I had just completed three years in prison and my parole conditions were that I had to stay at my mothers address for the term of my parole. I wasn't allowed to mix with known criminals and visit public bars. Had the parole board seen my mother's home, she and her friend hazel and my older sister were drunkards. They hardly ever washed and if a dish was ever washed, it must have been left out in the rain.
The three of them were silent drinkers doing all their drinking at my mother's home. God knows where the money came from to buy all the booze, for they only drew Social Security. Granted the house was paid for by my father before he was killed doing a bank robbery. Half the money was never found, and I have my suspicions that my mother knew where it was stashed. However, having to stay fifteen months in this hole was going to test my endurance to the limit.
The Parole board said they would help me get a job, but whenever the potential employer knew I had been imprisoned for GBH (Grievous Bodily Harm), I dropped off their list. They were afraid I would set on them.
When in prison, I was left alone after the first day. Some old-timers tried to get fresh and tried to get me into a bum boy, but a few crushed balls and broken fingers, to their minders settled that score. Yes, I was a hard man as they called us, not afraid to stomp someone to death if necessary. I never needed weapons other than those the good Lord provided. There are many brave men in prison when they have a weapon in their hand, but go to jelly when they have to rely just on their hands, feet and head. Which is the difference, there were two or three of us, and we were all left alone. We ate at the same table and when we went in to watch TV or something we were always given a seat. No, prison wasn't that a hard place for the me. What I didn't agree with, was the inmates who tattooed themselves, what were they trying to prove.
As I said my mothers house was a bloody mess, and since I had nothing else to do I started cleaning it up. If she dropped a dirty plate I gave her a smack across the mouth, or bottom the same went for my sister and Hazel if she gave me lip. They soon got the message, and the same went with them bathing. Now at least they washed, or showered every day. Mum even started to use the washing machine to wash clothes in, rather than a place to stow her empties.
God knows where Hazel appeared from, she was or used to be a blonde. A great chest on her, but now getting a bit on the thin side, aged about thirty, but looked older. I used her as an example to my mother and sister, for Hazel at least washed herself, but I wish she would wash her hair.
As a result, within a month the house was looking a bit respectable and the three women looked clean, but they still looked and acted like drunks.
I followed my mother around and never caught her going for the money. I even took all the money out of her handbag, but the next day she had notes back in it. There was never a large amount to draw attention to her, but enough to buy her booze.
I doubted if my sister knew about where it was hidden, for she was bombed out. She started on grass, and managed to break the habit of that. She then started drinking with mum and Hazel and the three of them were drinking buddies. Jenny my sister, was only twenty five but looked like she was in her forties, the same with my mother, she was in her forties, but looked like she was nearing seventy, well in her sixties anyway.
My family, they were pathetic.
One night I came down from my room and Hazel was sprawled out over the kitchen table, lying on top of it with her legs hanging down. She must have had a glass in her hand, and now it was lying on its side near her hand but empty.
Now three years with only Mrs. Palmer and her five daughters was the only relief I had, and seeing this round female arse over the table, gave me a boner. I was going to walk past her to put on the kettle, but I stopped and felt her buttocks. Christ they were soft and pliable, wonderful cushions to bang against if you were fucking her, I thought.
I switched on the kettle and went back to Hazel and lifted up her skirt, at least her panties were clean looking and not stained or anything, like mums were before I got her to wash them. The temptation was too great. I took the elastic at the top and just drew them off her. Exposed was her glorious soft bottom, granted a bit red and a few pimples where she had been sitting and her twat just beneath, begging to be fucked.
The kettle boiled and I made myself a coffee and sat in a chair looking at Hazels arse and twat. Do I just leave it alone, this was too good a chance to pass up? To hell with it I thought and undone my zipper and pulled out my raging cock.
I stook behind her and opened her cheeks and slid my dick down her crack until I was outside of her cunt and just drove it in. I am a big bloke, 78 inches tall, 112 lbs and a great sized prick. I have never measured it, but I can fold a towel in two lengthwise and hang it over it and the knob shows. So I am some size.
God she felt fantastic a bit tight, but I soon made space as she stretched to accept me. She was as smooth as silk, but then anything would be after thrashing myself with my hand all that time. It was nice having that soft bottom of hers against my stomach and I even felt contractions as her vagina grasped my cock. This was heaven, but I was getting no reaction from Hazel which was a bit of a disappointment. At least I was getting satisfaction. I felt my orgasm rising and I looked around and got a paper kitchen towel drew out at the last minute and shot my load into that, not spilling a drop inside of her. I got her panties and slipped them on her and put her skirt down then sauntered back to my room. I heard the TV blaring as I passed where Mum and Jenny were.
That was nice; I wonder if she will know, she was that drunk I doubt it. I was right the next morning at breakfast; this was another thing I made them have now.
"You look like shit Hazel, anything wrong?"
"I really hung one on last night, I fell asleep leaning over the table. I must have strained myself for I feel sore, must have been the edge of the table."
Tell you, once they are drunk they have no idea what is being done to them. This planted the seed in my mind. I have three drunkards in this house who become that blotto at times they are easy pickings for a good fuck. I have no hang-ups of boning my mother, or even my sister. In fact my sister and I did fuck each other when we were younger, just to see what it was like, she said. Randy bitch, I was only thirteen and just getting my first hard-ons.
The opportunity came again just a couple of days later and it was Hazel again I found flat on her back in her bedroom naked on the bed. Her legs were wide apart and she was snoring like a pig.
I just walked up to the bed and removed my trousers and pulled her to me by her legs and sank right in. She opened her eyes, but they were the eyes of a drunk, which sees, but doesn't see. God this woman is good and so nice a fuck, again I took a tissue and shot my fat into it and threw her body back onto the bed. Anyway that was all she was good for.
It was the next day I caught my mother; she wasn't out cold, but staggering about in the kitchen obviously shattered on whatever she was drinking that particular day.
"What would you fancy son." she asked.
"You bitch I think I'll have you, come on," I said grabbing her arm and pulling her along to my room at least I knew my room was clean.
"On your knees I have something for you to suck," I said to her pushing her down, which was easy.
"I don't want to suck your cock," she said almost unable to keep her head still.
"But I want you to, it is about time you started looking after me."
"Really; put it in my hand though please."
God I thought, so I took it out and pushed it in her face, she soon grabbed it and plunged her mouth over the end and started rolling her tongue like an expert. This was the first time I have even approached my mother and without much bother here she was playing the one-eyed piccolo like an expert. My, she was good; her hands were working the shaft and her mouth and tongue working the head.
Now her head was moving back and forth pushing herself further onto the shaft all the time. She put Linda Lovelace to shame the way she was working my shaft. Now I have found something my mother is good at and she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. Then I exploded, but she slid my cock almost all the way out and she never lost a bit as she swallowed the lot, she removed her head and started licking my dick all over.
"I'm not so drunk that I didn't know what I was doing, God I loved that son, can we do it again."
"You stay sober and you can have it wherever you want."
"You won't beat me, promise you won't beat me."
"If you keep yourself clean and the house as well, I won't beat you I promise."
"Deal, what about Jenny and Hazel?"
"What about them?"
"Going to fuck them too?"
"Yes, why not, they are available."
"That's right son fuck us all."
"Mother, you go and wash, I want you here in my bed tonight sober, no drinking for you tonight. Now go."
I knew she would do as I told her with the exception of the drink, but maybe she would. If I could only get these women off the drink I could have a great time. Funny though, I had just spent a load in my mother and I was still hard maybe I was even fancying her.
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