Mom Regrets Me *-* I Fuck Her

*I enjoy writing just as much as I do reading. So I will propose this… If any of you enjoy this

certain story and would wish me to write another one, then write me a story for me to read. And then

I will write another one. The story you write doesn’t need to be long. Something like a short story.

Something you might spend like 30 minutes on. After you write your short story, request the plot for

the next story and I’ll write it. It may seem stupid, but I do this because it gets the audience to

write a bit and go back and forth with story teller.


–This is complete fiction and fantasy. Not real events.–



When I was 17, times were tough. I had grown up in poverty as an only child. My father was a

horrible fucking bastard. He was a drunk fucker who didn’t give a shit about his family or what

happened to them. He was rarely home, and I preferred it that way because I knew that if he was

home, he would either be beating on me or my mom. My mom wasn’t very innocent either. She didn’t do

anything about the abuse. She just let it happen to both me and her. Either she didn’t care or she

liked it. She was a drug addict by day and a whore by night. All throughout the day, I would often

see my mom, shooting up, popping a pill, or smoking something. I didn’t know what she was doing and

I didn’t want to know. Most of her day consisted of doing a variety of drugs on the couch. I would

sit in the living room with her and watch TV. Sometimes I couldn’t stand to watch her ingest drug

after drug, so I would often retreat to the kitchen, where I spent most of my time. At night, I

would be in my room with the door locked. Every night. I didn’t know everything that happened in the

house at night, but I knew enough to know that it would be safer for me to stay in my room. I would

hear the front door open and close all night. People leaving and coming constantly. Through the door

of my room, I could hear the dull thumping on the wall pierced by my moms pathetic groans and

screams. I was disgusted with my life. I was disgusted with everything happening around me. I had

overflowing anger, but more importantly, I had an abundance of lust.


As much of a whore my mom was, there was no denying her beauty. She was gifted with a natural beauty

that no amount of drugs could seem to diminish. She was about 5 foot 7 with black hair and green

eyes. She had a perfectly plump ass and electrifying thighs. Her tits seemed to defy gravity due to

their sheer size and perkiness. They were huge, but still perfectly shaped. I had no shortage of

moments in which I saw my mom naked. It was actually a common occurence. Sometimes, she would be

completely naked on the couch just smoking and watching TV. She rarely spoke to me anyway, so what

reason did she have to be embarrased if I saw her naked? Her face, with the exception of her

expression, was of an angel and was so effortlessly beautiful. The reason I said “with the exception

of her expression”, is because her eye lids were always half-way closed. Her eyes were almost always

bloodshot, and she often had dark bags underneath her eyes. Most of the money she made went straight

into food, or make-up or anything that would counter-act he drug use. She ate constantly throughout

the day and I could hear her puking in the bathroom every night. She needed to keep the illusion of

youth, or business would be bad.

Angry and horny. Those were the emotions I felt all the time. I was always angry at my dad and my

mom. And I was constantly horny. The days in which I saw my mom naked didn’t help either. I was

living a pathetic existance and I was sick of it. I wasn’t an innocent child anymore. I knew my mom

was a pathetic crack whore. And I knew how much she regretted me. There wasn’t much I could do

except hide in my room. All I did in my room was think, so it’s no surprise that one day I came up

with the idea to rape my mom. It was a logical decision. I hated my mom because she hated me. And I

was a horny as fuck. It was as simple as that. One might look back at this and admit that it was a

bad choice and they regret it. But I would do no such thing. My mom deserved everything that she got

and I plan to tell you exactly what I did to her.

As I sat in my bad, I created my plans. My moms schedule was like clockwork.

– Lay on the couch naked, covered with dried jizz from the night before and in a drug induced coma

all morning until the afternoon.

– Eat and smoke and watch TV until the evening.

– And whore herself out to dozens of men all night.


It was so perfect, I had to make almost no preperations or precautions. I would wake up early, (6

am), and venture into the living room. On the couch I would find my naked and unconsious mother. She

would no wake up until at least 12. I had 6 hours to do anything I wanted to this slut and I had

never been more excited.

Still in my bed, I grabbed my water bottle and drank a generous amount of water. This would help me

wake up early enough to carry out the plans.