It was December 26th 1993 when my father walked out the door and never came back. I was 13.
I remember he came into my room acting weird wanting to talk. I was listening to my new CD Walkman and the Pearl Jam album he got me for Christmas the day before. He told me he loved me and he'd see me when he got back from bowling.
He walked down the street to catch a ride with my uncle Jake.
The way the story is told a guy started hassling my father and my uncle because his wife was making eyes at them. Words were said, the jerk and my father were separated and the jerk was kicked out.
When the league was over dad and uncle Jake had a beer at the bar then made their way to Jake's truck.
The guy from earlier walked up and shot my father in the chest twice and my uncle in the right arm and leg. My father succumbed to his wounds and my uncle spent weeks in the hospital. The perpetrator has never been identified or caught. That was six years ago.
In those six years I became a young man. I spent a lot of time in trouble, in the office at school and a few times at the county jail. Once I found out about pussy, sports and school became a secondary thing.
In those six years my mother had only been on a few dates. She is still a beautiful woman and only forty years old but I can be a son of a bitch and tan off a couple of her prospects.
Mom and I had always had a loving relationship. Even more than she knew. I still jerked off with her panties and felt her up any time I could. Mom is five foot nine, pale complexion, brunette, about one hundred fifty pounds with a large round ass and 38 DD breasts. Enough to get teenagers hard everywhere.
I came home early on Friday night through the alley and back door. It was 10pm but not my usual midnight. I walked through the kitchen and heard something from the den. I made the corner and saw my mother completely naked, back to me riding a man. I gained an erection instantly but was frightened to move ore make any noise. I then noticed the boots on the floor. They looked like my uncle Jake's boots.
As I was fitting all this together my mother was turning around and our eyes met. She froze, I said I was sorry and went to my room and locked the door. I waited a few minutes but needed to cum.
I began stroking then came a knock on my door. I stuffed my cock in my pants and answered. My mother asked me to come to the living room. As I entered, Uncle Jake stood up and apologized. He was a married man with a good looking wife, two kids of his own. He then left leaving mom and I to sit on the couch she was fucking Jake on.
She began talking to me as a man not her son and explained she had needs. That she was lonely. I listened and she scooted over and I held her until she nodded off against me. I rolled her on her side and covered her up then returned to my room and finished my jacking off.