The doorbell rang; it was late, gone midnight. I was asleep and my mum was too. Mum had gone to bed early as she was not well. I had given her some sleeping pills and that always made her dead to the world.
I turned over in my bed and hoped whoever it was would consider the time and go away.
It rang again, shit! I threw off the bedsheet and put on a nighty. I was naked, always slept that way. I rubbed my eyes as I made my way to the front door. Mum and I live alone in a two-bedroom bungalow. I was just a few steps from the front door and the thumping started again; Bang! Bang! Bang!
I shouted out, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
I looked through the peeping glass and saw it was our neighbour -- Shaun. Mum and Shaun were fuck buddies, I suppose you could call it that, nothing more. I undid all the security bolts and opened the door slightly, I said, "She's asleep, go away."
He shouted, "Fuck off bitch," and pushed the door, it flew open; I almost got knocked over as he bundled in. He shouted out, "Where is she, come on where is she?"
Shaun had been fucking my mum for three months. He was drunk again; the prick! He slammed the door shut behind him and come up close to my face and shouted, "Well... where is that slut of a mother of yours?" I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
As I said, Shaun was our neighbour; he's forty-seven and a fat white hairy bastard. I didn't know what mum saw in him and still was not sure why she puts up with him.
My mum is a Jamaican lady; she married a white man - my father. My father died several years ago on duty in a war zone abroad.
Hence I am of mixed race and my skin tone is much fairer than my mums. But I do have the typical black curly hair, shoulder-length. I'm twenty-one years old, a student, and my name is Bea. My body is what people call athletic in build.
I hated Shaun; he was never respectful to my mum or me. As far as I was concerned he was an ugly rude bastard.
He shouted again in his drunken manner, "I'm supposed to see her tonight... you know... for a fuck."
He was so crude, I placed a hand to his chest and I pushed him away slightly, did not want to smell the alcohol on his breath. He said as he grabbed my arm, "Don't push me you cow!"
I paid little attention to what he had to say, I knew I would not be able to push him out of the house. So I went to the door and opened it and said, "Please leave, mum's asleep, she's not well."
He came to the door and slammed it shut, the noise was so loud it made me shudder and my eyes closed. I stepped away from the door and said, "Didn't you hear me! She's not well, she's not up and she can't fuck you! So you can just go fuck yourself."
I mentioned, I didn't know what mum saw in Shaun, but I think I did. It was not for his physique, definitely not that, he's a fat slob. It was not for his manners, nor his looks, as I said Shaun's an ugly bastard. It was not for the way he treated her, he was never kind. He never brought her flowers; he never took her out to dinner or the cinema or anywhere.
There was one reason and one reason only, that was his cock! He had a whopper of a cock. I had seen it on numerous occasions, but only when it was flaccid. He was not a shy guy, mainly because he was usually drunk and did not care. He would never cover himself up when he went to the bathroom, before or after he fucked mum. I'd seen him walk from room to room naked; his cock slapped each thigh like a pendulum, as I sat in the front room and watched the telly.
It was big flaccid, I could only imagine how big it got when it was fully rampant. I knew my mum was no saint; she'd had other men in her bed before Shaun. But I'd never heard her groan and moan as much as when she was being fucked by Shaun; well he must be a big brute. His balls were massive, like two ripe plums that hung down.
He pushed me aside as if I were nothing; he stomped to mum's bedroom and flung open the door. He turned the light on and shouted, "Hey bitch wake up, daddy's here!"
I had stepped to behind him and looked over his shoulder, and I said, "She's asleep, you won't wake her. And I told you she's not well you fuckin idiot."
He still went over and shook her by the shoulder, he said, "Wake up bitch, big boy needs a cunt," there was not going to be a response, I knew that.
He shook her again... and again nothing. He turned around and again pushed me aside, he walked back into the front room. I turned off the light and closed the door. I watched him as he scratched his head, he said, "Fuck, fuckin' bitch." He scratched his crotch.
He grabbed his cock through his jeans and yanked it a few times. He mumbled under his breath as his head looked to the floor and moved from side to side, "Need a fuck, shit!"
He then looked at me and said, "You're no virgin! Are yeah?"
I looked at him and said, "Piss off you wanker, you're not coming near me."
But he did, he stepped closer and looked me straight in the eye, face to face, he said, "Come on you little prick tease let me show you a good time."
I again placed both my hands on his chest and pushed him away, I said, "I already told you, go fuck yourself, you despicable wanker."
He could probably see I had nothing on under my nighty; it was sort of thin and see-through. I had my arms folded as he came up to me and pulled them apart. He grabbed the nighty at the neck, I tried to walk away and it ripped apart.
I slapped his face and said, "You bastard, what the hell do you think you're doing, fuck off!"
I grabbed the torn nighty and wrapped myself. He ripped his shirt off and kicked off his shoes, he began to take off his jeans. I ran into my room and closed the door. I had no lock on it; I just leaned against it with my back to it.
I wasn't really frightened, but a bit shocked. He came and banged on the door. He pushed it and it did open an inch or so, but then shut with my weight behind it. He banged harder, he banged louder, and he pushed harder and shouted, "You're not getting away. I'll break this fuckin' door if you don't let me in you fuckin' bitch!"
