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Ricky Jackson didn’t much like his life. His dad was an out of work drunk. His mom couldn’t seem to do anything about it and stayed with her husband because she had nowhere else to go. She cared for Ricky and tried to do as much for him as possible but his dad was such a loser that there was often no money for anything nice. The old man poured all the money he had down his throat in the form of gin.
Bob Jackson also liked to beat his wife. It would infuriate Ricky when this happened but he also felt helpless to do anything. He had never stood up to his dad about anything. Sometimes he would come home and find his mom crying with her face all puffy and red where the old man had smacked her. He wanted to confront his dad but his mom didn’t want Ricky to do anything drastic to make his dad leave so things just continued as they were.
Ricky got a job at the local video store just for some spending money. He was able to work nights and weekends but the pay was so low he rarely had any money left when the next paycheck rolled around.
Basically, Ricky’s life sucked.
The only thing he had going for him was that he knew his mom loved him. She would sometimes stash some money away and then treat him to a nice dinner or a small gift. When you don’t have much, the little things matter. He loved her for doing these things and they developed a very close relationship. They loved each other because it was all they had.
One day Ricky came home after work and found the downstairs empty. This was unusual because his dad could usually be found passed out in the recliner with the TV on. As he made his way upstairs to his room he was drawn to the light coming through the crack in the door to his parent’s room. He quietly approached and peered inside.
Ricky couldn’t believe what he saw. As he looked through the slightly open door he could see his parents in the act. His mom was totally naked on the bed on all fours with her ass pointed in the air. His dad was standing next to the bed with his pants at his ankles and his cock ramming in and out of his mom’s pussy. They were really going at it hard.
“I’m almost there, bitch. Take it all,” his dad groaned.
“Oh baby, I want more. Keep pumping me,” his mom pleaded.
His dad’s only response was to shove into his mom hard and groan. “Ah, shit… that feels great. Take it, baby!!!” With that he pulled his cock out of Ricky’s mom and started to cum all over her back. Ricky watched as his dad’s spunk splashed on her shoulders, her back and all over her ass. When he was finished cumming he fell forward on top of his wife and breathed a contented sigh.
“Please baby, I need you to finish me off,” Ricky’s mom pleaded. But his dad just rolled off her and replied, “That’s your problem, bitch. Do it yourself.” He got up off the bed, took off the rest of his clothes and got into bed. As his dad fell asleep Ricky watched as his mom reached between her legs and masturbated. It took some time but he saw her body begin to shake as she climaxed. By this time her husband was fast asleep and she lay down next to him and did likewise.
As Ricky retreated to his room he was very aroused. He couldn’t get the thought of his mom twiddling herself to an orgasm out of his mind. When he got to his room he couldn’t help but pull his own dick out and start stroking it. He thought of his mom’s beautiful pussy and soon was shooting cum into the air and down onto his stomach. It was one of the best orgasms he had ever had.
The next morning Ricky woke up and went into the bathroom to shower and get ready for school. As he passed his parents room he saw his Dad still sleeping. The asshole still had his pants at his ankles from when he was doing Ricky’s mom last night.
“Dickhead!” Ricky muttered to himself as he walked into the bathroom.
When he came downstairs his Mom was in the kitchen fixing breakfast.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?” she asked.
“Sure, Mom. Just like a baby.” Ricky replied. “How about you?”
“I had trouble getting to sleep. It was one of those nights.”
“Honey, I was thinking about you and me going out for dinner tonight. I could use the break from cooking and I don’t think your Dad is going to be around. What do you say?”
“Sure, Mom. That would be great. Are you sure we can afford it?”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve got some money stashed away just for an occasion like this.”
“OK. It’s a date. I’ve got swimming practice after school so I’ll be home around 6:30.”
“Great. I’ll plan on getting out of here around 7:00.
“I’ve gotta go, Mom. See you tonight.” Ricky said as he grabbed a donut and raced out the door.
Ricky couldn’t concentrate too much on his schoolwork all day. He kept daydreaming about what he saw in his parent’s room last night and the fact that he would have his mom all to himself tonight. Finally he finished up with swim practice, showered and headed home.
His mom met him at the door all ready to leave. She was dressed in a new outfit. A light blue blouse fit tightly and was unbuttoned showing a little cleavage. Since it was tight, the space between the buttons spread a little allowing Ricky to see the center of her black bra. The skirt was short and also tight. The hem was three inches above her knees and showed the beginning of the curve of her thigh.
“Wow! You look great, Mom.”
“Thanks, baby. I’m ready to so why don’t we get out of here,” she said.
“But I wanted to get a little more dressed up,” Ricky replied.
“You look just fine. Besides, we’re not really going anywhere fancy.”
Ricky put his book bag down and took the keys from her hand and headed for the car. He wanted to be a gentleman so he opened the passenger door for her. When she sat down he could see that her short skirt rode up her thighs as she spread her legs to get in the car. For a brief moment he could see the crotch of her pantyhose. As he shut the door and went around to the driver side he struggled to keep his growing member down. Luckily, when he got in his seat his Mom had arranged herself so that the skirt was just above the knees. Ricky was relieved and started the car and drove away.
They arrived at the restaurant, parked the car and walked to the front door. Ricky followed his Mom and had a good chance to check her out. Doris Jackson was a 48-year-old woman who had a tough life but kept herself up nicely. She was a little broad in the hips but Ricky found that exciting. Her long, thin legs were her best feature and Ricky thought she looked great when she wore hose like tonight. Her breasts weren’t the largest but were nicely rounded. Ricky had checked out her bra in the laundry once and knew she was a 34B. Her brunette hair was long and she kept it in a ponytail most of the time.
They had a nice dinner and Doris seemed to relax and enjoy herself. They finished about 9:30 and got back in the car.
“Do we have to go home right away?” Doris asked.
“I was kind of tired and I have an early swim practice in the morning,” Ricky replied.
“I was just hoping to stay out long enough for your father to go to be before we got home. It’s OK. We can just go home if you like.”
“Don’t worry about it, Mom. He’ll probably be passed out by the time we get there anyway.”
“OK,” she replied. “You’re probably right.”
They drove home and Ricky pulled the car into the driveway. Things seemed so nice to Ricky. He had a nice dinner with his mom and they were both relaxed and feeling good. He opened the door for her and helped her out of the car. They walked up to the door with her arm in his. As Ricky opened the door he heard a crash inside that sounded like a smashed glass. Ricky pushed the door open and peered inside. What he saw disgusted him.
His father was in the living room wearing only an oxford shirt and his socks. Ricky could tell he was really drunk because he was swaying as he stood. His dad pulled a ceramic box off a shelf of the bookcase, looked inside, cursed and threw the box on the floor breaking it.
“Shit,” he said. “Where the fuck does she keep it?”
When Doris heard the box break, she pushed past Ricky and entered the room. “What do you think you’re doing,” she asked her husband.
He turned around to face them. “Well, here’s the happy couple. Where have you two been and why are you looking like a slut?”
“Don’t you talk to me like that. Besides, you’ve got a lot of room to talk. You look like some homeless drunk standing there with your dick hanging out.”
“Fuck you! I’m trying to find your money stash. I need another bottle of gin.”
He turned around and grabbed another box from the shelf, looked inside and was ready to throw it down when Doris screamed.
“Don’t you fucking dare, you bastard.” She lunged for the box but her husband was too strong. He pushed her away with his free hand and she fell down on the couch.