For my father, the locals would say that the good soul is of a man. I would add - it used to be. The combination of circumstances affected the person, life simply did not follow the desired course. Mostly because of that damned war that caught him while he was in the fourth grade of high school electrical engineering. He never even graduated, he didn’t need to. After the war, he got a job because he participated in it. He thought that he would work until his retirement in that now-defunct company, where he had progressed quickly thanks to his expertise and hard work. But like most companies, the situation suddenly became worse and worse.

At first, the wages became miserable and then more and more later until one day the company closed and people lost their jobs. He took the loss of his job very hard and the fact that no one took care of finding other jobs for people. Although he knows how to do multiple jobs, he could never find a permanent job in our rural area. He worked occasional jobs to earn something, and he didn’t hesitate to do anything, but he still spent more time unemployed. He spent more of that time in cafes and inns than at home. He became a drunkard, which was to be expected. Of course, there are many of them in the village, I guess it’s a normal thing here, so no one was worried about it.

However, my father Goran, was not a typical peasant man worn out by the war. True, he has not completed high school, but his knowledge of general culture is at an enviable level. He is computer literate, knows English, knows literature, and in his knowledge of history and geography, not even people with completed faculties are equal to him. In addition to all that, his knowledge of construction, installation, and agricultural work was not enough for a man to stand on his own feet.

Mother got a job in a local store, which brought us a small but reliable income to survive. Even though my father had a modern worldview, the fact that my mother supported us worsened his mental state even more. His ego and morals would drown in every glass he drank. Mom put up with his drunkenness and provocations and arguments that were caused by it. He was aware that every day he was sinking deeper and decided to change. It was not easy. He dedicated himself to the work around the house, He almost renovated his parents’ old house where we lived, upgraded part of the house, installed central heating, and reduced socializing with alcohol to about once a month.

It turned out that once a month he would get so drunk, do shit in a cafe and then continue home. He would argue with everyone and then he would be at home for days, withdrawn. Full of guilt. He would apologize to everyone. He would do something, try to earn money but to no avail. Then he would find a way to get drunk again and so on and on.

The only person who could somewhat influence him is his best man and best friend Filip, with whom our family is very close because he is also my mother’s distant relative. Their grandfathers were brothers. More or less, everyone is somehow connected in this village, but we are most connected to Filip, and Mom and Filip’s wife are good friends.

Christmas and New Year’s time in all regions is traditionally the time when people relax a little more, especially in this village of ours. At Christmas, Dad made a scene in front of the church, he was drunk, but no one blamed him because everyone knows him and knows that he is a very good man. For a long time, he did not go to the village, either because of shame or because of penury.

Between Christmas and New Year, some snow finally fell, but the temperatures are high for this time of year, so it melts quickly. Still, there was some left on New Year’s Eve. Mom worked on it in the morning on New Year’s Eve, and Dad did some work around the house as usual, but he visited the neighbours on several occasions. It was obvious that he couldn’t resist drinking a glass, but he still controlled himself. When Mom came home, we had lunch and Dad was nervously waiting for a chance to drink something. Since he hadn’t been drinking at home for years, even though we have a house full of all kinds of drinks, he was looking for company or constantly going to the neighbours.

“Goran, have a drink, it’s New Year’s. Just don’t overdo it, because we have agreed with Tanja and Filip to go to the village to wait for midnight.” Mom said.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He took the wine and drank it while Mom cleaned the kitchen.

We mostly stayed in the old part of the house where the kitchen and most rooms are. The living room was in the new part. We didn’t spend much time in it, except when guests come, or when there is a football match because there is a big screen TV.

“We should warm up the living room a little because maybe Filip and Tanja will come by sooner.” Mum commented.

Dad was going to open the radiators and mother was cleaning the living room and preparing cold meats. I saw that Dad had emptied the bottle and it was clear that he was drunk, but he was still under control. He wandered around the house nervously because his desire for another bottle was strong and he knew that he had to avoid drinking alone at home as much as possible.

“I-I’ll go to visit them and bring them here...” Dad said.

He took his coat and ran out of the house, and Mom and I just looked at each other and laughed.

“He will hardly last until midnight.” mum said laughingly.

“It seems to me too.” replied Vedran.

I helped Mom with the preparations and time passed and soon Dad and Filip appeared at the door. They shook their feet on the carpet and entered.

Taking off his coat, Dad spoke, “Tanja is a little ill, she has a fever, so she went to bed...”

Filip continued, “She didn’t feel good this morning, so she went to rest. She might recover by tonight. She said she would call you.”

“Well, let her rest. It’s better to stay lying down if it’s not feel good. Come on, go sit in the living room.”

We went to the living room and mom brought wines, beers and spirits. The food was already prepared. We sat down at the table and talked. It was ok. Dad was slightly drunk, and Filip was also noticed to be tipsy, but he tolerates alcohol very well. He never gets drunk like Dad.

“Good. If Tanja doesn’t come, why don’t we have a drink a little earlier in Srce (English translation is ‘heart’, that’s the name of the local inn) and then go to the fireworks? Filip suggested.

“Um. I didn’t plan to go to the inn...” Mom replied.

Dad immediately said, “So what now, get ready and let’s go. Let’s have a drink, welcome the new year and go home.”

Dad was already slurring his speech.

“Come on, you’re never going anywhere anyway.”

Filip said this to Mom with the best of intentions, but he was not aware that he had just hit my dad in a sore spot. He felt guilty because they weren’t going anywhere, they had no options, and Filip’s words disturbed him. They came as a trigger for his condition, but he still controlled himself.

Mom sighed and said, “Well, I’ll go get ready then.”

Mom left and we continued talking, eating and drinking. Dad seemed to calm down again. Mom was gone for almost an hour, and during that time Dad and Filip drank quite a lot. I drank beer lightly. I heard walking on the stairs and I knew mom was finally here.

The door opened. We were all mildly shocked. Mom who never dresses up, never wears make-up, always dressed normally, her hair tied in a ponytail, now she looked, I won’t lie if I say, like an actress going to a party. I honestly couldn’t believe it was her. Her hair was down and reached halfway down her back. Red lipstick on her lips, painted eyes ... she was beautiful. I couldn’t believe it was my mom. Her shoulders were bare and her tight red dress ended at her breasts, most of which could be seen. Only her nipples were covered and her waist looked very narrow. The dress was half-length, and underneath she had black pantyhose. The complete figure was rounded off by heels that made her legs stand out and lift her butt. Truly, I have never met a more beautiful woman in person. She stood at the door and smiled. You could see the happiness in her eyes.

Filip said, “You are beautiful, you should dress like this more often, isn’t that right?”

Dad nodded. I saw that something was going through his head. He took a new bottle and opened it, and Mom sat down at the table. We talked for a while, and then Dad started without any provocation.

“Whore!!” He said angrily.

“Come on Goran, what’s wrong with you now?” Filip asked.

The smile disappeared from mom’s face and that empty look full of disappointment appeared again. Filip started the conversation but after a short time, Dad started again.

“Whore, you show everyone your tits. Shame on you.”

We decided to ignore him. He kept repeating the same thing, but we didn’t pay attention and continued talking. It seems that our ignoring him made him even angrier.

“Come on you whore, show everyone your tits now, let everyone see.”

“Goran, that’s enough, stop!”

“Really, man, calm down, how can you say that?” Filip said.

He was calm for a few minutes and then he got up and started yelling: -”Come on you whore, show your tits, let everyone see my wife’s tits, they are already naked anyway.”

She pretended not to hear him and he went even more mad. He approached and slapped her. Filip and I jumped on him and moved him away from her. Mom had tears in her eyes. We sat back in our seats, and Filip unsuccessfully tried to start a conversation, and Dad spoke up again: -”Show those tits as God commands!”

Mom said, “He won’t calm down.”

Mom drank all the wine from the glass and got up. She folded both hands behind her back undid the zipper and pulled the dress down. Filip and I were astonished. She was not wearing a bra at all and her bare breasts were exposed before our eyes. I was stunned. Mom grabbed her tits with both hands and started yelling hysterically: “Here you are, here you are, are you satisfied now, you drunkard?”

“Oh, you see, a whore like I told you.”

He started towards her and we got up.

“I won’t beat her.”

We stopped and he approached Mom from behind. Filip and I were ready to react if he raised a hand to her again. We watched carefully.

“Am I allowed to touch my wife a little or am I not allowed to do that either?”

Mom stood still and he came up behind her and first put his hands on her breasts and then lifted her dress over her bum and leaned her on the table so that the glasses and plates fell to the floor.

“Dad, let her go.”

“Really Goran, that’s enough.” Filip said.

But he didn’t stop. He held her neck from behind with one hand and tore her panties with the other. When Mom started crying, Filip approached him and tried to stop him, but Dad pushed him away.

“Let him go, let him get it over with.”

We listened to her, and Dad pulled down his pants and pushed his cock into her unprepared pussy from behind. Mom sobbed. She moaned a lot as he fucked her. She had her front part on the table and he was fucking her from behind. Mom was squinting but occasionally looked towards us. That must have been a great shame for her. The louder she moaned, the faster he fucked her.

“Ah, you like to fuck, don’t you? Do you see how the bitch fucks? She enjoys you watching her.”

When Mom would look at me, I would look away, and Filip would only look at Dad to make sure he didn’t hit her. Filip could have stopped him, but she said to let him go. She must have thought he would calm down and wanted to avoid a physical confrontation. After a few minutes, Dad finished. He took the dick out of her and pulled on his pants.

“Come on best man, now it is your turn.”

“Come on, you’ve gone completely crazy. You know I never would.” Filip responded.

Mom was standing half-naked, staring at one point. Only she knew what was going through her head. Her husband took her in front of his son and his best men. He insulted her. And now he wants Filip to fuck her. You could see anger in her green eyes, and her face showed that she was thinking something, planning something. Her makeup was smeared and her new dress was stained from the food and drink that was on the table.

When I thought that I would never experience anything more strange, I was denied. Mom threw everything off the table with her hand. She lifted her dress and lay down on the table. Her bottom was on the edge of the table and she spread her legs and put her heels on the corners of the table. Oh God, I saw my mom’s pussy. A hundred questions were in my head and nothing was clear to me. When she adjusted herself like that, she started shouting.

“Here Goran, is this what you want, to watch others fuck me, and you scream with jealousy. Here you go. Now. Look at me ... Come, Filip, come and fuck me. Let the trash die of jealousy, let him remember this. Let it drive him to his grave.”

Mom lost control, shouted hysterically, and cried but spread her legs.

“Come, Filip, let him remember this. Come fuck me, Let him come to his senses for once.”

I slowly began to understand what was happening. I understood her, but I wondered why she was doing it in front of me. While I was struggling with my thoughts, Filip approached her.

Filip shouted at me, “Vedran, you’d better get out, you don’t need to watch this.”

“No, let him watch and see what a whore she is.” Dad said.

I didn’t think Filip would do that, but anyway, everything I ever thought in my life has now turned out to be something I don’t know. That is, no one can know or assume any course of events. Filip lowered his pants and took his cock in his hand, and she was ready to receive it.

“I’m sorry Ana, forgive me...”

He pushed his dick in Mom’s pussy, where Dad’s dick was two minutes ago. I tried not to look. I looked everywhere, but my gaze would end with a man fucking my mom on the living room table. Mom made sounds identical to those in porn movies. Only she knows if she enjoyed it so much or if it was just an act. Whatever it was had achieved its goal because Dad was leaning against the wall and looking at the floor. I looked towards him, towards what was left of the once high-moral man. He looked miserable. Less than 2 meters from him, his best friend and best man was fucking his wife and she was moaning ecstatically. Filip fucked her hard and I had the impression that the table would break. I looked back at my dad. He did not look towards them. He looked sad and depressed. Pathetic. He was looking at the floor.

Of course, I didn’t feel sorry for him because he asked for it himself. If until now I was in doubt about why my mother did it, because it could have been prevented, now I realized that it was a complete hit. Mom was moaning louder and louder, I don’t know if she was acting or not. Only she knows that, but that doesn’t matter now. Filip repeated several times during the fuck that he was sorry and begged her to forgive him, but he fucked her hard. When Filip started to moan and fuck and fuck with all his might Mom made sounds like a porn star cumming.

Dad looked up from the floor and briefly looked at them and then looked at the bottle of brandy he was holding in his hand. That look of that being, actually what was left of a man, towards the bottle was symbolic. There was guilt in the eyes, and the look towards the bottle meant that the whole cause lay in the alcohol. Filip and Mom were nearing the end, and when Mom told Filip to cum inside her, Dad closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

Powerful and aggressive until a few moments ago, he now seemed as if he would collapse to the floor if someone blew on him. Filip came inside my mom, took out his dick and got dresses.

Dad only spoke briefly: “Let’s go.”

He opened the door and went out, followed by Filip. Before he closed the door, he turned and said once more: “Sorry.”

He closed the door and followed Dad out. Mom slowly got up from the table, and I approached her to help her. I tried very hard not to stare at her but I couldn’t help but notice her open hairy pussy that was dripping with sperm.

“Please, leave me alone.”

I just nodded and went to my room. I sat on the bed and reconstructed this event. I was not one of those who would think superficially and take for granted only what they saw, but I got to the heart of the problem. It would be easiest to conclude that maybe Dad is right, that Mom is a slut, and maybe look for the causes of his problem with alcohol in that. Also, take into account the fact that mom gave herself to Filip and that in front of her son. Only a whore would do such a thing. However, not everything is black and white. I’m closer to the opinion that she did it with the intention that it would affect Dad really badly and that he would finally understand that it can’t go on like this.

What was most at stake for her was that I was there, and that it would affect our relationship. She had nothing to lose about him, and after all, we are all witnesses that he insisted on it. He wanted her to be portrayed as such, so he can’t fault anything. I can also understand that in the state she was in after his scenes, she didn’t have much space to think and calculate. Simply, the last straw. She couldn’t take it anymore, she was aware of the risks regarding me, but she did it anyway. What will happen to them now?

It is obvious she cares about him and that’s why she did it. The goal was for Dad to finally get something in his head, and to change. If she didn’t care about him, she could have left, packed her bags and left this hellhole a long time ago. Um, maybe this was too much for her. Maybe there is no more tolerance. Maybe she packed her bags right now and wants to leave forever? And where would she go? Maybe only at his sister’s in Zagreb.