I was twelve turning thirteen in the year 2002 when I started having these fantasies.

I remember specifically fantasizing about a tall, skinny, shaggy haired 9th grade boy whose grade played dodgeball with our grade during gym class. I remember him pointing me out to his friends saying that I was the 'kid with the hot mum,". I remember fantasizing about him sitting on the driver's seat of my car with my mum sitting her big ass on his skinny lap as he drove the car.

 I also remember fantasizing about my friend 13-year-old Wade (looked kind of like Ash Ketchum), wrestling her down into the mud of our wet and rainy front lawn as he groped and grinded into her.

But these were just spur of the moment fantasies that I would relish and hold until I pleasured myself about it later that night.

This humiliation fantasy started to become a weird reality for me in which i was constantly 'teased' and denied content to relish on.

I basically grew up knowing that my mother was pretty much the most beautiful person In town. With her blonde hair and curves. She wasn't always so stunning as she had gained a bit of weight in the early days after having my siblings and I. But then she became a aerobics instructor and everything changed.

I was going through puberty and she had shaped her body to perfection over the years. She wasn't overweight anymore but she maintained her curves around her hips giving her a large Jennifer Lopez, Kim Kardashian, Nikki Minaj ass (it was around 2002, so I guess Jennifer Lopez was the best comparison to make at the time, lol). I would gawk as she would practice her aerobics moves in the loungeroom, her big bum would wiggle or envelope gloriously as she stretched her thick meaty legs in her black spandex leggings. I was only a kid but I was ashamed of my feelings. I knew looking at my mother like that was wrong. But my own mother was the best looking women in town and all the boys in school knew this.

Since I was 12-years-old I was hounded by boys my age and older, saying how much they thought my mom was attractive. Whenever I brought friends over, I would see them stare and blush like they were lost in a dream, seeing the love of their lives for the first time, their first crush on a older woman.

I remember that year an eleven-year-old friend of mine named Travis said to me at the public pool "Can I be your dad? Because I think I'm in love with your mom and I want to be with her."

What was so crazy was he wasn't saying it in a mocking or joke like way. Travis was legit serious with true emotion in his eyes as he said it with respected sincerity. The rational part of me respectfully told him she wasn't interested and that my father was very much around. But the dark part at the back of my mind that craved that humiliating swaddling experience wanted it to happen deep down. To have my precious 'creation goddess' taken. To be replaced in the eyes of that 'creation goddess', in favor of another 'worthier' boy. The feeling of social danger and taboo was an exquisite turn on for my little developing mind. But once again I relished on the 'idea' and what a roller coaster ride it could be.

By the end of my first year in high school, my other friends were saying similar things, but more in a mocking playful way. But I knew that they were serious about the things they said despite their playful tone. I remember constantly trying to shove them out the house during the weekends as they would gawk and stare at her doing her aerobics practice for her classes later on in evening. We were fourteen at this stage and I remember them tilting their heads with goofy grins as they stared at the ass sweat stain between the crack of her spandex clad bottom, burning into their retinas to stay in their memory for as long as they lived.

That same year, when we went to a holiday in the snow, my 13-year-old classmate Ryan would tackle my mum with his 15-year-old brother. Both boys excitedly grinded against her backside when they forced her into the snow. My mother was laughing like it was a joke. However, I knew what they were up to, Ryan admitted his intentions years later.

Those moments aroused my 14-year-old self on that holiday. I would create situations to subtly humiliate myself. I would decline to accompany my mother so I could watch the toxic contextualized beauty of my bratty classmate Ryan disappear with my beautiful voluptuous mother on the snowy horizon. His little arms around the top of her waist, her trousered bottom bouncing and wiggling as they ran to the nearby 'shack' where you could buy food and drinks and 'finally' be out of my eyes reach so they could have alone time together.

Watching them disappear over the white horizon hand in hand, followed by a hug for warmth was a beautiful image...from afar...

Less was sometimes more, and I would let my imagination wonder....

During the holiday, I played on the ping-pong table with Ryan and his brother in the games room in the cabin our families were staying. After a few sessions of me kicking ass, my mother came in and asked to play. Instantly, my masochist side was resurfaced, I put on an act and said, "Ok, but we play twelve rounds of me versus the three of you, I can beat you all!"

Sounding annoyingly arrogant on purpose, trying to set up my mother to humble me and bring me down a notch by teaming up with my friends against me. It worked. I was so clever, manipulating my family and friends to humiliate me. They teamed up to defeat me in ping-pong and it was glorious. Three against one was extremely hard and my body was tingling with excitement as my mom would cheer as I lost round after round after having a successful winning streak in the first half, it was actually difficult, and i wanted my defeat to look realistic as well.

They eventually won, and they cheered and hugged, and playfully berated me for my open arrogance, "See, your not THAT good at it!" Mom giggled in a winner's glee with them.

To celebrate their victory, I went off outside through a side door attached to the games room and experienced the contrast of cold and warmth. I shivered from the outside as I watched the beautiful snow fall and shimmer between the illuminated electrical lights surrounding the resort. I look to my left within the open door I stood, and watched and felt the warmth of the heater through the sight of my mother sitting between the two boys she temporarily favored on the sofa, watching a movie with them in comfort without me; beautiful sights and contrasting sensations of crisp cold and heavy warmth was on either side of my body, just as my jealousy and pleasurable ecstasy met and intermingled at that very moment. Then I snapped out of it, as my mother called out between those boys, "Come inside, your going to catch a cold, your letting the heat out."

'Yeah, that's weird man!" 13-year-old Ryan said to me in general matter of fact confusion.

When i was 16-years-old a teammate named Chad pinched her nipples drunkenly when I was at a post sports grand finale house party, she admitted that a few days later to me and my dad. (we lost the grand finale btw)

There was a rumor she gave another friend of mine Andrew a hand-job during my 18th birthday in my younger brothers room (my brother wasn't home) .

When I was 19, a former bully named Jay came into my workplace and mocked me about having sex with her in the Pub bathrooms ("She begged for it up the arse LOL"), and it all matched up as I knew she went there with her friends that weekend. I later tried texting him about the details through a phone of a girl I knew (This girl, a friend of mine at the time,  complained that Jay was obsessed with licking her asshole while his friend Brent would watch and want sloppy seconds) After I texted him asking for the details, he called me, he was a at a party, he screamed at me "SHUT THE FUCK UP! STOP TEXTING ME! THATS BETWEEN ME AND YOUR MUM!"

That same year, my friends would get me drunk and stoned in my segregated bedroom outside my house, until I was too tired to move from my bed, half asleep, they would abandon me and spend time with my mother in the loungeroom (my younger brother wasn't home then either, as he was being a normal 14-15-year-old kid hanging out friends at night at that stage)

I spied on her instant messaging program (at the time it was MSN) and she had a contact called 'Milfhunters'.
 
She would later tell me while I was in my early 20's that she had sex with men that were my age or younger than me and some were just 18-years-old, while she was in between relationships transitioning from my dad to her current boyfriend (those years were very interesting).

She even recently told me last year that she hooked up with a 23-year-old British tourist at a concert when she was in between relationships back in 2014. My brother piped up and "Hey, I don't want to know aye!". I felt like screaming at my younger brother ("BUT I DO!").

I have so much real life inspiration to add to my fictional stories. Maybe one day ill write true stories about how I grew up with her, but it would involve my suspicion and not seeing anything. Just hearing about it, and physical innuendos.

The AI is absolutely amazing its scary. Despite rejecting all my requests at first. If you simplify your request afterwards and fine tune it's ending. It can generate some of the most unethical and humiliating reads  It's a fetishist fantasy world.

Congrats. You lucky cuck.

I made a similar thread about my bratty classmate seducing my mums far arse.

https://bullyfucksmymom.com/fapping-materials/'mommy's-love-denied'-realistic-3d-renders-of-my-bully-'ryan'-with-milf-'penny'/

Fuuuck, it's stories like these that make me say "And I thought I was lucky."

I literally just came off watching this beautiful dark-comedy-thriller and while its not erotica, this film hits all the right notes when it comes to our niche of 'Mother /Cuckold Netorare' (Netori bull perspective really, outside looking in) played out in a wonderfully crafted story though film. The film is a masterpiece and is really about so much MORE than what us admited perverts in this niche are driven to see in the first place. The film is extremely meta about the elements of 'writing'  as a whole.

However, Claude, the 16-year-old boy writing to his literature teacher seperate segments about his exploits into his friend Rapha's classy middle class home is what drives the narrative for the majority of the film. Or...what really drives the narrative, is the infatuation of the male teacher who compels him to continue this 'story'. Claude's particular infatuation with Rapha's beautiful blonde mother Esther is made clear early on. But the movie goes deeper into 'parent stealing' with several scenes involving Claude bonding with Rapha's father, one including him besting Rapha in front of his father in basketball. The son's 'bonding' time with his father is invaded. This is followed by scene in a public shower of Claude happily getting wet and soapy with his friend's 'cool' father, as they rinsed off with other men and passed the soap between each other. There is no room in the shower area, so the jealous son is forced to watch, sweaty and annoyed from the bench on the wall. This scene was so short but well shot, the 'triggers' are there and that one was especially 'knife twisting' for those who pride in 'male bonding'; whether you are LGBT or not. There is nothing 'too; disturbing, but the 'what if's ' and 'how will this develop if not at all,' is there, done with a strange drawn out tension resulting in poignant and realistic characters in contrast.

How do the French do it? The movie knows these triggers exist in some of the audience, it is aware of our need to be voyeurs of this devious adventure, and plays on the power of introjection into the comforts of what the character Claude see's as luxury. This luxury is a loving family he can have for himself to escape from his sad, boring monotonous life outside of school. The writer figuring out the characters, the voyeur knowing the people and claiming and owning them, his desire, in his sense of reality when he writes these stories to his teacher Germain. 

Germain is the main character; with his ability to peer in in the all the exquisite angles of the potentially very dark and perhaps erotic story his student has created for his teacher about his real life friend and family. Fact and fiction become blurred between the teacher and student as they explore the 'world' of 'the house' together, Germain teaches his student how to subtly craft this' 'story' and make it 'his own', resulting in a bizarre turn of events. In the end, Germain is really the true 'Cuck' in all of this.

Its amazing stuff, and worth a re-watch for its subtle clues and open-ended interpretation. I'm in love with this film. The film is so much more than 'mother /cuckold/netorare', its a tribute to the magic of writing. But the hot triggers for that stuff are totally there.

I managed to watch it with adds on my chrome-cast using a free national televised streaming service that shows some free foreign movies. The full movie is available on Youtube for free, but it lacks English subtitles. You Can RENT or BUY it on Youtube though, with closed caption/subtitle options. Hope you enjoy it. Let us know your thoughts.

If your from Australia, you can watch it on 'SBS On Demand' for the next few months for free. It will expire on the app after that time.

Chapter 9 is actually out. But can only be viewed after paying nebic's patreon. I'm kind of a online friend of his, so i wont give a free link. Its worth paying.

Warning, chapter 9 is very Gay. But if I see where it's leading for the final chapter 10 correctly, the finale is going to be exquisite.