My Mom Picked 3 Girls To Love Me
MOM FROM HELL RUNS SICK BABY-MAKING CONTEST – FORCES DISABLED SON INTO BEDROOM BREEDING RING WITH THREE GOLD-DIGGING BITCHES!
The bedroom reeked of cheap perfume, desperation, and the sour stink of lies.
Three young women – Mary, Lisa, and Gabby – stood there in barely-there outfits, eyes glittering like sharks circling fresh chum.
Their hearts pounded with greedy excitement while the poor bastard in the wheelchair sat frozen, face burning with humiliation.
Outside the door his own mother barked orders like a deranged drill sergeant, picking winners and losers in the most fucked-up reality show never aired on TV.
“Next it’s my turn… you’re staying too… no… great!
So Mary, Lisa, and Gabby – everyone else is free to go.
Goodbye, losers!
” This wasn’t matchmaking.
This was a goddamn human breeding farm run by a soulless witch who wanted grandchildren so bad she’d pimp out her own crippled son.
The air was thick with tension you could cut with a knife.
The girls’ heels clicked on the floor like countdown timers.
Mom’s voice sliced through: “Well, three of you are the favorites to win my son’s heart.
Uh, what is the next step?
” Her smile was pure venom.
“It’s simple.
I want grandchildren.
Wow.
Whoever gets pregnant from my son first will become his wife.
” The girls practically drooled.
“With such a handsome man it would be a pleasure.
” One stepped forward, voice dripping fake sweetness.
“Calm down, that’s not my son – he’s my boarding guard.
Austin, honey, come say hi to the girls.
” Austin rolled in, dread written all over his face.
The girls wasted no time.
“We’ll wait for you in the bedroom.
Who is coming to be first?
” One raised her hand like she was volunteering for a prize.
“Uh, me.
As long as he’s rich, I don’t care about a wheelchair.
So let’s make you a baby… not for me, for us.
” The poor kid tried to pump the brakes.
“Okay, I’m ready to change our baby’s diapers, breastfeed…” But Austin shut it down cold.
“Do you really want to talk about this now?
I just want you to understand the responsibility involved.
Let’s think about it a bit later, okay?
Get out of my room.
” The first girl pushed harder.
“Wait, no… I’m not sure if it makes sense for you to go in there.
I have a surprise prepared.
” Clothes hit the floor.
Applause and music swelled from the cheap speakers like some twisted porno soundtrack.
“Uh, stop… don’t you like it?
” Austin’s voice cracked with embarrassment.
“No, I… I mean, you’re very beautiful, but everything below my waist is out of order.
” The girl froze.
“Why then is your mother demanding all this?
” Austin sighed, shame burning his cheeks.
“Yes… um, she just doesn’t know that I can’t give her a grandchild.
” He tried to let her down easy.
“Maybe I can review after they’re old… listen, maybe better go.
” But the machine kept rolling.
Mom had it all planned like clockwork.
Costumes, timing, the whole sick production.
“Yeah, your phone… everything went like clockwork.
The costumes worked.
You can do it.
Good luck.
My son doesn’t like toying… oh well, in the other one right.
Coming in… sorry, sorry, I can’t.
” One after another they tried.
Each girl hit the same wall.
Austin’s body couldn’t deliver what his mother demanded.
The reek of rejection mixed with the heavy perfume until the whole house felt like a cheap motel room after last call.
Then the real gut-punch hit.
One girl broke down in tears.
“What’s wrong?
I don’t want to do this.
I don’t want to do this.
Sorry.
” Austin asked the hard question: “Why did you come to my mother’s competition then?
” Her voice cracked with raw fear.
“I didn’t have a choice.
I was threatened with deportation.
You know, getting married is the only way to get my documents… but I’m not ready to do all this.
” Austin didn’t hesitate.
“I admire you for staying true to your principles.
Don’t worry, I won’t force you to do anything.
You can go.
” That was fast.
The other two vultures smelled blood.
“H, it’s tough to go after us… oo girls, that’s it.
See you in 9 months.
” But the lies started piling up faster than dirty laundry.
Some girls showed up later claiming victory – fake bellies, smug smiles, the whole con.
Mom wasn’t stupid.
“I see some of you managed to get pregnant, but I don’t like lies.
Leave.
” One pushed back: “Leave?
My belly is real.
You can touch it.
” Mom’s eyes went ice-cold.
“I know.
I believe that you’re carrying a beautiful baby… but not my son’s.
What?
That’s not true.
Then how will you explain this?
Get out of my house.
You’re not worthy of my son.
By the way, you are fired too.
” The room cleared like rats fleeing a sinking ship.
Only one girl remained – the honest one who’d admitted the truth in the bedroom.
She stood there, hands shaking, eyes wide with relief and fear.
Mom finally spoke the truth that changed everything: “Um, okay… um, I’ll go.
I’ve failed your requirements.
So the truth is… my mother always knew that I couldn’t have children.
And you are the only one who didn’t try to deceive us.
I don’t know if our relationship will work out, but I promise I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’re not deported.
We will…” The air in that house finally shifted.
No more fake moans, no more forced breeding attempts, no more gold-digging bitches treating a disabled young man like a walking sperm bank on wheels.
Just raw honesty cutting through the stench of manipulation like a fresh breeze.
Picture the scene: Austin trapped in that chair, legs useless, pride shredded while his own mother auctioned off his future like cheap livestock.
The girls’ perfume still lingered – sweet and cloying, covering the rot underneath.
Their laughter rang hollow when the cash and citizenship dried up.
The mother?
A ruthless puppet master who didn’t give a damn about her son’s feelings, only the grandchildren she could parade like trophies.
She picked three favorites, sent the rest packing with a casual “goodbye losers,” and turned her house into a goddamn baby-making sweatshop.
The twist hit like a freight train.
All that pressure, all those bedroom “surprises,” all the fake pregnancies – and the only one who walked away with any dignity was the girl who refused to lie.
The one who admitted she was there under threat of deportation, not lust or greed.
Austin saw her clearly for the first time: scared, principled, trapped in her own nightmare.
While the others painted on bellies and spun fairy tales, she told the truth and earned something none of the others could buy – respect.
This wasn’t love.
This was a mother’s narcissistic obsession weaponized against her own flesh and blood.
A disabled son reduced to a breeding stud in a wheelchair.
Girls willing to spread their legs for a green card and a payday.
The whole competition reeked of human trafficking dressed up as “finding the perfect wife.
” The sounds still echo in your head – the cheap music thumping, the forced giggles, the awkward silences when Austin had to explain his body couldn’t perform on command.
The smell of desperation.
The cold sting of rejection.
The burning shame on a young man’s face while his mother barked orders from the hallway.
And the worst part?
Mom knew from the start he couldn’t have kids.
She ran the whole twisted contest anyway, putting her son through public humiliation just to weed out the liars.
That’s not tough love.
That’s psychological torture with a side of human trafficking.
Austin finally stood up – metaphorically – in that chair.
He chose honesty over the con.
He promised to fight deportation for the one girl who didn’t try to trick him.
No fake bellies.
No forced sex.
Just two damaged people looking at each other without the lies.
The other girls?
Scattered like cockroaches when the lights came on.
Fired.
Exposed.
Sent packing with their fake pregnancies and shattered schemes.
The mother’s empire of grandchildren collapsed in a heap of lies and cheap perfume.
This story should make your blood boil.
A mother pimping out her disabled son like a prize stallion.
Gold-diggers circling a wheelchair for money and papers.
A young man stripped of dignity in his own home while cheap music played like a porno soundtrack.
And one honest girl who refused to sell her body even when deportation loomed.
The war never ends when family turns into the enemy.
When parents use their kids as pawns.
When strangers see a vulnerable person as nothing but a ticket to easy street.
Austin and the honest girl might have a real shot now – no pressure, no lies, just whatever future they choose together.
The others?
They can rot in whatever gutter spits them out next.
