Preacher’s son

Mom and Dad divorced when I was six years old because Dad was a drunk and a deadbeat. For the past seven years Mom and I had been living in a small town in western Pennsylvania where Mom was a pastor of a small church. Mom devoted her entire being to making a good home for me and to serving her church. To say the least, our life was pleasant, if uneventful. All that changed on a hot, humid day in August, a few days after my 13th birthday.

I was in the yard playing with a friend when a man that looked vaguely familiar stopped by and asked if I was Steven. I said yeah, and he then told me he was my dad. I looked in disbelief at this rough looking man. Then he said, “is your momma home?’ “Yes,” I replied. Then he ran into the yard and into the house.

When I heard mom scream, I ran into the house. The man then locked the door and grabbed the phone from mom. He also slammed the door shut and plunged after mom. When he caught her, he began to rip her clothes off. It was not easy because mom was about the same size as he was–she was 5’9 ” and weighed about 160 pounds. But he succeeded, and within a few seconds mom was standing there naked. To say the least, I was totally embarrassed, but also somewhat aroused by seeing mom naked.

Then Dad (mom told me later that he was my father) ordered me to remove my clothes. I refused, but he raised a hand and hit me across the face. “Marty, he is only a child–leave him along–do whatever to me, but do not hurt Steve,” Mom yelled.

Fuck you, dad said, and turned on me again. I began to undress and soon was totally naked. Then dad began to undress and he was naked too. He told mom, lie on the bed–you are going to get fucked. Mom’s arguments were futile, and soon dad had mounted her and began to slam his cock into her cunt.

I am ashamed, but seeing dad rape mom caused to get a hard on. Dad looked over and saw it, and ordered me to come over to where he was fucking mom.