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."
