Your dad was gone. He had to do some things that most people would describe as "illegal" to put food on the table. You knew it, your Mom knew it, everybody did. That's just how things were where you come from.
But what not everybody knew was that he was a man of honor. You'll always remember his motto: "Son, you have to do the right thing, even when others tell you otherwise". He always said it, but it actually acquired a new layer of meaning the moment he said it to you the day you turned 18.
That's why, when he got caught with his Partner after breaking into some rich people's house, he testified he was the only one doing it. Your dad's Partner got all of the bounty too, which he didn't share with him, and was able to flee the scene.
- But why are you protecting him? - The Partner wasn't dumb and denied being there too. Now your Dad was awaiting trial. It didn't seem like he was going to avoid going in this time.
- You don't understand it yet. - Your dad resigned and explained it to you. - It's better that I get punished instead of us two, don't you think?
- But dad... You didn't stole anything, it was his idea, he knew where the jewelry was, he didn't tell you and now you're being charged with everything he did...
- Son... - He interrupted you - Listen here... When we were kids, I got relentlessly bullied in Highschool. - You felt a resonating connection with your dad after that confession, as you got bullied too during HS - Isaiah protected me from them and until they left me. I learnt a lot of things from him: How to fight, how to stand up for myself, how to break into... Well, a lot of things I now know. That's why it's fair that I give him something back: His freedom, don't you think?
Your dad seemed to fail to realize that even if Isaiah "protected him", he was the example who made him start committing crimes and made his life spiral out of control. He still seemed to hold Isaiah on a sort of street-cred-pedestal, and nothing you said could break that illusion.
- I've already talked with him. If I'm really going to spend the next 15 years in prison, he's going to be there for you. For you and your Mom. He already assured me you could count with him for whatever you would need me. Now, let me visit some people I've to say goodbye to...
Three days later...
It was a rainy day. You, your Mom and Isaiah were looking from the porch and watched how the policemen escorted your dad into the patrol car. You could see how he looked at you one last time before they drove off with him. He was regretting his life decisions. You knew it was going to be hard for him.
Your Mom ran upstairs and broke down, crying. Isaiah put a hand on your shoulder and said:
- Your Dad is a good man, boy. - But he was really thinking "That was too close. I can't believe that bullshit I told him about my ill mother worked out..."
He felt so ecstatic he couldn't even suppress the bold smile that his lips showed. You stayed on the porch thinking, while Isaiah went upstairs to comfort your Mom...
A week later...
You came from school. The day was hard: You got pushed around again and the bullies started making fun of you and how your dad was now in jail. You greeted your Mom out loud. Isaiah's voice surprised you, as he greeted you back from the kitchen.
- Hello Mom, hello Isaiah... - You said, entering the kitchen.
-Hi, sweetie!
-Hi... - Isaiah sounded annoyed.
You observed your Mom's shirt wasn't right, as if she put it on in a hurry. And why was she wearing yoga pants again? She hasn't worn them in forever. One could even slightly see her underwear...
Your Mom started pulling her top down to cover her stomach while talking to you:
- How was school today?
- It went well, as always, even though my classmates... You know... They kept...
- Great! Sit down, I'm almost done - Your Mom interrupted you and kept cooking and talking with Isaiah, which couldn't stop looking at her buttocks.
- Uh oh.. Okay, Mom - You answered.
That day, Isaiah ate at home. They talked and laughed a lot, just not with you; Isaiah kept telling your Mom how many slick, dangerous and exhilarating things he did in the past - legal, illegal, real and invented. One couldn't just be sure. You finished eating and went to your room, feeling disgusted by the close attention your Mom gave to his big mouth.
Some minutes later...
- C'mon bitch... C'mon... Just let me see something... You know I need it...
- I-Isaiah, don't... Anon is... Upstairs...
- He won't hear shit. C'mon, pull it down already, bitch...
Isaiah was aggressively groping your Mom and at the same time trying to pull her yoga pants down, just like he was doing before you came from school.
- C'mon bitch... I haven't done it in over a week... My balls hurt so much... I need you to calm me... Only you can... - He whispered into her ear.
- N-No... - Your Mom let him fondle his ass, but she fought back by pulling her pants up when she felt Isaiah pulling them down - Not now, he's in his room...
Isaiah, realizing the leggings weren't going anywhere, changed his strategy and started fondling your Mom's tits.
- You're so beautiful, let me touch you, I want to put it inside of you... - Isaiah kept whispering to your Mom's ear while touching her boobs. Your Mom kept pushing his hands away, telling him to stop.
- Show me your tits, bitch...
- Wa-wait...
It was too late, Isaiah already pulled the top of your Mom over her tits to reveal them but was confronted with the sports bra she always wears to keep her breasts in place.
- What is that? - He said, pulling the bra and shaking it, not knowing how to open it - Lemme see your tits - He impatiently, violently started pulling it, attempting to tear the fabric.
- Stop it! - Your Mom whispered aggressively, shoving his hands away. She rolled her eyes. - You're going to break it. Just wait...
Your Mom slowly pulled the bra over her head. Even though she was annoyed by his persistence and lack of understanding, feeling desired in such a primal and direct way made her smile.
Isaias was astounded. - Fuck... - He almost yelled - Were they so big this whole time? Are they natural? - Isaiah put his hands under your Mom's tits, as if he was weighting or them - That dumbfuck... I mean, your husband didn't tell shit about these... - He said while reaching to grope and squish your Mom's jugs from behind her back.
- Don't talk about him please...
- Shit, let me put my dick between them...
You open the door and go downstairs to talk to your Mom...
- Oh! - Your Mom gasped. She just heard your steps coming down the stairs. She just froze.
"Fuck, the little dumbfuck again" Isaiah thought to himself while pulling your Mom towards the bathroom, closing the door behind them. While your Mom was processing what happened, Isaiah pushed her towards her knees while pulling his cock out.
- Mom? - You yelled. - Mom? Are you in here?
- Ye-yes sweetie - Your Mom snapped from her trance at once - I'm here, in the bathroom - She said while Isaiah was rubbing his dick on her face, which didn't seem to trouble her.
- I have been thinking... You know... About dad and so on...
- Hmm-hmm - Isaiah was already forcing the tip of his cock into your Mom's mouth. Not only she didn't resist, she just started suckling on it right away
