Shauna Williams: Slut-Mommy Ch. 01

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Ever since my parents got divorced I’ve met Pops at the ‘Green Frog Café’ most Fridays for a strawberry shake and a slice of cherry pie.

It’s kind of become a tradition between us and we have our favorite booth where we like to sit.

Pop’s made a split in the plastic seat cover years ago and every time we meet up he rips out a piece of the foam to take home.

He keeps them in a bowl as a ‘record of the mile’.

I was brought up by my mom following their divorce and I still live with her now, even though I’m twenty-one but I much prefer the chats with Pops at the ‘Green Frog Café.

Last Friday I was slightly late and Pops already had our booth with the shakes and pieces of pie just sitting waiting for me on the yellow plastic table cloth.

I realized something was up the moment I sat down because Pops ignored my ‘Hi’ and sat with his elbows on the yellow table cloth, his hands supporting his chin.

When his eyes met mine they were stern.

“Listen up, young man, because I’m only going to say this once. You have been acting more and more disrespectfully towards your mom lately. She’s so near to cracking she’s even asked me to have a word with you. She was in tears over the phone telling me about how you snap and swear at her, make ungrateful demands all the time and never help her out. She feels like you treat her more like a servant than the woman who raised you.

Take that other morning when I had called in to pick you up; I was walking past your mother in the kitchen, commenting on how fat her ass looks, when you just wandered in with a ‘Hi Pops’ and demanded that she make us both pancakes. I mean you just gave your mom an order and actually expected her to drop everything to slave over a griddle for you that very instant.”

I was kind of stunned and surprised by Pop’s manner towards me. I mean it’s always felt like we were equal, like buddies or like I was his side-kick and this outburst was so uncharacteristic of the old man. If it had been mom, I’d have just ignored her and asked her if she had the painters in, but seeing Pops like this, I kind of felt bad.

He hadn’t finished either, so I watched a piece of cherry pie moving around my plate as I pushed it with the fork and waited for the old man to finish.

“When I heard those words come out of my own son’s mouth, I couldn’t believe my ears and then having to stand there and watch your mom actually get out the griddle and obey you; well, son, it made my fucking cock rock hard!”

When I looked up he was grinning stupidly and he punched me jokingly in the arm.

“Got you there champ. Listen bud; It was obvious that you have no more respect for your mom than I do, and you’ve really picked up on some of the ways I used to make her feel like dog shit. Honestly, bud; respect. I could’ve hugged you when she held out the fresh pancakes and you walked off and let her waddle along with the plate after you. Just class, bud.”

I was scooping big pieces of the pie into my mouth and grinning at Pops so he could see I appreciated what he was saying. Damn that pie was good and I was pleased Pops had a lot to say so I could focus on my pie for a while.

“See, watching you act as though you have the right to make constant demands on her time without the least bit of thanks made me realize just how much of a chip off the old block you really are champ. Hell I’ve seen you pointing out her minor mistakes, grading her cooking and putting down her opinions. I mean, seriously bud; do you think you’re better than her just because she’s a doting mom who’ll do anything you ask?”

I looked up and saw Pop was serious and actually wanted a reply.

“Guess so, Pops.” I mumbled through a mouthful of pie and he swatted me on the back, nearly making me choke.

“Hell, champ. Then have I got a proposition for you. You see watching my own flesh and blood talk to his mom the way you do, not giving a monkey’s ass about her feelings, and then your mom ringing me in tears because of the way you’ve made her feel, well, it just made me horny as a bullfrog, bud. I swear to god I was jerking the old trouser snake as your mom cried over the phone; it was better than any sex phone line you could ever show me, bud.”

Pops was on a role, all worked up about his proposal so I sat back against the panel of our booth and sipped my shake and listened.

“Now, I want you to think real long and hard about the way you’ve been acting. You understand me, bud? I don’t want you just shaking this conversation off, because I’m real serious here.

Do you want to be the kind of guy who corrects his own mother and makes her feel stupid? You want to be the kind of guy who completely ignores his mom when she asks about your day, just because she’s not worth answering?”

Pop’s questions were being fired off so quickly, I figured they must be rhetorical and so I just let him roll on.

“You want to be the kind of guy who just expects his mom to pick up after him while all you do is tell amatör porno her she’s out of shape and looking tired? I mean, if that’s the kind of son you want to be then sure, I’m hell a proud that I brought you up to denigrate your mom and that’s all swell, champ, but, and this is the prize turkey, right here: Wouldn’t you rather become a master of humiliation and insults and join your old man in his masterwork; the destruction of Shauna Williams; desperate divorcee, your mom and all round useless cunt.”

I thought about it for a while as Pop’s finally shut up long enough to eat some of his pie. It sure was an interesting proposition. I mean, Shauna had spent twenty years doting on her baby boy and just like Pops I sure had taken it for granted. But that was just plain living, what Pop’s was proposing was like a design project, a kind of planned destruction of Shauna, my mom.

Now, in theory Pop’s idea sounded kind of interesting and I sure liked the idea of bonding with Pops over his project and I could see how I was ideally placed to see the project through. I mean, I lived with the dumb sow and she doted on me with motherly devotion and did everything I asked of her. She would never believe her own son would betray her and that made me Pop’s ideal recruit geographically, by societal role and for my personal belief systems that pop’s had taught me.

But the thing was that Shauna was dating Pop’s buddy Cletus and that meant all sorts of complications like Cletus supporting Shauna or hell; I could even get booted onto the street. I figured it wasn’t the right time due to Cletus being on the scene and that’s what I told Pops.

“Aw, Bud!” Pop’s said, looking hurt. “You really think so little of your old man? Do you really think your mom had a choice in who’s spurting his baby batter up her cock-socket? Hell a no, champ: Once the divorce was through Cletus reckoned he wouldn’t mind a pop at Shauna’s meat hole so we planned it real nice, like.

Hell, I schooled Cletus on her favorite places to eat, her dumb romantic comedies, ever fucking thing bud. I even told him how to make the bitch cum, what made her cunt drool like kitty litter; the whole shebang bud.

Did you think their meeting up was coincidence? Hell no, we had it all planned out. We knew she’d be uncomfortable at the party feeling all single amongst all those couples, just sitting ripe for Cletus to take a bite. We even had Cletus armed with a nice little tale about how I had betrayed him, you know just for the empathic approach and all.

It’s been a god darn trip, champ. I know Shauna’s going to take it up the ass before she fucking does. How? Because me and Cletus fucking plan it, bud. I had Cletus stretch out your mom’s ass the other week just because I was giving her a lift the next day and I wanted to see her wincing as I drove over the speed bumps. I’m telling you, son; the rewards are fucking endless.”

I had to hand it to Pop’s; he had some moves on him. Orchestrating mom’s seduction by Cletus sure was a smart move and I guess it gave me confidence in his ability to pull this off.

If he could have Shauna tricked into thinking she was in a loving relationship, all the while having her sex life dictated by her ex-husband without her knowing, I figured this had potential.

I kind of admired the audacity of Pop’s approach too; it was making misogyny an art, like sculpture or painting, only the raw material was Shauna Williams and the work of art transformation from a respectable single mom to some kind of ruined slut.

Coming up with recruiting her own son against her was genius. To be honest, I was kind of in awe of Pop’s creative genius.

I held my palms out in supplication. “What you want me to do, Pops?”

“You’re a life saver, champ.” Pop’s said, smacking me on the arm, yet again. He ordered a celebratory round of strawberry shakes, including one for Cletus and excitedly invited Cletus down, telling him how proud he was of me on the phone.

“It’s been getting harder to destroy the sausage wallet, bud and that’s why we really hoped you would come on board. I mean the meat crease has learnt to pay bills, got a social life and even a fucking career. When I was married to the bitch I had her so damn dependent on me she practically had to ask if she should take a shit.

It breaks a guy’s heart to watch his work being undone, bud. Sure, I had the guys hit on her when she kicked me out, just to remind her she was available cunt meat again, but you know what the pious bitch is like. That’s why I had to develop the plan with Cletus and to be honest bud, that’s the only headway we’ve made.”

“Sausage wallet, meat crease, cunt meat; you’re a fucking poet, Pops.” I told him, but joking aside I could feel the venom and frustration in Pop’s voice and I truly could understand his anguish.

You see mom, or rather Shauna Williams, was a prize choice for Pop’s talents: Brought up on a farm, Shauna was the naïve daughter who believed in a knight anal porno in shining armor, chivalry and honor. What a wonderful world, right?

Pop’s took her for what she was; a gullible pound cake who was traditional enough to see her wifely duties as making sure Pop’s was okay. Looking at the wedding photographs, mom looks quite pretty and I’m sure sometimes Pop’s enjoyed dipping his cock in her fat rabbit, but she was so homely, wholesome and kind hearted that obviously Pop’s was going to stray.

Over our many shakes together at the ‘Green Frog’, Pop’s has shared a whole lot of the situation and I kind of feel sorry for him really.

You see Pop’s figured he had the whole thing sewn up; a dutiful, trusting innocent wife to clean his house, bring up his kids and occasionally spread her thighs when he couldn’t be bothered to jerk himself off. Pop’s just kind of assumed that Shauna would either never suspect his affairs, or at the very least, stand by her man when she found out. But she didn’t. She found a bobby pin under the bed that belonged to a tasty little slut Pop’s was fucking called Sue-Ellen. (She was the first woman to suck me off, but that’s another story.)

Shauna threw him out and divorced him. Now, Pop’s had never expected Shauna to divorce him, I mean he was still parking his penis in her sometimes, providing for the family and fulfilling his role. Mom wouldn’t listen to reason and so she destroyed our family.

Now even though I continued to treat her like the fuck pig she deserves; Pop’s is right that she has empowered herself, getting a career and a new circle of friends and the one single aspect about Shauna Williams that makes Pop’s so mad and makes her such a good choice for his master work is this:

Shauna Williams is such a nice, pleasant person.

She doesn’t sleep around, she was the dutiful little housewife, she is earnest, caring and devoted to her family. She is even the injured partner; Pop’s being the bad unfaithful husband and Shauna the betrayed dutiful wife.

You see, there wouldn’t be the same buzz destroying some meat locker that wasn’t so innocent and nice. I mean the raw material just wouldn’t be top draw.

Plus you’ve got to respect all the work Pop’s had put in to degrading her subtly over the years and his current genius of having Cletus parking in her salami garage. That’s a good example right there; If mom was a slut having her mommy pie pounded by Cletus just wouldn’t give Pop’s the same sadistic pleasure.

It’s the fact that Shauna has only slept with Pop’s before Cletus that gives the plan its exquisite charm. It’s in the knowing that Shauna thinks she is making love as Cletus just uses her as a spunk pot, and even better is the fact that Pops can have her anally fucked on request. The level of betrayal alone is sublime.

I sure was proud of Pops.

The difference between Cletus; the guy in the café, and Cletus; Shauna’s new man was hilarious.

Sitting down opposite me, he said; “So you’re going to help the master plan, huh? Good for you, your sperm shack of a mother sure deserves it.”

“Didn’t you tell my ‘sperm shack’ mother that you loved her this morning?” I asked sardonically.

Cletus grinned. “Sure did. Ploughed the bitch ditch, swapped holes, shot my load up her ass and told her I love her. You got a problem with that?”

“Yeah. No ass to mouth.”

The three of us were going to get on just fine.

I found out that all the time Pops was having affairs he had made sure all of their friends had known. Some of them had even gone on double-dates and let Pop’s stay over with his latest slut. It was kind of cool to think that mom would have been slaving away at home, trying to get me to sleep or something, whilst all her friends were helping Pops get laid with other women. I know I didn’t intentionally support Shauna’s betrayal, but it was nice to know I had played a role never the less.

Introducing Cletus was the only move Pops had been able to make since being booted onto the sidewalk, and good though it was, these guys really needed the intervention of the prodigal son.

Talking it through, we sure did have an ideal set up. My role was to begin dominating mom and Pops gave me some pretty good pointers on where to begin.

Cletus was to keep up the role of the ‘caring boyfriend’ and give Shauna a shoulder to cry on about her bad son.

The best part about that was that mom crying about her degradation would act as an aphrodisiac for Cletus and so it would be the fact that she had been degraded that made her worth fucking to Cletus.

It was a strange kind of thing that was going on and as we chatted I realized the subtlety of Pop’s genius: Mom was betraying herself. It would all be consensual.

She didn’t have to put up with my dominating her, but she most likely would out of some misplaced maternal instinct and love for her son.

She didn’t have to date Cletus, but she chose to because she was too dumb anal breakers porno to spot Pop’s master plan. Cletus got to use the cock eater and Pop’s got the pleasure of knowing Shauna was being used, and the best bit was Shauna was actually allowing it.

She didn’t have to tell Cletus about how badly I treated her, but she most likely would because she chose to have his support. So she would actually be turning her boyfriend on with stories of her own degradation, just not with any awareness.

Pop’s plan was simply incredible. He had Shauna happily and voluntarily choosing her own destruction as she watched. What a guy my old man was.

It turned out that he even had Shauna’s closest friend, Mary-Anne in on the game, so that even Shauna’s girl-to-girl chats would propagate her destruction.

If all of those aspects weren’t enough to convince me of Pop’s genius, the other perks to this set up sure did.

Pop’s planned to devise humiliations for Shauna and the main instigators would be me and Cletus.

But with me living in the house, Pops now had eyes and ears to enjoy the humiliations and even more exquisite; Pop’s had access to Shauna’s closest confidents so not only would we know how she felt, but she would actually be providing the information we needed to humiliate her even more.

Shauna Williams was going to destroy herself unwittingly and voluntarily and we would just guide her dumb ass in the right direction.

My first planned humiliation of mom happened that same evening as I sure was pumped to see Pop’s plan work.

Cletus was staying over and we planned it so he would have cum up mom’s ass minutes before I would bang on the front door, hollering because I had forgotten my key. If our timing was off, Cletus would cuddle the fuck bucket until I arrived.

It worked a treat, Shauna answering the door with her bath robe clutched shut.

“Did you forget your key, honey?” She asked, smiling.

“How fucking long does it take to answer the fucking door, you lazy cunt!”

Before she could answer me I grabbed her bathrobe and dragged her into the living room. Sitting down I yanked her bath robe hard so that she toppled against my legs and I could pull her over my knees.

Mom was face down over my knees, her arms outstretched to keep her balance as her naked legs kicked in the air. I used one arm to steady her waist and used my free hand to hitch up her bathrobe until her splayed thighs and naked ass were fully exposed.

“Stop fucking struggling! Keep still.” I demanded and the room went still and silent.

I could hear mom’s heavy breathing from her exertion and feel her warm body breathing in and out on my knees.

Mom’s hair was fallen over her face so I couldn’t see her expression as she lay prostrate and obedient, but her naked ass was fully exposed to her own son.

Pops had said that the best way to make Shauna obey was to take sudden charge and demand her obedience.

He reckoned by not giving her time to think, she was placed in a position of submission before she knew it, and then her submissive nature would make her likely to accept it.

Pops had done this to her before and she had ended up aroused by his dominance. You see, all this inside information Pop’s had kind of made his plan so easy to implement.

But the thing Pop’s wanted here wasn’t just that Shauna got spanked by her son; that wasn’t humiliating enough.

She had to consent to it, to want it to happen; to betray herself.

It was kind of cool watching Pop’s plan play out and wandering if Shauna would comply with Pop’s expectations.

In the silence of the room I let Shauna listen to her own fast breathing as her blood rushed to her head. I could feel her tension as she waited, exposed and vulnerable for what her son would do.

“I’ve had enough of your bullshit, mom.” I told her in a deliberate and slow tone.

“You don’t clean up properly, you drink too much and you behave like a dog garn whore with that man you are seeing. You’ve changed; you act like your own son doesn’t matter to you!”

None of this was particularly true, but Pop’s reckoned guilt was an important in making mom accept her punishments.

She had slightly neglected the house since taking on extra hours at work, but usually it was immaculate. What Pop’s reckoned was that Shauna was hardwired to almost look to agree with what I was saying.

It was kind of like using the fact she knew she had slipped a bit with the housework to expound her guilt and therefore her submission.

It was because mom was so caring and unselfish that this approach worked. You simply accused her of being uncaring and selfish and because she hated these traits so much, she accepted her guilt.

It was almost too easy and that’s why she is the perfect choice for Pop’s master work.

Using the fact she had started enjoying a glass of wine when Cletus was round and having her son state he felt he was having to compete for her attention with her lover was Pop’s idea too.

Bringing in her sexual behavior, Pop’s reckoned would shame her because she was so prudish anyway.

It all worked.

I heard her whisper “I’m sorry” and I let her words hang in the air a while.

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