Mom and I were looking forward to being without dad. Maybe I should clarify that to relieve any confusion.
My father Jim, when he was home from the middle-east oil fields, tended to ignore mom and if I didn't live up to his standards, which changed almost daily, got a quick slap on the head or screamed at for several minutes. If I had done anything right or adequate he wouldn't say a word in praise but, 'I should have done better,' then call me a dumbass and head out to the strip clubs with his friends. If mom said anything he'd slap her, if he was in a good mood, or if not she got a beating. His blows were in places no one would see unless she was in a swim suit, underwear or naked.
He usually came home drunk stinking of sex or cigarettes or both. Because he could rule over my mom without any reprisals she got physically abused, raped or forced to do whatever he wanted until he was satiated or fell asleep.
Over the years she and I lived with the fear of him going too far one day. When I turned fifteen the call for football players went out at school. The only good thing about my father was because he made exceptional money in his job. I went to a first class school with top rated coaches and training facilities.
I was tall but didn't have any muscles to speak of so my coach put me on a strict diet and exercise program of running and weight training. He designed it to give me muscle mass in a short time without any steroids or drugs.
Dad went away for almost a year when I turned fifteen. He only came back for a week told me and mom he was spending two weeks with his girlfriend in Hawaii and then back to work and if mom didn't like it she could piss off, laughing at both of us he slammed the door.
By the time he came back home it had been almost two years. I had gained over sixty pounds of solid muscle and gotten into martial arts to maintain my balance for football and to learn how to defend myself or mom.
My mom decided to get into shape along with me; after all she didn't have a husband to worry about while he was away so her decision was to get herself in shape. She took the same martial arts classes I did but because of her schedule it was three times a week instead of my twice a week.
My mom, Doris, had slimmed down to the same weight she was in college. My buddies even commented on how beautiful she was. My best friend Mike when he saw her in a pair of short shorts and a tube top almost tripped over his tongue, 'Shit Dave, your mom's hot! Damn I wish my mom looked that good I'd be jerking off every time I thought of her naked!' for emphasis he rubbed his crotch.
Punching him in the arm I told him to shut the fuck up because it was my mom he was talking about. His comments started me thinking though and every time she would lie out and sunbathe in her new bikini I would have to go inside and masturbate.
The more mom got in shape the more I would think about seeing her naked which would help with my jerk-off fantasies. She tightened her stomach, thighs and ass so she looked like a twenty year old college girl from the back. Mom had dark brown hair almost black, not being very tall her figure could never be considered petite but voluptous. To me her best feature was her breasts, they had very little sag and her nipples seemed to be in a constant state of arousal. Peaking at her laundry one day I saw she wore a 38C bra; when I checked on the net I had to jerk off as soon as I saw a set like hers.
One day I had just finished mowing the lawn and the sweat was running into my eyes making them sting. Putting the mower in the shed I grabbed the hose and rinsed off. While I was doing that I could hear a loud smacking sound coming from the bedroom upstairs, "Stop hitting me you bastard!" I heard mom scream; then a chill went down my spine because dad started to scream at mom for being a slut and a bitch.
"Shit!" dropping the hose I wiped my face with my shirt and ran inside. I had never been this mad in my life, I didn't think I just reacted. Dad had mom in a choke hold repeatedly ramming her head into the door to the closet.
"You fucking whore! Parading around our yard like a slut wearing that tiny swim suit! What are you doing trying to get our son and his friends to fuck you! Slut........" he had reared back to slam her head into the door jamb.
Grabbing him under his arms I broke his hold on mom who slid to the floor out cold which made me even madder. Taking his arm I twisted it around until I felt his shoulder pop out. He screamed he would kill me but grabbing his other arm I twisted it until the other one popped out too. Still screaming at me he twisted around and tried to kick me in the balls. With my new training he didn't stand a chance, taking hold of his ankle I brought my elbow down on his knee breaking his knee joint and tore most of the ligaments there. He lay there on the floor calling me every name in the book which didn't bother me but when he started on my mom again I calmly went to his other leg pulled his foot up onto my shoulder and with slow deliberate pressure dislocated his knee joint and tore the tendons and ligaments on that joint. The son of a bitch finally quit screaming and passed out.
Breathing hard I left him there, picking up mom I took her over to the bed. Her head was bleeding all over her face and I was worried she might have a concussion so I called the ambulance then the police telling them what my dad had done to mom but not what happened to him. Getting a damp towel for her I could see she was still out, not wanting her to go in the hospital with just her bikini on I tried to pull a tee shirt over her and got both hands on her tits trying to pull it down. Needless to say it gave me an instant erection. Not having any time to explore this new sensation holding my mom in my arms I sighed and turned to Jim the worthless piece of shit that was my father in name only.
Picking him up I took him down to the basement stair popping his shoulders back in place he woke up and screamed out in pain and passed out again. Then I pushed him down the stairs to land on the concrete. Grabbing a crowbar from the tool bench I put it in his hands like he was going to swing it then swung it into my head making me see stars. It had the desired effect, not only did it almost knock me out but put a nice cut on my forehead.
The police got there first and with their guns drawn found me on the floor next to my unconscious father with blood dripping down my face onto my chest.
The paramedics came next and while one of them worked on me and Jim, I refused to call him dad, the other went to my mom.
To make a long story short we both got questioned for a little while then released, my dad was put on suicide watch and shackled to his bed. It seems he was on some kind of drug that made him crazy, PCP or something. They checked my story and because there wasn't any evidence to challenge it let us go home. When they checked out dad's background they found out he had two other wives and had abused both of them. He also had been fired from his job for violence and sent back to the states several months before. When he went to jail we found out he did the only smart thing in his life, invest. Now because this idiot had made me the beneficiary in case he became incapacitated we were loaded and money wasn't going to be a problem. Now you know why we were glad to see him gone.
