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Being involved with Pops and Cletus in Pop’s masterwork was a real honor, but the bit I dug the most was when it was just me and Pops because that’s when he would pass on what I liked to call ‘Pop’s pearls’.
You see Cletus was a dang fine misogynist in his own right and he did have moments of true inspiration. Like convincing Shauna to stretch her cunt flaps.
To do that he went through a few weeks of burping the worm right before getting into bed and then let slut-mommy try and bob on his knob. Cletus let her feel like she couldn’t arouse him and then used her sense of failure to suggest that maybe if she stretched her piss flaps she would be sexier for him.
He backed it up too, showing her articles about labia stretching being linked to attractiveness and all, but here’s the thing; sure it worked and mom’s spending an hour a day with weights dangling from her stench trench, and Cletus is happily parking the penis again, but that’s just it; for Cletus it’s ultimately just about getting laid.
Pop’s is all about the beautiful art of misogyny, the beauty of intent behind the actions, not the vulgar end product of getting the old sucky fucky and it was at our booth in the ‘Green Frog Cafe’ that Pop’s would share his pearls of wisdom with me.
It was our usual Friday get together at the cafe. The yellow table cloth was clean, the sun was shining, the cherries in the pie were particularly fresh and tasty and Pops was on top form to boot.
“You see champ, you got to keep your eye on the big picture, apply the formula.”
“Uh-huh.” I nodded, chomping on the delicious pie.
“Guilt as a mother + shame as a slut = slut-mommy. You apply that formula and you get to play God, bud.”
“Sure, Pops.”
“Listen up, bud. I’m only going to tell you this once. Don’t make the same mistake Cletus has. He had potential, he could have been one of the greats, but he got distracted, sloppy. Took his eye off the big picture. He’s traded the true art for the empty satisfaction of a hot beef injection now and then and, hell son, it would break my heart if that happened to you. You got to stay smart, see?”
I glanced up from my pie and acknowledged Pops gesture as he tapped the side of his head.
“Uh-huh.” The pie sure was a triumph this morning. I decided I would get mom to start baking pies like this.
“You got to play the long game bud. The divorce was a god-send, but even prior to that I was subtly undermining and devaluing your mom. You know, just little things like making jibes about her weight or mocking her for her opinions. The divorce was just the crow bar to jemmy her insecurities wide open, but I was doing just fine before that.”
“Sure you were, Pops.”
“But the bit I was never going to get was her feeling slut shamed. I mean your mom was just one caring, devoted wife. She didn’t have eyes for anyone else and no interest in expanding our sex life. It was all about the love making for Shauna.”
“No wonder you fucked about, Pops.”
“Damn right son. The dumb stay at home goody-two-shoes bitch practically invited me to cheat on her. I mean some bottle-blonde bar fly in a tight skirt and titties hanging out, or going home to little miss perfect. Hell bud, what you going to do?
But I’m getting off point, champ. The formula’s the key and if I’m honest bud, even I didn’t see it until all the parts came together. Cletus wanted to hide the salami with Shauna, fine; that was an opportunity to degrade the slut. But that’s when it clicked; the playing God part, right.
I mean with the years of listening to the cock socket mouthing off I knew exactly what triggers Cletus needed to press to seduce the dumb sow. She had no choice really champ. I knew her emotional vulnerability around the divorce, what turned her on, what her needs were; hell I could write a guide on ‘how to hump Shauna Williams in two dates’. I might too.”
“Pops; you can’t write!”
“Don’t be a smart-ass. Now, it was mighty fine being able to direct my ex-wife’s sex life. I wanted her ass fucked; I got it. I wanted her face ‘accidentally’ pushed against the wall; I got it.
But the whole plan was limited until you showed up, bud. You were the final piece of the puzzle, the final part of the formula. You see?
Guilt as a mother + shame as a slut = slut-mommy. You got to have the opposing forces working on the cum rag at the same time. You invest in keeping those forces applied and you get to play God, have the dumb slut doing anything and everything you want.”
“Like bursting a zit, I get it already, jeez.”
To be honest it wasn’t fair of me to be so flippant; sure Pops could go on a bit, but hell, that formula of his was pure gold. He was only trying to make sure I developed my potential and he was right; Cletus had taken his eye off the ball.
I bought a round of shakes to show my appreciation. I mean the old man is the general, the Caesar. Me and Cletus are just the soldiers. Hell, who am I kidding; Cletus is just the cock Pops is amatör porno using to hate fuck the slut-mommy.
But me, I’m the prodigal son and like it or not I had a duty to make Pops proud. So taking Pop’s pearl; Guilt as a mother + shame as a slut = slut-mommy, I got to work.
Now, the key to using Pop’s formula from where we were at was to switch it around so that it read; ‘shame as a slut + guilt as a mother = slut-mommy.
See what I needed to do is have Cletus involve her in some intimate, trusting love-making that made slut-mommy feel secure enough to try something humiliating.
Then we’d time it so that I walk in and get traumatized by my mom’s slutty behavior and hey presto: shame as a slut + guilt as a mother = yet more humiliation and degradation for the slut-mommy as I play God.
Now, the outcome I wanted was for slut-mommy to begin dressing like a dumb bimbo for her caning sessions, not force her to, but for her to accept it as right because she is a slut-mommy.
But Bobby-Ray, can you achieve that? Isn’t that like playing God? Hell a true it is, but Pop’s golden formula really does allow me to play God.
Mom’s milk factories had grown two cup sizes and Suzi had her pumping those udders every two hours. She even made her a spreadsheet she had to fill in every time she expressed her milk.
It had become normal over the past few weeks for mom to sit topless in her jeans next to me on the sofa and massage her bloated breasts as she spurted those little jets of milk into a plastic tray.
One night as she was milking her left bazooma I told her I was going away with Suzi for a romantic weekend.
And lo and behold; Cletus did come a calling on his mobile phone and did make romantic cooings and offerings of love making shortly after.
(Bobby-Ray, you just got to stop this God thing going too far.)
So basically Shauna, the prim and proper divorcee is looking forward to a nice romantic weekend with her caring and sensitive lover, Cletus. Slut-mommy’s naivety and trust is truly astounding:
“Mom; you didn’t open the door quick enough. You should be spanked.”
“Okay son.”
“Mom; you have cum up your ass. You should be punished for being a slut.”
“Okay son.”
“Mom; your going to be a grand mother. Get milking your udders.”
“Okay son.”
“Mom; spanking is to intimate. Instead I’m going to cane your ass.”
“Okay son.”
“You’ll be way sexier if you yank on your piss flaps for an hour a day.”
“Okay honey.”
Hell, I know it wasn’t as simple as all that, but Pop’s golden formula sure does make Shauna behave like a slut-mommy so easily.
Anyway, I buggered off for the weekend, allegedly, and handsome and suave, charming lover man Cletus arrived with the obligatory flowers, chocolates and charm.
A couple of bottles of wine later and in the safe and candle-lit glow of her lounge, Cletus persuaded Shauna to dress up for him in a sexy pink Bo-peep outfit and dance for him.
Cletus’s comment was that it was like watching a sow rutting with a rosette on, but when I finally interrupted the evening I thought Shauna looked quite the milf.
From Shauna’s gullible point of view, I guess she was dancing for her man; an intimate act of love and expression of her sexuality in the safety of knowing her man loved her and found her attractive.
Cletus reckoned the best part was that her piss flaps hung lower than the frilly hem of the little pink mini-skirt thanks to all the stretching he had persuaded her to do. Well, that and filming the daft slut prancing about being all seductive in her pink frills so he could shame her on the internet.
Cletus let the dumb spunk monkey perform for him and she seductively ended up between his thighs lovingly giving him head.
Cletus poked the back of her throat a couple of times for the fun of watching the slobbering whore gag and then gently guided her to her feet and span her round by her hips. Whispering to her how beautiful she looked in her sexy outfit he stood behind her, pushing his hard cock against her ass. Shauna responded by grinding her hips and pushing her ass back against his cock.
He entered her gently and sensitively and began, from Shauna’s perspective, making love to her.
Cletus used all the techniques Pop’s had told him worked on the slut-mommy to arouse her and I guess she figured Cletus was some kind of amazingly intuitive lover.
There’s this way of working her clitoris as you fuck the spunk monkey from behind that just drives her wild apparently, and Cletus flicked the bean just right as he directed her into the hallway, still humping her from behind.
Once he had the slut-mommy positioned right before the front door he gently guided her to her knees and began fucking her doggy style. At the same time he upped his bean flicking so that she was lost in the throes of ecstasy, being taken by her lover, being found so desirable, feeling every inch of his passion for her anal porno as he drove her nearer and nearer to her climax.
Eyes closed as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure Cletus’s love making brought her, feeling his gentle hands, one touching her clitoris just right and the other massaging her left breast, milking it so tenderly and sensually.
The lovemaking became more passionate, more animalistic and Shauna matched him, her primal arousal rising to meet his. His hand so perfectly playing her clitoris.
She felt him withdraw and felt so empty for a moment, longing for him to fill her again, to join her in ecstatic union. Instead she felt his cock push against her ass and she raised it higher, offering herself in this most private way to the man in her life.
He entered her gently, sensitive to her slightest movement and then she felt his hands cup both her breasts and gently squeeze as she bucked back, engorging herself on her lovers cock.
The feeling of being taken, of offering herself so entirely to her man drove her nearer and nearer to her climax. She was moaning and begging him to fuck her harder, lost in the ecstasies of her pleasure and…
Surprise! Guess who forgot to lock the front door! I strode straight into the house, Pops and Suzi behind me for good measure and there was Shauna Williams looking every inch the slut-mommy.
She was on her hands and knees, her arms and shoulders naked, her pink bra top and puffed sleeves pulled down as Cletus’s huge hands milked her breasts sending streams of milk spurting into the air. Shauna looked kind of cute with her blonde hair falling either side of her face, kept in place by the frilly pink bonnet.
As we burst into the hallway her face went from a closed eyed luxurious expression to what I can best describe as ‘I’m a wide-eyed bunny in a bonnet impaled on the giant cock of utter humiliation in hell’ look.
Cletus being the soldier he is went right on fucking her ass.
I did the traumatized son act, Pops just grinned and Suzi smirked as Shauna hurriedly pulled her stretched ass off Cletus’s cock and stood up. She pushed her dribbling udders back into the frilly bra and smoothed the hem of the mini-skirt down as far as she could. It didn’t even cover her stocking tops and Cletus was right; her piss flaps hung lower than the skirt.
I guess your son, your daughter-in-law and your ex-husband seeing you on all fours, dressed like a sexualized nursery rhyme as you let a guy fuck your ass and milk your tits is just too much for some sluts because the next thing Shauna Williams the slut-mommy ran upstairs and slammed the bedroom door shut.
We bet Cletus £100 a piece he couldn’t get her consoled enough to get her to slurp the gherkin and we were right. Cletus sure was pissed but hell, that’s why Cletus will never be one of the greats; it’s always about busting a nut with that guy.
The real goal was the application of Pop’s golden formula: shame as a slut + guilt as a mother = I get to play God.
I had to hand it to Pops, yet again Shauna had taken every action willingly and ended up once again as the slut-mommy. It was like Pops, Cletus and I were the three fates, weaving the tapestry of Shauna Williams destiny to be a slut-mommy.
It was truly beautiful and kind of profound.
But hell, time waits for no man and the true art of misogyny isn’t all fun. It takes hard work and dedication and it was to me that the task fell of applying the formula to slut-mommy’s psyche and persuade her to accept even further humiliation and degradation.
I waited until morning and listened outside slut-mommy’s bedroom until I heard the bed pounding and mom’s grunts. I waited for the obligatory fuck pig squeal that Pops had told me slut-mommy makes as she cums and then knocked and walked right on in.
“Jeez, mom. Is this all you fucking do? You were on your knees taking it up the ass last night and now you’re splayed like a fucking toad taking more cock!”
Shauna instantly pushed Cletus off her, her orgasm still making her tremble as she tried to prioritize her son. She covered herself with the duvet as Cletus began dressing looking well pissed off that it was the second time he had failed to blow his baby batter in the slut.
I’ll just give you the highlights of my little chin wag with the slut-mommy. Shauna sat in bed, the duvet tucked under naked arms, her breasts covered.
As soon as Cletus left I yanked the duvet fully off the bed, exposing her naked body entirely. She huddled herself and looked down.
“So what the fuck is it, mom? Do you get a kick out of making your son watch you get fucked or is it just that your cunt and ass are constantly desperate for a fucking?”
Basically the middle-aged naked dumb sow apologized over and over as I berated her for not locking the door and for making her own son have to see her being an anal whore for Cletus. I told her no son should have to see his mom dressed like a pantomime prostitute with a anal breakers porno cock up her ass and her tits being milked. I explained that if she wanted to let a man use her ass as a cum bucket that was up to her, but I shouldn’t have to see it.
“I mean, for fucks sake mom, even as we’re talking you’re still flushed and stink of sex. What do you want me to do?”
In the end Pop’s formula worked a treat and I had slut-mommy agreeing that she would succumb to whatever punishment I found appropriate if that would help me get over the trauma of having a cum dump for a mom.
Sure, she did all that discounting of the fact she wasn’t a slut, how she wanted to be a good mom, but basically she couldn’t really argue around the fact she had been on all fours with a cock up her ass and her fun bags spurting milk everywhere.
As I explained to her; “Most moms don’t perform anal sex and tit milking in front of their ex-husbands, their son and their daughter-in-law. I mean think about it, mom. Out of the four of us Cletus and Pops have both fucked all your holes, I’ve wiped cum out of your ass and we’ve all seen you getting anally fucked and milked. If you’re not going to take some dog garn responsibility for your behavior and try not to let your cunt rule your thinking, then I’ll dog garn make sure you learn to.”
For her punishment day I told slut-mommy to dress up in her pink Bo-peep outfit so that she could feel the shame of how much of a slut she had been.
I made her prepare cherry pie and strawberry milkshakes and she sure looked embarrassed when Pops and Suzi arrived and I made her serve them in her skimpy, frilly outfit.
The dumb whore didn’t even object when they arrived, but I explained anyway that as they had had to witness her fuck pig behavior they were entitled to enjoy her punishment.
She stood in the center of the lounge as we enjoyed our pie and shakes and I threw a snout mask at her feet.
“It’s to remind you not to behave like a fuck pig. Put it on.”
Man, the frilly bonnet with her hair poking out and the snout mask made a great combination and with Shauna being so short it kind of transformed her slightly pudgy body into a porky pig image.
I told her to remove her bra and she did. I hadn’t allowed her to milk her udders all day and they were extremely full. If she was happy to waste her precious breast milk that was for her grandchild, never mind that the child doesn’t exist, then dog garn it, she would pay for it.
I had Suzi bound Shauna’s udders tightly with twine, going round and round until they were pushed straight out from her rib cage, bulging and red with her elongated nipples, erect and dribbling.
Suzi had done a good job on the sow’s udders. If you pulled on them, the nipples grew to about an inch erect. They looked ridiculous and obscene. I decided right then that she wouldn’t be wearing bras anymore.
At a nod from me, Suzi grabbed slut-mommy’s bound breasts and squeezed hard. Milk spurted out in all directions, arcing through the air and splattering slut-mommies face. Suzi kept the engorged nipples pointed at Shauna’s face and simply kept squeezing.
She was far from gentle, really crushing the flesh of Shauna’s breasts until the streams of milk flowed to a trickle. Then she yanked on the giant nipples, milking every last drop out of slut-mommy’s breasts.
When her breasts were untied she stood before us in her skimpy outfit, milk dripping from her bonnet and face and down her naked belly.
Suzi attached the weights to her nipples, pulling her breasts downwards.
I placed the butt plug on the sofa arm next to Pops.
“We had to witness you dressed as a whore, so you’re dressed as a whore. We had to witness you behaving like a fuck pig so you’re wearing a snout. We had to witness you being milked like a cow, so we’re milking you like a cow. We had to witness you performing like an anal whore, so now you’re going to perform like an anal whore. Do let me know if any of this is unfair.”
Shauna the slut-mommy just waddled over to where Pops was sitting, her flesh glistening and dripping with the milk from her breasts.
Pops just sat grinning as his ex-wife began the undignified act of straddling the sofa arm. He didn’t move for her just to give her the humiliation of having to ask.
When he did move, Shauna stood with one leg stretched down to the floor at the end of the sofa, and her other leg bent and kneeling on the sofa cushion. Then she struggled to position herself and squatted down. It took her a few tries but eventually she made the duck walk from the sofa with the plug stretching her ass.
I asked the slut-mommy if she had anything to say and she apologized so sincerely. It seems wearing a snout mask, a stupid outfit, and a butt plug up your ass as you stand dripping in your own breast milk in front of your ex husband, son and daughter-in-law kind of brings out the humility in a bitch. Go figure!
Her punishment lasted all day with Shauna waiting on me, Suzi and her ex-husband just the way she was; dressed like a whore and with her milk drip dried on her exposed flesh.
Every now and then Pops would swish her exposed ass with my cane and tell her to hurry up, wallowing in the success of his hard won formula:
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