My Dad went to Jail

Your dad was gone. He had to do some things that most people would describe as "illegal" to put food on the table. You knew it, your Mom knew it, everybody did. That's just how things were where you come from.

But what not everybody knew was that he was a man of honor. You'll always remember his motto: "Son, you have to do the right thing, even when others tell you otherwise". He always said it, but it actually acquired a new layer of meaning the moment he said it to you the day you turned 18.

That's why, when he got caught with his Partner after breaking into some rich people's house, he testified he was the only one doing it. Your dad's Partner got all of the bounty too, which he didn't share with him, and was able to flee the scene.

- But why are you protecting him? - The Partner wasn't dumb and denied being there too. Now your Dad was awaiting trial. It didn't seem like he was going to avoid going in this time.

- You don't understand it yet. - Your dad resigned and explained it to you. - It's better that I get punished instead of us two, don't you think?

- But dad... You didn't stole anything, it was his idea, he knew where the jewelry was, he didn't tell you and now you're being charged with everything he did...

- Son... - He interrupted you - Listen here... When we were kids, I got relentlessly bullied in Highschool. - You felt a resonating connection with your dad after that confession, as you got bullied too during HS - Isaiah protected me from them and until they left me. I learnt a lot of things from him: How to fight, how to stand up for myself, how to break into... Well, a lot of things I now know. That's why it's fair that I give him something back: His freedom, don't you think?

Your dad seemed to fail to realize that even if Isaiah "protected him", he was the example who made him start committing crimes and made his life spiral out of control. He still seemed to hold Isaiah on a sort of street-cred-pedestal, and nothing you said could break that illusion.

- I've already talked with him. If I'm really going to spend the next 15 years in prison, he's going to be there for you. For you and your Mom. He already assured me you could count with him for whatever you would need me. Now, let me visit some people I've to say goodbye to...

Three days later...

It was a rainy day. You, your Mom and Isaiah were looking from the porch and watched how the policemen escorted your dad into the patrol car. You could see how he looked at you one last time before they drove off with him. He was regretting his life decisions. You knew it was going to be hard for him.

Your Mom ran upstairs and broke down, crying. Isaiah put a hand on your shoulder and said:

- Your Dad is a good man, boy. - But he was really thinking "That was too close. I can't believe that bullshit I told him about my ill mother worked out..."

He felt so ecstatic he couldn't even suppress the bold smile that his lips showed. You stayed on the porch thinking, while Isaiah went upstairs to comfort your Mom...

A week later...

You came from school. The day was hard: You got pushed around again and the bullies started making fun of you and how your dad was now in jail. You greeted your Mom out loud. Isaiah's voice surprised you, as he greeted you back from the kitchen.

- Hello Mom, hello Isaiah... - You said, entering the kitchen.

-Hi, sweetie!

-Hi... - Isaiah sounded annoyed.

You observed your Mom's shirt wasn't right, as if she put it on in a hurry. And why was she wearing yoga pants again? She hasn't worn them in forever. One could even slightly see her underwear...

Your Mom started pulling her top down to cover her stomach while talking to you:

- How was school today?

- It went well, as always, even though my classmates... You know... They kept...

- Great! Sit down, I'm almost done - Your Mom interrupted you and kept cooking and talking with Isaiah, which couldn't stop looking at her buttocks.

- Uh oh.. Okay, Mom - You answered.

That day, Isaiah ate at home. They talked and laughed a lot, just not with you; Isaiah kept telling your Mom how many slick, dangerous and exhilarating things he did in the past - legal, illegal, real and invented. One couldn't just be sure. You finished eating and went to your room, feeling disgusted by the close attention your Mom gave to his big mouth.

Some minutes later...

- C'mon bitch... C'mon... Just let me see something... You know I need it...

- I-Isaiah, don't... Anon is... Upstairs...

- He won't hear shit. C'mon, pull it down already, bitch...

Isaiah was aggressively groping your Mom and at the same time trying to pull her yoga pants down, just like he was doing before you came from school.

- C'mon bitch... I haven't done it in over a week... My balls hurt so much... I need you to calm me... Only you can... - He whispered into her ear.

- N-No... - Your Mom let him fondle his ass, but she fought back by pulling her pants up when she felt Isaiah pulling them down - Not now, he's in his room...

Isaiah, realizing the leggings weren't going anywhere, changed his strategy and started fondling your Mom's tits.

- You're so beautiful, let me touch you, I want to put it inside of you... - Isaiah kept whispering to your Mom's ear while touching her boobs. Your Mom kept pushing his hands away, telling him to stop.

- Show me your tits, bitch...

- Wa-wait...

It was too late, Isaiah already pulled the top of your Mom over her tits to reveal them but was confronted with the sports bra she always wears to keep her breasts in place.

- What is that? - He said, pulling the bra and shaking it, not knowing how to open it - Lemme see your tits - He impatiently, violently started pulling it, attempting to tear the fabric.

- Stop it! - Your Mom whispered aggressively, shoving his hands away. She rolled her eyes. - You're going to break it. Just wait...

Your Mom slowly pulled the bra over her head. Even though she was annoyed by his persistence and lack of understanding, feeling desired in such a primal and direct way made her smile.

Isaias was astounded. - Fuck... - He almost yelled - Were they so big this whole time? Are they natural? - Isaiah put his hands under your Mom's tits, as if he was weighting or them - That dumbfuck... I mean, your husband didn't tell shit about these... - He said while reaching to grope and squish your Mom's jugs from behind her back.

- Don't talk about him please...

- Shit, let me put my dick between them...

You open the door and go downstairs to talk to your Mom...

- Oh! - Your Mom gasped. She just heard your steps coming down the stairs. She just froze.

"Fuck, the little dumbfuck again" Isaiah thought to himself while pulling your Mom towards the bathroom, closing the door behind them. While your Mom was processing what happened, Isaiah pushed her towards her knees while pulling his cock out.

- Mom? - You yelled. - Mom? Are you in here?

- Ye-yes sweetie - Your Mom snapped from her trance at once - I'm here, in the bathroom - She said while Isaiah was rubbing his dick on her face, which didn't seem to trouble her.

- I have been thinking... You know... About dad and so on...

- Hmm-hmm - Isaiah was already forcing the tip of his cock into your Mom's mouth. Not only she didn't resist, she just started suckling on it right away

- Like, he didn't deserve that, you know? He only got... Got into bad company, you know, bad friends, bad people around him...

- Oggai schweeti? - Your Mom answered with her mouth full of Isaiah's tip.

- What? Mom, I didn't understand what you said... And why are your clothes here on the floor? And where's Isaiah? Did he left?

Your Mom stopped sucking while making a loud *pop* sound, but kept tenderly caressing Isaiah's balls.

- I had to... Had to run into the bathroom, women things, you know... And Isaiah... - She looked at him in the eyes - I don't know where he is right now, I think he left... - She said before putting his heavy balls in her mouth.

- Did he really left without saying goodbye? Well, I guess coming from that kind of guy that's to be expected... You know, the kind of guys who betray his close friends and cannot take responsibility...

Isaiah almost started laughing at your naivety: While you were busy bad-mouthing him, your Mom kept nursing his balls and stroking his dick, not really listening to what you had to say.

- Yeah... Maybe you're right, sweetheart - Isaiah realized that your Mom was easily persuaded if she had to focus on other things, like talking to his dumbass son through the bathroom door. He took his opportunity:

- Use your fat tits on my cock, bitch.

Your Mom looked at him in the eyes, nodded, grabbed up her heavy knockers and wrapped them around Isaiah's dick...

- Hm? What was that, Mom? Is someone there with you? - You thought you heard a deep voice in there. Your Mom hesitated again while pressing her boobs together around Isaiah's meatrod.

- N-No, sweetie, that was just... My phone, yeah, the phone...

Isaiah couldn't believe it. Your Mom was so busy between two tasks that she just obediently did what he told her. - Move those ballons faster, slut - he whispered, lunging his hips forward. Your Mom's alluring eyes stared at him with as she whispered with a sultry voice:

- Why don't YOU move this gigantic cock faster, mister?

Isaiah didn't expected that answer from her, but the challenge turned him on: He started pumping his waist against your mother's tightly held boobs. He was so violent that even you started hearing the rhythmic *plap plap plap*.

- What is that, Mom? Do you need help? What is th...

- I'm just cleaning! - Your Mom shouted, but not loosening even for a Moment the grip on her tits - What do you want now?! - You realized that beating around the bushes started pissing her off.

- I-I just wanted to tell you... I really miss dad...

At the very same time you spoke, Isaiah said to your Mom:

- Bitch, start sucking my dick again, I'm gonna nut in your mouth...

Your Mom, not having heard what you said, complied with Isaiah - Okay... - You thought she was allowing you to continue.

- Do you miss him too, Mom?

And again, at the very same time, Isaiah:

- Wanna swallow my jizz, bitch?

- Yes, I do... - Your Mom joyfully answered, not even aware of what you just asked.

Isaiah grabbed your Mom behind her back and started pulling her head towards his waist, her lips pressed together shut around his shaft. When Isaiah couldn't pull her head in anymore, he let her go slightly back. He was opening up your Mom's throat little by little.

Meanwhile, thinking your Mom answered your question and mistakenly jumping into the conclusion you were both on the same page, you started rambling about how good your dad was, about how difficult was going to be to imagine your life without him...

Sadly, nobody was hearing what you had to say. Isaiah was already going balls deep into her mouth, his balls hitting your Mom's chin every time he forced her down his cock.

You could hear the gargling sounds created between your Mom's throat and Isaiah's dick, but you couldn't identify what it was; you kept talking...

The sounds kept getting louder...

Meanwhile, Isaiah's cock's pistonlike motion against your Mom's throat, together with his deep, bellowing grunts got louder and louder. The echo coming from the gagging in the bathroom was so noisy that you just got quiet, trying to understand what was going on.

- Fuck bitch... I'm gonna cum all this spunk in your throat and you gonna swallow it all...

- Hmmm-Hmm - Your Mom nodded as much as she could nod - *gawk gawk gawk gawk*-

- I have never seen a nasty bitch like this... Goddamn... I'm so close...

You got close to the door, wondering if you should or shouldn't open it...

- Shit... Here it comes! FUCK!!! - Isaiah roared like a lion while pushing your Mom's head towards the base of his cock. The deep groan startled you and, without thinking twice, you opened the bathroom door that wasn't properly locked...

As you fixed your gaze on them, Isaiah was already unloading rope after rope of dense cum at the back of your Mom's throat while slowly pumping in and out.

They were so thick that your Mom had trouble swallowing them; the thick sperm got stuck on the back of her throat on the way down but she focused and opened up her gullet every time his cock tensed up, as it meant the next shot of spunk was about to be shot.

Standing there, you witnessed everything: while your kneeling Mom had her face buried deep down onto Isaiah's crotch. You thought he was already actually gone. Your Mom kept making obscene, fleshy sounds with her mouth and throat while Isaiah kept cursing at her with his eyes closed.

You were just realizing what you just saw and decided to leave. Nobody seemed to have been alerted by your presence, or cared about if they did, so you took your chance and silently disappeared.

Every new discharge was weaker than the prior one, but your Mom's throat welcomed them all in their new home: Her belly. Isaiah's grip became so loose that he just let his hands hang, freeing your Mom's head in the process to let her coax out every drop of cum left...

- Damn, that was a lot of jizz... - Isaiah whispered, feeling proud of the amount he produced. - And you really got it all... Didn't spill anything...

- Hmmm-hmm, I know right? - Your Mom agreed, pretty proud herself by being able to take everything down. She eventually looked around and gasped, putting her hand in front of her mouth - Why is the door open?! You closed it, right?! Was Anon here? Did he see me doing...?!

- Nah, he just left after you began not answering him, as busy as you were. And the door... It must have been the wind. - That sorry excuse seemed to convince your Mom that she had nothing to worry about...

The truth is that Isaiah did realize how you opened the door and saw how you looked at your Mom while she was busy. He saw how heavily it dawned upon you what was happening, what it meant, what it implied: Your Mom's perception and conception that you had until now changed forever in an awful way.

He saw too, how you dumbly left without making a sound.

What followed next...

Nothing seemed to have changed at home; your Mom kept being her usual self: Taking care of you, doing the household chores... The usual single Mom thing. Well, she wasn't actually single, but since dad got locked up, she apparently started behaving like one... At least with Isaiah. But she realized something was wrong with you; something changed. You tried avoiding making eye contact with her when talking, and you tried keeping your interactions with her as short as possible.

Your Mom, wanting to be a good Mom, tried cheering you up over and over again. The more you tried avoiding her, the more attention she paid to you. And it's not like you stopped loving your Mom...

But looking at her, her face, her eyes, her lips, made you remember what you saw in the bathroom. What she was doing with Isaiah. You weren't that oblivious; you know what was happening. You've already watched your fair share of porn.

But you just couldn't remove that idea of your head. Your Mom, on her knees, ignoring you, her Son, as she let Isaiah finish between the lips with which she so lovingly kissed you.

The worst thing was trying not to get hard when thinking about it...