The day started just like any normal day in my parent's home, but by the time evening came around, it suddenly felt like being stuck in a dream.
My name is Jessie, and I'm twenty-three years old. I'm 5'8" and I have an ample set of jutting breasts and a well proportioned ass. My hair is the same as my Mom's – red, though wavy. Much of my character I inherited from Dad's Irish side, while my physical qualities I got from Mom. This story that I'm about revealing to you is stuff I've had hidden inside my diary for a long while. I don't know how I came to forgot about my having written it when it happened even though the memory remains very fresh in my thoughts. I hope you will bear with me and believing that it's true ... and who knows, maybe such would happen to you too.
Like I said, the day started just like any normal day. It was the month of July – the middle of the summer holidays so I wasn't troubled at all about being away from my books. I'd gotten off college and that day my plan was to head down to the beach to catch some sun and some fun with my girlfriends and who knows, maybe catch the eyes of some staring boys ... like I said, who knows. That was supposed to be how I'd predicted the day was going to be like, though never would I have thought the day would end up how I'm about to tell it. I got home and noticed Dad's Mercedes in the driveway; there was another car – a custom-made SUV – behind his. I couldn't help but frown at this. I knew most of my Dad's friends and knew he didn't have any who drove an SUV.
I went into the house, called out his name and got an answer inside the den. He sat on the long sofa watching an episode of CSI: Miami at the same time nursing a Coors beer in his hand. Though the way he looked I doubt if he was actually concentrating on the TV. He had a weary, haggard appearance about him like that of an English sheepdog. I came over and sat next to him, holding his hand in mine.
"What's up, Dad?" I asked.
He seemed distracted while he looked at me. "Oh ... nothing much, Jessie. Thought you'd be off with your friend Linda to the beach by now?"
"I was going to, but I thought I'd stop by and drop some stuff off before heading over to her place. Hope that's alright?"
"Uh yeah ... yeah, sure ... of course. Of course."
He drank his beer and returned his eyes to the TV screen. Truly I could tell his mind wasn't there with me. I was about asking if everything was alright when I thought I heard a sudden bumping like kind of sound coming from above my head. I glanced around, my body tensed, thinking that maybe it was the start of an earthquake or something ... but my Dad made as if he hadn't heard anything; he went on sipping his beer and staring at the TV like nothing seemed amiss, like he wasn't hearing what I was. It sounded like that of a bed bumping against the wall, followed with someone crying out. The voice sounded very much like my Mom's. I rushed out of the den, heard my father call sharply for me to come back, but it wasn't until I got halfway up the staircase that my feet pulled me to a stop. My face must have looked silly with me standing there as right away I realised the sound and voice of my Mom actually meant. How stupid I must have felt when I should have recognised what my Mom's cries meant right away – that right there and then, in my parent's room, my Mom was getting banged up pretty good.
But if that was Mom getting fucked the she was, and Dad was in the den downing a beer ... then who was it then upstairs with Mom?
Uh-Oh!
I came down the stairs feeling like someone that's sleepwalking and returned to the den. My father had his hands over his face, crying. I sat beside him, for a moment unable to think up what to say. I was just as plastered with shock at what I already figured was going on. Eventually I did.
"Dad?" I said softly, a little afraid of what I really wanted to say. "Dad, what's going on with Mom upstairs?"
Then I saw something that I never in my whole life thought I would ever get to see, and to this day I pray nothing ever makes me see such again. My father broke down into tears. He came and knelt before me and held my hands. Tears sputtered from his eyes and he shook all over as if he had a fever. It was so hard for me to believe, I thought I was having a nightmare and I pinched myself to wake up but no such thing happened. I tried to console him, but it was no use. He went on crying in ways I'd never thought I would ever live to see my father cry at all, and it made me so very afraid.
"Oh Jessie ... Jess ..." he sputtered uncontrollably. He soon began to calm down, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed his eyes which now appeared red-rimmed from his crying. All the while the bumping sound mixed with my Mom yelling out what could only be an orgasm floated down to us.
"Dad, please, what's happening? What's really going on here?"
"Jess ... honey, I'm so sorry," he paused to wheeze into his hanky before continuing. "This was something I prayed I'd never expose you to. I hope you'll find the heart to forgive me later ... please, I hope you will. You see ... your Daddy did something very bad ... a bad, bad thing."
Then he went on and told me all the bad stuff he'd done and how the led to that day. My father unknown to me, had become something mother had always feared he would become – a degenerate gambler. Horse races and dog tracks usually were his favourites ... always ready to let it ride even when the juice got too high. For the past couple of months, unbeknownst to Mom, he'd realised how much in the red he was, and the fact that he owed some thuggish pimp called Morris Knight nearly fifty-five grand with interest. Morris as of last month had informed him of how badly he wanted his money, and if my father wasn't due with it yesterday that he was going to have to resort to some other measures to get his money back. Measures that were ... a bit more drastic than my Dad could accept, which he had no choice but to. It was useless involving the police – Morris had warned him that that would only make matters worse for him and his family ... especially for his daughter, me.
He told me that he'd confessed to Mom late last night about everything. Had as well told her about the other means with which Morris had told him he could use to clear his debt – that his wife, my Mom, was to become his sex slave. He once again broke into tears when he was done telling me everything, apologising while he did.
What was I to say in such circumstances? How was I to even react to all what my father had just confessed to me? At that moment, if I recall correctly, I felt like I was walking through space ... like I was in some type of suspended animation, if you know what I mean, and still a part of my head kept telling me that this was nothing more than a dream. Some weird, crazed dream I'd had nuzzling in my unconsciousness all this while.
If only.
I did what I figured any girl could do – I got mad. Not at my father, no. At whoever the bastard was that was fucking the shit out of my Mom right then. I got up headed up the stairs. This time Dad didn't bother trying to stop me; in the state he was, I doubt if he even could have.
The bed in my parent's room was still making steady bumps against the wall and I could hear my Mom holler out as I trooped up the stairs. I as well heard snatches of the man my Dad had called Morris cursing my Mom, calling her a slut ... telling her to shut the fuck up and go on and take his big dick! The nerve of this guy – I just couldn't believe my ears even when I brought myself to the door, listening up close to my Mom's panting cries and deep-sounding grunts.
"Oh God! ... Ohh ... Ohh God ... Uhh ... Uhh, yeah ... please, I ... STOP!"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" a gruff voice snapped at her, interspersed with my Mom's cries. My ears caught what sounded like a smack, and then my Mom yelped like a cat. "Yeah, you love it! Go on, say that you don't love it! Better say it, bitch!"
My Mom then replied to the shock of my ears: "Uhhgh ... yes! Yes, I love it! Oh God ...!"
From the way she was grunting, I could tell she really was enjoying what was happening to her ... and surprisingly so also was I. Standing there by the door, listening in on the yelping sounds of my mother getting joyously fucked, coupled with the sound of the groaning bedsprings ... I couldn't help myself from not feeling aroused by it. I delved a hand into my jeans shorts and felt my crotch and true enough the evidence was there for me to perceive – my panties was wet.
I don't know if what happened next happened because I made it so, or if it was done by the circumstances that had somehow propelled a man called Morris into my folk's life, but the next thing I knew the door came open and I stumbled into the room.
A black man's bulky frame, Morris no doubt, was at that moment on top of my Mom and even as they turned towards my direction his ass still didn't let up from the pounding he was giving her. My Mom's eyes locked with mine and what I saw written in her eyes was a mixture of shame, disgust ... at the same time shocking surprise. I looked around the room and noticed then that they were others in the room besides the two of them. Three other black men, tall and built with solid muscles and as well naked, surprised by my intrusion approached me. I tried fending them off as two of them grabbed my arms and pulled me up to my feet. My father stepped into the room and told the men to leave me alone. While we stood there scrambling and fussing, Morris left my Mom and approached us.
"The fuck is this junior slut, Andy?" he spoke harshly to my father.
Dad answered him meekly. "This is Jessie, my daughter."
Morris switched his gaze to me and gave me what I felt was a definitive look-over. He stood over six feet, broad and very thick-set. His eyes were very penetrating and I was afraid to make eye contact with him. Instead I looked down and for no other reason my eyes fell on his cock and widened when I took in his size, along with the copious stain of white cum that could only have come from him fucking my Mom's pussy. That turned out to be a big mistake for me, as Morris took notice of my looking at his manhood and right away read what was hidden inside my head.
