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Cretinous
By Duane O’Day
My name is Betty. I know it’s not uncommon for a Mother and her child to drift apart as the child gets into the teenage years but I have to say:
My 13 year old son’s name is Chance and I hate him. Plain and simple. He’s a prick. With Richard and I sharing custody Chase is the epitome of my failed marriage. Richard let Chase get multiple tattoos. He looks like a punk, shaven head, far too tall for 13, over six-feet. And under Richard’s unwanted guidance Chance has become a vocal supporter of male superiority. How all women are weak, inferior creatures only presented to men as breeding chattel. He’s a skinny, repulsive Nazi-punk with a bristly dirt squirrel mustache.
He never calls me Mommy anymore. He calls me detrimental patriarchy pejoratives like Babe and Doll. When he’s angry he calls me a bitch and a hippo.
I don’t deserve that. I’m not that big, just curvy in my hips and especially wide set in my gigantic backside and general pelvis spread, a horse riding woman. And especially following the kids.
My daughter, Chase’s younger sister, Alisa, called me home from my job as a research analyst. She was crying and said Chase was being a jerk. Same old story. He’s always teasing Alisa because she’s developed so young, an 11 year old with D-Cup tits. He peeps at her and calls her an udder-slut. He calls her a chosen one. Chase is always lurking outside the bathroom when she’s having a shower. He’s a born pervert and incestuous beyond normalcy. As I stated, Chase is far removed from being Mommy’s baby boy.
It’s actually nice to take the afternoon off. Cold day in February. Good opportunity to maybe warm up in the bath and see what comes to mind in the bubbles. It’s been a while since the divorce, work’s been a bear. But even so, Richard was cheating on me so regularly I wasn’t getting throttled nightly anyways. No, Richard had 4 kids with me and inbetween filling me with his sudsy cream he was pounding younger girls on the side. The few times Richard fucked me he did do it well, just enough for my greedy pussy to miss it. Like being jackhammered into the mattress. He was a violent, unrepentant animal. I remember begging him to wear a condom so I could finish graduate studies. He said he would wear it, took the glimmering orange silicone sleeve from its pack.
Then he slapped me and tied the condom around my chubby neck like a claim of ownership. With a sneer he fucked my brains out. He held my neck and wrists and laughed down at me while I thrashed. His dick was like a rhinoceros horn. I begged internally for my body not to betray me. His thickness split me violently apart and his doughy ridges massaged my horny, vulnerable clit. He knew I wanted to finish school before settling down for a family.
He ruined my life and I gushed molten humiliation jizzum all over his massive, apple-headed pussy hammer. I got off gluttonously, 7 reviling orgasms surrendered to his apish, hedgehog thick brutalizer. Tears swelled in my whore eyes as I saw him smirking each time my squishy, sudsy cunt cinched around his hostile hatefucking.
He even made me suck and lick his big cock clean after he bred me raw. I said I hated him. I threaten an abortion. But he yanked my hair and pulled me onto his lap. He spanked me like a child. Over his knee while he watched sports highlights in bed. He spanked my gigantic buttocks purple and red. He pulled my henna hair and told me to suck my pussy slime off his massive, floppy cock and balls. The condum intended to protect my breeder womb applied a consistent, degrading pressure to my windpipe. He ruined my pussy and life and all I could do was squirt frothy jizzum until the sheets were splotched with bubbles.
‘You’re gonna have my baby,’ Richard slapped my cock filled cheek. It stung and tears streamed as my jizzy, trembling pussy lips quivered. It’s disgusting how submissive I am to big cock.
And I obeyed. But only because Richard had such an impressive cock and dominant bearing. I don’t see punkish, skin-head Chance giving me much trouble. Still, I want my uninterrupted bath night more than I want to chastise Chase for bullying Alisa. So I lock the lock the bathroom door and strip naked. I turn the faucets over and apply an overzealous draught of sparkling, skin softening bubble bath. I’m soaking from thinking of mouthing Richard clean. It had a juvenile, salty-spunky taste like having one’s mouth soaped. I don’t know why my mind always draws this card to masturbate to. But the compulsion to rub my horny cunt face while a Minotaur XXL dildo rapes my velvety pussy apart … it’s becoming an addiction. It’s been a few years since my last breeding with the marriage failing.
Richard liked my curvy body for breeding but all his girlfriends were skinny trots. I see myself in the mirror, pillowy belly and crevice stretch marks. My belly button is like an eye. My silky henna here falls to my shoulders and I have dull, docile chocolate cow eyes. I have faint, golden pussy fur that trails from my plump vulva to my apricot sized anus. My whopper breasts occupy my entire chest like embarrassing, obvious fun-bags with obnoxious, milk spurting cherry blossoms for nipples.
I turn down the lights and reach for the closet door. Mommy has a huge secret basket on the upper shelf where she keeps her massive, pussy appeasing bovine-beast dildo.
But opening the closet door reveals a hiding Chance. He has 3 sisters, he was probably taking a chance they would be in. He’s a horny 13 year old. He pats his pud watching his young sisters in the bathroom. He watches them shit and jerks harder. He listens to their urinating tinkling and wrinkles his nose. It makes him think of wet pussy. If he’s lucky they take a shower or push in a tampon. An absolute sex freak.
And he stands before me wearing one of my lacy, frilly mesh g-strings. He’s using one of my smaller, turnip tick dildos to thump his bare, grapefruit big balls. His boyish, hairless body is so exposed to me. His aureate tresses bounce as he shudders with shock and surprise.
‘You sick fucking pervert,’ I whisper breathlessly. But it’s a farcical repugnance. I can’t take my eyes off his lower body. He’s wearing sneakers and socks. And one of my mysteriously missing g-strings. I can hear his light, feminine hissing voice in my head. He’s a dullard, simpleton. All the easy pass classes in school. He’s rationalizing that he steals my white pussy floss to masturbate with because they’re the same shade as cum. He always meant to hand wash and put back in Mommy’s drawer. He forgot of course. Mommy finds the vile, jizz-glued snowflake of my forsaken slutty undies under his bed. A pig. My son is a loathsome pig with no respect for women. And I stare. I hate him. But god I leer at his ridiculous penis. It’s half-hard and already bigger than Richard at full resurgence. He uses my slutty Mommy silk undies as cum-wipes for his stupendous, stupidly thick boy-penis. I can’t stop looking at it. A giddy, carnal saliva collects at the corners of my covetous lips. His sumptuous penis is aching, stretching the mesh like a bulbous pink mushroom. The knob is an unholy one-eyed serpent. It’s a vaginal chasm digger. My knees literally buckle and I drool down my chin. He knees my fat belly to double me over and throws me over the sink countertop. He pulls up my hair so I have to watch in the steamy mirror. He snaps my wicked lingerie off his cock and rapes me. He’s balls deep in my neglected cunt and grunting like a baboon. He opens my cervix to an unheralded gulch and laughs his guttural, cretinous hiss-chuckle as he plunges in and out of my buttery, sumptuous Mommy body. He might be bigger than the degrading minotaur dildo I try to quietly bounce on at night. I imagine the children walking in on me flouncing and squirting with a bovine-flared dildo filling my nasty, squelching breeder pussy. What does a mother say when she confesses her shameful need for approval and servitude. I should scream. I should fight back or at least grovel. But I take it like the subjugated cow I am. He pulls my hair so hard it’s like he’s trying to scalp me. He has gaunt, long monkey fingers. He punches the back of my skull. He slaps my chubby love-handles.
And I squeal while my squishy slackened pussy suckles his pink, godly cock. He slaps my fat ass and scream-laughs ‘oinker!’ with carnal enthusiasm. He spanks me hard and watches my flesh jiggle in the steamy air.
And I stare at myself. I look amazing with my tits wobbling as incestuous cock rails my loose pussy. Ruddy round cheeks and buxom lips and a double chin. Everything looks better as I’m used for fucking. My ruination completely saturated and snugly packed with boy penis is causing my brain to devolve. Into a mindless breeding thing. Plaything for Richard. Breeding sow for Chance. Awful, horrid, lusting Chance.
My body strains as he hatefully ruts my slathering, spongy fuck-hole. He’s dementedly plowing me into a gaped ruination that might require a diaper. It’s like he remembers every time I took away his dolls or grounded him for stealing fireworks. Now he’s taking his boyhood punishments out on my pussy.
He pulls out and dunks my head into the commode. His cock is dripping with pussy spunk and his armpits cascade with primal sweat. He slaps my ass as I stand like a helpless giraffe with the tip of my nose in the cool toilet water.
He kicks my fat ass with his sneakers. He slaps my sore, stinging pussy and laughs as I scream and my chubby thighs shake. Another palm flatly smacks my sweltering, inside out jumble count. Then my big handed boy spanks my ass with intentions to paint my cheeks with bruises. Then he continues abusively swatting my leaking whore cunt. Then back to spanking my sloppy ass.
I hate Chance. I feel his piss trickle down my spine and onto the back of my hair and neck. I want to fight back but he’s too strong. He pisses on me to mark his territory like a troglodyte. Then he roughly thrusts his fingers up my fuck-hole and his thumb penetrates my anus. He holds me like a pussy-puppet and I sob as I orgasm on my son’s fingers like a truly depraved incest slut. He pulls me up by the hair and torques one of my breasts like it’s a balloon he wants to ‘splode.
And I’m dunked by the hair again. Put on my knees with my hands grasping the bathtub’s slick edge so Chance doesn’t drown me. He plunges my head under the soapy water. His cock plumply thumps into my cervix. The boy is freakishly engorged and being drowned makes my cunt cinch up around him. I cream swirls of paste on my young son’s retard cock as he makes my voluptuousness quiver.
Spanked and drowned and fucked mercilessly. He pulls my hair and I’m allowed to breathe out my drenched face. I gasp and have a stunningly hard, cock squeezing, brain numbing orgasm on Chance’s violent rapists cock.
Better if I contribute and control my own monstrosity by satiating him with easy pussy.
He relentlessly storms my cunt and continues dunking my head. By the end I’m burbling with bubble bath spewing out my nose and mouth. I’m on the bathroom floor, my mutilated pussy drapes open like busted pink saloon doors. My son’s thick, fertile pudding never leaves my demolished hole as Chance shoves the minotaur up my cunt to cork the cum inside my cavernous snatch. My overly inflated clit tries shriveling into my folds because she’s so raw and tapped out.
Chance stands over me as I lie in puddles of my own juice and a disheveled pink bat mat. He moves the colossal base of the dildo with his sneaker to make me wail.
He says he’s not stopping with me. He says Alisa is next and I’m going to help. He ties my own filthy, cock dingy g-string around my throat. I know I can’t say no.