My Mom My Love.
My mom, Jeana, is the most beautiful person in the world to me. I'm telling you this because it is important for you to realize that no matter what she went through, and all the hell she was made to suffer, she's still a very strong person and beautiful.
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As the story goes, I am told by her, and she has no reason to lie to me, that I was conceived with a man several years her senior. She was only sixteen at the time I came to be, and he was four or five years older than she was. Shannon, her best friend in high school introduced them. He was smitten with her right away.
Shannon was dating his older brother, and so, why not get Ron and Jeana together so they could all four hang out, she thought it would be great since they hung out so much. Mom and Shannon didn't think that Ron would be that interested in her, they thought he just wanted someone to hang out with and play pool with, or talk. But they were wrong. VERY WRONG.
My dad took up with her at once, at first thinking she was much older than she was, but when he found out, he didn't care.
They had a lot in common, they both liked wrestling, and back in 1983-84, it was a big ticket. The music was kick ass, mom had her first mustang, and she and my dad loved playing pool.
They spent all the time they could together in his parents bar, and he helped her improve her pool game. Oh, but there's a story there for later. There was a lot of cool shit that happened then, me being one of them... yeah yeah, on with the story.
Ok, so dad, Ron, hooks up with my mom, and there's no prying them apart. She told me the story of the first night they met, how they talked and played pool, had a few beers, (like I said, he didn't know she was that young) and he even picked out a song for them.
My dad played 'Shame on the Moon' by Bob Seger for her, asking her to dance, it melted her heart and burnt into her soul. That song still makes mom cry to this day.
So between the pool, flirting, beers, dancing, all that stuff they did, things went really good between them. She thought she remembered it being about one a.m. or almost closing time when they left the bar and went to his house.
They spent the rest of the night kissing and talking, yeah that was all the first night. Don't be so perverted. My mom said that my dad was a real nice guy the first night, besides, they sat up talking till dawn and she fell asleep in his arms on the couch.
However, the next dates weren't so innocent.
God I wish I could tell you what she told me, but because of her age at the time, I can't say it. But what she told me, after she stopped crying, it was so fucking hot! I can't believe my mom was so naughty. And on the pool table after closing... oh shit! No wonder she cries every time she hears that song!
Apparently, my dad's got a hell of a tongue and a fetish for licking hot pussy. I can understand that, moms pussy is fucking hot and worth every lap. *Eh-hum. Excuse me while I adjust here.* I can't believe she told me this about them either. I'm glad she did.
He would come to meet her at school during lunch hour, calling her during the week, but they hadn't any alone time. (Ya' gotta remember, school was a more open back in 83-84.) She couldn't wait to see him over the weekends. She was craving more than just hugs and kisses from him, and that was exactly what she got, More.
After they dated for about a year, she found out she was carrying me. My dad had gone back to Chicago for something and when he called her and found out, all hell broke loose. He wasn't angry, but everyone else seemed to be. But she wasn't the only pregnant high school girl in existence. I think it was mostly because of her age.
Dad came back to Mississippi with intentions of marrying her, but her parents wouldn't have it. It caused a big fight and mom never saw my dad again.
Her parents married her off to some rich guy, way older than her, like almost twenty years, and shipped her off to Louisiana. My mom wanted to go back to Colorado where she was born, but no one would let her. At the time, it was become a pregnant run away, or marry this man. Lesser of two evil would have been to run away.
This guy beat her every chance he had. He sent her into early labor screaming that he was going to kill her and me if it was the last thing he ever did. When the ambulance and police came, they arrested him for attempted murder. My mom spent two months recovering.
She tells me that the only reason she survived that last beating was because she was protecting me, she was not going to die until her last breath was given to me for my life. And it almost was.
He had kicked her so hard that he broke several of her ribs and arm in two places. But she held steady in the fetal position so that he would not kick me. The last straw was the gun in her face. It has traumatized her to this day, and since I am a cop, I am careful about how I handle my guns around my mom.
Before she was released from the hospital, some people came to see her. They had heard what had happened and wanted to step in and help get her on her feet. She still doesn't know why they helped her out, but they got her a job, and helped her heal both physically and mentally. They also helped her care for me. I will always be grateful to them, who ever they are. Thank you.
Mom went back to Mississippi when she was able. She wanted to start over there so the people that helped her, get back, get on her feet and get going. They were so cool to do that. By this time, I was around two, and a hand full.
She hooked up with a guy she knew in high school and he seemed to treat her really good. She ended up pregnant with my sister and he packed her off and moved them to Florida. He worked odd jobs and for daily labor places and mom took a part time job with some small store. Balancing me, her pregnancy, job and whatever else she was dealing with wasn't easy for her. She just kept going because she had too.
Her relationship ended with this guy when she came home from work early one day because she was sick, and found him tied up with her sister on the couch fucking.
He packed up everything he owned and took the only car they had and left her high and dry. After two weeks of trying to balance getting me to day care and to work on the bus, she got fired. We had to move back to my grandmothers because she didn't have any way to go or any way to take care of me.
The morning she went into labor, she had to ride the bus to the hospital. She bundled me up on that cool December morning and we walked to the bus stop a few blocks from the house, it was 4:30 am. We hitched 2 buses to get to the hospital. It was a good thing that her water hadn't broke before we got there. She got to the hospital and finally someone came to get her.
A kind nurse took me and got in touch with my grandmother who had been at work when mom left the house. They came and picked me up, took me back home and left me with my aunt. Mom had my sister the next morning.
When I saw my mom, she said I snuggled into her chest and wouldn't let go. They had to wait till I went to sleep to take me away from her. She came home three days later and she said that I never left her side. She kept both of us in the bed with her.
Mom has been though two marriages. The second one was also an abusive one, but it was more mental than physical. I watched her deal with that one, two miscarriages from it, and almost a third. She was six months pregnant, but you couldn't tell it because she was good at hiding it. And she hid it on purpose because she was afraid of him.
He beat her so bad after she told him she was pregnant again, she couldn't walk for a week. That was when I decided that was enough. I was sixteen then.
I took my sister, who was 12, and mom, and drove them to my best friend's house. They rushed her to the hospital and kept her from miscarrying. They nursed her back to health, and by then, I had managed to get us a place to stay and chose my career path after one of her best friends, a county Sherriff, Wes, had come to see her after the arrest that he made personally.
Wes stood outside her hospital room talking to me for awhile about what happened, and I told him everything. He was so angry that he threatened, and I quote, "to kill the fucking asshole if he ever came near my mom again."
Bob hasn't spoken to my mother since before the end of their divorce. He pleaded her to come back, but Mr. Wes stepped in and slapped a restraining order in his face. I had to personally thank him for that.
My little brother came into the world safe and unscathed. I was there, mom said she needed me. Ok, not exactly the best time to see your moms pussy for the first time, but it gave me a new understanding and better appreciation of what a woman goes through in her lifetime.
After they cleaned her up, and handed her Arron, (I think she named him after my dad)and I saw her pussy for the first time in its natural state, was when I wanted to crawl back inside of it.
I felt love in a completely new way that day for my mom. I have never regretted it either.
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The years passed and she managed all three of us on her own. I came to love her even more for her devotion and drive. But I continued to see her go through so much. One night, I happened to be coming home to visit her and my brother.
When I walked in the door, the house was dark and quiet, except for the candles, and their song in the background. I'm guessing it was around my dad's birthday, she always tried to celebrate it, she was crying. I hate it when she cries like that. She says, "Bo, your so much like your dad. God I miss him." then she starts crying again. It had been that way every year since I could remember. I knew what I was walking into then.
