The Ties That BindSomething happens to you when you see your mom’s ass naked for the first tim

The Ties That Bind

Something happens to you when you see your mom’s ass naked for the first time.

If you didn’t want to see her ass getting fucked, then after seeing it naked you will, and if you did want to see her get fucked, seeing her ass naked will only make that urge stronger.

You were lucky that on the night you-know-what happened, you had just seen your mom’s ass by accident that morning when you walked into her room. She thought nothing of it. But you had been blown to pieces on the inside and reassembled as a new man.

That’s why that night when you saw that creepy looking guy slip something into your mom’s diet coke, you did everything you could to help him get away with it. Your mom’s naked ass was fresh in your mind, and you could imagine all the fun he could have with it. Instead of lacking in empathy, and not seeing things through his eyes, like most people would, you were able to put yourself in his shoes and root for him.

Nobody had the right to take your mom’s ass from him now. Not even you. Not even your mom. When your brother screamed across the bar after seeing that weird man carrying your drugged mom out with him in his arms, you cringed knowing that your plan to distract him and your dad by suggesting they play pool on the other end of the bar had failed.

The bouncers, hearing the screaming and seeing the pointing, held the man with your mom at the door as your dad and brother rushed over there. You trailed behind anxiously. You were all pulled aside into a side room. Your dad and brother pulled out their wallets on the way, eager to show the bouncers that they shared the same last name with your mom.

When the bouncer got you all in the room, your mom still in the man’s arms, much to your dad and brother’s dismay, he asked you all for ID. Another bouncer came in the room with your mom’s purse as your dad and brother showed their cards. The man was sweating and looked pale. Your dad and brother looked over at him as if to say “we got you now, cocksucker.” You felt angry at your dad and brother for their arrogance. Everything about them made you angry right now.

The second bouncer looked through her purse. “I don’t see a wallet here.”

Your dad interjected, “Some kid out there must have stole it.”

Your brother piped in impatiently, “She has her name on her phone!”

“I don’t see a phone in here either.”

Your dad: “Oh for Christ’s sake!”

The look of terror lifted slightly from the man’s face.

The bouncers could see that you were all related by your ID. He asked how and your dad said “I’m their father!” pointing at you, and “That’s my wife!” as he pointed at your mom whose head was rolling backward.”

“How do you know her?” The bouncer asked the weird man.

He stuttered. “She’s my wife. These guys had their hands all over her. I saw it when I came out of the washroom. I’m trying to get her out of here. I don’t know what kind of sick place this is that lets predators walk in here and take advantage of their patrons drunk off the alcohol they sold them and they try to stop ME, her husband whose trying to save her fro-”

The bouncer interrupted him. “Is this your mom?” he asked your brother.

“Yes, I already said that!”

You could feel your heart beating a million miles a second as the bouncer redirected his gaze to you.

“Is this your mother?”

You looked at him. You could feel the eyes of your family, sure and confident waiting for your inevitable and predictable answer on your left. You could feel the eyes of that strange man looking like the eyes of a cornered rat, as the half-open eyes of your mom looked like nothing at all on your right.

You looked over at your mom, vulnerable and ready. In the right place at the right time to have her drink spiked. In the wrong place at the wrong time to be stopped before being carried out the door. Her ass drooped down between his arms. You wished you could snap your fingers and have him disappear and reappear outside with her in his arms, but you couldn’t. That wasn’t the world you lived in. The real world took sacrifice to make anything great happen.

You looked at your mom for one last time that night, then you looked at the bouncer. “I’ve never seen this woman before in my life.”

“WHAT!”is what you heard next to you. So sudden and so loud that you couldn’t tell if it was your dad or your brother who said it.

The weird man to your right was visibly smiling. You could see it from the corner of your eye.

You continued: “I told my dad and brother to stop groping her but they wouldn’t listen. They wanted to take her home with them because mom is out on vacation. I told them it was wrong!”

“He’s lying! What the hell is wrong with you!’ He grabbed you by your neck and your brother started for you when the two bouncers grabbed the three of you and separated you. Your dad and brother’s faces were red with rage. Spit spilled from their lips in strings as they screamed at you “You fuck! You sick fuck! What are you doing!”

You looked them both straight in their eyes and yelled “I’m telling mom what you guys tried to do when she gets home! I can’t believe you two! You-” and that’s when the tears started to spill from your eyes. It was all your pent up frustration at them for trying to ruin this guy’s chance at fucking your mom, but it lent a huge dose of credibility to your story.

Your dad and brother came across as persecutors rather than victims, and they stayed that way as they screamed at you with their deep voices, until the man was apologized to and sent on his way with your mom in his arms. That’s when your dad and brother’s tears started to flow. They fought and pushed and kicked back against the bouncers arms, and all it accomplished was more bouncer running into the room to restrain the three of you. The two giant men holding you made you confident enough to make a show of righteous anger against your family by trying, unsuccessfully, to lunge at them. You were accomplishing nothing but making the bouncers sure that you had real reason to be mad at them. That they actually were trying to take home a drunk stranger to enjoy.

You were all taken outside into the night air and you were held near the wall, as you watched your mom being carried to a Chevette, placed in its back seat, and driven away into the chaos of the city with that smug, satisfied, relieved, smiling face behind the wheel. Your dad and brother screamed and cried and tore at their clothes, but they didn’t fight back. All their energy was gone. They knew that they had dug themselves too deep into the coil of a Chinese finger trap, and all effort to get out would wrap it around themselves harder. They learned in that moment how to be helpless, but they would never learn how to not care.

It was the same pain that weird man would have had if he was successfully stopped last second from taking your mom home with him tonight. Your dad and brother finally knew the horror and pain they almost visited on him. But as you looked at them with contempt, you knew that they wouldn’t understand or make the connection.

You could still hear his car ripping down the streets and you were imagining your moms ass jiggling about with each turn and pull of the hand-brake. It probably looked like jello. He was going to have fun digging in.

You didn’t want to count your chickens before they hatched, so you listened as the car grew more distant. Even though your brother and dad were on the ground wailing over the fate of your mom’s ass, you never knew if they’d discover one last moment of decisiveness and tenacity. But as the car engine and brakes grew more distance, your worry subsided with it. Until finally, you heard nothing.

And the stillness of the chilly night mirrored the stillness of your soul. You had nothing left to worry about any more. You could finally celebrate.

Your mom’s ass would be getting it soon. And that was all that mattered. And for every ounce of respect and love you lost for your dad and brother, it was two ounces of pride you gained in yourself, and 10 pounds of gratefulness you had for being the son of your mom.

Ironically, your mom would be the only one able to forgive you. A mother’s love was unconditional and unbreakable. You were proud of yourself knowing that tonight you proved that your impulse to do the right thing was just as strong.

Your mom woke up in a strange house, cold, and naked, with her ass wet with cum.

“Where am I?” she thought.

The sensation of terror filled her as her awareness started to grow.

Suddenly, she heard a door open. Then footsteps. She closed her eyes. The blackness grew twice as dark as the footsteps stopped right next to her. She was aware that someone was standing there, looking down at her. She didn’t dare move.

Suddenly she felt something on her ass. A wet cloth. Her ass was now clean. The cushion creaked and was pulled downward as the man put one knee on it. Then another. Your mom’s body jiggled around with the drooping cushions.

Suddenly, she felt the man getting closer. Then something on her vagina. It was just touching it. And all of a sudden it was inside. He was going in for seconds.

Your mom held her eyes tight as the strange penis went back and forth inside of her. She wanted to get up and run, but she was too afraid. She had nobody there to protect her, and she figured that nobody knew where she was. She was right.

And for the next two hours she just kept still with her eyes clamped shut, receiving that penis in every hole.

When you accidentally burst into her room that morning (or yesterday morning to be exact) she thought nothing of it. Little did she know it would end up with her being here, literally tasting a cock as it danced back and forth inside her mouth and cheeks as his balls slapped against her chin.

The thought that kept coming back to her was how worried you, your brother and dad must be. Little did she know she was only 2/3rds right. And that’s only because your dad and brother only loved your mom 2/3rds as much as you did. And this was what love looked like. Never mind felt and tasted like.