Moms A Ballbuster

Moms a Ballbuster

By: John Smith

The day had been a long one, and all I wanted to do was relax and unwind. But when I got home, I found my mother waiting for me in the living room. She wasn’t happy and her face showed it. She had something on her mind and it seemed like it was something she wanted to get off her chest.

“What’s up, Mom?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“I think you know,” she said, giving me a stern look. “You’ve been staying out late and coming in late. You’re not doing your chores and you’re not taking care of yourself. And now I find out you’ve been seeing some woman who is nothing more than a ballbuster!”

I sighed, knowing she was right. I had been seeing a woman who was a bit of a hard case. She was tough, aggressive, and not afraid to stand up for herself. I had thought it might be exciting to date someone like her, but clearly my mother didn’t approve.

“Mom, I can explain…” I began.

“Explain what? That you’re seeing someone who is nothing more than a hooker?” she asked, her voice rising.

I shook my head. “No, Mom. She’s not a hooker. She’s just a strong woman who knows what she wants. I like that about her.”

My mother scoffed. “You think that’s attractive? It’s no wonder you don’t have many friends. No one wants to be around someone like that.”

I sighed. I knew my mother was right. I had been keeping a secret from her, but now it seemed like the time had come to tell her.

“Mom, I have to tell you something,” I said. “I’m a slut. I like rough sex and I like to be dominated.”

My mother’s eyes widened. “What? You can’t be serious!”

I nodded. “I am. I’ve been seeing this woman for a few months now and she’s teaching me all about submission and dominance. I like it and it makes me feel alive. I’m sorry if it offends you, but this is who I am now.”

My mother was silent for a moment, trying to process what I had said. I could tell it was a lot for her to take in. Finally, she spoke.

“Well, if that’s who you are, then I guess I have to accept it,” she said, her voice softening. “But I still don’t approve of the kind of woman you’re seeing. She’s a ballbuster and you should stay away from her.”

I nodded. “I understand, Mom. But I’m not going to give her up. I like her and I’m not going to let her go.”

My mother sighed. “Well, just be careful, okay? I don’t want to see you hurt.”

I smiled. “I will. I promise.”

My mother nodded and then stood up. “Okay then. I’m going to bed. I love you, son.”

“I love you too, Mom,” I said, hugging her tightly.

My mother left the room and I sank back into the couch, thinking about what had just happened. I had finally told my mother the truth about who I was, and she had accepted it. I had expected her to be angry, but instead she had been understanding. I was grateful for her acceptance and I knew I would never forget it.

But now I had to figure out what to do about the woman I was seeing. She was a ballbuster and I knew that if I stayed with her, things would be difficult. But I also knew that I would never be able to find anyone like her. She was strong, passionate, and willing to take risks. She was everything I wanted in a partner, and I knew I would never let her go.

I decided that I would take things slow with her. I would make sure that I respected her boundaries and listened to her needs. I would try to be understanding and patient, and I would do my best to make her happy. I had no doubt that our relationship would be a challenge, but I was ready for it.

I smiled, knowing that I had made the right decision. I was ready to face the challenge of being with a ballbuster and I was ready to take our relationship to the next level. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I was looking forward to it. I was ready to have a wild ride with this woman, and I knew it was going to be anything but boring.

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