Cheating mom fucked so hard loser son's participation trophy falls off bookshelf

[hornyprogrammer]

I'm interested in a story for which such an event would represent the climactic culmination

 

[CuteSlaveLisa]

But you can get another at Wally World for $0.99...

Love and Kisses

Lisa Ann

 

[Carnevil9]

Let's say it's a trophy for some sport with a sharp weapon, like a sword or a lance. As it falls of the shelf, it tumbles, and impales the cheating mom (or her lover) through the throat. The End.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

But you can get another at Wally World for $0.99...

Love and Kisses

Lisa Ann

When's the last time you shopped at Wally World? Now that they've driven all their competitors and their American manufacturers out of business, that 99 cent piece of Chinese crap is now 20 bucks.

 

[Hypoxia]

Let's say it's a trophy for some sport with a sharp weapon, like a sword or a lance. As it falls of the shelf, it tumbles, and impales the cheating mom (or her lover) through the throat. The End.

Luzer son works damn hard, endures many hardhips and much humiliation [insert unsettling sex with luzer coeds and ass-whippings by their smelly jock brothers] to win that trophy to impress Mom [because otherwise his life is worthless]. Then it falls and kills her -- just as he flunks out of school after finding he caught a nasty STD. [She was fucking one or more of those smelly jocks.] The TV trope is called Shoot the Shaggy Dog. Put Dad in there somewhere and post in LW.

 

[CuteSlaveLisa]

Not the same as OP but inspired by...

Patti had a field day chastising her husband Lee for all of his shortcomings. In her eyes he had many. The fucking wimp just took it. Apologizing for everything. Apologizing for shit she made up because his apologizing turned her stomach. Begging forgiveness for imagined offences. Saying he loved her. Begging her to give it another chance.

That fucking Boy Scout. How could he love her the way she shit on him.

Lee actually was a Boy Scout, he had been an Eagle Scout many years ago. Their house had framed medals and other momentos from that time. His leather haversack and hatchet were on top of the fancy bookcase/headboard on their bed. That would piss him off she thought.

She picked up his BSA hatchet in its beaded leather scabbard. Removing the hatchet she threw it back on the shelf and took the scabbard in hand. She untied the little knots one at a time stripping the colorful beads from the little pieces of leather in front of him. That did it he finally left the bedroom.

She called Clarence on the phone as Lee was leaving and asked him to come over and fuck her.

Lee was sitting by the pool talking to Sherri their landlady when Clarence arrived and walked up the stairs to the apartment. Patti let him in. Lee was on his second beer and listening to Sherri recounting the time she went on the Carnival Cruise when Clarence came running barefoot from the apartment leaving the door wide open. He stumbled down the stairs trying to get his jeans buttoned carrying and dropping his shirt and shoes.

As Sherri and Clarence slowly climbed the stairs to the apartment they heard Clarence peel out of the parking lot. They entered the living room; it looked fine. Then Sherri looked in the bedroom and screamed. Lee stepped to her. He stepped around her towards Patti.

"STOP, don't touch anything. We need to call the police," Sherri said.

The police came and took their statements and put an APB out on Clarence. They let Lee have a final look at Patti after the Coroner took pictures of her lying naked, face down on the bed. The sheets bunched under her. Her hands holding the sides of the bookcase/headboard. His pictures showed in great detail the hatchet, her skull, and the handprints on the sheets and nightstand.

***

Love and Kisses

Lisa Ann

 

[Hypoxia]

A hatchet probably wouldn't fall sharp-edge-down off the shelf at human-skull-splitting speed. Not without a humongous electromagnet under the pillow, strong enough to pull out Clarence's steel tooth fillings. (Cheap Soviet dentistry.) Did Lee rig that?

 

[CuteSlaveLisa]

...Soto in reality was a Boy Scout. He had been an Aguila, Eagle Scout, growing up in Monterrey. In fact the BSAdM sword with its beaded scabbard that he had made for his Bullfighting merit badge merit badge hung on the wall above the bed's bookshelf/ headboard combination. "That will really piss him off," Patti thought...

...The Police came and took thier statements and then put an APB out on Clarence. They let Soto have a final look at Patti after the Coroner finished taking his many photographs, and the Lab Techs thier forensic samples. The pictures showed Patti lying naked face down on thier bed, its sheets bunched up haphazzardly under her. Patti was gripping the uprights of the rickety bookcase/ headboard with both hands. Those pictures showed in great detail the sword, her back, and the handprints on the sheets and nightstand.

Once a Bullfighter, always a...

Love and Kisses

Lisa Ann

 

[gordo12]

I'm interested in a story for which such an event would represent the climactic culmination

But!

In what world does a loser kid fuck a woman so hard (mom or not)

The concept of a participation trophy says he doesn't try "hard"

Now an athletic kid fucking her so hard his MVP trophy falls off and...

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Back to the original idea:

I'm interested in a story for which such an event would represent the climactic culmination

I love it.

Such a loser son wouldn't be the product of non-loser parents, would he?

Perhaps dad was the non-athletic got his lunch money stolen on a daily basis type who eventually became an adult with a decent job thanks to a brain that could process math and science, while mom was somewhat plain (shy, introverted) who didn't realize all she needed was a bit more makeup, some attention to the hair, and a tighter dress to bring out the hotness.

(Hey, there's a reason cliches become cliches.)

"Participation trophy" -- don't ya just love it? Little junior - forced to play sports because his mommy and daddy know what a loser he's becoming and they hope and pray he'll at least be a mediocre athlete, but their expectations were way too high.

Enter ... Dad's rival at work. Just as things are becoming too stressful for Mom (since Dad's spending all that extra time trying to get that big promotion) she's particularly vulnerable to the other (experienced) guy's charms. Hell, he might have even offered to show junior how to throw a baseball -- though he had exactly zero fucks to give about junior's athletic future.

They were in Dad's home office which shared a wall with Junior's bedroom. Rival planned to download a ton of stuff from Dad's computer to steal his work and enhance his own chances for promotion -- but first he needed to fuck Mom good and hard and make her late to go pick up Junior from practice. So late she wouldn't even think to check to see if someone had unlocked the back door to let himself back in.

Mom's ass -- slamming against that common wall with each thrust -- items on the shelves rattling (though she wouldn't hear above her own moans and fake protests) -- one by one they would fall from the shelf. The Bible his grandparents gave Junior on the occasion of his first communion. The model sailing ship he and Dad built (falling masts down and breaking into a few dozen pieces), the divided container into which he'd separated hundreds of beads by color for a Boy Scout craft project ... the list goes on ... and with a final thrust as Mom cried out so loudly the neighbors might have heard were they not so elderly with hearing loss ... Junior's participation trophy. The trophy he would sometimes hold and pretend it had been awarded for winning a game, given to him for making the winning touchdown or hitting the winning home run.

As the participation trophy hit the floor, an arm broke off the figure atop the trophy. At the exact same time a few miles away, a bone in Junior's arm broke as he landed too hard on the sidewalk after being pushed/tripped by a couple of his bullies after all the other parents had left -- Something that wouldn't have happened if Mom hadn't been late picking him up from practice.

 

[Hypoxia]

...Then he is executed

That rather kills the eroticism, hey? Except for death freaks.

 

[Hypoxia]

I sense over-elaboration, and I really think the tale should play out as sardonic. What bleak irony! Sonny has gone through torment to win the trophy to please Mom, and it kills her as she fucks one of his tormentors. Investigators will conclude, "Shit happens."