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I could finally afford to get a computer. I bought an Internet ready Pentium 3. I had surfed the net a little at work. As John already had his (Fucking) Webtv, it was pretty much all mine. Like every other person on the Internet I eventually checked out a few of the adult sites. Some of them were so hot! I particularly liked the Story sites. Just the idea of thousands of people writing free sex stories, just for the fun of it.
One day I was visiting Soren's Site and ran across the stories of Jaz1701. This guy was really sick. He seemed to have a twisted fascination with rape/incest stories. I found myself wondering gang what kind of fucked up life this loser must have had to make him fixate on rape stories. The sad thing was some of his stories were actually well written. I am ashamed to say Gang Rape Pic that as I became desensitized a little to his disgusting subject matter, I sometimes found myself becoming aroused. As I read through story after story of Fathers raping daughter's, Brother's blackailing and humiliating their sisters, there was even one where a daughter raped her father!
Then it happened. The name of the story was " All I Want For Christmas is My Mom's Sweet Ass...and a Webtv. As I read it I felt an eerie sense of dread begin to seep into me. This story was about a woman named Susan(Just like me), she had a son named John(just like me). Her husband had died and she gang hated her mother in law(me). It was surreal. I kept scrolling through the events of last Christmas. Jaz1701 knew the details of my humiliating rape. Word for fucking word. You want to know how stupid I was? I thought John had confided in a friend and they had betrayed us both.
I thought that until I saw his e-mail address. In all of his previous stories it was Jaz1701@hotmail.com. This time though he changed it to Jaz1701@webtv.net. Web-Fucking-tv. There was no getting around it. Only one person knew the details of my rape, AND owned a(fucking) Webtv. Jaz1701...is my son, John. I felt like someone had kicked me in the side of the head. Why would he do this? How could he betray me again. Raping me wasn't enough? He had to tell the world about it. I had to learn more. I took the next day off from work. When John went to school, I tried to break into his (fucking) Webtv Gang Rape Pic. It wasn't hard. The son of a bitch's password was " RAPE" . I looked in his mail box and found dozen's of e-mails from his Readers. Some were about my story.
Here's a few word for word.
" Jaz you sure showed your slutty mom who was boss. Send some pics dude" .
AND
" Jaz what an insightful and enchanting modern day fairy tale. I particularly enjoyed the skewed juxtaposition of the mother/son dynamic and the subtle judeo/christian battle for supremacy. Kudos and excelscior!"
FINALLY
" Jaz you are sick, and will burn forever in the fiery pit of Gehenna, there will be the weeping and gnashing of your teeth. Repent Sinner. I was patrolling all of these devil inspired adult sites and praying for the chance to save a soul. I have read all of your stories and must say they are filthy. Do you have any more? Please send pics of your mom so my parishoners can pray for her. Amen."
The more I read, the angrier I got. My son did not love me. He had been living a lie for the past year. He was not the least bit sorry for what he did to me. To the contrary, he reveled in it. My fear,shock, confusion, outrage humiliation were intoxicating to him. He loved hearing me lose control, begging and sobbing for mercy, mercy that he would never give.
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