0 comments/ 4704 views/ 3 favorites MAD Women-Modern Angry Divas Ch. 01 By: SusanJillParker Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * The modern day adventures of angry women. Woman #1 Better to be a slut, even a whore, it doesn't pay to be a good girl and moral woman. Donna is a 21-year-old, third year college student studying psychology at Boston University. She wants to continue her education, earn her master's degree, and perhaps even a doctorate to become a psychologist. The complete package, she's a good girl, a moral woman, and someone that any man would love to have as a girlfriend and ultimately have as a wife, a mother to his children, and a partner in life. More than just her good looks and her shapely body, she's kind, honest, sincere, and loving. She's a woman that any mother would love to accept her in her home and to have as a daughter. She's a woman that any man's sister would be proud to call her sister-in-law. Only, saving herself for the right one, her one and only, abstaining from sex, she's a virgin. What used to be prized hundreds of years ago when the king was looking for his queen, is now met with disdain and a jaundice eye, as if there's something wrong with the woman to still be a virgin once past the age of 18-years-old. The problem with Donna putting off sex until she finds the right one and is ready to marry is that most men don't want good girls and/or moral women. Most men want bad girls. Most men want immoral women. Most men want to have fun while sowing their wild oats before settling down. Most men want to play the field. Most men want to see what's out there before an anchor is tied around their neck, handcuffs are locked on their wrists, and agree to wear shackles on their ankles in the form of a wedding ring for the rest of their miserable, doom lives. * * * * * Instead of longing for the right one and the only one in the way that women do, most men want women who are sluts in clubs. All men want women who are whores in bed. The last thing any man wants, unless he's standing at the altar with her, is a frigging virgin. "Pardon? You're a what? A virgin? No way! Seriously?" The man looked at the woman as if she had a disease that was contagious. "How in the Hell did that happen?" "I'm waiting for my one and only. I'm waiting for the right one," said the woman while giving him a look that made him realize that he wasn't the right one and wouldn't be getting any sex from her. "I'm waiting for my knight in shining armor. I'm waiting for my handsome prince to sweep me off my feet." Yet, instead of walking away and finding another woman who was a slut, a whore, and/or a slut and a whore, he persevered. "Surely, even if you haven't had sexual intercourse, you must have given someone a hand job and watched them cum," he said unzipping himself. "You must have sucked someone's cock, given them a blowjob, allowed them to cum in your mouth, and swallowed?" He pulled out his cock to expose himself to her but the woman refused to take him in her hand or in her mouth. "No," she said. "Sorry. Abstaining from sex, I haven't given a hand job or a blowjob and haven't even seen a men's penis until now that you exposed yourself to me." "Seriously? If my prick is the first cock you've ever seen, then I don't see this relationship working. I was hoping you'd be a slut, even a whore but not a virgin," he said putting his cock back in his pants, zipping himself, and walking away. "Goodbye." * * * * * I dare say that unless they're marrying them, most men want nothing to do with virgins. One would think that any terrorist who declares war on America and is willing to blow himself up and all those around him with a bomb vest would want to do that for the sake of going to Heaven to be with a thousand whores. I don't understand why a terrorist would commit suicide to be with a thousand virgins. Seriously, it makes no sense to want to be with a thousand virgins. "Hey, Achmed, be honest and tell me the truth. Swear on your camel," said Abdul, "When you died to be with one thousand virgins, did you think that Heaven would be anything like this?" "No, Abdul," said Achmed. "I swear on my camel that I thought Heaven would be better. With all of these women saving themselves for Muhammad, none of these women want to have sex. If I knew that Heaven would be like this with a thousand virgins saving themselves for the right one, I would have held out to be with a thousand whores." * * * * * On the other hand, when a man is with who he perceives as being a slut, a whore, and maybe even a slut and a whore, he doesn't waste his time watching reruns of Sex and the City with a virgin. Instead, already in sexual Heaven without having to kill any infidels, he wants to see how far he can go sexually with his non-virginal girlfriend who possibly may be a slut, a whore, or even a slut and a whore. "What do you say we make our own sex tape Baby? What do you say we make a sex tape that's better than the sex tape that Pamela Anderson, Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, and Kim Kardashian made?" Looking at him as if he was possessed by the Devil, his girlfriend stared at him speechless. "I want to film you sucking my cock. I want to film me giving you a cum bath. I want to film me cumming all over your face, your hair, and your naked tits," said a typical man who wants a whore for a girlfriend but not as a wife. "I want to film us having sex in public. I want to show your naked body to the world." If she had the forethought to have made a voodoo doll of him, she would have stuck pins in his eyes. She would have cut off his tongue and his hands before cutting off his cock. "I have an idea," said the man to his girlfriend who he thought was willing to do anything to sexually please him. "You and your girlfriend get naked and then get in the sixty-nine position. I want to film you eating one another's pussies. You know, being that this will be your first time with a woman, if you like having sex with women as much as you like having sex with men, maybe we should try the swinging lifestyle. I'd love to watch you suck and fuck a multitude of men," he suggested. It was then that the woman decided to end this relationship that was going nowhere and throw him out of her bed and out of her house. "You want to film me having sex with you? You want to make a sex tape that supersedes the sex tapes of Pamela Anderson, Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, and Kim Kardashian? You want to film me getting a cum bath from you while you cum all over my face, my hair, that I just had done, and my tits? You want to show my naked body to the world? You want me to get in a sixty-nine position with my best friend and eat one another's pussies? You want me to participate in the swinging lifestyle and suck and fuck a multitude of men?" As if she was a terrorist plotting his death and he was an infidel, she gave him a hard look. "Do you think of me a slut? Do I look like a whore to you?" If looks could kill he would have been dead already. "Get out of my house! Get out! Go! Leave! Screw! Scram! Get Lost! Just get the fuck out you dirty bastard!" Once most men are done with the women sucking them, they want to watch their women having sex with other men. Once most men are done fucking their women, they want to watch their women having sex with other women. Once most men think of their woman as a slut and/or as a whore, they no longer respect their women. Done with them, they've gotten as much as they could get out of them and now are on to the next woman. * * * * * Only, Donna is not that type of women. She's not a slut or a whore. She'd never willingly agree to make a sex tape. Unless she was drunk or drugged, she'd never allow anyone to take a picture of her without her clothes. Gross. She'd never allow any man to disrespect her by giving her a cum bath. Being that she's a virgin, she'd never agree to have sex with any man unless he was her one and only and had already made his vows by saying, "I do." She's a pretty girl. Her shoulder length, chestnut, brown hair matches the color of her mahogany eyes. At 5'8" tall and 130 pounds, she resembles Anne Hathaway in looks and in body structure, only without the big nose and with bigger breasts. Actually, she's much better looking than Anne Hathaway. Yet, even more than her outward appearance, her outgoing personality, quick wit, fun sense of humor, intelligence, and her kind nature are her best features. Unfortunately, ruining her life's plan of saving herself for her special someone, she lost her virginity at a frat party. Normally busy with her studies, when not in church praying for those less fortunate, she works part-time at the Boston animal shelter on Chandler Street and pitches in at the mission to feed the homeless at the Pine Street Inn in Boston. The one time she relented and went with her friends to a frat party was the biggest mistake of her life. With her drunk, drugged, disoriented, and unconscious, she was stripped naked and raped by three members of the Boston University football team. * * * * * Woman #2 Tall, blonde, beautiful, and busty with blue eyes, she must be a whore. Samantha was a real looker. Tall, blonde, beautiful, and busty with big, blue eyes, she was very good looking. She looked like a younger version of Heidi Klum. Every man and even some women who saw her wanted her. Every man and even some women who saw her made a pass at her. Only, in the sexy way she looked, men, as well as women, just wanted her for one thing. Not seeing beyond the outside package, they all wanted to use her for sex. Sex, sex, sex, everything is all about sex. With few men thinking that they could get someone who looked like her alone long enough to love them, most men figured that they could get someone who looked like her naked for an hour after some late, night, heavy drinking. Perhaps the reason why so very many beautiful women end up with ordinary looking men, such as Billy Joel with supermodel Christie Brinkley, Mick Jagger with supermodel Jerry Hall, and Ric Ocasek with supermodel Paulina Porkizkova, is because most men fear beautiful women. Most men fear being rejected and shot down. With their egos deflated, most men fear going home alone to an empty bed. If only a man would take a chance on love instead of just settling for empty sex, he may be surprised. Only most men would rather not make a commitment. Most men aren't ready to profess their love. Most men would rather have something meaningless for an hour than to have something meaningful for a lifetime. Being that she was a blonde and pretty with big tits, most men don't respect her. Most men don't see past her pretty face and her big breasts to see the quality and the goodness of the woman inside. Sadly but truthfully, not listening to her when her mouth wasn't full with their tongue or their cock, most men don't care what she had to say. While staring at her pretty face and/or her big breasts, they pretend to listen to her talking about herself. They pretend to be interested in what she had to say. Only, if given a pop quiz and asked to repeat what she just said, few would remember one complete sentence of anything she said. With Samantha, Sam, or Sammy, what her friends called her, not a slut or a whore, but a one man women, with her long blonde, lush hair and big, D cup boobs, men just assumed that she was a slut and a whore. Just because a woman is big breasted, most men think of them as wenches from the 16th century when the pirates roamed the high seas in search of Spanish ships to steal their gold. When most men look at her, rather than seeing the woman she is inside, they just imagine her topless. They imagine her naked. They imagine her on her knees and sucking their cocks or bent forward while fucking them doggie style. Whenever most men think about her, they imagine her naked and in their bed with them while giving them hot sex. Only with her having so very many other qualities than physical and sexual, she's not just about sex. She's about love. She's about kindness, goodness, and wanting to be a good person. She's about finding Mr. Right, getting married, and having children. She's about committing her body and her soul to the one man she loves and wants to spend the rest of her life with while making a good life. Not an easy job but an honest way to earn a living, she worked as a cocktail waitress across from Boston's Public Gardens at the prestigious Four Seasons Hotel on Boylston Street in Boston. She couldn't count how many men asked her out for a drink after work. With her a cocktail waitress, the last thing she wanted to do was to have a drink after work. She couldn't count how many men left their room key as part of her tip. An upscale bar, where people gathered after work to socialize, one would think that the customers would be upscale too. Some male customers were classy and well-mannered but most of her business customers weren't. Not giving her the respect that she gave them and that she deserved in return, they were rude and they were grabby. Sometimes between the drunken stockbrokers groping her, the arrogant lawyers not taking no for an answer, and the accountants propositioning her, she wished she kept a stun gun in her pocket. No matter how much money, education, or stature men have, give any man a couple of drinks, especially when in close proximity of an attractive cocktail waitress and he'll try and grope her in the way that a drunk would grope a barmaid in an Irish pub in South Boston. In the way that all men want their women they marry to be classy, few men exhibit the same characteristics when first meeting a woman. * * * * * "Hey Baby, wouldn't you like to come home with me," said a fresh man grabbing Samantha's shapely ass. "I'll even let you be on top." She looked at him as if he was nuts. She looked at him as if he was drunk. She looked at him as if he was nuts and drunk. "I'd have be drunker than you to go home with the likes of you," she said slapping him across his face. "Besides," she said with a vindictive smile of victory, "what would your wife say?" He looked at her stunned that someone like her, a lowly cocktail waitress, would reject someone like him, a rich stockbroker. "What would my wife say? If I was married, I'd hope she'd say, let's get naked. Let's have a threesome," he said with a dirty laugh. "Let me show you what I can do with this beautiful blonde while you watch." * * * * * Woman #3 "She can't be a partner. She's a woman." Patricia worked as a successful lawyer. She was a career woman. Whenever men who sat across from her or faced her in court, they referred to her as a bitch, a barracuda, or a witch. If she was a man, they'd refer to her as competent in her job, successful in her career, and a damn good lawyer. Putting aside plans of marriage and having children, even having a boyfriend, until it was too late for her to give birth to a child of her own, she put her job first before finding Mr. Right. Dedicated and driven, her studies and education took a backseat to romance. Then, once she passed the bar on her first try, her law career came first before anything. Putting her career before her sleep and jeopardizing her health, she's spent sleepless nights at the office when working on a case. Tall and thin, masking her femininity to fit in a man's world without calling undue attention to herself, even with her hair up and wearing little makeup, she was still strikingly beautiful. Imagine Robin Wright, Naomi Watts, Uma Thurman, or Charlize Theron dressed as a man and that's Patricia. She could never hide the fact that she's a woman, a beautiful woman. As if wearing a uniform, she always wore blue, grey, or brown business suits with a matching white, linen blouse and blue, grey, or brown high heels that matched her outfit. She looked like a lawyer. She looked like a company CEO, only there aren't very many CEO's of companies that are women. Unless she was going to trial and lugging her boxes filled with briefs, law books, and research, she carried the same briefcase, a black leather one that she slipped over her shoulder in the way that a woman wears a handbag. Speaking of handbags, she didn't use a handbag. With her briefcase having so very many pockets, she had no need for a handbag. Too conspicuous, handbags made her feel like every other empty headed woman who was more concerned over powdering her nose than she was over her education. From her smartphone, to her day/date scheduler, to her laptop, and to her handgun, everything she needed was in her briefcase. Tailor made and loosely fit to iron away her curves, her business suits made her appear wider and heavier than she was. Instead of complementing her sexy, shapely figure, whatever she wore downplayed her womanly curves of her sexy body. If she could make herself look any more like a man without looking like a Butch, a Dyke, or a lesbian, she would. In the way that all judges, whether male or female, wear long, black robes, if she could get away with wearing a long, black robe to court, she would. Only, mocking and masquerading as a judge, she'd be in contempt of court. Nonetheless, with there no room for her as a woman in court, she tried to eliminate her femininity from her job as a lawyer by dressing more like a man. Wearing minimal makeup, she wore her hair severely pulled back in a tight bun. Her hair was pulled so tightly back that her face, with nary a wrinkle, looked like she's had Botox treatments or a facelift. One would think that wearing her hair pulled so tightly back would give her a headache. One would think that wearing her hair pulled so tightly back would ruin her good looks. Only, she was the type of woman who could shave her head and still look beautiful. Having earned her undergraduate degree from Harvard Business School, she earned her law degree from Yale Law School. With most firms having an unspoken code of no room at the top for women, nonetheless with her Ivy League school education, she was hoping to make her way in a Boston law firm. She specialized in contract law. She specialized in suing big companies that had deep pockets for the smallest civil rights infractions. She specialized where the bulk of the compensation is awarded in class action lawsuits. Alas, a double edged sword, even though she made a lot of money for her law firm, she made a lot of enemies from those CEO's who she beat, belittled, and humiliated in court. In the way that the parquet floor was to a basketball player, the football field to a football player, the diamond to a baseball player, and the ice rink to a hockey player, the courtroom was her battlefield and where she felt most comfortable. Putting her game face on, with her being a real warrior, a gladiator in an arena alone and pitted against giants, even those lawyers on her side feared her. Hiding in the background while waiting to get back at her, those influentially, powerful men made career waves for her to make sure that she never made partner. Calling in all of their favors to make her life as miserable as she made their lives, they were all out to get her and to get even with her. The only men who remotely liked her are the men who wanted to fuck her, dominate her, and control her. Only, a modern day version of Cleopatra, Florence Nightingale, Queen Elizabeth I, Coco Chanel, and Elizabeth Taylor, all rolled into one strong woman, no man could control a woman like her. Except for the male partners in her own law firm, it was always the men drinking and having their cigars at the country club who hated her the most. It was always those men going golfing and/or who frequented strip clubs who talked about her and plotted against her behind her back. With her not invited to the inner circle of leather, boardroom chairs and mahogany tables, even though she was very successful at winning, being that she was a woman, after all, she was of no consequence. She was of no consequence until she faced them in court. Then she was an in their face hurricane force who blew back the piles of paperwork they used to cloak, confuse, and confound their dirty deeds and secret deals they used their shell companies to hide behind. MAD Women-Modern Angry Divas Ch. 01 Yet, to her credit, as if small dog with a big bone, undaunted by the defensive strategy against her, she's tenacious. A defender of the law and an enemy of those who don't play by the rules and who don't believe in justice for all, she's a giant slayer. As if she was Brienne of Tarth, played by Gwendoline Christie in The Games of Thrones, she's the anointed knight of the constitution but without the armor, without the sword, and without the right to be the judge, the jury, and the executioner. In the way that a terrier sometimes terrorizes the people and other dogs in its neighborhood with incessant barking and aggressive behavior, whether in a courtroom or at a negotiation table, Patricia is good at her job. She earns a lot of money for her law firm and other than receiving monetary rewards, she doesn't receive the other rewards of her position, such as the big corner office, the title, and a partnership. Always, when it came time to make her partner, the job was offered to one of the boys, a man. Not fair and not right, with her career snub going against the grain of who she is as a lawyer, someone who champions to win equal rights for all, she's unable to fight her own discrimination case. She'd win the battle, of course, but she'd lose the war. After taking her own law firm to court for sex discrimination, as if she worked alone in a vacuum, no other firm would hire her. Winning her discrimination case would essentially be the end of her career as a lawyer. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. MAD Women-Modern Angry Divas Ch. 02 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * The modern day adventures of angry women. Woman #4 Some things never change. Some things always remain the same. Beaten and sexually abused into submission, Kathy was a timid woman bordering on shy. Terribly shy as a child, seemingly shyness was her natural state but timid wasn't her nature. Unafraid to voice her opinion, whenever given a cause, she was outspoken and passionate about her beliefs. Yet, the only thing she was silent about was the physical, emotional, and sexual abuse suffered at the hands of her father and brothers. As if it never happened, she didn't talk about that to anyone. Unable to wrap her head around her father and brothers wanting her sexually, she didn't know how to cope with being used as their sexual plaything as soon as she turned 18-years-old. Instead of dealing with the abuse and seeking the help of a professional, whenever she was forced to have incestuous sex, hiding herself away, she disappeared within herself until the horrible ordeal was over and she was safe. Before the sexual abuse started, unlike her friends who were already having sex, she had a dream of saving herself for her one and only, not to be deflowered until her wedding night and on her wedding bed. Yet, no longer a virgin and feeling more like a slut and a whore, her father and her brothers ruined her and spoiled that dream for her. Forcing themselves upon her, they forced her to give them their sexual fantasies of having sex with her. Timidness was a learned behavior from the fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and being slapped by her father and/or her brothers. Having been brutalized enough by men, she feared men. Mostly, she feared her father and her brothers. Later in life, in the way she feared her father and her brothers, she'd grow to fear her husband and her sons too. After a while, just wanting to be left alone to live by herself with her cat, she was done with men. Men were no good. Men were mean. Men were violent. Driven by sex, when they weren't drunk, they were horny. She didn't care if men drank and she didn't care if men were horny but when her father and her brothers sexually cast their eyes to her that was just wrong. Their abysmal, sexual behavior was nasty. Their abysmal, sexual behavior incest. Always feeling dirty, even after showering again and again, she never again felt clean. She never felt safe. Always sad and crying herself to sleep, wallowing in self-pity, never was she ever happy again. "You have such a nice ass Kathy," said her father touching, feeling, and squeezing her ass whenever she walked by him in the living room, the kitchen, or in the hall. "I just love your ass. I can't get enough of your ass," he said pulling her to him and kissing her while lifting her nightgown to feel her naked ass. Where her father was an ass man, her brothers were breast men. Thinking that the incestuous, sexual abuse was all her fault for sexually teasing her father and/or sexually enticing her brothers, and later her sons, in the way she dressed, looked, or acted after a while she had no idea what sexually teased and enticed men. After a while, she didn't care what sexually teased and enticed men. Seemingly, no matter what she did, didn't do, said, didn't say, dressed, or acted, everything sexually teased and enticed men. As if she was wearing pheromone laced perfume, like a hungry bear to honey, men were all over her. Touching her, feeling her, groping her, and trying to strip off her clothes, she was tired of continually having to fight her drunken and horny father and brothers trying to have sex with her. It wasn't just the male members of her family, she couldn't go anywhere without men staring at her, whistling at her, and/or making a pass at her. The sexual abuse always escalated when she inadvertently showed her father, brothers, and later her sons, part of her body they shouldn't see with an accidental up skirt or down blouse. For fear that the unwanted sex would turn violent and that they'd hurt her again, tired of fighting, she'd submit rather than to resist. With them so much bigger and so much stronger than her, there was no use fighting, especially when they thought that she wanted them as much as they wanted her. For them to finally leave her alone, she was better off getting it over with and giving them what they so wanted. "I love your big tits Kathy," said her brothers Jim, Mark, Charlie, and Jeff whenever one or the other was alone with her. "They're so firm, so heavy, and so shapely. Your nipples are so big. I love fingering them and sucking them. You have beautiful breasts. You have breasts just like Mom's big tits." After a while, seeing hands reaching for her big breasts in the darkened living room while watching a movie, she didn't know nor did she even care if it was Jim, Mark, Charlie, or Jeff's hands feeling and fondling her breasts while fingering her nipples. She'd just close her eyes and disappear to a safe place within herself. After a while, unless they were trying to undress her or if she was on her knees sucking her brothers' cocks, she learned to ignore their groping. Groping her breasts or feeling her ass were the least of her worries. Not blaming her father, her brothers, or even her sons for the way they brutalized her, curiously and tellingly, she blamed herself for all of the physically, emotionally, and sexually abuse that happened to her. Without doubt, it was her fault for putting herself in harm's way by being alone with them and for trusting them not to sexually violate her. Without doubt, needing to take herself out of that type of abusive situation, it was obvious to her that her father and/or brothers weren't able to control themselves when around her. Only, she didn't have a job and/or any money to live anywhere else. Able to see more clearly now that she was older, sexually wiser, and enlightened in the animalistic ways of men, especially when they're drunk and/or horny, she couldn't wait to find someone to rescue her, to save her, and to protect her from harm. From the time she turned 18-years-old, always blaming herself for the horror that befell her, she truly believed that it was her fault that men wanted her, desired her, lusted over her, and sexually abused her. It was her fault for wanting to look pretty and/or sexy for men. A double edge sword, she wanted to look pretty and sexy to attract a boyfriend who would hopefully become her husband but all she accomplished was attracting were her father and brothers' sexual interests and forbidden desires. With her having as much control being born a woman as she did in seemingly and unwittingly teasing and enticing her father and brothers, in convolutedly following that line of reasoning, it was her fault for being born a woman. Hiding herself within her mind, she pretended that the sexual abuse wasn't really happening to her but was something that she imagined happening. No longer able to fight them, not wanting to be beaten and/or even slapped again, she'd rather allow her father, her brothers, and later her sons to have their wicked, sexual way with her body than to fight them and to resist them. All the while when they touched her, felt her, forced her to touch them, and did dirty, nasty, incestuous, sexual things to her, she disappeared within herself. She hated herself. Unable to protect herself by fighting them off, she hated that she was a weak woman. She hated having big tits. She hated being forced to fuck her father and having to suck her brothers. She wished she had her mother there to protect her from them but her mother was as much of a victim then as she is now. Not fair that she had to endure such horror, she wished she had never been born. "You're going to sleep with me in my room tonight Kathy," said her father taking her by her hand and practically dragging her in his bedroom and closing the door behind her. Then, the next morning, with them knowing that she had sex with their father, her brothers would barge in the bathroom while she was showering. Sometimes they'd strip themselves naked and take a shower with her. Most times, they were content watching her showering while stroking themselves. Then, when she finished washing herself, they'd have her sit on the toilet and force her to blow them, one after another, after another, until she sucked all four of her brothers. With loving sister lost in the definition and not even part of the family equation, she was as much their sexual slave as she was their sexual prisoner. To them, to those who should love and respect her, putting all of the blame on her, she was nothing but a whore. "Suck my cock Kathy," said Jim, Mark, Charlie, and Jeff. Just going through the motions, after a while she lost track of who she sucked and how she didn't. "Suck it. Suck it. I need to cum in your mouth before I go to work." No matter whose prick was in her mouth, it was all the same to her. If she had read this level of incestuous, sexual abuse in a book, she never would have believed it. Instead of fighting them and instead of screaming, she just wanted to get them off, allow them to cum in her mouth, and swallow for them to leave. With it so easy to imagine how better her life could be, she couldn't imagine her life being any worse than this. Already defeated and no longer strong, she couldn't fight anymore. The instinct to fight was beaten out of her. Seemingly, now, with her able to disappear within herself, it was easier to allow them to do whatever they wanted to her body than to resist. After being so violated so very many times, she barely had the will enough to live but something within her made her continue to endure and survive. Inherently a strong woman, seemingly stronger than her mother had been, if she was anything, she was a survivor. Only, she never imagined that incest would be her cross to bear and her shame to conceal. Thinking that she had a happy childhood, she had no idea what was happening to her now had happened to her mother before. Something she wished she never had and was always trying to hide, her claim to fame and the two things that got her into trouble and that attracted all of the men's attention were her huge, double D breasts and her big, impossible to hide, erect nipples. As if they were flashing neon lights, whenever men saw the impressions her nipples made through her bra and her blouse or through her nightgown and her bathrobe, they thought she was horny. They thought she wanted them. She didn't have to be cold for her nipples to push through her clothes. They were just always there. Other than putting tape on them and keeping her arms folded across them, she didn't know what else to do to conceal her nipples from the ogling eyes of men. No matter where she went, to the supermarket, the bank, the laundromat, the gas station, the hardware store, or even to the Post Office, she hated the negative attention her enormous breasts always got her. Men were always making comments, staring, leering, and/or ogling her and her big tits. She always tried to downplay the size of her huge boobs by wearing oversized clothes and/or by folding her arms across them whenever out in public. She hated the looks and the stares she got as much as she hated the whistles, the leers, and the unwanted attention. Not understanding their sexual attraction and their admiration of her super, large breasts, one would think that men never saw a big breasted woman before. Sadly and not something that she needed to feel when taking in consideration her abusive, sexual background, men had a way of making her feel like something that she wasn't. Just because she had big boobs, they made her feel like a slut. Just because she had bigger tits than most women, they made her feel like a whore. By just the way they looked at her, undressing her with their eyes, they made her feel like a porn star. Just by the way they ogled her, especially when their lips involuntarily moved in the shape of a goldfish looking for food or as if they were sucking on something, they made her feel as if her breasts were exposed in public. She felt violated by their leers, their stares, their comments, and their catcalls. Even if she had just showered, she felt dirty. God forbid she should wear a low cut blouse or a tight shirt. God forbid she should be proud of her breasts instead of feeling ashamed of them enough to constantly hide them. While in search of a man, a boyfriend, and/or a husband, God forbid she should attract any more unwanted attention to herself by looking pretty and/or dressing sexy. Sadly, as if she was a modern day version of a redheaded Cinderella, forced to sexually care for her father, for her brothers, and domestically care for the house, other than to run all of the errands, she never went out to have any fun. After her mother suddenly and unexpectedly died, raised in a household of foul, offensive, abusive, and drunken men, she was the sole woman against an onslaught of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse from her father and four, much older brothers. With her having suffered the loss of her mother so young, one would think that her father and brothers would treat her like their beautiful princess instead of their incestuous whore. Having learned to obey and conform early in life, her fear of men was justified. She was made to learn that because she's a woman, she's nothing and because they're men, they're everything she's not and wishes she was. Free to do whatever they want and whenever they want to do it, she doesn't have that level of freedom. Remaining cloistered in her house except to run their errands, as if she's on house arrest for committing a crime against society, if she was guilty of any crime, she was guilty of having incestuous sex with her father, her brothers, and later her sons. In the way her mother was before her, her only crime was being born beautiful, sexy, and shapely. Her only crime was something she had no control over, sexually attracting men to want to touch her, feel her, kiss her, and have sex with her. With her having a strong willed father, four demanding brothers, and later, two spoiled sons, she cooked, cleaned, did their laundry, catered to them, and ran all of the errands. All she received in return was them groping her and even forcing themselves on her whenever they were drunk and/or horny and alone with her. Ashamedly, when she wasn't forced to have sexual intercourse with her father, not taking no for an answer, unbelievably, she was forced to suck her brothers while they stripped her topless and fondled her huge breasts and fingered her big nipples. Just as her brothers enjoyed feeling, fondling, and sucking her big tits, her sons loved it when she stroked and sucked their cocks while they fondled and sucked her big breasts too. Whether they were her brothers or her sons, they all loved cumming in her mouth and not letting go of the back of her head until she swallowed their cum. Whenever she happened to pull away before they ejaculated themselves in her mouth, cumming all over her face, her hair, and her breasts, they enjoyed giving her a cum bath. With her the target of their sexual lust and incestuous, sexual abuse, her brothers, her father, and now even her sons were all incestuous degenerates. Oddly, enough, just as her father preferred having sexual intercourse with his daughter, her brothers and her sons preferred having their sister and their mother give them blowjobs while they fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples. Yet, not that she wanted them to give her a reciprocate orgasm and glad that they didn't, none of them addressed her sexual needs. Any of them giving her a reciprocate orgasm would be just as nasty as her fucking her father and/or sucking her brothers and sons and she was glad they didn't. She couldn't imagine herself taking any sexual pleasure in having sex with her father, her brothers, and/or her sons. Her having an orgasm would prevent her from disappearing within herself. Her having an orgasm would show that she seemingly enjoyed the incestuous sex. With her father sneaking up behind her and just lifting her nightgown, he'd quickly pull down her panties and bend her over a table, the sink, or the couch. Essentially raping her, he never bothered to even get her wet, not that she could get wet with him sticking his cock in her, his daughter and his own blood. With her brothers just like her sons, mostly concentrating on her experienced mouth and her big tits, not one of her brothers or sons ever touched her and/or fingered her down there, not that she even wanted them to do that. As if she was a woman back in the middle ages, with men looking upon her as just a sex object, she felt so used, so abused, and so unappreciated. They made her not only hate men but also hate sex. With none of them reciprocating the sexual pleasure, none of them rubbed her clit or licked her pussy to give her any sexual pleasure, not that she could get any sexual pleasure from them forcing themselves on her. The only sexual pleasure she had was masturbating when she was finally alone and safe from them raping her and forcing her to fuck or suck them. Even though she preferred that they didn't, none of them cared enough about her to give her what she wanted and needed, an orgasm. It was as if she didn't exist as a woman but was just a collection of female body parts, hands, a mouth, and pussy for their personal, sexual pleasure. Incest is not right. Incest is just nasty. Forcing a daughter, a sister, or a mother for sex is wrong. No daughter should be physically, emotionally, and sexually abused by her father. No sister should be physically, emotionally, and sexually abused by her brothers. No mother should be forced to suck her sons while they have their wicked, sexual way with her breasts and nipples. What's wrong with these men to think that it's okay to treat her in such a deplorably and sexually abusive way? How could they do things so monstrous to her when she treats them with kindness and respect while waiting on them hand and foot? She needed to get the Hell out of there. She needed to flee. She needed to find someplace safe but with her not having a job, other than taking care of the five men in her life and their house, she had no place to go. Doomed to continue the cycle of sexual abuse, she had no money to live on her own. The organizations they had for battered and abused women weren't good enough to keep her safe from her father nor her brothers. If ever she left, they'd find her, they'd beat her, and they'd force her to return. If she refused to return, they'd kill her, and in the way they did with her mother's suspicious death, they'd blame her untimely demise on suicide. Seemingly, she felt that no one could protect her. Seemingly and for good reason, she felt that her life was hopeless. Wishing for her fairytale, her prince charming, and living in her own house, all she wanted was to live happily ever after. All she wanted was not to be physically, emotionally, and sexually abused. She couldn't wait to find someone to love and someone who could protect her from her father and brothers. She yearned for the day when a man loved her, protected her, and took care of her. She couldn't wait to find the man who'd treat her with as much kindness, respect, and love as she'd show him. A dream she dreamt every night, she couldn't wait to find the one true love of her life and to marry the one she loved. She couldn't wait to freely give herself instead of being forced to have sex with her father and with her brothers. She couldn't wait to have children of her own and to give them the childhood and the loving upbringing that she never had. Yet, somethings never change. Somethings always remain the same. What she had and hated in her single life, she now had and hated in her married life. Is there no end to how badly men treat the woman they supposedly love? Is there no man who will show her the kindness, respect, and love that she shows them or are all men the same? Are all men bastards and sadistic animals who are possessed by the Devil when it comes to sex? MAD Women-Modern Angry Divas Ch. 02 It was impossibly difficult for her to break the cycle of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse when that's all she's been accustomed to receiving from men. Other than how men treat women on television and in movies, she didn't know any better. Unfortunately, as if cursed to repeat what happened to her with her father and with her brothers, she traded one household of misery for another family of horror with her husband and sons. Now married to a drunk, a liar, and a cheat, in the way her brothers once did, her two sons grope her whenever her husband was passed out drunk on the couch. Not taking no for an answer, now her two sons force her to suck them in the same way her brothers forced her to suck them. Feeling her huge breasts while undressing her, in the way her four brothers used to do, her sons force her to stroke them before sucking them. In the way that her brothers ejaculated their cum in her mouth, so doesn't her sons ejaculate their cum in her mouth too. Only and seemingly, the sexual abuse is far worse with her sons than it ever was with her father and brothers. She was able to tolerate her father raping her and her brothers forcing her to blow them but she thought she had broken the cycle of abuse with her sons. The first time her sons touched her and forced her to touch them, she was devastated by their immoral, indecent, and incestuous behavior toward her, their own mother, and by their comments, towards all women. She doesn't have the confidence to protect herself nor the sense of self to tell them to stop. With her having no privacy, in the way her brothers did before them, her sons barged in her bedroom when she's dressing and undressing or burst in her bathroom when she's showering. In the same way that all men do, they ogle her nearly naked or naked body. Touching her and feeling her, they force her to do dirty, nasty, and incestuous things that a son should never force his mother to do. Rather than putting them in their place by telling them to stop and that seeing her naked and touching her naked body is inappropriate behavior, she gives them the use of her body while she travels somewhere else in her mind. Accustomed to disappearing within herself, her mind is the only safe haven she has. She's broken from being used and abused by the seven men who supposedly love her and should keep her safe from harm, even from them, especially from them. She's unable to fight anymore. She's unable to resist anymore. Fearing that her sons would beat her in the way that her father and brothers used to do, it's easier to give them what they want. It's easier for her to remove herself from the horrific situation by disappearing within herself. Accustomed to disappearing within herself, it's easier for her to go along with them than to fight them. It's easier for her just to submit and endure than to buck something that she believes will never change and that will always be the same. It's easier to stay calm and wait until they go to work, to school, or to sleep when the physical, emotional, and sexual abuse is over until the next day when it starts all over again. * * * * * "Mom, wait. Don't put on your bra yet, I want to feel your tits. I want to suck your nipples," said her 22-year-old son, Jason, entering her bedroom just as she removed her nightgown. He barged in her bedroom with his 20-year-old brother behind him just as she was standing there topless. She stood before them with her breasts exposed. Dressed in only her panties, she made no move to conceal her breasts from her sons with her hands or her forearms. With both of her sons having seen her topless and/or naked plenty of times before, no longer embarrassed by them seeing her topless now, she no longer had any shame or modesty. She felt nothing but emptiness. She felt like the used up whore that her father and brothers made her feel that she was and how they must have made her mother feel the same way. Now, being that some things remain the same and some things never changed, she wondered if her mother's father and brothers had set the stage by sexually abusing her too. A lifetime of sexual abuse, women are helplessly powerless in defending themselves from the sexual onslaught of men. Seemingly, it was better to give them what they want than to resist them and fight them. Jason moved closer to his mother to feel her naked breasts while fingering her nipples. He kissed her, French kissed her, before leaning his head down to take her big nipples in his mouth. Sucking one, he moved his head to suck the other, while Tommy pulled his cock out of his pajama bottom to expose his prick to his mother. "Feel how hard my cock is for you, Mother," said her other son, Tommy. Obediently, Kathy stared down at her son's engorged prick before wrapping her fingers around his hard dick while Jason removed his cock from his pajamas too. "Suck me, Mom. Suck me," said Jason forcing her to her knees while he played with her breast and fingered her nipple. Disappearing someplace safe in her head as soon as her son put his hand to the back of her head and as soon as she took his prick in her mouth, Kathy sucked Jason's cock. "Stroke me, Mom. Stroke me," said Tommy while playing with her other breast and nipple. Kathy stroked Tommy while continuing to suck Jason as both of her sons played with her tits and fingered her nipples. Enamored with her breasts in the way that all men have been all of her life, they pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples while she sucked one son and stroked the other son. Then, as soon as Jason ejaculated his cum in his mother's mouth and she swallowed, she took Tommy in her mouth and sucked him too. Now that they were temporarily sexually sated and she was done with her sexual abuse, she could on about the rest of her day as if nothing happened. * * * * * An attractive woman who put on a few pounds, her psychological way to make herself appear less attractive to men, only her weight gain didn't work. Unfortunately, for her to ruin her good looks, she'd have to gain much more weight than she's gained. She tried not fixing her hair. She tried not wearing makeup. She even tried not taking regular baths and showers but nothing seemed to help dissuading men from staring at her, groping her, and wanting to have sex with her. Sadly, her weight gain worked against her. Instead of making herself appear less attractive, her added weight made her more attractive. Surprisingly, even more curvaceous now than she was before, she gained all of her weight in the right places. Besides, moreover and unfortunately, she still had those enormous breasts and her beautiful face. What attracted her more to men than her red hair, her big blue eyes, her freckles, and her big tits, was her pretty face. At 5'8" tall, even though she weighed 180 pounds, with a body reminiscent of a much taller Mae West, Coco Austin, Nicki Minaj, and/or Kim Kardashian, she could have been Christina Hendricks' older sister, who played Joan Harris on Madmen. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote.