Kevin Parsons was a son who loved his mother deeply. He hated his abusive father just as deeply. The man was a bully and a drunk.
The young son often heard his mother's cries and his father's yelling. He would peek in and see her on knees begging not to punisher any more. Often Rachel Parsons' body would sport bruises and cuts from their 'lovemaking'.
Many nights the loving son would try to muffle his mother's cries with a pillow. It would fail and he would weep feeling so helpless. Many times after such beating he would go to his mother and comfort her. The wounds would be treated. The young son often expressed hatred toward the abusive parent.
Rachel knew her son wanted his father gone. The few times he tried to champion his mother were unsuccessful. Unfortunately, Kevin was just too small to do anything to stop the mean-spirited father. The efforts would leave him beaten severely. The mother's agony would increase with the sight of the bloodied child.
It broke the young son's heart to see his mother in a huddled quavering mass crying. The pain would multiply with the view of her child being so beaten. They would hug together in a fearful crying ball of quivering flesh.
What really puzzled the young lad was why did his father treat his mother so cruelly? She was beautiful! The woman was a totality loyal and gorgeous wife.
Rachel felt she had no choice. This was her destiny. Her father was like this to her mother and so she deserves no better.
Kevin tried to get Rachel to leave his father. The woman refused. She said it was really all right. His father really did love her. The son was so upset at this attitude.
As Kevin got older, the more he fell in love with his mother. He knew he could make her much happier than his father ever would. In his early teens the boy realized his desire to please his parent extended to the bedroom.
Kevin would often spy on his mother while sleeping or coming out of the shower. The mature, beautiful body was so magnificent. The desire to show how a real man could really satisfy it grew with each passing year.
His father had force his mother to dress in only a robe around the house. He made her sleep naked. Kevin often would sneak into the master bedroom and look at his parent's gorgeous body.
She was a five-foot-seven auburn hair dark eyed bronze beauty second to none. Years of school competitive gymnastics created a trim, athletic body. A set of 38C's, flat abdomen, rounded firm thighs and slender legs made a sight to behold. With the exception of the bruises and contusions left by his father, his mother had a perfect body. God! He hated that drunkard so!
The voyageur offspring would peer in at his mother in the early morning a lusting lad scanned the sleeping body from top to bottom. A set of rounded orbs with the dark nipples would move up and down to the breathing. A shave pussy was always exposed and always looked so, so tasty.
To see the forbidden body lying above the sheets was breathtaking. It was doing these peeking episodes that the realization of how much he wanted this taboo body came to light. The boy would masturbate to the forbidden vision.
The loving son decided to take matters into his hand. He started working out and getting into such athletics like football and wrestling. He wanted to be in excellent shape to kick his father out of the house once and for all.
That opportunity never came. When he was sixteen the man was killed in a traffic accident. He was drunk driving and slammed into a building. They were free of this tyrant.
Kevin immediately had Rachel get up and around. They went out to movies and dinners together. He even got her back to the gym.
A young heart beat radically seeing his mother come out of the abusive shell. She would never be hurt like that again if he had anything to do with it. He would be her protector. The desire was to be her lover. That wouldn't be ever happening.
The loving son soon went off to college. They talked everyday on the phone or Email. It was a wonderful relationship.
Soon Rachel was dating. Kevin felt a tinge of jealousy but understood part of his beautiful parent's recovery would be getting with men. There was always the hope a chance for him might happen. It wasn't long before his mother started telling him of Joe. They had met at the gym. From everything Kevin learned, the man was suppose to be a real charmer.
Rachel soon fell in love with this man. She couldn't wait for them to meet. There was a strong possibility he be a Kevin's new stepfather.
Suddenly, contact with his mother ended. The calls weren't returned. Response to the Emails stopped. The dedicate son became worried. It was fortunate that the summer break was only two weeks away. He would get home and see what's going on.
As soon as the last class ended, he was on a plane. When arriving at the house, it was empty. Kevin assumed his mother and the new boyfriend was out together somewhere.
Jet lag kicked in. After a quick shower, he laid down on the bed wearing only a towel. It wasn't long before sleep had taken over.
Yelling and screaming awaken him. At first it was thought it was all a dream. It was his mother's voice crying for mercy and begging not to be hit again. After a few seconds it was the realization that it was real!
The nineteen-year-old college jock jumps from the bed quickly. He hurries down the hallway to his mother's room. The sight was sickening.
His beautiful mother was butt naked on the floor in a defensive position. A man, probably Joe, was whipping a broad belt over a slender back and firm ass cheeks. Red welts were appearing on the tan skin. She was being submissive and shimmering. Tearful pleas for mercy were being uttered. He was calling her a bitch and a whore with each slap of the leather strap. The man had a broad grin.
"Noooooooooo!" the enraged son screams.
Kevin charges the assailant. The towel falls from the taunt athletic body. The older, smaller man is slammed against the wall.
"Omigod! Kevin!" Rachel shrieks loudly, "That's Joe!"
The incensed son continues the unrelenting attack on the man abusing his mother. Fists and feet rain down on the target. A full fledge hate arise quickly.
"I'll kill ya, you bastard!" the enraged Kevin roars insanely.
Joe was helpless. Dress only in a pair of pants, he whines not to be hurt. A set of arms tries unsuccessfully to cover for protection. The assault was effective. He was bleeding. Groans of pain sounds with each strike.
"Now you're gettin' out of here!" the naked and angry son screams, "You're never gonna touch my mother again!"
Joe is dragged down the hallway by the ankles. They stop by the front door long enough for Kevin to open it. The older man starts to get up and run away from the big lad.
"You're outta here, mutherfucker!" Kevin yells grabbing the fleeing man.
With a lunge, Joe is flung onto the porch. He looks up at the enraged and naked attacker. A set of wide eyes show fear.
"If ya ever come back here!" the infuriated son threatens, "I'll kill ya! I mean it you fuckin' bastard!"
"I---, I----, I need my car keys," Joe stutters.
"Where the fuck are they?" Kevin growls.
"In the candy dish on that stand next to the door," he answers trembling.
The son rubbernecks the immediate area. The keys are spotted. They are exactly where he said they would be.
"Here!" Kevin snarls throwing them at the down man, "Take 'em an' never come back here, you sonofabitch!"
The door is slammed shut. He quickly dashes back to his mother's bedroom.
Rachel is balled up on the bed crying. A naked, trim back is facing him. Kevin's heart breaks. The loving son never thought this sight would ever be seeing this horrible vision again.
"Oh mother," he asks downheartedly crawling up behind Rachel, "How could you do this again?"
