Where does it all being? With your Mother of course. Sigmund Freud was right about a lot of things. A Mother’s love can be a wonderful thing, but sometimes a Mother’s love can fuck you in the head so badly you turn into one of the most deviant fucks of all time. Aren’t Mother’s great?!?! I don’t have any cuntlings of my own. I don’t want any either, can you imagine a little me running around? Fuck no. I mean, I guess I could teach them how to be like me, which might be fun, but all that other bullshit that goes along with it? That’s a huge Nope.
I have a friend who we all call “Sausage”. Is it because he has a big dick? Nope. It is the opposite in fact. He is messed up and seriously crazy. Dude has been in mental institutions for crimes before. He can be pretty fun to hang out with once in a while. I met Sausage at a party, he was in the corner all alone, drinking straight from a vodka bottle. I sat down next to him, and when he turned to look at me I could tell he was way off. He was motherfucking creepy. I even told him that to which he replied, “You have no idea.” Then he handed me the bottle. I got to know him and he would tell me the many fucked up things his Mother would do to him from when he was young. He hated her.
Once in a while he would ask me if I would show him my tits. I would, didn’t bother me in the least. He would sometimes suck on them, but he never did anything else. He didn’t try to dry hump me, or rub on his tiny dick, he would just suck on them and close his eyes. Then after a few minutes we would go back to drinking and talking.
Then the day came when he went into great detail about his Mother’s death. Turns out Sausage killed his Mother. It wasn’t just a quick shot to the head type of deal either. The man took his time. She used to bite his cock and balls when he was tiny, so the first thing he did to her was to pull out her teeth. Had her tied up and pulled out her fucking teeth, one at a time. Do you realize how long that would take to do that, and the strength that would involve? Then he moved to her tongue, used some sort of garden snips or something like that. He said he shoved her own tongue up her ass. He mutilated that bitch. This went on and on, until finally he couldn’t keep her alive anymore so he tossed her at the dump.
He told me that when he was sent to the mental hospital for killing her he was happy. For the first time in his life he was truly happy. The only thing he didn’t touch on her body were her tits. He said because they were too perfect to harm. That is why he wants to see my tits some times, because mine remind him of his Mother’s. I don’t care of course, as long as he doesn’t end up shoving my own tongue up my own ass, everything is good.
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