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Mother my slave

“It happened so suddenly Friday morning. Before Friday morning the only way I had to as you know to relive my blue balls was wanking off to bondage vids and mags. But now I have the real stuff. It started when my mom bellowed my name Friday morning: “ ROGER CARL PETERSON COME HERE RIGHT NOW !” I got out of bed and slowly made my way downstairs wondering what the fuck my mom was steaming mad at me for this time. As soon as I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw my mom standing in the living room in front of the wide screen plasma TV. “Roger I've had it with you! You been completely unruly since your father died in that car wreck. You've drop out of school. You refuse to get a job. All you do is hangout with those revolting friends of yours. And now this!” I watched my mom raised her right hand up to mid chest level. My eyes were fixed onto the object mom was violently shaking at me it was a VCR cassette. “ Dammit! I fuckin forgot to take that tape out of the VCR yesterday .” I cured to myself. Then out loud he stated, “That's not mine.” “If not yours how did this disgusting thing get into my house. Did one of those creepy friends of yours bring it into my home?” “No mom I don't know how that got into the house.” As soon as I said it I knew how lame the statement was. Who else would bring a bondage video into our house. Certainly not my brainy fifteen-year-old little s****r nor mother who was violently shaking the video at me. The only other person in the house was myself. I ...

... watched my pissed off mother slam the bondage videotape to the floor. It bounced a couple of times on the rug before coming to rest in front of her. With horror I watched mom slammed the heel of her shoe down on top of the cassette. There was a resounding crunch as the cassette was smashed to bits. “MOM!” I bellowed with shock. “That vid cost me a lot of money!” “I don't care if it cost you a million dollars! I will not stand to have such a filthy, disgusting thing in my home!” Mom screamed as she kicked the shattered remains of the cassette at me. I stared down at the ruined videotape. Sadden at its lost. I had many gratifying wank jobs with that vid. My bl**d begin to boil as I thought of future lost pleasures. “Furthermore not only will I not stand for that filth to be in my home I will not allow anyone so perverted as to watch such a disgusting thing…” My cock started to stir to life as I watched my mom's heaving breasts as she screamed at me. Even though mom was thirty-eight-years-old she was a well stack thirty-eight-year-old bitch. I had often fantasized on fucking her every which way. And as I stood before her being admonished by her one o those fantasies came roaring to the front of my libido. “…GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND NEVER COME BACK!” Well that did it. If I was going to be tossed out on my ear I decided I would go with a bang. A pussy bang. My mom's pussy bang. My first real pussy bang. “GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!” As mom was screaming at me to get out of ...