En préambule, je dois expliquer que durant toute sa vie mon fils a été témoin de mes extravagances et y a souvent participer. Je suis une passionnée du DF depuis toujours et dès que mon fils a manifesté un sincère intérêt pour mes pratiques, je lui ai enseigné les fondamentaux de cet art. De ce fait, nous avons toujours parlé librement de nos jeux et de nos partenaires. Lorsqu’il a rencontré celle qui est aujourd’hui sa compagne, j’ai immédiatement compris qu’elle apporterait toutes les satisfactions possibles. Premièrement par sa beauté, c’est une jeune fille de 19 ans magnifique dotée d’une très généreuse poitrine et de jambes interminables. Elle cumule tous les vices de son époque, de sa génération et de sa classe sociale. Extrêmement prétentieuse et hautaine, elle est persuadée que l’alcool n’a aucun effet sur elle et se plait à faire boire ses amies au-delà de toutes limites, elle aime les voir se traîner par terre, cela lui confère un sentiment de supériorité. Elle dispose d’une forte résistance à l’alcool pour son âge, ce qui l’aide dans ses manigances. Elle consomme toutes les drogues à sa disposition et ne s’en cache pas, principalement du speed, du cannabis et diverses pilules. Elle ne néglige pourtant aucune autre substance et adonne chaque fois qu’elle en a la possibilité. Chaque fois qu’elle vient à la maison, ma réserve de cocaïne réduit de moitié. Elle a coutume de nier avec arrogance avoir été ivre la veille et je la pense sincère ; elle se met dans de tel état qu’il me semble évident qu’elle ne se souvienne de rien. Parfaitement au courant des attentes de mon fils, elle a passé avec lui marché, elle se livre aux pires excès de consommations pour lui et il la soutient dans ses propres vices. Elle adore être un objet d’attention jusqu’à se livrer à l’exhibition. Un matin, qu’ils se promenaient le long d’un chantier, elle a été sifflée par les ouvriers, elle a alors ouvert son chemisier pour dévoiler complétement son soutien-gorge pendant qu’ils marchaient devant les ouvriers. Chaque weekend, mon fils travaille comme bénévole dans un Youth Club, c’est là qu’il se sont rencontrés, c’est le seul débit de boissons pour les jeux à près de 20km à la ronde, autant dire que c’est là que toute la jeunesse de la région se retrouve chaque vendredi soir. Comme se sont de petits villages, il n’y a personne sur les routes et donc aucun contrôle de police ; chacun reprend sa voiture en repartant et il n’y a aucun besoin de limiter ses consommations. Les boissons y sont extrêmement bon marché, souvent même moins chères qu’en supermarché ; et comme les populations aux alentours sont plutôt nanties, les jeunes achètent leurs bières par plateaux de 10 et leurs alcools par bouteilles. Les tournées s’enchaînent d’autant plus vite que tout le monde se connait. Sur le mur menant aux toilettes se trouve un tableau couvert de photos de filles en train de se faire baiser dans ces mêmes toilettes, cet affichage est si ancien qu’on y retrouve des polaroïds datant du temps de ma jeunesse. Les filles sont libres de retirer les photos qui les concernent mais beaucoup les y laisse ; c’est même une fierté pour certaines, on peut ainsi reconnaître sur le tableau des photos de plusieurs femmes d’une même famille, prises avec quelques années d’écart. La compagne de mon fils n’y figure pas, bien que tous les mecs voudraient l’y voir ; elle a un autre plaisir, elle aime pousser des filles à boire jusqu’à ce qu’elles perdent connaissance en leur promettant qu’elle les reconduira ensuite, et lorsque le bar ferme, elle les allonge sur les table, se vautre sur elles et mon fils baise sa compagne pendant que celle-ci balbutie à sa victime tout ce que mon fils est en train de lui faire. Elle poussé ce jeu bien plus loin un soir dans son appartement ; elle a reçu quelques amies sélectionnée pour leur physique et leur penchant pour la boisson. Elle demandé à mon fils de ne les rejoindre que tard dans la nuit. Lorsqu’il est arrivé, toutes ces demoiselles étaient complétement ivres, une lourde fumée de cannabis embrumait la pièce, les filles avaient visiblement pris de nombreuses autres choses ce soir-là. Lorsque mon fils est arrivé, sa compagne a proposé un jeu, un jeu à boire naturellement, mon fils devait servir les shoots aux perdantes. Il a pris place en bout de table et a commencé à servir les verres, le rythme était rapide, les filles étaient de moins en moins capable de répondre aux questions, voir même de les comprendre. La petite amie de mon fils s’est absentée un instant et est revenue le cou serré dans un collier de chien, beaucoup trop serré, elle peinait à respirer et sa voix était brisée par la pression. Elle a participé au jeu, elle avait des difficultés à déglutir, son visage devait de plus en plus rouge mais ses amies étaient trop imbibées pour y faire attention. Mon fils continuait de remplir les shoots à ces demoiselles qui finissaient par ne plus rien comprendre d’autre que de boire. Sa petite amie, fière d’elle, lui tendait son verre sans cesse, elle voulait lui prouver sa résistance ; pendant que les autres filles s’effondraient sur ou sous la table, elle continuait de boire. Quand il ne resta que deux autres filles aptes à porter leur verre à leurs lèvres, la petite amie de mon fils se leva avec difficultés, s’appuyant sur la table pour garder son équilibre, elle s‘approcha de lui, se plaça derrière lui et se mis à genoux. Elle baissa son pantalon et introduisit sa langue dans son anus, elle passa sa main entre ses cuisses pour saisi sa bite et le masturber pendant qu’il servait à boire. Les deux filles étaient bien trop ivres pour réaliser ce qui se passait, l’une manquait de partir à la renverse à chaque fois qu’elle buvait son verre, l’autre vomissait en ruisseau sur ses seins et se pissait dessus en buvant, mais aucune ne voulait cesser de boire. Quand elles eurent enfin toutes deux perdu connaissance, mon fils se retourna pour allonger sa petite amie sur la table, son visage était mauve, ses yeux rouges sang ; il voulut lui retirer son collier mais elle s’y opposa, réclamant qu’il la baise d’abord. Pendant qu’il la baisait, se saisi d’une tremblante de tous les verres qui n’étaient pas vide et les bu. Pendant qu’il baisait sa compagne, mon fils était excité par tout ce qu’il voyait autour de lui, les demoiselles inertes, sa compagne violacée au souffle rauque qui cherchait à se saouler au maximum avant de perdre connaissance à son tour. Quand il en eu fini avec elle, il lui ôta son collier et pris soin d’elle pour le reste de la nuit. Je suis vraiment très heureuse que mon fils ai trouvé une telle femme qui accepte ses vices et y participe pleinement. As a preamble, I should explain that throughout his life my son has witnessed my extravagances and has often taken part in them. I've always been passionate about DF and as soon as my son showed a sincere interest in my practices, I taught him the fundamentals of this art. As a result, we have always talked freely about our games and our partners. When he met the woman who is now his partner, I immediately realised that she would bring him every possible satisfaction. Firstly, she's beautiful, a gorgeous 19-year-old with ample breasts and endless legs. She has all the vices of her time, her generation and her social class. Extremely pretentious and haughty, she is convinced that alcohol has no effect on her and enjoys getting her friends to drink beyond their limits. She likes to see them drag themselves along the floor, which gives her a feeling of superiority. She has a strong resistance to alcohol for her age, which helps her in her schemes. She uses all the drugs at her disposal and makes no secret of it, mainly speed, cannabis and various pills. She doesn't neglect any other substance, however, and indulges whenever she can. Every time she comes to the house, my supply of cocaine is halved. She usually arrogantly denies having been drunk the night before, and I think she means it; she gets into such a state that it's obvious to me she can't remember anything. Perfectly aware of my son's expectations, she has made a deal with him, she indulges in the worst excesses of consumption for him and he supports her in her own vices. She loves being an object of attention, to the point of indulging in exhibitionism. One morning, as they were walking along a building site, she was whistled at by the workers, so she opened her blouse to reveal her bra completely as they walked past. Every weekend, my son works as a volunteer in a Youth Club, which is where they met. It's the only drinking establishment for games within a 20km radius, so it's where all the young people in the region meet up every Friday night. As these are small villages, there are no people on the roads, so there are no police checks; everyone goes back to their cars when they leave and there's no need to limit their consumption. Drinks here are extremely cheap, often even cheaper than in supermarkets; and as the surrounding populations are fairly well off, young people buy their beers in sets of 10 and their spirits in bottles. The rounds go by all the faster because everyone knows each other. On the wall leading to the toilets is a board covered with photos of girls being fucked in these same toilets, this display is so old that there are Polaroids dating from the time of my youth. The girls are free to remove the photos that concern them, but many leave them there; it's even a source of pride for some of them, and on the board you can see photos of several women from the same family, taken a few years apart. My son's girlfriend doesn't feature, although all the guys would like to see her there; she has another pleasure, she likes to push girls to drink until they pass out, promising them she'll drive them home afterwards, and when the bar closes, she lays them on the tables, wallows on them and my son fucks his girlfriend while she babbles to her victim about what my son is doing to her. She took this game much further one evening in her flat; she had some friends over, selected for their looks and their penchant for drink. She asked my son not to join them until late at night. When he arrived, they were all completely drunk, the room was filled with heavy cannabis smoke, and the girls had obviously taken many other things that evening. When my son arrived, his partner suggested a game, a drinking game of course, and my son had to serve the shots to the losers. He took a seat at the end of the table and started serving the drinks, the pace was fast, the girls were less and less able to answer the questions, or even understand them. My son's girlfriend left for a moment and came back with her neck clamped in a dog collar, much too tight, she could hardly breathe and her voice was broken by the pressure. She took part in the game, had difficulty swallowing, her face was getting redder and redder but her friends were too soaked to notice. My son continued to refill the shots for these young ladies, who ended up understanding nothing other than drinking. His girlfriend, proud of herself, kept handing him her glass, wanting to prove her stamina; while the other girls collapsed on or under the table, she continued to drink. When there were only two other girls left able to raise their glasses to their lips, my son's girlfriend struggled to her feet, leaning on the table to keep her balance. She pulled down his trousers and inserted her tongue into his anus, reaching between his thighs to grasp his cock and masturbate him while he poured her a drink. Both girls were far too drunk to realise what was happening, one nearly falling over every time she took a drink, the other vomiting in rivulets all over her breasts and pissing herself as she drank, but neither wanted to stop drinking. When they both finally passed out, my son turned to lay his girlfriend on the table, her face purple, her eyes blood red; he wanted to take off her collar but she objected, demanding that he fuck her first. While he fucked her, he shakily grabbed all the glasses that weren't empty and drank them. As he fucked his companion, my son was aroused by everything he saw around him, the inert ladies, his violaceous companion with ragged breath who was trying to get as drunk as possible before passing out in her turn. When he had finished with her, he removed her collar and took care of her for the rest of the night. I'm really very happy that my son has found such a woman who accepts his vices and participates fully in them. I should start by saying that my son has seen me go overboard on more than one occasion and has often joined in. I've always been passionate about DF, and as soon as my son showed an interest in learning more, I taught him the basics of this art. As a result, we've always been open about our games and our partners. When he met the woman who is now his partner, I knew straightaway that she would be a great fit for him. Firstly, she's very attractive, a gorgeous 19-year-old with a great figure and long legs. She has all the vices that are typical of her time, her generation and her social class. She's extremely pretentious and haughty, and she thinks alcohol has no effect on her. She also likes getting her friends to drink beyond their limits. She gets a kick out of seeing them stumble around on the floor, which makes her feel superior. She's got a strong resistance to alcohol for her age, which helps her in her schemes. She uses all the drugs she can get her hands on and is pretty open about it. Mainly speed, cannabis and various pills. She doesn't neglect any other substance, though, and indulges whenever she can. Every time she comes to the house, I have to get through half my supply of cocaine. She usually says she wasn't drunk the night before, and I think she means it. She gets so drunk that it's obvious to me she can't remember anything. She knows what my son expects from her, so she's made a deal: she indulges in the worst excesses of consumption for him, and he supports her in her own vices. She loves being the centre of attention and will even indulge in exhibitionism. One morning, as they were walking past a building site, she was whistled at by the workers, so she opened her blouse to reveal her bra completely as they walked past. Every weekend, my son volunteers at a youth club, which is where they met. It's the only place in a 20km radius where you can drink and play games, so it's where all the young people in the region meet up every Friday night. As these are small villages, there are no police checks on the roads, so people can drink as much as they like and use their cars. The drinks here are really cheap, often even cheaper than in supermarkets. As the surrounding populations are fairly well off, young people buy their beers in sets of 10 and their spirits in bottles. The rounds go by all the faster because everyone knows each other. On the wall leading to the toilets is a board covered with photos of girls having sex in these same toilets. The display is so old that there are Polaroids dating from the time of my youth. The girls can remove the photos that concern them, but many leave them there. Some even see it as a source of pride. You can even see photos of several women from the same family, taken a few years apart. My son's girlfriend isn't on the wall, but all the guys would like to see her there. She has another thing going on. She likes to get girls drunk until they pass out, to achieve this, she promises them to to drive them home. When the bar closes, she put them on tables, lies on them and my son has sex with his girlfriend while she talks about what my son is doing to her. One evening, she took this game much further in her flat. She had some friends over, chosen for their looks and their love of drink. She asked my son not to join them until late at night. When he got there, they'd all had a lot to drink, the room was filled with cannabis smoke, and it was clear the girls had taken a lot of other things that evening. When my son arrived, his partner suggested a game – a drinking game, naturally – and my son had to serve the shots to the losers. He took place at the end of the table and started serving the drinks. The pace was fast, and the girls were struggling to answer the questions or even understand them. My son's girlfriend went to get something and came back with her neck clamped in a dog collar that was much too tight. She could hardly breathe and her voice was broken by the pressure. She took part in the game, had trouble swallowing, and her face was getting redder and redder, but her friends were too drunk to notice. My son kept refilling the shots for these young ladies, who ended up understanding nothing other than drinking. His girlfriend was feeling proud of herself and kept handing him her glass, wanting to prove how much she could drink. While the other girls were collapsing on or under the table, she kept drinking. When there were only two other girls left who could raise their glasses to their lips, my son's girlfriend struggled to her feet, leaning on the table to keep her balance.She staggered behind him and crouched down. She pulled down his trousers and put her tongue in his anus, reaching between his thighs to grab his cock and masturbate him while he poured drinks. The two girls were so drunk they didn't realise what was going on. One nearly fell over every time she chugged a drink, the other vomited all over her breasts and pissed herself as she drank, but neither of them wanted to stop. When they both finally passed out, my son turned to lay his girlfriend on the table. She was purple and her eyes were blood red. He wanted to take off her collar, but she objected, demanding that he have sex with her first. While he was having sex with her, he grabbed all the glasses that weren't empty and drank them. As he had sex with his partner, my son was aroused by everything he saw around him. There were the unconscious women, his partner with her bright red face and ragged breath, who was trying to get as drunk as possible before passing out. Once he was done with her, he removed her collar and took care of her for the rest of the night. I'm really pleased that my son has found a woman who is happy to accept his vices and take part in them.
