This choice: Michael 'Mommy Issues' Jameson • Go Back...Chapter #5My Cruel, Slutty Mom by: chaos   “Well, this certainly sucks for you. When you started whining about feeling shorter I just thought you were acting like your usual whiny self, but it turns out there really is something wrong with you. Live and learn I guess.”
You say nothing to your mom as she drives. As devastating as the news you’ve is you really should be surprised your mom is making light of it, she certainly has never given a shit about you before today. Your name is Michael Jameson, all around your average. Average body, average skills, average hobbies, just an average life in general. The only thing that really sets you apart from every other guy is that you have the most smoking hot, bitch of a mother a boy could have. It’s not exactly something you’re proud of, but its something that separates you from every other guy.
Jenna Jameson, she had slender legs held tightly together by her huge thighs which in turn led up to her wide, curvaceous mothering hips, her body then slimed out until her breasts which would often burst through even the loosest of shirts. She had a beautiful face, with big, puffy lips, large bedroom eyes and shiny, long blond hair. She had the face and body of a model, but the dress scene of a whore. Every shirt she owned was low cut, exposing her cleavage far enough that nip slips were common. She only wore pants or skirts that looked like they were painted onto her body. Right now she had on her favourite tights that showed off her camel toe for any horny boy to see.
She refuses to give out her birthday, but considering she gave birth to you she has to be in her late thirties unless she got knocked up when she was around ten, which now that you think about it doesn’t seem that crazy considering the way she acts. You can firmly say your mom’s a slut with no hesitation because she does nothing to hide it. She’s fucked neighbours, teachers and friends, proudly telling you and even sending a few pictures of the act via her cellphone. She loved sharing her perverse acts with you much to your embarrassment.
She was a nightmare, a total bitch that went beyond sharing embarrassing details. She treated you like garbage for as long as you remember, ignoring or insulting you whenever she pleased. You were called worthless and a loser by her just because you weren’t popular or handsome, like your averageness was an insult against her. She rarely did anything for you these days, even taking you to the doctor caught you off guard because you didn’t think she’d care enough to do anything.
“What’s with the silent treatment? Don’t tell me the little baby is sad because mommy isn’t kissing him to make it all better?” She teased in a baby voice as she kept driving, not bothering to even look at you as she relentlessly taunted you for being depressed over your imminent shrinking death.
“I’m just trying to process all this. Finding out that you’re going to die from some fucked up disease can weigh heavily on the mind.”
“Don’t be a drama queen, it’s not like your life was going very well. You sucked at school, your girlfriend’s a bitch and you have no friends. Face it, your life sucked long before you started shrinking,” she bluntly told you as she stopped at the light to look apathetically over at you. “And don’t swear. I don’t want your little sister picking up any of your shitty habits.”
You just suppress your frustration at the hypocrisy, lacking any real comeback to that. Thank God your little sister is at some kind of Girl Scout retreat, the last thing you want is to deal with mommy’s little princess as she follows your mom around and pretends to be like her.
If you're going to start thanking God for people not being here, you should say thanks for your dad being out of town. Your dad was the perfect match for Jenna; he was equally unfaithful and neglectful as her. His job had him traveling and it was rare you’d see him more then once a month. You guess his neglect to your mom may have added to her bitchiness and infidelity, but your pretty sure it takes more then one thing for someone to end up as cruel as your mom.
“Hey, maybe this will make you feel better.”
As you turn to your mom, you bolt backwards as you see her shirt over her head and her breasts hanging out. Perfectly formed breasts with no visible sign of sagging or stretch marks, tipped with light pink nipples atop their middle. Your mom jiggles her chest a little, making them sway and bounce for your enjoyment. You slowly begin to reach out for them when she slaps your hand and pulls her shirt back down.
“What do you think you’re doing pervert? I was just showing you the goods to make you feel better, not to touch. You’re so pathetic Michael, getting off on your own mom. Maybe this disease is some kind of punishment for being such a loser.”
She starts driving again, like nothing has happened as you sit there stunned even though you should be used to this. Yeah, she’s neglectful, cruel and an all around bitch, but you have the hots for your mom so bad it hurts. Sometimes it literally hurts because she’s left you with blue balls so many times. She loved to show off her body and tease you. Sending you pictures of her coming out of the shower or of her revealing outfits as well as the sex pics. It was humiliating being so into your own mom, especially with how she treats you, but you couldn’t help it. Something about her that captivates your teenage mind.
You arrive home; the trip not made any easier with the erection your mom left you after she flashed herself. Getting out of the car slowly, you follow your mom inside as she moves without a car in the world. You should hate her for the way she treats you, but instead you're checking out how her butt looks in her tights.
You want to scamper away and contemplate your life and the decisions you’ve made, but your mom turns around the second the door is closed and grabs your hand. “There’s something you need to do for me.” Smiling mischievously at you, you’re not sure if you're going to like what Jenna wants.
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