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Mother's This is a true story from my former life as a dirty little slut. It was an eye opening first for me which started an interesting stage of my sexual prowess. I was a bit of a freak! *********** My mom and I have never had a very good relationship. She has always faded in and out of my life, leaving me to be raised by my grandparents while she would chase men from one end of the country to the other. She would turn up from time to time and make promises to me that she never kept. I was confused for her empty promises, and over time I grew to resent her for leaving me with my older grandparents. In hindsight, I am glad that my grandparents took me in and raised me. With them, I had a chance at life. I don't even want to think about what could have happened to me if she had me around some of her loser boyfriends. I was bad enough as it was! My relationship with my mother was at it's absolute worst from when I was in my late teens through my early 20's. I had very little respect for the way she lived her life. Nothing about her had changed. Every few months, she would run off with her latest fling and leave me to care for my younger brother and sister. It wouldn't be long before she was back at my door again, begging for a place to stay and crying because it didn't work out. It was a vicious cycle and I was getting fed up with her bullshit. I wanted to get back at her. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to cut her down to size. I wished for some sort of revenge. And then everything fell into place so perfectly... Mommy Dearest was so proud of herself because she had just started seeing this younger guy, Robert. She was 43, Robert was 28, and I was 21 at the time. Mom and Robert invited me out for a beer, so I could meet Robert's roomate, John. Pretty much, John was a third wheel and they were hoping I'd fuck him or something. Around 1:00 AM, we went back to the bachelor pad that Robert and John shared. We had a few more drinks, played some card games, and listened to some loud music. I was actually having fun. My mother, however, was so shitfaced, she ended up passing out and Robert had to carry her into his room and tuck her into his bed. I was ecstatic when my first obstacle dropped like a fly. About an hour later, John was done for and he passed out in the living room recliner. Robert tried to get him to wake up enough to stumble into his room, but John was out cold. We left him in the chair. Robert and I sat together on the couch and I realized that I had the perfect opportunity to hurt my mom and get a bit of revenge for the years of hurt I had to endure from her. I poured myself a shot of tequila and set the bottle back down on the coffee table in front of me. I knew exactly what I wanted to say, but I froze. It was bold, but then again, I knew I had a very intriguing proposition for him. Granted, this wasn't going to be a freaky threesome, but I was offering the next best thing. Would any guy turn down the chance to fuck a mother and her ? I seriously doubted any man's resolve would be that strong. With the help of my friend tequila, I blurted it out... "I bet I am a much better fuck than my mom is," I teased Robert boldly. "Would you like to fuck me so you can be the judge?" Needless to say, he could not resist the temptation to find out for himself. Within moments, we were naked on the couch, ready to feel each other. I spread my legs apart as he positioned himself in front of me, allowing him full access to my body. The malicious intent of my revenge against my mother fueled my carnal urges in a way I had never felt before. I was so intensely aroused that I started to cum the moment I felt the long, hard cock sliding inside of my greedy little hole. Drunk and passed out, my mom snored one room over while her boyfriend fucked my brains out on the living room couch. Twice. I have no idea how many times my tender young pussy exploded around his rock hard cock, but I do remember him pulling out so I could swallow the first delicious load of his cum and sucked him hard again without coming up for air. He pulled away from my mouth and flipped me onto my hands and knees, pulling my hair as fucked me hard from behind. I took the long, hard, and deep pounding from his cock like the nasty little boyfriend stealing slut that I was. My greedy hole was tightening around his cock as I got closer and closer to achieving the apex of my pleasure. "You are definitely a better fuck than your mom," Robert growled, sending me spiraling into my neverending abyss of esctasy. My pulsating cunt squeezed tightly around his throbbing erection until the head of his cock erupted in pure blissful pleasure, pumping enormous bursts cum inside of my thirsty little hole. We collasped, exhausted and barely able to move. Robert and I were so utterly spent after round two that we fell asleep as we cuddled, naked on the couch. Neither one of us had the energy to try and hide what we had done. ♡♡♡♡♡ A few hours later, Robert and I woke up to the apartment door being slammed, followed by the sound of some pissed off footsteps going down the hall. Outside, a car engine roared and tires squealed on the pavement as my mom burned rubber as she hauled her ass on down the road. Knowing I was the better fuck made me enjoy the sweet taste of victory even more as I spent the entire day revenge fucking my mother's boyfriend. ♡♡♡♡♡ And it was the start of an exciting and somewhat dangerous kink of mine... It was the first time I ever got off on being a nasty little boyfriend fucking slut. If some bitch pissed me off, I made it my goal to fuck her man better than she ever could. I wanted to hear him tell me that I was the better fuck. Damn! I loved that shit! ♡♡♡♡♡ |
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I am sorry that life wasn't fair to you, but you were there for your sister and brother, I never had a good relationship with my mother, she passed away last year, I felt some sadness, My oldest son told me to let all the anger go, it is easier said than you can do, because when you look back at things that went on, parents could have done thing different or say I am sorry, and really mean it, I know as parents we are going to make mistakes, but we have to learn and ask our children for forgiveness, My children saw and felt the ill treatment from my mother, my daughter is very forgiving, my oldest let it go, my youngest is like me, But I think before she pass away she realize the mistakes she made, Because for almost 10 years I didn't call her or go visit her, I want her to feel my pain too, some people say that is cruel, yea maybe, what about the parent being cruel to their children?
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Wow Jess that story was hot but also unexpected. I never knew about your mom but the revenge must been sweet for you. I never had a mother like that but my father is another story. My father was a huge alcoholic. He drank constantly. I remember when I was about 7 years old and my father would come home from work he would drink till he passed out. I know men like to drink after a long day at work. Not my father he did it because he drank so much that it would make him sick. I would try to wake him up so we could go to the park and play basketball. He would just look at me slur his words and keep drinking till he either pass out or throw up everywhere. We were at a friend of his and they both would drink so much and get totally wasted. I was fed up and I was 7 years old. I called my mom, but his friend's phone was disconnected. I had to go across a high way to get to a pay phone and call my mom. Imagine a 7 year crossing a busy high way and not getting hit by a car. My mom was furious when she came to pick me up. I'm glad I didn't live with my dad for very long or I would probably be a alcoholic like him or even worse dead in the street somewhere. I took a vow when I was younger to never become what my father was and not drink. I will drink may occasionally but not too often. I was similar, in a way. My oldest daughter was born when I was 17 and I vowed that I would never be the same as my mother. I vowed to do better by her. Being on the road for work has made that difficult, but can only I hope that my children realize that I am doing this to make a better life for them rather than for my own selfish reasons. It's tough being a Mama on the road!
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Great story.
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Wow Jess that story was hot but also unexpected. I never knew about your mom but the revenge must been sweet for you. I never had a mother like that but my father is another story. My father was a huge alcoholic. He drank constantly. I remember when I was about 7 years old and my father would come home from work he would drink till he passed out. I know men like to drink after a long day at work. Not my father he did it because he drank so much that it would make him sick. I would try to wake him up so we could go to the park and play basketball. He would just look at me slur his words and keep drinking till he either pass out or throw up everywhere. We were at a friend of his and they both would drink so much and get totally wasted. I was fed up and I was 7 years old. I called my mom, but his friend's phone was disconnected. I had to go across a high way to get to a pay phone and call my mom. Imagine a 7 year crossing a busy high way and not getting hit by a car. My mom was furious when she came to pick me up. I'm glad I didn't live with my dad for very long or I would probably be a alcoholic like him or even worse dead in the street somewhere. I took a vow when I was younger to never become what my father was and not drink. I will drink may occasionally but not too often.
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