Having to return to my childhood home, I am forced to relive my past
You really don’t realize how bad things can get. My name is Robin and I am recently divorced from my husband after he caught me cheating. I am 39 years old and had been having an affair with a coworker for about two months when I was caught. After two kids (Aimee, age 16 and Julie, age 13), I had gained about 45 pounds and was pushing close to 200. I felt ugly and when an older coworker showed my attention, it did not take long before it became physical.
I did not know my then husband thought something was up and had installed cameras in our house. It all came down on a Friday night when the girls were home.
We were all sitting in the family room when my husband placed a memory stick in the computer, forwarding the video to our big screen. The first scene was me sucking my coworker’s cock. I jumped up, trying to grab the memory stick while my girls gasped. My husband slapped me so hard I saw stars and then jumped on me, striking me again and again. He yelled at the girls they were not allowed to move and to continue watching their “slut mom’s video”. Over the next two hours, I was continually slapped and punched and my clothes ripped off. The video continued to loop back over and over again showing me sucking cock, getting fucked in different positions and having orgasms. It finally ended when my husband allowed the girls to go to bed and told me we were divorcing. He had it all planned out and I was losing everything, the house, money and even my job. I was to take the kids and leave the next morning.
I awoke the next morning with a small rented trailer attached to my car and all the belongings he allowed me to have packed up. My husband had forwarded the video to all our friends, my now ex coworkers and even my Mom. I called her, desperate for a place to live for a while and begged. After crying on the phone for over an hour, my mother agreed the girls and I could stay with her and we started on the three hour drive to her house.
Living back with my mother was not a choice I ever wanted to make. Mom had remarried by stepdad when I was 13 after divorcing my father two years earlier. My stepfather was a large man and moved into the house after only about a month of dating my Mom. After moving in, things changed very quickly. My first memory was walking into the kitchen in the morning to find Mom on her knees sucking him. She tried to get up but he held her head until he filled her mouth. Things escalated from there quickly and I often would come home from school to find my Mom naked on the couch with my stepfather on top of her. In just a few months, my stepfather would bring friends over on the weekend and my Mom would “entertain” them.
Over one weekend, my stepfather converted a spare bedroom in the basement to “the room”. Here, various items were built including a place to chain my Mom up, a bench she was tied to and belts and whips attached to the wall. I would lie in bed some nights, listening to Mom being whipped with a belt, her screams filling the house.
My stepdad made new rules for the house and they were strictly enforced. First my Mom could not wear a bra when at home. Then, the same for me. On weekends, my Mom was not allowed any clothes. Her pussy had to be shaved at all times.
The attention turned to me after about six months. I still remember the first time he came into my room one morning. I had been awakened by him fucking Mom in their bedroom across the hall. About 10 minutes after they were finished, my door opened and he walked in, his cock still hard and wet from my Mom’s juices.
“Get your fucking clothes off,” he told me. “It is time you started earning your keep around this house and I am tired of fucking your Mom all the time.”
Part 2 to follow
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