I hate fuck my estranged mom

She knocked on my door twenty years after she kicked me out. So I beat the sorries out of her.

I’m an adult man. Not wealthy by any means but comfortable. One day I heard a knock at the front door. Who the fuck could that be, I asked myself. Standing there was a woman I hadn’t seen in twenty years. My mom. There’s no way you are coming in my house I said to her. She said, I just need to talk for a moment. I said, if what you have to say doesn’t include an apology then fuck off! Please just give me a minute. I walked outside and directed her to the bench on my porch. I had so much hate for this woman that I just wanted to curse her out and send her away.

I just wanted to apologize for everything she said. I’m an old woman and I don’t have anyone left in this world. Listening to her I thought, who gives a shit! Our story ran in my head. I was 15 and at home when she and my father fell into another fight. This time it was different, it wasn’t just screaming and pushing. This time she slapped him hard across the face and pounded on his chest. In retaliation he back handed her so hard that she flew back across the living room and landing on her side on the floor. My father was physically abusive and took his frustrations out on me. He taught me to take a hit but he also taught me how to give them out. His abuse molded me into a concrete slab. I wouldn’t pick fights but bullies measured themselves on me and I beat the shit out of every one of them. One by one they stepped up and fell. I didn’t like to fight until I was in the fight. It was then that I imagined fighting back against my dad. I was relentless- every gang tried to recruit me. I wasn’t that guy.

Anyhow, this time. My mom picked up a metal vase and attacked my father. She didn’t do any damage because after one blow he took the vase and smacked her across the forehead with it. I saw red. I rushed to him and in one fell swoop I knocked the vase from his hand. He tried to grab me but I thrust the open palm of my hand connecting under his chin and he fell back. You just fucked up! He said. Fuck you I replied. You saw that she attacked me he said. She’s a woman I replied. He stood up and in front of me and he asked, so you want a piece of me? Let’s go, I replied. I was 15 and stood about a foot shorter than him. You dumb fuck do you know what you are doing? He asked. Yes I replied I am helping my mom. The look in his eyes was fire. I saw him ball his fist ms and I balled mine and took a step back. This was it, he was going to kill me. Instead he walked away straight out the door and into his car. I turned to ask my mom if she was ok. Yes she cried and ran to her bedroom. I left, walked away from our house - scared that my dad would come back with a stick, machete or gun.

I returned a few days later and all my stuff was on the front yard. Everything I owned was pilled up. I saw my mom through our front window as my father came out and said in a loud and firm voice, So, you wanna act like a man?! Ok, then go be a man somewhere else because if you try to step back into this house then I will kill you. It was the most devastating moment of my life or so I thought. I yelled out to my mom. Get out here let’s go! He’s going to kill you! Mom! Let’s go!! She just stood there in the living room. I think I saw her crying. Anyhow, she didn’t move. So I grabbed my stuff - mainly school books and clothes and a sleeping bag and I packed them into my car and left. That was the most devastating moment of my life. Fuck them I thought, they were ment for each other.

Son, I have no one she said. This snapped me back to reality. I’m broke I have no where to go and no one loves me. That’s not my problem I said. You made your bed now lay in it. Don’t come around here anymore I said. Wait! She yelled. What can I do? I’ll do anything! Fuck, I hated her. I turned to face her and I said, now you know what I felt like when you kicked me out. I didn’t kick you out she yelled. You didn’t stop him, I said. I know she cried, I know. I fucked up. That word rang in my head, fucked. We were very poor in my youth and I shared a bedroom with my parents. I remembered laying in bed turned to the wall while my father fucked my mom. She whimpered and sighed and let out tiny moans and I lay there rock hard not knowing what was happening.

An evil energy came over me and I turned to her and said come in. She didn’t know it but I was going to fuck my mom.

She stood in my living room and I demanded that she take off her clothes. What, Why? she cried. Because you said you would do anything I replied. You want me to get naked? She asked. Yes I replied. She stood there and cried. I don’t know how you found this address. I don’t know how you found me and I don’t know what you think gives you the right to try to come back in my life but, I don’t need you. I don’t need a mom. What I do need is a hard fuck!

Take off your clothes or fucken leave! I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I was a kid and you made me listen to him fuck you! You were awake? She asked. You can’t be that stupid, right? I asked. Holy fuck, you are that stupid! I said. Take off you clothes or get the fuck out! This is the last time I’ll ask before you get thrown out.

Slowly she shed her layers. Her sweater, her blouse, her pants and she stood there in my house in her underwear. Why the fuck was she wearing white lacy Victoria secrets underwear? She saw me looking and said it’s not my underwear I borrowed it, stole it from your sister.

My dick popped to attention. Take it off! I demanded. She took off the panties and all I saw was a big brown bush. She took her the bra and tried to cover up her tits with a forearm. I demanded she lower her arm. My mom had some great perky breast. They hung perfectly with her nipples at an upward slope.

I walked up to her grabbed her tit and then her chin. I demanded she stick out her tongue. She did and I pressed my tongue onto hers. I leaned in a bit her neck. Not a gentle nibble rather a hard leave teeth marks bite. I took off my belt and tied it around her neck and with the other end of the belt I led her down the hallway into my room, the main bedroom - the culmination of my aesthetic. I told her to get on her knees at the foot of the bed. She did and I undid my pants. I demanded she open her mouth and when she did I stuck my dick deep down her throat. I raped her throat. I pulled her head towards me with vigor and hate, and every once in a while I slapped the shit out of her face. I didn’t spit in her mouth. I spit in her face. Nasty ass phlem from the bowels of my throat. I would then wipe it off and stuff it into her nose. I pinched her nose and drove my dick deep into her throat. She tried to pull away and I smacked her hands don’t fucken touch me! All she did was cry.

I grabbed the belt and lifted her up to her feet. I then leaned her over the bed and slapped her ass. I spanked her ass until it was cherry red. I noticed that every time I smacked her ass her knees gave in a little. This infuriated me. So I slapped the shit out of the back of her thighs. Don’t! she cried. Fuck you bitch! was all I could reply. If you want to stay here then you will learn to love this I said. You will be my fuck toy whore and I will beat the shit out of you while I fuck you. Of you don’t want this then fucken get your shit and leave! I have nowhere to go she answered. Then shut the fuck up and pay attention to what I expect from you. I layed her on the bed face up and I told her to grab the belt. I demanded she raise and pull it above her head. I went to the bathroom and got my clippers. I clipped her pussy hair down until I saw her lips. They were big and long and swollen. Fuck! I pinched them and then slapped them and then pulled them. I saw some of her fluids come out and so I stuck a finger in her pussy and I smelled the best smell ever- it was like a homecoming. I bent down and smelled her vagina- god damn and what the fuck? The smell was over powering. I took a lick and my dick grew an inch longer.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said I’m sorry…

(I’ll work on part 2 soon- comments welcome)