Mothers Day is nearly here, and it brings back great memories. My Mom and I started having sex when I was 14. I had broken both wrists in a bike accident,

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Mothers Day is nearly here, and it brings back great memories. My Mom and I started having s** when I was 14. I had broken both wrists in a bike accident, and need help for everything, get dressed, shower, even to pee. She was there for me and helped me for 8 weeks.

It was then that she saw how big I was down there, and even commented that I was double the size of my Father. She would even give me a handy if I asked her because I was unable. “How is that honey, does that feel good, am I doing it right” she would say to me, and after her expert hand technique I would release usually on her shirt or dress… I think she actually liked when that would happen.

A week later she told me she would help me “relax” but needed to take her shirt of so it did not get my c#m on it. So she would strip off her shirt and underwear and give me a HJ and I would shoot all over her beautiful Br#sts. It was wonderful… She started showing up in my room in just her underwear asking if I needed relief. I always said yes please. Eventually she made up a story at week 4 that her hands were tired and would it be ok if she used her mouth… there she was in her undies S#cking my C#ck, and swallowed all of it when I finished.

Next week she finally just said that all of this relief she was giving me was making her excited, and she needed relief as well. She got undressed and climbed on top of me and started riding my stick. She would turn around and face away from me and I would watch her rear as shipped lifted up and down with me inside of her.

This went on for weeks, nearly every night. Dad worked the night shift, and was an only child and she would make dinner and we would go to my room and do it, sometimes multiple times. There would be so much of my stuff in her, it was running out and down her thighs.

One night I did it 3 times inside of her, and was really tired, but she said wait a minute, Your done but I am not satisfied yet. She climbed up towards my head and sat on my face and told me to lick it all up. So I did it and man she went wild. I must have really hit the spot because she was moaning loud and telling me what a great lover I was. I was soaked in her my juices, swallowed as much as I could. I am pretty sure she climaxed 4-5 times while I was licking her lips down there.

Finally my wrist casts were off. However, she still came to my room every night until I went of to college to get her fill. She educated me in so many ways what to do and how to use the nice tool I had to please her. She has since passed on, but every Mothers Day I think about the great fun we had in bed together.

Thanks Mom!

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DEAR ALMIGHTY,

AS YOU SEE I AM BURRIED UBDER 6+ YEARS OF UBFAIR TREATMENT AND THE HIGHLEVEL NONSENCE NUISANCES CONTINUING TO BULLY AND DEPRIVE… I FEAR I AM FALLING BEHIND JUST TO SATISFY AND JUSTIFY MY ROLE TRYING TO IMPRESS THE INCOMPETENT ILLOGICAL OBNOXIOUS INCUMBENTS SITTING (IN FACT SĤÌŤING) OVER THE HEAD…

I PLEAD TO YOU, TO PLEASE GRANT ME IN A GOOD HAND OF AN EMPLIYEE WITH LONG AND WELL TREATED ROLE WHERE I CAN FEED MAY FAMILY ( THOUGH THEY ARE ALSO NOT MUCH GRATEFUL BUT ITS MY RESPONSIBILITY) AND ACCOMPLISH MY ONLY DREAM LEFT, BEFORE I DIE.

ITS BEEING REALLY PAINFUL TO CAMOUFLAGE AND BEAR UP WITH SUCH AGONY AND UNFAIR INJUSTICE IN BOTH WORK AND HOME. PLEASE HELP, I AM FEELING TIRED AND EXHAUSTED FIGHTING THE SITUATIONS RELENTLESSLY. 🙏

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Living with aunt…..i found out why special surprise the next evening. That morning she again welcomed me to the shower and allowed me to touch myself. But when i got close to finishing she inatructed me to stop and to dry off and get out of the shower. Very frustrating and i pouted some and pleaded, and she was very angry. I ended up right back where i had been a couple of days ago, getting the hairbrush on my cheeks and thighs for a protracted time. She did not use the belt but after i was sobbing and pleading again she snapped at me, that this was why i needed to be cured of my addiction, i whined the minute i did not get to enjoy my body. While i did not get the belt, after reducing me to sobbing and begging, she turned the brush around and i got several agonizing minutes of the coarse bristles on my already burning backside. I was trembling and hurting and was nearly dragged back to the shower, ordered to stand there letting cold water spray on my aching backside and then facing it until my g e nit als were shrunken to near invisibility. I was a wrecked blubbering pathetic mess, and as she held me afterwards she again stressed that my behavior is what made me weak and she wanted to be proud of me for good behavior. She said she was proud of me for accepting her direcrion and punishment but she wanted me to be well behaved and not self destructive to begin with. She said these things in a loving way but there was no mistaking her when she said that punishments could be far worse than they had been. That she did not want me to force her to be that harsh but that it was up to me whether it happened.

At bedtime that day she instructed me to lay on my stomach, and she spanked me by hand, stinging and making me tear up but nothing like the hairbrush. As i lay there shivering and sniffling, she left and came back with wet towels to lay on my cheeks and backs of thighs to ease the pain. Once i was calmed down, she had me turn to spoon me and her hands gently stroked my skin. Dangerously close to my groin and arousing me but she said that just as punishment could get worse, the pleasure could get better if i behaved. So i vowed to myself to try harder to behave, because while i knew she loved me, i was also now frightened of her.

The next morning began a new morning ritual. She showered with me and let me play with myself but to reinforce her rule over me, every shower began with a standing light spanking by her hand, then bathing and allowing me to self pleasure, and then another standing shower spanking, this time with her hairbrush. As each day after day started this way, mas tu rba tion started becoming something that was associates with her control and the discipline, and my urges were dropping quickly. I began to see the morning showers as a duty or exercise in self discipline rather than a pleasure.

This was also when i had to make a daily report phone call to my mother by my aunt,’s direction, reporting whether i had disobeyed and confirming i was being spanked proactively. My mother was skeptical at first so thwt call i had to stay on the phone with my mother so she coulr hear the soanking and my crying as i was bent bare bottomed over the back or a living room char as i knelt on it.

The next door sisters/landlords, my aunt’s lifelong lovers, also began to drop in regularly and my aunt required me to report to them as well. My aunt started a calendar to track how often i had urges or waa allowed to and able to successfully play with myself.

To be continued.