The Best Bitch on the Net, English version, 27

27. «MAkE PEACE, MAkE PEACE, MAkE PEACE, AND DON'T FIGHT ANYMORE!..» )))

“Mommy, please! Give me some water, I can't calm down!” I said through my sobs, wiping away my tears and sniffling. We were in the kitchen, I was not even five, and she was not even thirty. A silly young girl, by today's standards... She had deprived me of something again and harshly and forcefully accused me of something. This time she didn't hit me or put me in the corner. She just brought me to tears without touching me, with a psychological attack... Just the other day, I heard the phrase “psychic attack” for the first time in the famous film Chapaev, which the Creator revealed to me through a black-and-white “Temp” television...

There was no one else at home. My mother had divorced my father a couple of years earlier, my grandmother had left on some business, and my aunt, my mother's younger sister, had gone to study at the conservatory. Before leaving, they carried out a “psychic attack” on my mother, two against one...

This happened regularly, and it looked something like this... They both lay in a large bed (my aunt literally moved from my mother's bed to my father's bed during those years))), where I lay with them, and they really brainwashed my mother, telling her that she was doing everything wrong and was always wrong. My grandmother and aunt loved me, never made me cry, and so my childhood sympathies in these daily scandals were usually on their side. It was only when I was about thirty that I realized I was wrong...

When they both left, my mother, demoralized by their morning quarrel, took out her annoyance and anger on me, word for word... A stupid young girl, by my standards today...

“You don't understand! She stripped me naked for getting a B in math and chased me around the apartment with a belt! I tried to dodge her, but where can you hide in a two-room Khrushchev-era apartment in Tula?!”

“It's just your imagination...” – my mother used to say this to me very often, probably until I was over forty. It always meant literally the following: everything I see and feel is not true... Or, at least, it could be... It may be so — and even with a very high degree of probability — that everything I feel is just a dream and an illusion... In her opinion, I should have come to such conclusions time and time again... in her interests, of course... Consequently, the world as God reveals it to me is not at all what it seems, and even if it is what it seems to me personally, then all of this, in essence, has no meaning whatsoever...

Gradually, our relationship changed. For the better... In her interests... )) Silly young girl...

"Make peace, make peace, make peace,
and don't fight anymore!
And if you fight,
I'll bite you!" — said the little stupid and very unhappy girl-mother, hooking her little finger on mine...
And we made peace...
 


Syren de Mer

A crowd of young, insolent bullies
publicly humiliates a mature woman in a shoe store; the most brutal, uncompromising fucking in all three holes…)))


The busty mom is stripped naked, led around on a leash like a dog... She is forced to lick shoes and rub her lustful wet old cunt against them... Roughly laying her down on a pool table, the lustful mature woman is subjected to hard fisting, leading to violent squirting on her part and... simply fucking in all holes... And she, the old whore, gratefully and joyfully simply gives herself over to her new sharp adventure... This is who you should take as an example, girls, instead of stupidly feminizing over really insignificant reasons… ))

«I'm just a big old submissive pile of shit, and I like it …»
(с) Simone Sonay (from an interview )…


“Do you think, Reb, Pyuppa and Pigletty will be happy in marriage?” asked “Bear Dick” to the “Eared Bastard.”

“It's hard to say...” replied Rabbit, “It all depends on how long the couple retains the ability to appreciate each other's personalities, respect each other's personal boundaries, and, of course, how long Pyuppa can initiate banal lust in Pigletty...”

The Bear and the Rabbit smiled knowingly at each other…



“Alevtina Vitoldovna, please share the secret of how you managed to raise such a wonderful son,” my daughter's piano teacher asked my mother when she happened to meet her at a concert featuring Moscow's best school's choirs…



TO BE CONTINUED...


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