It was two months before I graduated high school when Dad walked into my room. He told me he needed to talk to me about something. I knew things weren’t going well between him and Mom. He told me he was leaving Mom and then he asked me for my help. To top it off, he said there was a reward for my help, but wouldn’t tell me what.
That was two weeks ago. I didn’t think I was going to get a chance to help Dad. That meant, no reward probably. I called Dad and told him. Instead of being angry, he told me to be patient. There was no hurry, he said. Yeah, easy for him to say.
All I knew was that every time I looked at my Mom over the past two weeks, I didn’t see the same person I had know for the previous 18 years. It didn’t help at all with the kind of pressure Dad was putting on me. I had to get away and went to a friend’s house for a few hours on Friday afternoon. When I got back, I found Mom in the living room.
I felt a bit like a spy, as I felt the adrenaline course through my body. Dad wasn’t in a rush. I was. For all that happened, Mom was sitting in front of the TV, smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer.
“Mom, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, baby?” she said with a smile.
“Are you glad Dad is gone?”
Her face changed a bit as she thought about the question. “No I wouldn’t say I was glad, more relieved.”
“I don’t understand?
“I’ve known your father was going to leave me for a long time now. He told me many years ago that his Dad had stayed with his Mom until he graduated high school. He made reference that he just might do the same,” she told me.
“So you are glad?” I asked again.
“No, Matt. I’m not glad. I loved, and still love your Father very much. But I have known he wasn’t happy. I guess all I can do is hope he finds what he is looking for,” Mom explained.
I decided to go straight to the question I needed answered. “Is it going to be a messy divorce?”
“Nope. All he has to do is give me the papers and I’ll sign him away free and clear. At this point, better for me to just get on with my life. What about you?” Mom asked.
“What about me?”
“What are you going to do? I know you have gotten along better with your Dad than you did me. You going to leave too?” she asked.
Dad had told me I was welcome to join him at his new place. And ever since my last visit I certainly wanted too. But another part of me couldn’t leave Mom alone.
“No, I’d like to stay here, if that’s okay?”
“Suit yourself. I didn’t have much of a hold on your father and he took off, I have less of a hold on you,” she responded sipping her beer.
“What do you mean?”
“Well at least with your Dad, I knew what he wanted. Sex. He used to complain that I didn’t make him happy. We did some things when we first got married and after a few years it stopped. I knew he didn’t like that. It was just a matter of time.”
I just sat there sort of dumbfounded. I had the information I needed, that Dad would not have to deal with a messy divorce. It would be easy for me to go and claim my reward, but something in the back of my mind lingered. Mom had walked into the kitchen and came back with two beers, handing me one of them.
“His loss though.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s your Dad’s loss. He never read the signs. He thought I had stopped doing what he wanted. I just changed tactics and he never caught on. He could have done whatever he wanted with me if he had just done it. He always wanted to know if I wanted to do it or if it was okay. Just didn’t fit. I always told him, you can’t rape the willing, and Lord knows, I was always willing.”
“I’m confused. What are you talking about, Mom?”
“Oh I used to get drunk, like I am now, and your Dad and I would play some sex games. I was his sex slave. It was really a lot of fun. He was really good at using me and getting me off.”
I sipped my beer and tried not to look shocked.
“Oh don’t look so shocked. Your Mother and Father are just like anyone else. People like different things. I liked it when your Dad dominated me and forced me to do things. If he had just learned how to control me better, he would still be here now. Probably waiting for you to go to your room so he could have his way with me. Oh how I do miss those times,” Mom admitted.
I wondered just how much of this Dad knew. If it would matter.
“Does Dad know this?”
“Nope,” Mom said.
“Shouldn’t you tell him? I mean it might save your marriage. Do you want me to tell him?”
“I figure he already has some other ass lined up to spank. No reason to spoil his fun at this point. I’ll be fine. Your Dad’s main problem was he let me talk too much. Better things for a mouth to be doing,” she said with a laugh.
I went to my room and dialed Dad’s number. I told him Mom would give him his divorce without any problems. He asked me if I wanted to come over and get my reward. I told him I would be by in a bit and hung up. I tossed around the idea of telling Dad what Mom had told me. Why would she tell me those things if she didn’t want me to tell him?
I drove across town to the house Dad had rented. It was at the end of a cul de sac and had a large yard. I was surprised about that since he hated to cut the grass, but it looked very neat. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. I waited for perhaps thirty seconds and rang the bell again. Finally the door opened up and there stood my Dad.
“Matt. Great, you made it. I think you’re gonna like this,” he said holding the door open for me.
“So you think Mom will be cool about the divorce?” he asked.
“Yeah. I think so. She said she knew for awhile that you would probably go.”
“It’s not like I kept the fact that I wasn’t happy with her a secret. She had her chance to make things right and didn’t. Her loss,” he said.
I started laughing at his comment. The same as hers. I was just about to tell him all that Mom had told me when Dad started talking again.
“I got somebody I want you to meet. Now, this may be a bit of a shock, but it’s all cool. Trust me,” he said leading to a door which opened to the basement stairway.
I was shocked at what I found. Tied in the middle of the room was a woman, actually more like a girl. Maybe 25 at the most.
“This is my new slave, Misty. We have been spending a lot of time together and now she lives with me. Misty loves me and all I do to her, don’t you, Slave?”
The girl was tied with her arms above her head, the binding looped through a hoop that kept her on her tiptoes. She was naked except for three things. A collar, a mask and a gag in her mouth.
Dad’s hand landed on the girl’s bare ass with a loud smack. “Answer me bitch. You like what I do to you, don’t you?”
The girl’s head nodded up and down.
