MOM SAVES HIS BITCH ASS

THIS IS FICTION AND ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 21 YEARS OLD

My fantastic son Chris is a very talented musician; he went to New York’s School of Music and played in 2 Orchestras

part-time; he was also in a band that was trying to make it up the charts. To say I’m proud of him would be an understatement

of epic proportions. His band is where all the trouble started.

The band went out on the road and was doing shows all over the place, and I guess Chris started doing drugs of some type or another, and the band was screwing up their performances, So they got fired from the circuit they were doing. The drummer and lead singer went to Rehab, but Chris told us he was fine.

We notice Chris get quieter and quieter; he slept all day and was out all night. I was apprehensive; my husband Jimmy

said he saw sores all over his arms when he crawled in the house this morning.

I immediately googled sores on arms and drugs, and OH MY GOD, Chris is on the crack. I was looking up cures and reading all about it, and Chris is a Junkie. My son, with all the talent in the world, is a junkie. I was sitting at my computer trying to solve the most significant dilemma. Our family has ever faced. When the doorbell rang, I was annoyed that I was dragged from my quest to fix this mess. I open the door and look at this small thin man with a gold tooth right in his front teeth. Is Chris home? He says as I snap my head back in disgust and say no, he’s not, and I slam the door in this druggy friend of Chris’s face.

But he stuck his foot in the door, and the door sprung back and hit me in the side. I fell back on my ass and sat there dazed.

Mr gold tooth smiled and said let’s try this again he flicked a knife out and pointed it at me.

Is Chris home? He says to me. I gathered my strength stood up, straightened my Dress, and said, “Yes, he is in; I will get him for you.”

” No, no, no, lady, I’ll get him myself.”He waves at the car in the driveway, and a big ugly flat-faced man gets out of the car and walks toward the house. I know this is not going to be good. The flat face smiles as he walks by and says, “Mam.”

Well, at least he has manners, I thought to myself.

“What room is Chris in, Mom?” Gold tooth says

“He’s in the basement, I tell them.”

” Well, you better come too, so you don’t run and call 911 or something stupid like that.”

We head down the stairs, flat face in front, me in the middle, and the gold tooth behind me with the knife. Flat face stops at the door, turns to me, and says, “Be quiet, Mom.” He opens the door, walks over to the bed, and punches Chris in the face.

“I screamed.”

Goldy stuck the knife in my back just enough to hurt like hell. I stopped immediately. Flat face picked up Chris buy the pajamas at his chest with one hand and headed up the stairs with Chris’s feet banging on each step as he walked up.

We followed him upstairs to the dining room table. He dropped Chris on the carpet; he was out cold.

Flat face picked up a chair and put his fist right thru the seat part of the chair; I winced at the stupid destruction he had caused

he poked out the remnants of the seat and grabbed Chris, took his pajama bottoms off and his under ware and thru him in the chair. Goldy threw Flat Face a roll of tape, and he proceeded to tape his hands and feet to the arms and legs of the chair.

He quickly picked up the chair and put him on the dining room table. Then, I saw his cock and balls dangling out in the open air where the seat had once been. If I was scared before, I was terrified now. I just shut my eyes and prayed for this to end.

Goldy pushed me into a chair right beside my son’s hanging balls. Flat face walked into the kitchen, and I heard the water running. He walked up to Chris and threw cold water in his face, over his head, and all over my dining room table.

Chris woke up and was slowly shaking his head, it took a few minutes to get his bearings, and then He looked at Goldy

and saw me, and I saw tears fill his eyes.

” I’m so sorry, mom,” was all he said when Flat face grabbed his balls and pulled down hard; he screamed. Goldy picked up a folded Cotton Napkin I had on the table and stuffed it in his mouth.

“Now, don’t spit that out, or I will tape it in,” Goldy said with a smile. Flat face took out a funny-looking pair of pliers and put a thick rubber band on the three teeth at the top. He squeezed the handle, and the rubber band went into a large triangle.

He bent over and put the rubber band around Chris’s balls tight against the base of his ass.

“Hey, Chris, do you feel that?” flat face says. Chris nodded his head. “Do you know what I’ve put on your balls, Chris?”

Chris shook his head. “It’s called a burdizzo elastic. It is for castrating fucking cows.” Flat face started laughing. I guess he thought it was hilarious;

“I’m only going to cut off one of your balls, Chris, and if you pay us the money you owe, then I won’t cut off the other one.”

My heart was in my throat. I was in a state of shock. I just sat and stared at the rubber ring on his balls; Goldy smiled and handed his knife flat-faced; “no, please don’t do this. I can get the money; I pleaded as tears ran down my face.”

“The boss says to cut off his balls; then I have to cut off his balls, lady.” Goldy spat out like he has said that line many times before.

Goldy grabbed me by the hair and said, “Calm down, mom, just sit back and watch.”

Flat face took the knife and sliced the bottom of the sack open about an inch and squeezed a ball out of the cut; it dangled on a thick vein and turned slowly; I watched in horror as he was about to cut it off. I yelled stop, please, there must be something other than this; I want grandkids, I want my son whole, please, I beg you, please find another way.

Goldy looks at the flat face and says how about a couple of fingers? I think the boss would care. Chris started screaming thru the sock, and goldy pulled it out of his mouth.

He took a deep breath and said, “Not the fingers; I play the guitar for your boss.

If you have to prove, a point, do what your boss told you to do and take a ball.”

I was blubbering like an idiot when I thought, no, I can outsmart these two simpletons. “Boys, what is the purpose of cutting off a ball? I told them to embarrass him in front of his mother, to make him never forget what he owes and to whom he owes it too. Is that correct, boys.”

“Yes, I suppose that’s about right,” Goldy said.

“Well then, boys, if you were to fuck his mother right in front of him, do you think that would accomplish the same thing.”

They looked confused. Did they not know what accomplished means, (Arrrr fucking Morons)

“Nothing will be burnt into his memory more than raping his mother in front of him,” I said to both men.

They turned away to talk, and I raised my finger to my lips to show Chris to remain silent.

“Ok, mom, we are going to fuck you, and then we will decide if his ball comes off. It depends on how good you fuck us.” Goldy said, smiling wickedly.

Ok, I thought I could fuck these two and rescue my son, and nobody gets hurt. The flat face was now shy and said can we go downstairs, please, I almost smiled at his timidity, but I remembered he was an evil man. Flat face took me down to my son’s room, and

he was blushing when he sat on the bed.

I walked over, lifted my dress, took my panties down, and mashed my pussy in his face.

His shyness went away, and he stared, munching away on my pussy. I knew how good I had to fuck them if I was going to save Chris’s balls, and I did; I fucked flat face like a rented donkey. He shot his load in me in 2 minutes and thanked me for a great time. I walked upstairs, thinking that was easy.

Goldy said, “What the fuck was that? You were gone 5 minutes. You stupid fucking cunt, you’re supposed to bang the shit out of her.”

I thought I could do the same thing to Goldy, take him downstairs and fuck his ass off.

Ok, Mom, right here, right now, on the table in front of your son.” Goldy spits out.

He grabbed me by the hair and pushed me onto the table; my son closed his eyes, so he didn’t have to see, but Goldie had other plans, “Open your fucking eyes, or I’ll cut your balls off, Chris, and don’t fucking close them again.” Goldie spat the words at him.