Beaten up & raped daily – 1

I’m from a quaint little town in Italy where the family culture is well… a little different.

Don’t let the title fool you. It’s not a crazy town in some fantasy world where women get fucked in the streets randomly. Everyone lives pretty normally except, the patriarchy rules. Men go to work. Women stay at home. Men watch TV and drink. Women buy groceries, cook dinner, clean the house.

Women have all the legal rights everyone in Italy does, but social norms are different. Hitting a woman is a pretty common sight in public. Domestic violence is not frowned upon. A man forcing his wife to have sex against her will is a story of every household – not a hidden secret. A father spanking (and often fingering) his daughter for misbehaving does not necessitate a police complaint. The local police won’t even care if they get called for something like this. Of course now if a stranger did something like this, it would be a scandal. But not if it’s a male family member, and not if he had a good enough reason to.

The essence is – while everyone physically was living in the 21st century, the values were still traditional.

Let me introduce myself. I am 28 years old – an average built Italian woman with rather large boobs. 38DD, if you’re wondering. I am married to a 42 year old businessman, with who I have an 8 year old son. His wife had died a decade ago, leaving him with a son, who was now 17 and lived with us. He’s in high school, he’s 6’1 and has a swimmer’s build.

As I’ve said before, our lives were very normal. Or at least they seem that way to me. When I made some friends online and shared my day with them, they were horrified to learn what I went through. I couldn’t really understand why – this was the same story of everyone I had known all my life.

Here’s an example –

A week ago, in the afternoon, I had invited a few of my friends for coffee. My stepson came in, saw us, and scolded me in front of them for being loud. We all immediately quieted down. Then he asked me to make him and espresso and bring it up to his room. Maybe during the conversation I forgot to do so. 10 minutes later my friend reminded me, so I got up to make it now, but my stepson had already come downstairs again. He slapped me really hard across the face, and said nothing except “Faster.”
My friends and I didn’t even think of it as a big deal. I apologized and made it quick. He took a sip and spat it out on my face.
“I take it with sugar, pigeon brain,” was all he said, before he began smacking my face left and right. I begged him to forgive me. He then left. My friends and I got back to our conversation.

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One of my online friends asked me “Do you think you deserved to get slapped by a young boy who is basically my son, that too for such a small reason?”
I don’t think that I or other women “deserve” to be punished for small reasons. Because its not about deserving. With that logic no one deserves to be murdered either. But that’s their destiny. And this is mine. And I don’t want to leave my family over this – firstly, it’s really not such a big deal to me since I grew up with this culture, and secondly, I love my family way too much to create any trouble for them.

Another friend asked me this, “So what are you gonna tell me next, that your son fucks you as well? You’re everyone’s whore?”
Well, no, not exactly. He doesn’t have any business fucking his father’s wife. That’s plain absurd, even to ask for. No son just walks up to his stepmother and asks to fuck (except I think in American pornos).
But yes, there have been instances where my stepson has forced me into sex with him, but that’s just the kind of ‘domestic violence’ I was talking about. It’s only the natural next step to take, when he’s more than just annoyed with me – he is angry.

Take this for an example –

Maybe a couple months ago, 3 of my stepson’s friends were over, and all the boys were drinking. As a well-meaning mother, I stepped in and told them to stop drinking or I’ll tell my husband. My stepson stood up tall in my face and pulled me out of the room they were hanging out in, locking me out. I still kept threatening – which didn’t work. I then explained why alcohol was bad – through the gate. He was probably hoping I’d take the hint and leave them alone, but I suppose I drove him frustrated because my mouth literally wasn’t shutting up. After a minute or two, he opened the door and began shoving his large fingers in my mouth to make me shut up. His next move was to push me down and shove his 8 incher in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and fucked my face like there was no tomorrow. “You’re such a snitch, you just can’t stand to see me have fun.”

Another question I got on this was – did his friends fuck you too? The answer is simple again – that would be absurd. His friends did not pay any attention to me and my stepson. They had come to get shit faced and they did. You know how boys are, though, right? Their bro code protects two categories of people – family members and romantic partners.
Since I was his mom, only he could unleash his fury on me – not his friends. They had their own moms and sisters. But again, having the kind of culture we have, they are pretty accustomed to this kind of public behavior. So there was no perverted staring either. It was more like, “Eh, this bitch was talking back to her son, so she had this coming.” Needless to say, their moms go through the same routine that I do, yet, they enjoy watching the leader of their group to get some easy pussy simply because he was mad. They don’t get aroused by it, but they don’t go ballistic either. They did not ever jerk off while watching me – because that would be impolite (jerking off your friend’s mother). My son wrapped it up in half and hour and let me go with a warning.

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It’s not just my step son who does what he does. My husband, obviously, is another, and most of my brothers too – especially my youngest one (he’s 21). Since the violence against women is so deep seated, no one even cares anymore. When my brother had come for dinner, I made a joke about him. He bashed me all over and raped me on the dining room floor. Neither my husband nor my sons stepped up in my defense. They just let me get fucked.

I feel men tend to be less bothersome after they get married, because their wives take most of the blow. Besides these, I am a very honorable woman who won’t sleep around and/or cheat. But I keep up with the culture and take it all in stride because those are the norms.

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Anyway, I think this is part one for now. Any ideas? Please like, share, and definitely come back here.

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