A Rapist At 14

A Rapist At 14

My Dad was a wonderful man always had an encouraging word for you. He would take my sister and me to the park or zoo on the week ends. He was great to be around. Now my mother was something else. Always criticizing finding fault with everything Dad or I did, she bitched about everything. She was always whacking me on the head or cursing at me. A real bitch. My sister who was three years younger was a pain in the ass. She was always telling on me to mom, a real pest. Mom and Dad argued and fought all the time. She would tell him he was no good and couldn’t do anything right. He would tell her she was a worthless bitch and a lousy fuck. That would set her off and she would shout, “Maybe I’m a lousy lay because you’re such a short dicked son of a bitch. This went on constantly she always took it out on me when these things happened. I was angry all the time. I got into several fights at school and even got suspended for three days. You should have heard Mom then telling me I was a worthless piece of shit.

One night when I was ten I heard this loud talking and screaming. I got out of bed and went to investigate. Dad was staggering around in the kitchen drunk. Mom was telling him what a no good bastard he was. He suddenly grabbed her and slammed her down on the kitchen table and tours her night gown off. Mom was very skinny with small tits that were about three inches apart. She had a very large bush of black hair between her legs. She was hitting his chest with her fist. My Dad was a pretty big man 6’3” and weighed about 210lbs. (this I found out later). He dropped his pants and shorts and he took his not so short dick about seven inches and maybe five inches around. I looked at my little three inch dick and wondered if I would ever be that big. Anyway he jammed it between mother’s legs and started running his thing in and out of her hole. She was shouting “DON’T YOU DARE PUT YOUR COCK (I learned a new word) IN ME YOU DRUNKEN SON OF A BITCH.” After about two minutes she stopped shouting at him and threw her legs over his back and started riding his cock like she was afraid it would run away. She kept saying “I hate you for making me want you, you miserable drunken no good cock sucker ahhhhhhh no you bastard I don’t want to cum, no stop it, oh christ don’t stop, oh shit, fuck ahhhhhhh uuuuuuuuuug,” and she seemed to pull herself into him as close as possible. Dad kept on shoving his big cock in and out of her bushy hole. She was sobbing and moaning words I couldn’t hear. It seemed like it would go on forever but then he grabbed her ass and shoved himself at her as hard as he could and I heard him say, Oh yes hmmmmmm. You’re such a bitch but you do have a great cunt. He gave her a couple more strokes and then pulled out of her. He left her lying on the table and went to bed. Mom laid there with her legs spread out and her legs hanging over the table with this white stuff oozing out from between her bush. I got closer and looked between her legs. She had this slit that was wide open and beginning to close with that white cream like stuff still oozing out of that slit.

It went like that for the next two years, fighting constantly and mother continued to berate me on a daily bases. Then just after my twelfth birthday my Dad after a big fight with mother packed his bags and gave both my sister and me a kiss and a hug and said I’m leaving. I love you kids but I can’t stand her anymore and left. He moved to another city when his company transferred him there. I missed him and hated my mother for causing him to leave us. For the next two years my mother verbally and physically abused me. Not sexually but by beating me. When I was fourteen I had grown quite a bit I was 5’ 9” and weighed 155lbs. My dick had grown to six and half inches. My Dad had given me a set of weights on that twelfth birthday, and I was beginning to bulk up. Mom wasn’t beating any longer because I was a great deal bigger than her. She was only about 5’2” and maybe 100lbs. Skinny as a rail and her tits were beginning to sag with her hair always in a bun. However she still continued to berate me. Nothing I did suited her. I was jacking off quiet a bit and had been doing it for about a year. Between it and the weights I kept my sanity.

One afternoon after school I was beating myself off as I usually did when my sister came into my room and saw me. “I’m going to tell Mom I’m going to tell,” and ran into her room and locked the door. I begged her not to tell and that I would buy her an ice cream every day for a week “No I’m going to tell that you were doing something bad and will you get it” Sure enough Mom was hardly in the door when she ran in and shouted I saw Ray (that’s my name) playing with his thingy Mommy. “What are you telling me Sara (that’s her name.) I saw Ray playing with his thing and she demonstrated by using a jacking off motion. Mom came into my room and started slapping my face and screaming, YOU LITTLE PERVERT, YOU’RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER.