I Get Mom

Fbailey story number 781


I Get Mom


My Dad is such a fucking horn dog that it isn’t funny. I cannot believe the bimbos that he brings home to fuck.

Well, I sure couldn’t believe it. I certainly never thought of my father as attractive.

He and Mom had serious marital problems and when I turned twelve she called him a sex-maniac and refused to put out.

I had to give him credit though…he sure had balls.

Dad would bring a different girl home on Friday and Saturday nights and take her into his bedroom. It was clear that they were always drunk.

Shortly after them going in, Mom would come out and crawl into my bed with me. We had a small two-bedroom apartment and the living room did not have a couch. That left my bedroom.

The two of us would lay there listening to Dad call the other woman names. He seemed to like calling them sluts, whores, and cunts. The women usually called out to God and kept asking him to fuck them harder and faster.

I knew that Mom always slept nude because Dad wouldn’t have it any other way. However, she always had one of his T-shirts on whenever she came to me. It was usually the one that he had just taken off because it usually smelled of alcohol, cigarettes, and a strange perfume.

Mom started drinking on those nights as well. Dad even encouraged it hoping for a threesome…but Mom never got that drunk.

A few weeks later I turned thirteen. That night was a Friday. Dad brought home a really pretty girl and it was quite early too. Normally I was in bed and so was Mom when he brought them home.

That night we were watching television when he came through the door practically carrying her. She had on a short skirt but Dad was holding her T-shirt.

The woman said, “I won the Wet T-shirt Contest and they gave me this.”

Dad tossed it at me. It was a size small and it would fit me perfectly. When I held it up it said, “Winner! Wet T-shirt Contest. Billy Bob’s Beer Joint.”

Dad reached up under her short skirt and pulled her panties down. He tossed them at me too.

The girl said, “I had to take them off to win. You can keep them. Your father says that you jerk off…enjoy them kid.”

They disappeared into his bedroom.

Mom said, “That fucking looser.”

I said, “But he gets to sleep with the winner.”

Mom said, “I won that contest once myself. You must have been nine or ten at the time.”

Now Mom had had a few drinks. She liked vodka and orange juice. Each glass got stronger as the night went on. It started out less than a quarter of a glass of vodka but eventually became more than three quarters vodka.

So when I asked, “Would you show me how you danced in the Wet T-shirt Contest” she said, “Okay…but you will have to help me clean up afterwards.”

I said, “Okay.”

She sent me to get a couple of big bath towels and spread them out on the linoleum floor in the kitchen.