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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.
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It Takes A Village III (Conspiracy)
It was a setup from the very start. Your late father’s cousin wasn’t going to be at her house. She had been gone for a week, leaving only her husband to entertain you and your mom.
He never informed your mom that he owned a pool, and when she asked if there were any beaches nearby, he said no. So she never ended up bringing a bathing suit. Instead he offered her his wife’s one and only bathing suit.
You knew that he was lying when you were searching through his bedroom for the panties and maybe some nice pictures of your dad’s cousin. All you found was a drawer hastily stuffed full of women’s bathing suits on top of batteries and watch parts.
Those bathing suits were so modest and conservative compared to the bathing suit he handed your mom, which he had to hastily rip the tag subtly before handing it to her.
This all happened just in time for the pool party, in which members of your dad’s near and distant family were to show up. Family members he spent his life avoiding and only occasionally came into contact with through his cousin, whom he trusted and loved very much.
Your dad trusted her so much that his trust even extended to her husband, who he used to go hunting with every second year when you visited. This trust was apparently misplaced, as you learned when you searched through his laptop for compromising images of your dad’s cousin and found them in the form of hidden camera footage of her changing in their room attached to e-mails that were sent to members of a local motorcycle gang and real estate developers.
You were unsure of whether he was sharing his wife’s naked body because he was being blackmailed, to gain favors from powerful people, or because he enjoyed it. Eventually, though scouring through his e-mails, you realized that it was all three. Maybe he had more than three reasons.
You downloaded all the footage of your mom’s cousin onto your flashdrive and you were eager to post them to pornhub when you got home
As for your mom, you knew something was planned for her.
He had hidden camera footage of every female on your dad’s side of the family, from ages 20 to 80. Your dad’s mother was even caught naked in their bathroom. There wasn’t one square inch of female flesh in your dad’s family that hadn’t been exposed. And there wasn’t one real estate mogul or gang member on that mailing list who hadn’t been sent all of those videos.
But there wasn’t one reference of your mom anywhere to be found. You found that hard to believe. Because in terms of getting favors, getting pleasure, or getting out of trouble, your mom was the best bargaining chip there conceivably could be. You searched his e-mails while he was out and you found one of his them, a very recent one, sent to a local real estate developer, about a person they referred to as The Human Ass.
He said he bought a special uniform for her ass to munch on and he gloated in the fact that this mystery woman was known for being dry when it came to alcohol. But he had a fridge full of “non-alcoholic beer” that had its contents replaced. And that was all he’d have to drink for his guests who weren’t used to imbibing, or well adapted to the effects of imbibing, liquor.
He said that there’d only be one obstacle in the way. And if that obstacle wasn’t also drunk by the time zero hour came, then at least they’d have a pool area full of motorcycle enthusiasts with criminal records to iron out the loose edges.
These were an exciting turn of events, and the nagging thought that The Human Ass and The Obstacle weren’t who you thought they were was a dark and upsetting thought to entertain. But you’d find out when the guests got there the next day. And when your mom asked for a drink.
When the guests starting showing up, they were already very impressed with your mom fully clothed. They became even more impressed when she ridded herself of her oppressive jeans. She grimaced with each sip from the bottle labeled “zero alcohol content.” It soon became clear to you, and maybe even to her, that she was the only female body there. A sausage party but for one bun.
But what a bun.
Many people, including the host, did their best to keep you distracted and drinking. The stupid stories, and unfunny jokes from the clean shaven men, and the slaps on your back and slightly physical attempts and quartering you off from even seeing your mom, were starting to become a little much. You headed back inside and went to the washroom. From there you could see all the action in the backyard from a near bird’s-eye-view.
It didn’t take long for the professional men to start getting close to her and talking to her with a sly look on their faces with their hands on the small of her back. But in an even shorter time after that the rougher looking men elbowed their way in to the swarm and began pawing at your mom’s skin. Picking up her legs by the thigh and caressing them, pinching at her ass, and fingering at the thin strap of her bathing suit as she put up a a fair deal of resistance.
A few times the strap was pulled completely off her butt crack and to the side. She had been lifted completely off her feet and was in the middle of a miniature sized crowd surf. The motorcycle gang on the inside had her ass, thighs stomach, and lower back to play with. The Real Estate tycoons had her calves, and feet and chest, neck, face and hair. Your dad’s cousin’s husband was off a few feet to the side openly playing with his hard dick.
You were doing the same, wondering if your MMORPG friends have ever seen anything like this. Only one of them, the alpha male of your clan, could lay claim to seeing a real naked woman when he spied on his auntie through a hole between his room and hers and watched her boyfriend have sex with her. You tried to contain your excitement at how much envy they’d have for you now. You’ve just become the new alpha wolf of your crew. The old alpha would be so angry. There was no way he could top this.
Your thoughts were broken by a satisfying snap sound. Your mom’s bikini was broken and on the ground. It was shocking how little space it took up. The Human Ass was going to be munching on something a little bit thicker than string now.
The host sat on his lawn chair naked, stroking his hard cock, and he had a look of relief, ambition and arousal all at once. His wife’s cousin’s wife’s body was now surrounded by cocks that were jostling with each other like piranhas to get inside it through its mouth or its pussy or its asshole. If they couldn’t get inside, then they’d hump around the holes.
It was clear looking at the host that all his debts were now paid, he’d be a huge mover and shaker in the world of real estate, and he had finally reached that sexual itch he wanted scratched for years.
When the mob of professionals and criminals finished their goal of extracting all pleasure and fantasy they could from your mom’s body, they all left, leaving you, your uncle, and your mom as the only ones there. You forgot how silent things could be. Your dad’s cousin’s husband grabbed his hose and sprayed your mom’s body up and down, flipped her over, and sprayed her off on the other side. Her ass jiggled as the stream of water pushed at it.
He opened up her ass cheeks and sprayed them out too and then he inserted the hose in her pussy and mouth as well. He took your naked, clean mom with him into the house and you listened as he dragged her past the bathroom door into his room with him and you listened to him moan as his flesh slapped wonderfully with your mom’s. You went back to your room and listened from there. When he was done with her, he opened up your room door and placed your mom’s naked body in bed with you as you pretended to be sleeping.
You spent the rest of the night using your mom’s body to masturbate in interesting ways. Her ass cheeks were especially effective for this. You came between her two cheeks and you left her like that. So that she would know that at least one person at that party had fun with her and she’d be too embarrassed to ask who it was. It could’ve been anyone. Or everyone. But why would she have any reason to guess that?
You heard him in his office, click-clacking away. And then in a few hours, at around sunrise, he had left the house. You left your mom in your bed and went over to his computer, to see what he was doing and you were surprised to see a folder up with one file in the very middle of it titled “To The Obstacle.”
You clicked on it and your face turned a deep red as you as you saw yourself, sitting in the very spot you were sitting now, only a few days ago, looking through e-mail after e-mail. Then it cut to footage of your mom removing her pants by the pool yesterday afternoon. Then it cut to her being lifted in the air, then her being fucked by a forest of cocks. Then to you in the bathroom watching through the window and jerking off.
Then to you in your room pressing your mom’s ass cheeks around your cock and humping away. Then to your dad’s mom, naked in the washroom changing. Then to her being ravaged by a line of men on the living room couch. Then her in his bed being fucked by him. Then your dad’s niece changing in her room, then her being spit roasted in the basement over the pool table, and finally her in his room being fucked in her face. The same with your dad’s cousin and his sister. Same pattern: changing, being gang banged, and being fucked personally by him in his bed. Every woman in your family, every woman your dad loved, had been passed around and then fucked by this man. All of them except one. At least until yesterday.
Your mom changed into what she thought was your dad’s cousin’s bathing suit behind the bar. There were cameras everywhere in this house. You couldn’t escape them. Then your mom being ravaged by the pool. Then your mom with her ass up on his bed. Her wedding ring in his hand, then up her asshole, then removed, and then he pulled out a ring that looked exactly the same, placing it on her finger, and placing the ring your father first slid onto her extended hand in front of the smiling women of his family and hers, inside a box on his counter.
Then an e-mail screen came up. And you watched as the cursor attached a file called “Complete Cuck Target Beta Tango Foxtrot: All bogies down.” And in his address field was the head of the Federal Reserve, the secretary of state, and the president of the United States. And in the e-mail he wrote “Footage of target being neutralized by “accident” and all female friendlies being violated.” Then he deleted all of it and wrote “That’s civilian speak for you, Obstacle,” deleted that and retyped instead “Code Blue: Extreme Prejudice: 98% A1776F9.” He circled the cursor multiple times around the send button, mocking you. Finally, he clicked it.
The screen went black, then white text appeared on the screen. “Sorry about papa. But somebody has to take care of this nation’s enemies. But I guess I don’t have to apologize for what we did to your mom yesterday. You seemed to enjoy it.” Footage of you jerking off in the washroom replayed for a second. Then back to black. “Just be happy that your family will be the best example to deter more do-gooders from trying to blow the whistle on those who keep this world safe. You’ll be the last person I talk to in this life. There’s a young woman a thousand miles from here whose daddy stumbled onto the wrong military testing site. I need to get a head start on being that shoulder she can cry on before she loses her dad to a freak accident nobody saw coming. We call her The Human Tits.
“Play it cool, and you’ll never have to see me again. And don’t get any ambitious ideas. There’s plenty of ways to cuck yourself that don’t involve you going missing. All the camera footage is in a single file with the name of the first girl you had a crush on on it. Don’t ask how we know that. Do what you’d like with that footage. This video will self-destruct in 3. 2.”
You braced yourself against the office chair.
“1″ And the video closed and the file disappeared. A whimper, not a bang.
You stood in your doorway, and stared at your mom’s naked ass. You were even more enamored with it knowing that its fate was being decided as high up as the white house itself. And your dad’s gift for trying to be the hero was that the fate of his wife’s ass was no longer his to decide. It was nice and fitting as far aw you were concerned. You were already looking forward to life after your dad’s death and what that meant for your mom’s ass. But things had already escalated so quickly into something heavenly and gorgeous, like your mom’s ass.
You had no idea about what it was your dad risked his life and the safety of his family to blow the whistle about, but whatever it was, there was no way it was better than this. You were glad that bogie had been neutralized and there was nobody there to watch your mom’s 6.
The only one left was you, and you’d rather watch your mom’s 6 get pounded.
Epilogue
The little box sitting on the counter glowed with a subtle red ambience. Inside, the wedding ring sitting alone buzzed slightly and it flashed every half-second with that infrared light.
In an abandoned district in Siberia, underneath a dilapidated building, a team of 14 KGB personnel stand in the glow of 12 computer screens, each one with its own distinct bars and graphs representing things only they’re trained to understand.
“Agents Svetlanza’s vital signs are zero” says a female voice in Russian.
“Do you think she has been neutralized?”
An older gentlemen steps out from his shadow holding a lit cigar. “No,” he says confidently.
“Then why can we not pick her up?”
“Her ring is off.”
“But she gave no signal for its removal, Vokolov.”
“She didn’t expect to remove it,” he said before inhaling from his cigar.
“You mean…”
He exhaled and watched the smoke as he finished his new guy’s thought. “Somebody else removed it.”
“So they’re on to her?”
The wise old owl of the relatively young team shook his head. “No. If they were onto her they’d have put the ring on another’s finger to keep us in the dark.“ All but 6 of the personnel looked at him, eager for an explanation. He continued, “I told them when I first saw her 22 years ago that this would happen.”
One of the young men asked him, though still not understanding what happened, “and they didn’t listen?”
“No, they listened. They sent her, just as I suggested. We were all excited for it to happen. I didn’t think it would take 22 years. Dmitri would have been proud. We told her that mastering an American accent wasn’t enough, that she’d have to go clubbing for a few years to really understand American culture and fit in, but she was clearly uninterested and she found somebody to settle down and had children almost immediately.
“That’s why it took 22 years instead of months like we all thought it would. With her ‘assets’, she would have been the perfect mark in those clubs. American men strike quickly and we trained her specifically to be naive. She doesn’t even understand her own son and he’s dripping with the need to see exactly what we wanted to see. Now the day has arrived.”
The older men in the room nodded knowingly, each one bursting with a weird energy. A younger woman piped in “should we arrange for another ring?”
The man exhaled a cloud of smoke. “No. Our work here is done, comrades. We’ll wait for her next broadcast and tell her her mission was successful. It may have taken 22 years but it was worth every second, especially with this team. Agent Svetlana was the best our country had to offer. And America got her when she was at her prime. The ripe age of 40. Her ‘asset’ has only improved in these two decades. Let her live a normal life now. Ill miss her. She was like a daughter to me.”
He sighed deeply.
“We’ll be monitoring a new Svetlana tomorrow or the day after. Another young lady with big ‘assets’. Two of them actually. I’ve examined them myself and I’m eager to put them in the American field of action. We’ve trained her to accept drinks from strangers and to always leave her’s unguarded when she’s on the dance floor. And in case she fails in her mission, like Svetlana, she’s been modified on a genetic level to produce only male children with low testosterone who’ll crave for her to complete her mission without even knowing she’s on a mission. Just like Svetlana’s son. Lucky boy.”
The uninitiated sat there and stared at their Vokolov with his cigar blazing. This was the most naked glimpse into what their mission really was and still they didn’t understand. All the male personnel knew was that they would miss Agent Svetlana’s pretty face and the rare moments when they’d see her full profile in her video transmissions.
And most of all, the one time Volokov made her write a message in between her butt cheeks and had her silently stand naked in her video call and open her butt cheeks to show the message. The men were happy that protocol in that instance worked out so strongly in their favor. The fact that this mode of communication was dictated by Volokov for Christmas Day went right over the heads of the male personnel who were the receivers of this stocking stuffer.
Little did they understand that that measure, like everything having to do with Agent Svetlana, was a joke on her. All of this was. There was a reason every active KGB was a beautiful woman. All 332 of them. And there was a reason why they never knew what their mission was exactly or how to accomplish it, or any martial arts or espionage or basic common sense.
Only the higher ups knew what was going on. And they were currently enjoying the good news about their favorite field operative and the fate of her ‘assets’ right now. All of their best assets were in the West, the Middle East, or Africa. The entire country had its top tier females sent abroad for active duty. It was the largest and most sophisticated cucking operation in all the world. Russian tits and ass were being fondled, groped, and Russian pussies and mouths were being fucked, consciously or unconsciously in over 56 countries. It was as if Mother Russia herself was being groped, fondled, and ravaged.
And all across the intelligence agencies, those in the know could celebrate that the best representative that Russia had to offer had been pounded by American cock.
But you were oblivious to all of this, on the other side of the world, and you shot your second load between your mom’s ass cheeks. “I love you mom,” you said, as you lay down next to her under the covers and cuddled with her naked body up against yours.
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The fact that I can’t have you makes me want you even more.
I don’t know you, so I make up the wildest stories about you and me…
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Damiano David: Eurovision winner cleared of drug use by broadcaster
Awww see? They are nice boys really…
— ON A VU SOUVENT REJAILLIR LE FEU DE L'ANCIEN VOLCAN QU'ON CROYAIT TROP VIEUX
IL EST PARAIT-IL DES TERRES BRÛLÉES DONNANT PLUS DE BLÉ QU'UN MEILLEUR AVRIL
ET QUAND VIENT LE SOIR POUR QU'UN CIEL FLAMBOIE, LE ROUGE ET LE NOIR NE S’ÉPOUSENT-ILS PAS ?
NE ME QUITTE PAS
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Nice vintage image. No need to see more than a bare bottomed lad and a belt hanging above him to tell us what’s the story here.
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