Message-ID: <37779asstr$1028848204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <nntp-bounce@supernews.net> X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: DiscipleN <thedisciplen@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <3D52C731.6080203@yahoo.com> User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Win98; en-US; rv:1.0.0) Gecko/20020530 X-Accept-Language: en-us, en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 08 Aug 2002 12:32:01 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} {REVIEW} 'Mom's Fuzzy Breasts' by the Split-DiscipleN Date: Thu, 8 Aug 2002 19:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail X-Is-Review: yes Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.d Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/37779> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates WARNING: prentending to write as the sour Uncle Mudge is way more fun than sweet Aunt Courage. So please apply filters against his brow-beating style. I've had some troubling dreams lately. All my relatives are living inside my liver, and I have to pee really bad, but they just drink up all the pee, and they swell up and fill my bladder, but I can't relieve myself of them. Instead, I tell them about incest and the kinds of porn that few people write these days, and my relatives take pity and crawl out of me, except for two who are having an argument. Aunt Courage and Uncle Mudge in 'Strap One Two' Now, my fincky husband, here's a story to sooth your pineal gland. It's called, 'Mom's Fuzzy Heart' by cmsix Mebbe and maybe not. I don't doubt the Lord and Master meant well, but the pickings out there for motherfucking tales must be pretty grim. Talk about slow! Where's the SLOW in the story codes? This is a looong, short story, but there's barely a hint of sex until the last quarter of the story. You're just impatient dear. The author spent a good deal of effort building the character's passions for each other. It was adeptly handled, and their dialog was snappy and lighthearted. The author spent a good deal of my life describing things that didn't matter. The first three paragraphs were about the least important thing, the father. Even the more interesting Grandpa doesn't really have a purpose to the story. Both of them, and their legacies could have been mentioned in one paragraph, bada-boom, on to the fucking! I thought the settings and events throughout the story were well chosen. We are invited into the future lover's world and watch how it shapes them. It's an important aspect that readers should never 'notice'. Fine, I might not have 'NOTICED' if the writer had actually read what he posted. The number of spell-checker correct typos within are mind boggling. The mother,{has C cup breast,} SINGULAR! Poor woman must have been a cancer victim - how erotic! I can think of other, silly mistakes that slipped the editing process, such as 'latter' instead of 'later', and enough comma splices to mend the World Trade Center. Don't even let me start on his use of punctuation! The author should have her/his semicolon license revoked. The author was clearly trying to work on his/her description, and apply richer sentence structures than ordinary raunch. I'm sure our host is filled with comraderie. He's at least filled with recognition. Who know's what state of grammer and punctuation our little conversation will be posted in? Dear, perhaps we should talk about the sex. Even you have to admit Mother and Son had a hot time on the couch that night. Thank God for sex! There I was, thinking that I was reading an escapee from the Romance Festival, with talk of pendendums and vulvas, when all of a sudden, {she grabbed one of my buttocks in each hand and pulled me into her with one long smooth motion.} and {"Fuck your Holly now Jimmy..., just fuck me.} Except that should have been 'mommy' and 'baby'. The author was using the erotic device of the characters pretending to not be mother and son. Their fucking even tossed us the impregnation bone, bless it dearly. The whole story is a sincere attempt at elevating the art of raunch without losing it's soul. I almost didn't lose my cum. Uncle Mudge's first law of raunch is, 'Either get to the fucking, or fuck with the reader until you do.' I don't believe in elevating raunch. It properly belongs in the sewer. Raising it to the gutter doesn't impress anyone. Fortunately, not everyone lives in your universe, honey. Let's hope cmsix continues to write. Conclusion: 2 gonads (out of 4). DN (SHAMELESS PLUG: Look for 'Semper Fi' by DiscipleN. Should be up in a day or two. It's my own attempt at loosening the raunch lable I enjoyed sticking on my own forehead.) -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+