They were at it again, or rather he was, he was shouting his fucking head off, and I was getting more than fed up with it.
I had only ever known this, he would shout and regale at her, and she would cower in fear. He was a bastard, he was my dad!
All my life I had witnessed this, but what can one boy do against a tyrannical dad, he never hit me, he didn't have to, he never hit my mum, he didn't have to do that either. His voice and powerful ways was enough to browbeat us. But I used to tell myself, that one day, it would stop, I would stop it, come hell or high water.
That day was just about here. I was upstairs in my room, it was Saturday morning and he was at her again. Then I heard him say, that if his dinner wasn't on the table when he arrived home, then a row of manic proportions would be on!
For the last 10 or 12 months I had been in training, I was growing up, no longer the spindly boy; I was turning into a powerful young man. The weight lifting and circuit training had had the desired effect, I was not only bigger, in all ways, but a damn sight stronger too, and I realised that the old man didn't fear me any more.
Now I was not 6ft 2" and 140lbs, I was 6ft 2" and 190lbs, and it was muscle, and brawn, not window dressing. I am Ryan Birch by the way; I turned 18 years of age 2 months ago. I have a girlfriend, but not serious, and I have good friends too, but because of my dad, they rarely visited, they had heard him bawling and shouting, so they stayed away.
My mates used to say to me, 'Ryan, one day, you are going to have to do something about all this, your mum is a wreck.' It would break my heart to hear, what I already knew to be true.
My wonderful, but cowed mum is Deirdre, but to all she is called Dee. Mum is 5ft 3"ish, small in stature, shoulder length dark brown hair, which if it was lighter would be called mousey. She has friends, friends who try and gather round when needed, but they all stayed away when he was home, commonsense made that, if they were there when he came home, she would get it in the neck!
She is a terrific mum to me, her only son, and now guiding light, I was all she had she would tell me.
She isn't beautiful, but good looking enough to draw admiring glances when she is out and about. I had never 'checked' her out from a sexual outlook, or point of view, but she had a good body.
I know she likes to work out at home, so she was fit and toned. And unknown to me, there was a woman in there, trying to get out, but because of him, it was deeply buried. She didn't dare express any opinion, or dress even demurely.
She dressed the way he told her to, frumpy! Then he would belittle her because of it!
He has a big bank account, from where it came, I have no idea, because he didn't do a lot, he loves horse racing, drinking, and being out and about on the razz! The reason I knew about the money was, he had made me set up on the banking internet for him, so I knew the passwords, unless he had altered them.
But he always kept her short, never enough unless it was to be spent on him.
So after all these years, it was time to defend my own guiding light, the only person now able to protect her from her living nightmare, was me. I was prepared now to go to battle with him, even though he was a bit bigger than me. I knew him for what he was, a fucking bully! Well, bullies are more or less all the same, if they can't bully, they have nothing, nothing!
I shot out of bed, clad only in my shorts, I raced downstairs, he was in the kitchen, and mum was sat at the table, quivering in fear. He was dressed for going out; mum was in her dowdy dressing gown.
'Leave her alone you cunt!' I roared at him. I got right in his face. I hated him right at that moment with a vengeance.
He was utterly stunned. 'How dare I speak to him like that?' he shouted, and pushed me away, I grabbed his wrist and pushed back.
'Back off runt, before you get hurt!' he ordered.
'Leave her alone you bastard!' I shouted back.
'What did you say, you little cunt?' he railed at me.
'If you shout at her once more, I'll batter you, now fuck off and leave her alone!' I bellowed.
For the first time in his and my life, his fist was raised, but he raised it at mum, I stepped forward to stop him, and he turned to me, bringing his arm back. I whacked him a haymaker, right between his eyes, he was not only stunned by it, but the fact I had done it, he sagged to the floor, and sat on his arse, leaning against the units.
While he was still in a state of shock, I got hold of his collar and dragged him across the floor, through the hallway, opened the front door, and bundled him out.
As I did, I told him that that was the last time he would ever hurt my mum again.
I locked the door, fastened the chain, and went to look out of the window; I was preparing myself for more. I was trembling like a leaf, not from real fear but from the adrenalin pumping through me.
I saw him get to his feet, and amble away, looking around to see if anyone was watching.
I went back to mum, who was shaking terribly, I took her in my arms and told her that from now on she would be safe, that he would leave her alone, or suffer the consequences.
I told her to go back to bed, and I would bring her a cup of tea.
Off she went, I took her tea to her, but she couldn't hold the cup for the trembling. I held her tightly then, she then asked me to lie with her.
'I'm so scared Ryan, what will he be like when he gets home?' she said softly.
'I don't care mum,' I said. 'But I assure you, he will not hurt you anymore, believe me, those days are over.'
Mum fell asleep in my arms, and for the first time, I noticed the swell of her breasts, and because of the way she was laid in my arms, her cleavage was on view. And I was impressed, well impressed. I watched as she breathed, and her tits swelled with every breath. I could also see the brown circle that would finish with her nipple in the centre, I couldn't see them, but I could see the bump they made in her nighty.
All these years, I had grown up seeing this woman in front of me, dressed in oldie looking clothes, and now, I was seeing a woman who was attractive to say the least. And a woman whom I really had never seen before me at all.
I gently laid her down and went back to my room, carrying a huge unbidden hard on. I had to relieve myself. I usually have a good jack off on a Saturday morning anyway, but this time, I shot my load in record time, with mum's tits in my minds eye.
I was disappointed to cum so soon, because I wanted to savour the moment, but I shot cum high into the air, and over my head!
I cleaned it up, just in case mum came in. Lying back on my bed, I went over the events of the morning, and I was quite pleased with myself, I had defended my mum, the giver of my life. And I would defend her now, no matter what.
I was in a dream sort of state lying there, when the door opened. It was mum; she came in and sat on the edge of my bed, took my hand. Then she burst into tears, it was heart breaking, they flooded down her face, I pulled her to me.
'Oh mum, mum, please don't cry, you don't have to cry ever again, I promise you.' I wailed.
I yanked at the covers under her and got her into bed with me.
I held her, kissed her fevered brow, loved her, and protected her.
She calmed down after a while, maybe as long as 10 minutes, and then she said.
'Ryan, it's hot in here!' and she actually giggled.
She giggled; I hadn't heard that in such a long long time.
'Well,' I said, 'take your dressing gown off then.'
She did so, and was now in her nighty, I couldn't stop my eyes from focusing on her breasts, as she, and they, moved around next to me.
She snuggled down next to me, facing me on her left side, I was on my right. I put my right arm around her shoulders, her right arm went around my waist, we soon moved into a toe to toe, face to face, body to body position. Then she raised her right leg and laid it over me, my prick shot to attention!
It was either pressing right into her, or was laid on her thigh, or somewhere, I couldn't tell.
Her left arm was between us, I was rigid with fear, I daren't move at all.
Mum put her head onto my chest, and said.
'Oh Ryan, this is nice, I can't remember when I've had a cuddle like this, it's so lovely, thank you my hero!'
She moved a little, and that's when I felt the back of her arm or wrist, rub my prick, I nearly shot a second load right then!
Mum stiffened then, she knew! She knew I had a hard on, and she must have known too, that it was for her!
Her arm around my waist tightened, she moved in closer, I never moved a muscle, I daren't.
Her arm/wrist moved again, side to side, she was rubbing my cock again, was it deliberate?
I found out it which it was when; she lifted her head, and looked me in the eye.
'I love you Ryan, I really do baby.'
'I love you too mum, I always have.' I replied. And I realised then, that I had, always loved her too.
That's when she repositioned her arm, and her fingers wrapped my cock up, I moaned, I couldn't help it.
Mum just gripped it, she never moved or rubbed it, she held it, and held it tight.
I didn't know what to do, here I was in my bed with my mum, and she was holding court over my turgid prick.
I was helpless as to know what to do.
That's when I realised too, that while my mind and brain didn't know what to do, my fucking hand did! It had cupped mums tit, it was caressing it, and my fingers were toying and squeezing her nipple. This in turn, forced a moan out of mum's mouth now.
I played with her nipples, she played with my cock, it was heaven, then we shared a sort of kiss, I dipped my head, and found her lips, she tilted her head and the kiss was on. It was only a small kiss, but it was a kiss never the less.
'Lay back darling,' mum whispered.
I did, and she began to jack me off.
'Mum,' I muttered quietly. I wanted to have sex with her, to make love.
'No baby, just lay back, do it for me baby, please?'
I did, she raised her head to my shoulder, and I got jacked off, it was fantastic, to have your mum doing this, has to be one of natures most wondrous things. I shot another load as mum gently foraged my balls after.
I was laying there feeling wonderful, mum had her head still on my shoulder, I was feeling so grateful, and happy, wondering where this would lead to. I was hoping fervently that it would lead to more, much more!
Then there was crashing on the door, he was back! I started to get out of bed, but mum said.
