master mother

Author: nulaoxin
Word count: 10649
Mother’s perspective:
I happily slid through the photos of my son on the screen of the phone. It was a brilliant idea to take pictures of his ugly appearance. Anyone looking at these pictures would think my son is a sexually twisted pervert.
I send these photos to all of my son’s social contacts, and most of them get pictures of mediocre perverts, but if they’re my son’s best friend, they get a photo of a dildo in their anus, with a message I wrote for my son—”Think about it, this dick could be yours.” Attach this sentence – “You and my kitty both need petting.”
Apparently, just doing this was not enough. I logged into his facebook account again and posted a rather long self-confession in his name—”I used to think I was a boy, but now I understand that everything is wrong. There is a girl’s soul imprisoned in this male body. How I long to be a wife, wear an apron to clean the house every day, serve my husband who is off work with bare hands, and go to the peak of the soul with him when night falls…” I wrote this confession as much as possible. It seems to be full of emotion, and I even described a lot of details about my son’s current life. Under my keyboard, he turned into a little boy who longed to be humiliated and abused. At the end of the text, I wrote “I decided to leave school and stay away from the life I used to live. My mother told me that people living in California are more open-minded, and people are allowed to understand my choices better, so my mother and I will move to California to live together.”
After doing this, I know that from now on, my son will always belong to me alone. His self-awareness and self-esteem are very strong. Doing this will completely destroy his social attributes, and he will never see his friends again. Not only that, his whole life is over, he is now a sex toy for me alone. In order to make the changes that happened to my son appear more real and natural to the outside world, I decided to set up a trap and at least let a man who knew my son prove it for me.
I looked in through the “peephole” installed on the door of my son’s room. At this moment, this helpless little boy was pacing the room. He was still wearing pink women’s pajamas and the makeup I had put on his face. I opened the door and went inside, “Sit down” and I pointed to the floor and gave him the order.
“Yes, Mom.”
I love hearing my son say “Yes, Mom” ​​to me and can never get enough of it. “You don’t exist anymore,” I told him.
“What do you mean by that? Mom? I’m right here, in my room. What do you mean doesn’t exist anymore?” He asked. I put me just nowHe told him in detail what he had done. At the end, he sobbed and yelled “I hate you! You’re a real monster.”
“That’s good. You should hate me. I created you in my womb. I gave you life and brought you up hard, but you don’t respect me at all. You always only care about yourself and never consider your mother’s feelings. Now I want to change all this and let you understand the meaning of life again. Outside this house, you have lost all human attributes. From now on, you will only belong to me, your mother. Now, if you don’t want to eat the whip, just repeat what I said above.”
My son looked at me with tears in his eyes. These tears smelled of fear, sadness, pain, and despair. These tears moved me so much, and at the same time made me feel unprecedentedly excited. He choked up and said, “I belong to you, Mom, and you are my master.”
“That’s right, now I allow you to wear sweatpants and a T-shirt, because I have a new job for you.” I threw my pink women’s sweatpants and a large shirt in front of him, and he obediently put on these clothes.
“What job? Besides, you threw away my shoes, and I can’t walk.”
“You don’t need to ask so many questions about work, and you’ll know when the time comes. As for shoes, don’t worry, your new job doesn’t even require you to leave our building.”

Son’s perspective:
I opened the door of the apartment, poked my head out, and looked around. Fortunately, there was no one else in the corridor. I trotted all the way to the door of Cindy’s house downstairs, and quickly rang the doorbell. I hope that no neighbors will see my current attire, and that Cindy hasn’t gone out. After almost a century, Cindy finally opened the door and let me in slowly. She looked at my outfit and laughed. “Your mom just called me and said she was going to send you over to clean my apartment, so fast you came.”
“Listen, Cindy,” I said nervously, “I know you must be very angry about my replay of your pigeons last time. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad, but right now, I really need your help.”
She looked surprised. “Your mother told me you’d come here to clean my room, not that you were in trouble. What do you mean you need my help?”
“My mother is crazy. She has lost all her sanity now.” I tried to describe my current situation in precise words, “She forced me to do things that were seriously against my will. If I told the specific situation, you would not believe it.”
“As a mother, how could she do this,” she said, “Now, I know you didn’t volunteer to clean the apartment for me, but your mother said it would be best…”
“No, you still don’t understand what happened to me.” I said, “She forced me…forced me, uh, to provide her with sexual services!” After saying this, I felt that all the strength in my body had flowed away.
“It’s terrible that you said that about your mother.” She shook her head at me, “How could you say that?She is your mother! ”
“I’m telling the truth,” I said, “she made me give her a blowjob and she made me dress like a girl