty is a subservient needing to be given purpose. That 's all much light when she is stoned, so ceaseless Mary Jane intox was instrumental at the start.

calendar week 2 : meter was crucial if I wanted to truly reprogram your female parent from the opinionated strong cleaning woman she was into a quivering spile of sex meat then I wanted to realize for sure I was thorough. These seven days were spent in isolation, focused on devote fuckmachine training and limbering stretchiness. Getting used to 24hr plug wear. The factual fuck 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 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 scrub at the room access to let me know.

There was also very little quiescency in that week. nighttime were spent locked in manacles that held her head up, looking forward on all foursome with a large dildo locked in place deep inside her fully. In front of her case within a foot I put the 50 inch flat screen with filthy smut non occlusive.

The dildo increased in sizing on Wednesday and Friday. Tuesday and Wednesday I put LSD in her food without telling her at breakfast and within a half time of day it started working and I had her locked into a six minute nooky sitting on the fuckmachine and riddle time to fully reprogram her. It 's not as horrifying as you might conceive of. I kept her well lubed and hydrated and watched her cum over and over again until she was truly kick downstairs and crosswired and a clean 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 will participant. Or at least a expert loser when you did n't come through for her. Of row, yes two weeks of dehumanisation and psychedelic shag seance were n't going to literally wipe her mind out, but I think we made a nice dent. The last hebdomad forced cycles/second of stretching poses and increasing dildo thickness helped fix her for her introduction to fisting.

Her new closet of clothing, all from pornsites, had arrived. week three was the start clock time in over 14 days that she left the star sign and we used the opportunity to stretch the guages of all her piercings. When we would go out, your female parent 's turnout would lie of a cupless bra that help to lift her tits up, making her mammilla visible through the sheer fabric of her one piece stretchy slovenly woman frock that had no sleeve, low cut front, back and sides and hemmed three in below her asscheeks, which was embarrassing because instead of panties she wore her plug.

Instead of sleeping in the manacle I upgraded her to a overnice big doghouse that we put in the laundry room. I also taught her picayune paw signals when I wanted her to fuck someone else. Tried that out on some missionaries that came knocking on the room access, church service of the visible radiation of son of the light beam of latter day holy person or something. She got his gasp off and cock in her mouth 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 stove poker dark and invited my crony over. Your mom served them all boozing in her skimpy attire. I told them all about our bet. Do n't interest, nobody was upset you flunked out, we all had a big jest and as the night went on, each of them had taken their present moment to fondle her, or slew 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 drop all day going through all the calendar week but lets just say, some of your friends fucked her. Some of your neighbor fucked her. I took her to an amateur strip competition in a really shitty bar, she did n't win and I put her to work in the back where there was a topical anesthetic gloryhole. After she performed her striptease for the room, a parade of deviate followed her into the privy and lined up for their turning.

The conclusion two weeks she spent pimped out of a motel way off the main road with 9 to 5 hours before orgasm plate ragged and then put back in her dog house until she was needed again. She was hosed down and still expected to execute her domestic charges, cooking and cleaning silently.

Still with me, son ? Lol I know you are. Those were just eight week because you failed that one class. You gave your worthless word and your mommy had to trade her cunt because you failed her. She only took out the extra peircings that afternoon, after she put back the home to a normal operative 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 croaky Wyrd sounds she made were her maiden words to anyone in two calendar month. good story news report, after the bet was over and you came house and she hugged you and spoke her low gear words and we had an betimes dinner that she cooked. That intact time she was still wearing her anal nag. I guess after two months straight it became pretty prosperous.

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 dependable. Maybe you think that I just want to hurt your touch sensation and sure, that 's nice too. The truth is that my full revenge on you will likely film years, if not the quietus of your life-time to work through, because I know how your twisted mind whole shebang. Now that you know how reveal she is, it would postulate so little for you to use her like the stopcock 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 think of. Could you even keep up with her ? And even if you do n't bonk her, because you 're a snatch, not because you have any lesson, even then you 're still stuck knowing the trueness 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 near fuck of their lives just because its your mom ?

have fun, you fiddling prick,

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 prosecute the sort 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 rummy and set forth up with her ? Or maybe assure her about the letter and help her see this is the serious option ? Or should I just handle her like holding right field out of the gate and set the new argument for our human relationship ?

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