Sadist Son/Bitch Mom (BroSlayer20&Scarlet Sky)

[BroSlayer20]

Son: Michael/BroSlayer20
Mother: Kristin/Scarlet Sky


Michael grunted. He had just finished masturbating to his extensive collection of hidden pornographic magazines–all of which displayed the humiliation of the female sex. For Michael, the rape and humiliation of women was something that pleasured him greatly, and he always enjoyed masturbating to such images. Unfortunately, he was not fond of the sticky feeling afterwards. To resolve the issue, he decided to head on and shower, leaving his branding irons unprotected.

 

[Scarlet Sky]

RE: Sadist Son/Bitch Mom

Kristin had be home only a few moments before she noticed the mess in the kitchen. Was she ever going to come home to a clean house? Probably not. It was just her and her sloppy teenage son, which meant that she was the maid of the house. With reluctance, she cleaned the kitchen, sighing as the picked up Michael backpack and put it in his room. But she stopped when she noticed something odd. Branding irons? She moved forward, her eyes widening as she confirmed what they where; reading the backwards words that were crafted from the metal. Without hesitation she all much ran to the bathroom and began to beat on the door, yelling. "Michael! Get the hell out of there right now! We need to talk. Now!"

 

[BroSlayer20]

RE: Sadist Son/Bitch Mom

Michael had just undressed when he heard the voice of his mother. "What does that bitch want now?" He thought, "Surely, there couldn't be anything else bothering her today?" Despite how annoyed he was, he went downstairs to listen to his mother's complaints, although in the nude. With all the whining his mother had done over the years, he had thought it would only be some minor issue she blew out of proportion, but he did not realize what a real problem this would be.

 

[Scarlet Sky]

RE: Sadist Son/Bitch Mom

She was livid, an that was putting it lightly. How could her son have something like that?! She had heard of branding people, it being some form of sexual arousment, but she had never tried it. The though of it made her skin crawl; something searing your flesh. Her thoughts were pulled away when she heard him march downstairs, not even bothering to put a towel around him. At this point, she didnt care; he was her son after all. "Explain. Now." She demanded as she threw the branding irons on the floor In front of him.

 

[BroSlayer20]

RE: Sadist Son/Bitch Mom

Michael's went wide. How did his mother find his irons? He, thinking himself perfect, did not even think that he left them out himself. Instead, he accused his mother. "You bitch!" Michael cursed, "Why the fuck do you have my branding irons in your dirty claws?!"

 

[Scarlet Sky]

RE: Sadist Son/Bitch Mom

Kristin froze, her eyes wide with shock at the listened to him. This was the first time she had ever heard him call her a bitch. She knew that their relationship was rough, but she never thought he would speak to her the way he was right then. Once she was able to compose herself, her eyes turned into a glare as she stepped towards him. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to? I am your mother! You will not speak to me that way! How about I take your car, cell and laptop away? I'm not one of your friends, and you will not treat me as such. And as for these," she gestured to the branding irons. "They were laying on your floor! This is my house. I can go into your room whenever I want to."

 

[BroSlayer20]

RE: Sadist Son/Bitch Mom

Michael huffed, annoyed. Though the words spoken by his mother were true, he did not like her tone. "I know who the hell I'm talking to! I know the person I'm talking to is just some old bitch who can't mind her own business! What's so wrong about just having those things anyway?" He stomped forward until he was right up in front of his mother's face and poked her on the chest. "You mind yourself, mother, or else." Michael hissed these last words, spraying saliva into his mother's face. His breathing was heavy as a result of his anger.

 

[Scarlet Sky]

RE: Sadist Son/Bitch Mom

Her body was tense now, the words he spoke making her anger worse by the second. This kid really had no idea and she was confused as to how he became this rude and disrespectful. But when he got in her face, she lost it. The poke on her chest made her raise her hand and slap his hard on his cheek, her eyes burning. "Or else what?!" She spat back at him, whipping the spit from her face as she stepped back, trying to force herself not to slap him again. If it wasn't for the fact that it was illegal to kick him out at this young age, she would have done it by now; but for now, she had to hold her tongue.

 

[BroSlayer20]

RE: Sadist Son/Bitch Mom

Michael cupped his cheek, eyes stinging in pain. He was shocked that his mother would slap him that hard. This shock paralyzed his body for a few seconds–a time seeming like hours for Michael–and then was replaced by something else: rage. He grinded his teeth. "You...BITCH!" Michael yelled. I brought his hand far to the right of his body, tensed his muscles, and released a forceful slap across his mother's face. This assault on his mom sent a rush of pleasure through his body–pleasure derived from vengeance. He sent another slap across the other cheek of his mother's and felt another wave of pleasure through his body.