Feature Writer: The Goddess of Death /
Feature Title: Evil Mom /
Uploaded: http://www.asstr.org/~Polaris/
Copyright: 2012, The Goddess of Death. All rights Reserved
Story Codes: Pregnancy, Breast Milk, Abuse, BDSM, Sexual Torture, Mutilation, Incest /
Evil Mom
Life has really been weird for me. I remember when i was a teenager. I knew exactly what i wanted to do. I felt destine to be the most sadistic evil bitch that ever walked across this planet. But then my animalistic urges wanted sex.
As I was my evil self, I was more isolated from the world because i felt very different. I was happy, but my sexual urges were powerful and required me to learn about social engineering, tricking people, befriending people, and playing games with their heads, basically all the traits of the devil.
Well, fortunately i used my awesome body and my mind tricking abilities way too well and as you know, unfortunately birth control is not as good as my fucking abilities so i got pregnant. So, on down the road blahja blahja, I gave birth to a boy. Most mom’s would say, ‘oh, that was the most amazing experience ever.’ I was more like ‘get that FAT FUCK out of my body or else I am going to use a screw driver to dig it out!’
Yeah, luckily I used my good ole human engineering skills to keep my baby after that, after all, I do have a control issue– and what is mine is mine ya know?
I have no clue who the father of the baby is. Yeah, sounds terrible doesn’t it? One thing I can feel great about is that I have no sexual transmitted diseases. I have had sex with some pretty scary people and the thought did cross my mind with some of them that the crusty sores on their cocks were going to be the death of me. But, lucky me, I am disease free!
When I brought the thing home, I like to call my ‘pet’, one of the most annoying things I have ever heard is the sound of my baby’s crying. So I chased a pain pill with some day old cold coffee I had left on my counter from yesterday morning. Side note- I bought Bose noise canceling headphones- works great! It was then it had occurred to me that the baby might be hungry.
The pregnancy made my average sized breasts swell up to large white globes of mammary flesh. Yes, I have had these fuckers slapped, whipped, tortured, I have had needles stuck all the way through them; but one thing my fuck mates really got turned on by is being sprayed in the face by the delicious milk those globes contained.
So I took my shirt and bra off and brought the baby’s lips my nipple. It seemed to shut the twerp up temporarily. I was also enjoying the feeling of having my nipples sucked on. I haven’t had any sex in a few days due to my undesired pregnancy, so that was heaven. Anyways, that is how it all began, and I wanted to debrief you.
Six years later, I now have a – six-year-old boy, and I have not treated him any better since the pregnancy. I think I have dropped him more times then I have my cellphone- in fact I think I value my six hundred dollar cellphone more then my boy. Yeah, if my boy got kidnapped I wouldn’t look for him. If my boy so happen to go chase after a ball in the street and get ran over- I’d laugh a little, but then I’d have to act like it was a bad thing and push a few tears out.
Today, I have a boyfriend that has been trying to uncover my dormant evil side. I love being despicable. I have openly fucked my boyfriend while my son was playing with empty soda cans on the floor at the side of the bed–soda cans are his toys, I never buy him anything fun.
I love spraying my lover’s sperm onto his face or on his body. I think at my full evil potential, I am more evil then my boyfriend. Like this one time, I was whispering in his ear while fucking him cowgirl position, telling him I’d want to eat out the pet’s butt on my face while my boyfriend sucked his little penis. My boyfriend was not too keen on being bisexual, but I thought the idea was hot as hell.
After a while, I began opening my evil mind. Seemed like the more I opened it, the more my boyfriend started getting scared. I really thought that was what he wanted. I always told him- be careful what you wish for! I drug my boyfriend out to the backyard about a month ago, I had turned the sprinkler on in the back to water an area of dirt. It was a hot summer day and I decided to play in the water.
I took my shorts and shirt off to reveal the most skimpiest g string you could ever see. My large mammaries were not shy at all, and frequently I had to situate my top to cover my nipple. The string of my bottom disappeared between my beautiful ass cheeks. It was like I was naked.
I pushed my boyfriend into the mud that I had made with the sprinkler and jumped on top of him giggling and chuckling. He still had his clothes on as he was not prepared for this. I kissed him affectionately, and started to unzip his jeans, he grabbed me and looked around.
“What are you doing? What about the neighbors?”
I smiled and slipped my arm away and reached back down, looking him straight in the eyes, “relax, if we get caught, we get caught.”
He stopped me again with a seriousness in his facial expression, “we can’t out here!”
I was a little aggravated, I was planning on opening up and showing him who I am, how kinky I am. I just dropped on top of him, both of us breathing moderately hard, and being showered on by the sprinkler system.
“So, what? What are you scared of? I thought this is what you wanted?”
He did not respond immediately. He then started to rub my arms pathetically. “I do; but I thought all of that evil stuff was just a fun idea- not actually happen.”
I propped myself up on my elbows so I can look into his face, “babe, this ain’t even scratching the surface of evil. You really need to know who you are sleeping with babe. You have been hyping on me to reveal my real, uncensored self, and now you are just going to tell me it was an idea? You better be joking!”
Turns out, he wasn’t joking. I stood up immediately and looked down on him in shame, “you disgust me, you have a beautiful, hot, sexy, woman standing in front of you that wants to share her most darkest desires and you act like a sissy!”
He just looked at me quixotically, “babe chill out, you are overreacting. We can go inside and talk about all the evil things you want to do, but we should keep it in the bedroom!”
I don’t know what happened then inside my brain but I must have snapped.
I smiled, “yes, that is exactly what I want us to do, I want to fuck your brains out! Get into the bedroom and I will be right there behind you! You want me to see how much of a man you are, get in there!”
I watch him get up and go inside, surprisingly without any fuss. I walk into my tool shed and grab some chains and a handsaw. I walk into the house and bring the chains in, setting the handsaw outside of my room. I felt so alive at that point that I knew what I was doing was right. I knew letting my evil self be free was going to change my life forever.
I walked up to him laying on the bed sexily, and smiled.
“I realized how much of a fool I was trying to have sex with you outside. If we got caught, we could have been sexual offenders! That would just be terrible! But I got a new game for us, I am going to chain you up, and make your cock explode in my mouth.”
He smiled, “now that is just fine!”
I locked him up really tight to the bed. My baby boy walked up behind me with the saw in hand and handed it to me. “Why thank you, it’s about time you did something worth anything!”
“Huh, babe? What are you going to do?” My boyfriend’s eyes fixated on the saw.
I smiled as I placed the saw right beneath the shoulder. I began sawing into his arm without giving him any warning. Delightful, orgasm producing screams filled the room. My boy behind me ran into the closet, closing his eyes and covering his ears.
“You fucking loser!” I yelled at him while sawing, “you could have had it all, but no! You stopped me! You know I have control issues, I told you how evil I can get!” I got to the bone, I had to dig real hard, using most of my body weight to dig the saw blade in.
I knew my boy would hear what I had to say. I knew my boy was learning a lot of new things about his mom. Guess he is going to get scarred for life. I love it. I finally cut through the bone, through the rest of the muscle tissue and then finally completely off. His pain was too unbearable to hear me talk. I took one of my bed sheets and wrapped it around his nub to slow down the bleeding. I started sawing into his other arm, but more towards his elbow then his shoulder. After about ten minutes of blood spurting, sweat inducing work I took a break.
I walked over to the closet to look to see my son. He had wet his pants and crying from all the screaming my pathetic ex boyfriend was doing. I picked my son up and brought him over to the unconscious man on her bed.
“That is what happens to you if you disobey mommy. OK?” My son nodded his head, “never disobey mommy, and you will keep your arms and legs.” I took a steroid shot and stuck it into his heart to jump start it. I placed smelling salts under his nose and woke him up. I grabbed a torch and cauterized his two nubs, the searing pain must have been unbearable.
“Son, can you grab my axe for me from the tool shed.” I said as I sat next to my boyfriend’s face and ran my fingers over his tear stricken cheeks. “You had to be an idiot eh?”
“Please, stop this!”
I always watched faces of death when I was a kid, and now- to witness such grotesque spectacle happening in front of me, it was a thrill ride at a level you could never experience unless you tortured and murdered someone. They say you cannot change a person, well- you can definitely see the difference in my ex boyfriend’s eyes. I bet if he knew this was going to happen to him, he would have let me fuck him in front of the supreme court judge.
“Babe, oh my god, I have no arms,” he realized that a few times, and each time he cried like a bitch. I love it.
My boy came dragging an axe, too heavy for him to carry.
“Such a good boy!” I grabbed the axe from him and smiled to my mutilated ex. “You did this to yourself!” I slammed the axe into his leg, over and over until it was hanging by tendons and thin strips of muscle tissue. I did the same to the other leg. Cauterized both while he was at full attention, thanks to the steroid.
That was a month ago. Today- I have myself a quadriplegic sex doll living in my room. A week ago, once he was healed enough to use, I took him out into the mud and finally got what I wanted, a fucking, in the yard, in the mud, under a sprinkler. You would be surprised how much weight is in the arms and legs. He still is heavy, but I bought a wheel barrel to roll him around in.
My boy has also taken his liberties with the man. I licked my boy’s dirty asshole while my son stuck his penis in my sex toy’s mouth and peed in it! Since then, I have used my sex doll’s mouth for almost every waste that comes out of my body. I have spit in his mouth, crammed a lit cigarette in his mouth, shit in his mouth emptied my bloody menstrual fluid into his mouth, everything! I imagine in half a year or so, he will begin to realize he is stuck that way. He might even enjoy it.
I am far from over telling you about my life. I definitely want to tell you more of my incestuous experiences with my son. I am beginning to find a certain value for him. I’ve noticed he has a high pain tolerance. And boy do I love to dish out pain. Till next time.
THE END
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