All characters are 18 and up. Names are intentionally withheld to allow the reader to imagine their own characters.
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Abuse. The dictionary definition is: To ill treat with unjust censure. But there are degrees of abuse. There is mental abuse and there is physical abuse. There is the abuse of a substance and abuse of power. Then there is what I like to call generational abuse. This is the abuse that is passed down from parent to child and so on and so forth. In the case of my family, it may have started with my great grand father or even earlier however I can't be sure of exactly how far back it goes. I do know that my grand father, my mom's dad, was a real prick. The things he did to my mother bordered on torture. Why she didn't up and kill herself long ago I will never know although there are rumors that she tried but I can't confirm them with any facts or proof. And why she didn't take out my grand father while he slept is a mystery to me as well.
My grandfather was a military man, just as his father before him. Both were veterans of major wars. My grandfather survived WWII and was a decorated officer. He did not produce a son however and I often wonder if he took out his anger on my mom for not being born a boy. I'm sure that the war had a great deal to do with his attitude and his alcoholism. Yes, he liked to get his drink on. But as my mother grew older, then the real fun began. His drinking got worse and my mother was soon the target of his perverted sexual advances. Now before you go thinking anything further, I've met my dad, and he is not my grandfather. My mom divorced my dad when I was just a boy, but that's another story for another time.
Long story short, my grand father warped my mother into the mental abusive psychopath of a woman that she is today. Thanks to generational abuse, now it's my turn. It's pretty much all I've known for my entire life. The spankings, the beatings, the constant verbal degradation and now as a young teenage man, I've recently become her sex toy just like she was to her father.
To most people, hearing this is a total shock to them but for me it's all I've ever known. I was born into it so it doesn't even faze me. I'm like this numb zombie. I have no friends, no girlfriends, and no prospects for any kind of social life. My sole purpose in life is to be my mothers whipping post and personal satisfier. Sex with my mother is like being in the army. She acts like a female drill sergeant but the weird thing is, I have grown to like it. I'm sure it's because my own mind is so warped and fucked up that the dimension between normal and abnormal has been deleted from my mind. I mean, I have a vague idea that most families don't function this way but like I said, it's all I've ever known. Normal is something I've never been exposed to.
If someone were to ask me if having sexual feelings for my mother felt wrong to me, my answer would be yes and no. Yes, I know that having sex with my mother is not normal but at the same time I think that if you've been exposed to a certain way of life long enough, you first get used to it and then learn to love it. And at 18, I still have never been with another girl other than my mother so I had no basis of comparison.
There are some who might say that I am brainwashed but I would have to disagree. My understanding of the term brainwash is to change the way a person is thinking and convert it to their way of thinking. In my case, I was never converted into this lifestyle, I was born into it. So having said that, it really should come as no surprise to hear that I love being my mom's personal sex toy. I get off on how my mom treats me when we're having sex. Her military style of sex is pure ecstasy for me. I suppose to get the big picture I would have to describe a night of sex with my mother.
Like my grandfather, my mother likes to drink as well. It is when my mother drinks that I know I am going to become her sex slave. My mom is actually a very good looking woman in her early 40's. She has one of those voluptuous bodies with a great round ghetto booty which she loved to show off with her skimpy slutty clothes that she likes to wear. Her tits are a full C cup bordering on a D and are still nice and perky for her age.
One night as my mother was getting her drink on, she came up behind me and started kissing on my neck. Before and after sex is the only time my mom is actually affectionate towards me, which is partially why I like the sex. With her drink in her hand she said,
"Mommy's feeling very nasty tonight. Would you like mommy to make Mr. Willy feel real good?"
I never know why she phrases things in the form of a question, like I have any choice. I simply nod my head and let the games begin. And when my mother says she is feeling nasty, she means it. Her warped perverted sexual acts are a culmination of years of perverse sexual abuse from her father. Sex with her is nasty, foul, and twisted but man can she fuck. She is like a wild animal. The things she can do with her body are out of this world and never fail to give me earth shattering orgasms.
She took my hand and led me to the family room, which for me gave new meaning to the words "family room". She shoved me on the shoulders and I fell back into the lazy boy chair. She modeled herself back and forth across the room asking,
"Do you like how mommy looks tonight?"
She was dressed in one of her favorite prostitute outfits with high heel fuck me pump shoes and fishnet stockings. She had an extremely low cut skin tight spandex mini skirt and a hot thong that she made sure to show me by striking a fuck me pose and bending forward. Her tits were pushed together with a lacy push up bra that was covered by a trashy see through shoulder less top. Her face was painted in full prostitute war paint and her hair was crimped with a crimping iron. As she pranced and paraded herself in front of me she said in her husky sultry whisky voice,
"Tonight mommy's going to be your slutty whore. I'm going to be your personal dirty prostitute and I want you to treat me like one of those porn stars."
My cock always springs to attention at the sound of her voice. She can say anything and it will sound sexy. It isn't only what she says but how she says it. My mother is a master of vocal skill and vocabulary especially when it comes to talking dirty. She knows when to lower her voice to a whisper with a psychotic creepy tone to it and when to raise her voice to a commanding, don't fuck with me or suffer the consequences edge to it. She can shout, command, and bark orders like an army drill sergeant, then on a dime change into a chilling mommy dearest Faye Dunaway.
My mom makes sure I'm an active participant in our sexual experiences, which I have no problem with because she is a damn good looking woman. She loves to involve me in undressing her.
She put one foot between my crotch and said,
"I want you to slowly inch my stockings down mommy's leg. Oh yes sweetheart, that's just fine. Okay now this leg, mmmm you're so bad to mommy. Such a nasty dirty boy. Now I want you to unstrap mommy's shoes and take them off. That's good honey now slip mommy's stockings off my feet and start kissing my toes. Oh that looks so dirty. Mommy's son is kissing his own mother's feet and toes. But we're just getting started my dirty little boy. We're going to get much, MUCH nastier, aren't we?"
"Yes mother"
My mom always likes to put heavy emphasis on who she is and our relationship as mother and son. I am never allowed to refer to her as anything but mom or mother. For her, the affirmation that we are committing incest makes for more intense sexual fulfillment. And the more taboo and nasty and sick she can make the experience, the more intense of an orgasm she can have.
"Yes mother yes, I want to do every nasty thing I can do with you. I love it when you talk nasty to me. Please mother, tell your nasty dirty son what you want him to do."
"Oh you are a nasty dirty little fucker aren't you? You know what mommy wants you to do right now? I want you to pull my mini skirt up while I bend over and I want you to pull my thong to one side and start licking mommy's ass hole. Ohhh yeah, that's it you nasty fuck... Lick that ass you little shit... Make your tongue nice and stiff for mommy... Like a little cock... Is your tongue nice and stiff for me baby?... Okay then son, pull my ass cheeks apart so you can get at my shit hole real good... Okay then baby, start out slowly at first then pick up some speed and plunge your stiff cock tongue into my open ass ring.... After a few minutes of steadily plunging my ass with your tongue I want you to go even faster and pound your face into my excrement exit... Finally, when I command you to hall ass, that is code for sodomizing my ass with your tongue at full throttle speed... Do you understand what mommy wants from you, you perverted nasty bastard?... I want to shift you like gears in a car... 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th... Think you can handle that shit for brains?... Huh, you dumb ass mother fucker?... You'll probably screw it up... You're such a stupid piece of shit some times."
I knew I would be punished severely if I didn't do this right. I emptied out my brain and set my mind to the task at hand, concentrating on my mother's voice.
