My Mother’s Boyfriend, My Slut

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 Divorce often times traumatizes the children, but in my case, it set me free from all their arguments. Dad signed the papers and walked out the door on my seventeenth birthday; it was the best present he could have ever given me. I was finally free, I could go to parties and hang with guys. Mom was the lenient one who was always gone on some major trip. I was cool with it until she brought home a boyfriend. Coming home from Europe, my mom walked through the front door, shouting, “I’m home, and I brought a man with me.” Those words scared me instantly, I was enjoying my freedom; I didn’t want some lame boyfriend of hers to ruin my fun, but she sounded happy so I figured why not. I should have known she would drag home a guy that screamed, “Slut!” One look at him and I decided to make his world living hell. Walking right up to him, I shook his hand and asked, “So who do you fuck when my mom’s pussy isn’t good enough?” My mother stared at me in horror, how could the angel of the family be so disrespectful. Saying something like that, with a smile on her face. She shouldn’t have worried though, the guy just laughed it off saying teenagers. That didn’t sit well with me so I continued, “Oh, so it’s teenagers that you like when you’re tired of fucking my mother. bahis şirketleri Thanks for telling me, I’ll be sure to tell my friends, should they ever need a slut.” That was the last straw, my mom began yelling at me, “Just because you’re eighteen and think you know everything, doesn’t give you the right to treat respectable people so horrible. Go straight to your room, missy; I’ve had it with your snobbish acts. You will not get lunch or supper today! Now leave my sight before I decide to do something I will regret.” Turning my back on them, I smiled and headed for my room. It wasn’t often I riled my mother’s anger, and I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity of having my freedom. She said go to my room, she never said I had to stay in it. There was a party going on this evening and I was determined to go, just to get away if anything else. Yet, just as I was about to hop out of my window, I heard the front door shut. Peeking out to the street, I found my mother hurrying to her car, off on another adventure. Knowing I was more likely to get away with sneaking out, I braced myself in the window frame, readying to jump, when a knock sounded on the door. Having not been expecting it, I fell backwards into my room with a shriek. My stupid mother left bahis firmaları her boyfriend in the house! Standing quickly, I rushed to my door and opened it, only to find something that nearly killed me. My mother’s boyfriend had found some of what I assumed were her clothes and was dressed very feminine, and to be honest, hot. Gulping at the sight, I asked, “What the hell kind of slut are you?” He smiled and stepped into my room, invading my privacy. “I’m the kind of slut that wants you to treat me like your little bitch. I’m your sissy and you are my Mistress. You did want to know what I liked did you not? So own up and give it a try.” I swallowed again and stepped back, what he said was ridiculous, but at the same time, it spiked my curiosity and I wanted to humiliate him. “Very well, but not tonight! I need to find supplies and steady my mind. Tomorrow will be soon enough, but whatever you do, you are not to touch your cock. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress, I will be a good slut and not play until you say I can.” He smiled down at me, a thrill lighting his eyes, knowing that I had every intention of dominating him, showing him how much of a sissy he was. “Good, and tomorrow you are to wear more see through clothing as well as some nylons,” kaçak bahis siteleri I said, getting into the role. “Very well Mistress, I will work to look my sluttiest for you,” he whispered with his head bowed. Closing the door on him, I went about preparing for bed, hoping that I would at least sleep some after what had just transpired. I needed not worry; the moment my head hit the pillow, I was out, dreaming of everything I would do to him. Early the next morning, I arose well rested and ready to hit my favorite adult bookstore. Dressing in black stockings, black mini skirt, red t-shirt, and my knee-high, red boots, I left in my blue sports car, careful to follow the speed limits in my rush to get what I wanted for tonight. Reaching my destination, I slid out of my car and strutted straight through the door. Finding a cute clerk, I went up to him and requested what I wanted, not caring to take the time to search. Seeing my urgency, he wasted no time in finding everything that I listed. He went even to great length to retrieve the colors I wanted. First, he found me a long, thick, black strap on. Then came a studded pink collar with a matching leash. Next followed the KY jelly. Following that was the purple crop I wanted. Last but not least, I requested their largest vibrating butt plug. It turned out to be black with diamond studs on it. Pulling out my credit card, for those emergencies my mother worried about when gone, I paid and quickly grabbed the bagged supplies, exiting the store.

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