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Anyone have any good momlestia stories?

Anonymous Sun 10 Jul 2022 15:29:16 No.38822764 View View Reply Original Report

The White Devil

The White Devil Sun 10 Jul 2022 15:39:16 No.38822825 Report

Quoted By: >>38822831

I'm gonna post the parts of my green text that I posted in the previous thread.

>You're anon, and boy are you a fuckin' mess.
>Poorer than dirt, drunker than ten stepdads put together, and more depressed than an emo kid in 2004.
>How in the fucking fuck have you not died already is a mystery, between having more DUIs than a sergeant major who served in Nam. And being constantly in and out of jail due to bar fights and general drunken stupidity.
> It's a mystery that the great Sherlock homes wouldn't be able to solve.
>And on top of that, your parents dropped you off at some rather, unsavory, uncle's house.
>You haven't talked about that shit at all. And you probably never will.
>The world is fucked, it's been spit-roasted by the leaders of the world, spit-roasted in their big club, and you're not in it.

>So there you are, slouching in some nearly broken swivel chair with a tube monitor bathing you in blue light.
>Waiting for the day that you die or go blind.
>No wonder why Nietzsche said that God was dead, it's evident that he is if he's not interfering with your routinely faux orgasm.
>Some old porn video was playing on the screen, some Russian chick sitting on some old man's face.
>His steel-grey hair was all that was visible from her stripped blue panty-clad ass.
>Yes, you're a degenerate, but that does not matter.
>All that matters now is climaxing to the image of some 'exotic' porn, and that shouldn't be too difficult. You could already feel the pressure build within your phallus and your heart rate drastically increase.

>Eventually, you manage to finish your daily routine and ejaculate in your hand.
>Your muscles relax as if they were being held down by large lead weights.
>Your breathing almost stops as almost every muscle, excluding the heart and cardiovascular system, relaxes.
>A clear, translucent substance rushes out of your penis and covers your fingers. Which happened to be firmly wrapped around your shlong.
>You wipe away the semen using your shirt, granted your methods were crude and self-taught, just saliva and a shirt. But it got the job done.
>Except you can never tell someone which hand you masturbate with.

The White Devil

The White Devil Sun 10 Jul 2022 15:40:29 No.38822831 Report

Quoted By: >>38822836

>>38822825
>But now I was spent, and deeply alone, in a pitch black room with an old computer from the early-mid nineties.
>With no one around for probably a few miles.
>Life is cruel.
>My room was a heap of shit to put it in a crass manner.
>Trash, dust, grime, bits of broken drywall, a few shards of glass, the occasional fork or spoon, and even clothing were scattered all over the floor.
>The room resembled more of a household reenactment of Passchendaele than a place where someone should sleep.
>There is no one to blame but myself, but I still insisted on God being responsible for my low energy caused by low testosterone. And the holes in my walls from a serious and crippling deficiency of self-control.
>This is what happens when someone grows up homeless and without parents.
>Their only parental figures are violent felons, old veterans, leathery bikers, and ragged junkies.
>You get a pathetic waste of flesh and bone.
>Lord can only imagine the horrors that would've been caused had one of the other several billion sperm cells succeeded.

>I laid down upon my filthy mattress not long after, my energy having been all spent on that single moment of clarity.
>Another night of distress and terrors awaited.
>Another night of remembering, him.
>Another night wishing I would go to sleep and not wake up.

>Another night remembering the loss of innocence and chastity.

The White Devil

The White Devil Sun 10 Jul 2022 15:41:39 No.38822836 Report

Quoted By: >>38822846

>>38822831
>Fear. Fear is all that I feel while staring at my old man, this isn't natural, there is no sense in it, no sense at all.
>The thick smell of alcohol and tobacco, wrapped in a tight cocoon of lust and sweat, floated around in the stuffy air.
>The sound of his heavy breathing and the broken radiator is piercing my ears like a hot knife through a strip of melting butter.
>The carpet is hard and pointy, like sticky blood-soaked daggers tearing through my skin.
>The walls are covered by a plain dark green wallpaper, with massive holes, stains, and splotches of acrid mold decorating the horrid design.
>This whole place reeked of poverty and misery, only surpassed by the African 'houses' built from driftwood and rusted sheets of corrugated steel.
>Not that it will make a difference, this damn hive of sin and pure madness is only good as temporary shelter. No more, no less.

>My heart is pounding against its tough skeletal cage with the fervor of a rabid jack rabbit on cocaine.
> It's not clear if I am even capable of breathing from the sheer power and ferocity of the adrenaline rush.
>Though I am breathing, since I survived, but that doesn't mean it was easy or enjoyable.
>The fear is scarring my mind and burning my eyes.
>The anxiety makes my heart go from pounding like a jackhammer to quaking like earthly tremors.
>My guts are tightening up like a hangman's noose as a pit deeper than the abyssal zone forms in my stomach.

The White Devil

The White Devil Sun 10 Jul 2022 15:43:15 No.38822846 Report

Quoted By: >>38822851

>>38822836
>This is it, my sacred chastity is about to be brutally and mercilessly stripped away from me by a raving madman with an insatiable libido.
>A raving madman I believe to be my father, a man that I look up to and believe in.

>The man who is about to rape me.

>The light from the hallway, which is illuminated by the television in the living room and a few lights, does its job at exposing the man in front of me.
>A bald man, somewhere between thirty-two and fifty-four, is standing in the doorway.
>His body is covered in various tattoos that range from black drawings of an old East Asian war long forgotten. To sculptures of life in the brutal habits of prison, an environment so rough and fatal that it would rival the olden sands of Korea.
>He is completely naked, even his watch is gone, which is especially alarming since his watch is almost as important as his underwear. To him, at least.
>So he is completely naked like he is about to diddle someone, and diddle them hard.
>His imperfect jewelry and stone pole hang from his groin with freedom only matched by the theoretical United States of America.
>The maddeningly harsh stench of cheap liquor and even cheaper tobacco is so strong that it rivals his libido.

>That night is something that would be forever burned into my memory.
>He violated me in such a brutal fashion, that I nearly bled to death, from the sheer brutality of the sadistic sodomy.
>Deep purple and black bruises were littered all over my frail and feeble frame, scarcely broken up by red welts from leather and blood from redder bite marks.
>I remember that I contracted blood poisoning from when he broke a table leg off deep within my colon. The ensuing blood loss and infection nearly wiped my existence on this planet.
>The many cuts from his maniacal slashes at me from his old Kabar. Why did he need to use such a tool on me in the first place is a mystery.
>The disgust I felt as he slowly and methodically violated my body. The pain from him 'punishing me', it was all so sickening. I had never felt more ashamed and violated than on that horrible day.

The White Devil

The White Devil Sun 10 Jul 2022 15:44:35 No.38822851 Report

Quoted By: >>38822856

>>38822846
>Another nightmare
>Another fucking nightmare!

>My blood was boiling, my brain deep frying, and nerves fraying with a hot blade. A bottle of carbonated emotions accumulated over a few decades was going to burst.
>The breakdown hit me with the force of a piledriver on steroids and methamphetamine.
>My hands and whole body shook violently as tremors wracked me with the force of a truck.
>Tears gushed out of my dull and lifeless orbs, as I felt bile rise upwards through my throat.
>A giant red-hot lead block was strapped to my blackened heart with barbed wire, it tore and burned at the fleshy organ. As it weighed it down and dragged it to the deep pit in my stomach.
>Hot and immensely caustic light green bile flew out of my mouth and splattered all over the floor. A lengthy session of vomiting ensued immediately afterward, my body trying to end its suffering.
>My torn and burned heart of darkness quaked within the stranglehold of my anguish.
>I could barely breathe as my body was too focused on sobbing and vomiting and simply suffering to care otherwise.

>The emotional and complete mental breakdown seemed to go on forever.
>Years of pure, unadulterated suffering dealt by the hands of whom I trusted.
>Scarred, abused, violated, neglected, and finally abandoned.
>No parents, no family, no help from society, a sheep with a coat of wool that was as black as the void of space or the abyssal zone.
>A black sheep with barely enough fiat money to survive in an anguished state.
>It felt like my agony would never end, and that I would die a small feeble old man with no family nor friends, with hardly a dime to his name.
>But that would change when I heard the sound of knocking on my door.

The White Devil

The White Devil Sun 10 Jul 2022 15:45:37 No.38822856 Report

Quoted By: >>38822861

>>38822851
>She slowly trots over to my bed, her eyes following my every movement as she does.
>She stops just within a few feet of my bed.
>The majestic being looks upon me with immense sadness, clearly distraught by the environment I live in, but also my rough and ruined appearance.

>"Anonymous? What happened to you?" She asked, her voice losing its pep and whatever positive emotion it once had.
>I sighed, the rush of air sounding more like the dying breath of an old chain smoker with tuberculosis. Then a sound that any healthy young man could produce.
>"Life, that's what, life and my lack of any level of competence in handling my emotions."

>She doesn't seem to take that as a valid answer, her look hardening a bit before slowly dissipating back to an exhausted face.
>"Anon, I know that isn't the answer. I know that there is more, much more, that you seem to be hiding."
>I sat still, not moving any of my tense muscles.
>Except for the vascular muscles which I have no control over.
>Her sigh mirrors mine, except it is not as dull and lifeless as mine.
>Her's is one of defeat, mine is one of death, the death of my soul.
>"Anonymous, you know already that you don't have to hide anything from me. That you could tell me anything"
>"Even the most horrid things imaginable, and I won't judge you for it." I still don't move a muscle.

The White Devil

The White Devil Sun 10 Jul 2022 15:46:38 No.38822861 Report

Quoted By: >>38822864

>>38822856
>"Anon, if this is about your fathe-"
>"Don't talk about that bas-bastard! D-don't even mention a fa-father around me! Y-you know what that, bastard, di-did to me!" My voice breaks down rather quickly, even the immense anger coursing through my veins can prevent it.
>I can barely choke back the tears. It's all so much.
>She watched as I gradually began to break down mentally and emotionally. My cold apathetic 'no fucks given' persona shattered like a bull in a china shop.
>Even as my psyche shatters, I can tell that my suffering is making her suffer as well.

>"Oh anon..." She quietly cooed, taking a few steps toward me, her wings starting to unfurl.
>I know what she is going to do.
>"S-sta-stay ba-acu-back!" I barely choked out.

>She sat down on her haunches, right in front of me.
>Her luscious, beautiful figure for all to see, her beauty only matched by Cleopatra contrasted heavily with my ravaged self.
>She gently grabs me with her forelegs, much to my dismay. But my struggles are weak and futile, she has the strength of Paul Bunion.
>I protest as she pulls me to her chest, but my vain protests are no more effective than my previous struggling.
>I shook like a leaf in her arms. Fear, pain, sorrow, and anger compiled into one big cocktail of human shit and suffering.

The White Devil

The White Devil Sun 10 Jul 2022 15:47:40 No.38822864 Report

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>>38822861
>Her pristine white coat feels like the ass of a baby to put it crassly. Immensely soft and smooth, smooth like a fine marble countertop and soft as a winter jacket liner.
>Her fur is also warm, very warm. The only way I can describe it is like a freshly washed blanket straight out of the dryer.
>There is also a sense of security being held by her, as there will not be any more pain in suffering while you're being held by her.
>After all, there are few people or things in this world or even outer space that can or would challenge her.
>And that's not even mentioning the wings that she wrapped around me as well.

>The wings are simply heavenly like no other. Even warmer and softer than her fur, it only maintained the warmth.
>They pushed me ever closer to her, strengthening her hold and squashing any attempts, or even desire to, escape.
>Oh God, the feeling. It finally feels like someone actually cares about me, as if there is a God who doesn't seek to make me suffer.
>A gentle and motherly protection and warmth, a 'no one will hurt me again' vibe.
>I felt something for once that wasn't pure suffering, I felt loved.
>Like I finally have someone who cares, someone who loves unconditionally, someone who will prop me up and make sure I won't fall back down.

>A mother. I have a mother.

>But that didn't stop my breakdown though.

>"I-It hurt! I-I, hic, scre-sceamed bu-but no one, hic, hea-heard me!" I struggled to keep my emotions in control, "I-I a-am no-not a, hic, a lai-lair, hic!"
>I sobbed into her chest, she thankfully took off her jewelry beforehand. My pain is triple what it was before, as I'm finally breaking down. After decades of this madness.
>"Errg-Motherfucker! I fucking hate you! Huuu, Fuck you!" I screamed, my shouts are muffled by her fur. And they only sought to make her hold me tighter.

>"Bitch! You fuc-fucking ruined my lif-life! Huuu! Erghm-bitc-bitch!" My wails start to die down, as the fur begins to gain ground in the battle of sound. "Youu fu-fuucked!"
>"Damnit! I don-don-huu-'t even wanna look huu, hic!" I screamed, but that is the last of my screams.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sun 10 Jul 2022 16:46:32 No.38823040 Report

Quoted By: >>38823611

Bump

Anonymous

Anonymous Sun 10 Jul 2022 17:13:31 No.38823111 Report

Quoted By: >>38823678

>>38822764
Are there greens?

Anonymous

Anonymous Sun 10 Jul 2022 20:01:26 No.38823611 Report

Quoted By: >>38824733

>>38823040

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Anonymous Sun 10 Jul 2022 20:26:47 No.38823678 Report

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>>38823111
Yeah, probably.

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Anonymous Mon 11 Jul 2022 02:17:47 No.38824733 Report

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Anonymous Mon 11 Jul 2022 05:19:32 No.38825177 Report

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Hello

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Anonymous Mon 11 Jul 2022 10:13:30 No.38825692 Report

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bump

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Anonymous Mon 11 Jul 2022 13:28:38 No.38825962 Report

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>>38825177
Hello.

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Anonymous Mon 11 Jul 2022 16:25:31 No.38826397 Report

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Anonymous Mon 11 Jul 2022 19:14:05 No.38827009 Report

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