I fucked the shit out of your mom-1

Hey dipshit! Yeah, of course I’m talking to you. Who the fuck else would I mean? Anyway, I have some news for you.
I fucked the shit out of your mom.
Yup, you read that right. I had sex with your mom. Real deal. I took her to bone town. I looked her right in the eyes and I filled her with cock. Come on dude, you know what I mean. My dick, pumping in and out of that vag.
Your mom’s vag, I mean.

Nah dude, this isn’t an apology. I’m not sorry I banged your morn. She is hot as shit. I would bang her again in a heart beat. I don’t know about you, but I like getting laid.
And when a fine piece of ass comes around like your hot mom, I’m going to plow it, no regrets.
So where to start? I keep going to the part where I stuck it in, but I can go back a little farther. I saw your mom jogging in that little black track suit and I said, “OH SHIT!” I had to pull over the car just to keep my jaw from hitting the damn break pedal.

Now I see pussy like some men see wine. And your mom is the expensive shit. Aged, ripe, and with a full body flavor.
You could tell from her tight stomach how much she worked for herself. I like that in a woman. Someone who can eat right and exercise to keep herself in physical perfection. Your mom clearly cared about her body: you don’t get an ass like that without daily squats. And those full, perky breasts meant she wasn’t eating any McDonald’s. Fresh, pure foods nurture a body like that.
Your mom ate salads for lunch and did crunches before bed all to keep that tan toned body ready for cock.

You know anything about fine wine? It gets bought by some rich man and sits in an cabinet for years when it should be out getting drunk. Same thing with your mom.
Sure she opened her legs to shoot out a couple of kids, but that ain’t right. Every moment she spent wiping boogers off your nose or making a family dinner was a moment she wasn’t ramming cocks inside her. And with a perfectly cared for body like that it was a goddamn waste.
She needed to fulfill her true purpose.
Don’t you believe for a second that your mom was put on this Earth for you. Look at that body. She’s here to luck.
I followed her back to your house where I saw the stupid large mansion you folks live in. Again, what a waste.

What’s the use having a balcony overlooking the pool if you can’t get fucked right over it?
Look, I may be just a young know-nothing hot-shot, but let me put it straight: your dad is a fucking clown. No doubt in my mind. I never even met the guy, but I can tell you with certainty that he wasn’t even half the man necessary for a fine ass woman like your mother.
First, dick size. I seen what you’re packing from the locker room, and it’s nothing to brag about. Same goes for your daddy. A woman like your mom needs a cock that can break off in that pussy, not get swallowed up before it hits home. To put it bluntly: I got the inches that put both you and your dad in your place. Your mom could see it.

Second, attitude. A fine woman doesn’t want to be pampered, she wants to be directed. Here is my cock, you suck it now. Your dad probably had to buy her some mega pricey diamonds if he even wanted her to look at his dick.
Next thing I know, I’m parked across the street with my cock out pumping it beneath my steering wheel. And holy shit did I want your mom to come over to lick every drop of cum out of my balls. So I jizzed onto your driveway and left, wondering how the hell I was going to get that pussy.

But it wasn’t even that hard, dipshit. All thanks to you. It only took a little research to learn mystery MILF and you happened to live in the same house. And that she got jizzed in and popped you out of her coocher. No I swear, that’s what it says in the county register, word for word.
Anyway, I’ve known you for how long, since we were kids.

If you had warned me earlier that your mom was so fine, I would have banged her years ago and we wouldn’t have to be having this talk right now. It was honestly a little selfish of you not to offer her to me back then.
I know, you and I didn’t always used to get along. Growing up, there was always some tension. But that was natural, dude, it wasn’t personal. There are just three kinds of people: the alphas, the normals, and the betas. And for a beta like you, it’s inescapable. Even the normals could see that you were weak and they were picking shit with you.

So of course an alpha like me could do it. Hell, I was beefier than you and more muscular than you and I even got better grades.
Like, remember the cafeteria? You used to carry three trays of lunch over to my table so that me and my buddies didn’t have to wait in line. And then you’d get back in line and get your own. The girls fucking saw that dude, they knew what it meant. That’s why when we were pounding them senseless, you were steal beating off to their yearbook photos.

Trust me when I say it’s biological. We’re animals just like chimps and rabbits. Remember biology class, when we learned about natural selection? That’s how these genes pass along, dude: FUCKING. So while betas like you are left behind as prey for the wilderness, the alphas like me return home to the extra pussy you failed to come back to.
Physically fit women want to secure their reproductive line with strong offspring. It meant something to your mom that you were such a beta. It meant she needed to try again, to reroll the erotic dice and ensure her perfect genes survived. And what better reproductive partner than the alpha who reduced her son to an impotent mess?

Your dad and you didn’t have the bio-genetic radar to notice the threat that was under your noses. I was getting ready to bang the shit out of your mom.
I started out by introducing myself. I made her laugh. I asked her out to dinner and showed her what it feels like to be out in public with a man who commands respect.
You saw me picking her up in my car and dropping her back home. You saw her glance at her phone and smile at my texts. How did you not realize that each instance was more grease on the well oiled path from my dick to her sweet pussy? After all the bitches at school who you watched me slather with lube and slip everything I had inside, how could you not see?

You told yourself whatever you had to. You said it was nice that she was making friends. That it was normal for a woman her age to wear lip gloss when meeting a “friend” of her son. You invented whatever excuse you had to avoid the fact that your mom was starting to crave my cock.
To be fair, it’s not like she realized it all either. The key to being an alpha is to seem effortless and always be a step ahead. I was pulling lots of tricks to get her subconsciously focused on sex. When I was with her, I’d use hand gestures to draw her vision to my groin, where tight briefs showed off my girth. I drove past strip clubs that had flashing marquees of bare breasts. And of course, when she was in my car, we only listened to rap music that described in detail the kinds of fucking I soon would do to her.

A true piece of fuck meat like your mom repsonds to this kind of suggestion. Like I said, she started dressing up to meet me, wearing tight dresses and short skirts. She’d start these flirty little games with me, like one where I scored points by flicking popcorn into her cleavage. The best was when we’d do fitness and she’d offer to stretch my muscles, “accidentally” planting her tits in my face.
The last step was to show her why I was the alpha for her.

I did this by slowly introducing stories about my relationship with you. At first, I let her think that you were just my normal friend. But as she got to know me, I started to reveal more. I told her about how you tried to read the sexts I got from girls, and how worried you were when the health teacher showed a penis size distribution.