Since I have been old enough to remember, my Dad was addicted to prescription pain medication. In fairness, he did seriously injure his back in a work accident, requiring surgeries and rehab, I'm not certain he ever really recovered. I know he was in pain, but at that age your father is the toughest man on the planet, someone you aspire to be. Maybe for most kids, but for me it was just the opposite.
Ray was not only addicted to pills, he was an asshole to boot. He would regularly start fights with my mom, they fought all the time. It was bad enough my grandparents moved in nextdoor to protect her. My grandpa was a cop, so the fear of him usually kept Ray in check. One day in particular, he was just high enough he either didn't care, or he was witty enough to realize grandpa was working a late shift and was not at home.
He knew I was too small and weak to stop him, and grandma wasn't able to either. He punched mom quite a few times. My sister, Tammy, had enough sense to call some friends of ours that lived close. Those friends came over and stopped him from what I believe would have killed her and took us all to their house. That was the last day we were all together again, they divorced and mom got full custody.
Fast forward several years, my name is Randy, I am 18 and just graduated high school. From the time I was old enough to walk, I was taught to fish. Particularly, largemouth bass fish. What a rush that was, catching this enormous fish that so many try and fail at. If you can't tell, I love to fish!
After the divorce, we spent several weeks during summer break with Ray, he would never hurt us, and we wanted to see him. Ray lived in one of the best bass fishing areas in the country, so I had another motive. The summer of my 19th birthday, Tammy's 18th, we spent several weeks at Ray's. This time was different, it wasn't just the 3 of us, Ray had met a woman and they got married.
April was my new stepmom. Tammy and I were pissed, not that he remarried, that he got married and didn't bother to invite us to the ceremony. Turns out only so many people could fit in the courtroom.
April was a younger woman, 32 compared to Ray's 43. She was also in an abusive relationship, she was battered in front of her daughter, the last time she was hospitalized. Her ex husband broke 4 ribs, her jaw, nose, and several teeth. I often wondered what April saw in Ray that made her trust him, she was way out of his league.
April was incredibly sexy. She was 5' 6" tall, long brunette hair that swayed across the top of her ass when she walked, 105 pounds, just a beautiful woman. She had these blue jean cutoff shorts she loved to wear, I think she knew I was looking and wore them to tease me. Tammy knew too, she would frequently smack me in the back of the head and quietly mouth at me to stop staring, which I denied of course.
The weeks turned to months, Tammy and I really hit it off with April, and we always enjoyed being around Ray, he really loved us and wasn't ashamed of telling us. You know that saying, if it's too good to be true it usually is? Well, this was too good to be true, turns out, it was.
Ray never stopped taking pain pills. He started to show that mean side toward April. This time, I was there and was able to stop it. I couldn't handle watching this again. I love my mom to death, but I was not going to sit back and watch him do the same thing to April. We called him out on the pills. He lied at first, but he must have forgotten, we knew his past and where he hid his goodies. I found the bag, confronted him, and he watched me flush them down the toilet.
That went over like a fart in church, we brawled right there.
After kicking each other's asses, I finally made him see he needed help. We began attending NA meetings, he was on the right track, and I regularly checked him. He was turning back into the man I called dad.
The time came for Tammy and I to go back home, but I couldn't do it. I made the decision to move in and see this through, even though I wouldn't have a bedroom and would sleep on the couch.
Things were going great, we would regularly attend meetings, fish alot and I mean a lot, until it wasn't so great.
April had developed a taste for whiskey, and a bottle a night was the new normal. Ray joined her, and the fishing and meetings came to a sudden and painful halt. This went on for months, but I accepted it and went on about life, I would just fish by myself.
Ray went to the doctor for his regular checkup. While he was in the room waiting on the doc, he spotted his prescription pad on the counter by the sink. He tore off 10 of them and put them in his pocket. When he left the office, not even out of the parking lot, he filled out a forged prescription for pain medication and took it to the local pharmacy.
I have to say, he was pretty spot on with the handwriting, the pharmacy tech recognized it and sent it through. What he didn't realize is the pharmacist had to call and verify the script because the quantity was not consistent with typical orders. Ray sat in the waiting room, thinking all the while he was waiting for his order to be filled, when in reality he was waiting to be arrested.
Ray was taken to jail where he spent the night. He called April to tell her what happened, and she immediately started pounding whiskey at 2:00 in the afternoon. I told her to take it easy, I was going fishing and would be back in a couple hours.
Fishing is how I cleared my mind. If I didn't go, I would have packed up and left that night. She said she wanted to go too. That wasn't that unusual, she liked to fish but never went unless Ray went, almost as if she was uncomfortable. I didn't think much about it, why would I?
"I want to leave in about 10 minutes." I went to get stuff ready, threw on my shorts, a tank, and some flops.
I wasn't a tiny guy, 6' 3" and 175lbs and from all the fishing, I had a pretty good tan. I wasn't a bad looking guy, but not the best when it came to reading ladies. Ok, honestly, I was awkward as fuck.
I couldn't have known if someone was hitting on me. I was honestly an idiot when it came to girls. I never had many girlfriends in high school. I wasn't a jock, so I wasn't cool enough.
If you haven't picked up on it yet, I was a 19 year old virgin, and embarrassed by it.
April came out to the truck with her bottle in hand. She was wearing those cutoff shorts and a red bikini top.
Maybe for the first time in 6 months, I noticed her body. God was it incredible! That bikini top struggled to cover the 34C tits she stuffed in it.
Her shorts were ripped and the pocket was hanging out. She had on flip flops, her toenails painted the same color red as her top. Seeing that made my cock unwillingly jump in my shorts.
I quickly looked away, quickly enough I made it obvious I was staring. Idiot, I'm an idiot, I just basically screamed to my stepmom that I was checking her out.
She either didn't notice or she didn't care, she just kept helping me get the trailer hooked up to the truck. She guided me back and stopped me when I was there, and I got out to dolly the trailer down onto the ball.
When I got to the back of the truck, she was bent over hooking up the chains and wiring harness, and I got a top view of her heavenly cleavage.
I wasn't watching where I was going and walked right into the trailer frame, hitting my shin on it. That garnered a laugh from April, and much to my embarrassment she said "I can go put a shirt on if it bothers you THAT bad."
I was so focused on the fires of mordor burning in my shin, I didn't notice the tent in my shorts.
Fuck, she saw it, just shoot me now.
I told her she could do whatever she wanted, she was grown, all the while fumbling with my now rock hard cock trying to tuck it in my waistband. I told you, I was super awkward.
We eventually drove away to the boat ramp, all 1.2 miles, and launched to go to my favorite spot. Being a native I knew the spots that other anglers didn't.
There was never anyone there, which is exactly what I wanted, other boats would have spoiled my fishing. We launched the boat, April parked the truck and strolled back down the ramp in her bikini top, chest bouncing with every step. When did she get so hot? Why hadn't I noticed this before?
We finally take off. I go as fast as the boat will let me, with 2 people that's about 75 mph, to get to my spot. It's about a 2 mile ride by boat so it wasn't a long ride, but today the water is really choppy causing the boat to rock and bounce more than normal, so I have to slow down. I saw a huge wave and knew I was going to hit it head on, it was going to bring the whole boat out of the water.
I warned April to hang on to something, we're about to jump this wave. She did, we jumped it, the back of the boat was at least 5 feet out of the water, then we hit hard.
