I was fourteen and lived with my mother and my six-year-old brother Marcus. My father was in prison doing a twenty-five-year bid for rape. When I was eight, I visited my dad one summer. He didn’t live with us; he lived in the city. He was a member of a violent gang.

One day we were walking down the street after going to the corner store for him to get some Old English, and he bought me an ice cream. We took a shortcut between a burned-out building.

A young girl was walking ahead of us. She had books in her arms and was going home from school. My dad walked quickly to get closer to her. He started talking to her and told her she looked good. He asked her if she wanted ice cream.

He said, “Hey, little mami! Hey! Come here and talk to me! How old are you? You’re a pretty little thing! You got a boyfriend? You need a daddy?”

She didn’t say anything and started walking faster. There was garbage all over in the alley, and the bums and druggies hung out in it at night. No one was there but us. My dad ran up and grabbed her arm. Her books dropped, and she started crying and saying something in Spanish. She was pretty. She had long black hair and was wearing a skirt and a white button-top shirt.

“Ohhhh, a Latina mami? You don’t speaka de English? You don’t understand me? I know a way we can communicate! I got something you’ll understand!” he said. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to a doorway. He kicked the plywood down and pulled her in. It was dark and smelled like piss. There was garbage all over. He told me to pick up her books. Sunlight came in through the burned-out roof.

“You keep your ass right by this door! Look at the books. I’m gonna go talk to this little mami. I’ll be back in a little while.” He said. The girl was crying and talking Spanish. I sat down by the door as I had been instructed. I always did what my dad said because he was very strict.

He dragged her to another room in the building. Cardboard and papers lay on the floor. He set up his phone to video his performance to watch later. He took his hands and ripped the girl’s shirt open. He lifted her bra and started sucking her tit. She screamed and scratched his face.

“You little bitch!” he said as he slapped her hard across the face.

He slapped her several times. She fell onto the garbage on the floor. He stood over her and lifted her skirt. He grabbed her panties and started ripping them apart on her body. She was crying but not moving.

“Ah mami! Look at that hot little bald pussy! We gonna communicate now! Comprendo?” He said as he undid his pants.

He stood over her as he dropped his pants. He stroked his big dick as precum was dripping from the head. He got down on the floor and pushed the girl’s legs apart. He put his dick against her pussy and grunted. “Oh fuck! You virgin? God damn you tight!” He yelled.

“You understand me now, mami? You know what I’m talking about now? You’re gonna remember me!” He said as he rammed through her hymen and into her private place.

His hand was covering her mouth; she was screaming. He fucked her for what seemed like a long time. He stopped moving and held his dick inside her as he came, filling her with his seed. He hoped to get her pregnant. His enormous cock did serious damage to the young girl. He ripped her apart.

He pulled out of her and said, “Damn, that’s a lot of blood. You ain’t no virgin no more!”

His dick was still big and hard. The girl didn’t move and stayed quiet on the pile of garbage. He was fixing his pants when he came to where I was sitting. I could see the bulge in his pants. He told me to give him her books. He took the books and threw them on the floor next to her.

“You keep your mouth shut about this and don’t say shit to your mother.” He said this was man stuff.

We left the building, and my dad put the plywood back. My dad told me that the girl went out the other way. We went to the store so he could get more beer and I could get more ice cream. My dad was quiet as we went back to his place.

The weekend was over, and I went back home to my mom. It was on the news about a young girl violently raped in the city. She was in the hospital, and police were looking for any information to find the rapist. My mom talked about it with her friends and said she hoped they’d hang the bastard. She said the girl was only fourteen.

I found out as I got older that my dad raped that girl in that building that summer, and that was why he was in prison. I visited him once in prison. He told me about his phone and where he hid it. He told me about the video and not to let anyone get it. He said I was his son and not to hide who or what I was.

I was big for my age. My mom was short, 5 feet tall, and thick. She had very juicy breasts and a very nice jiggly ass. I was always touching myself. I remember from when I was younger that my dick was always getting hard when I was around females, when I could see their bodies in bathing suits or tight clothes.

It was summer, and my mother was always wearing tight clothes. I didn’t think anything of it that my dick was hard when I saw her. She would come home from work, and the first thing she did was take off her bra and put on a beater with no bra. Her big tits were visible through the side of the shirt. I had to regularly go into my room or the bathroom to hide from her that I was aroused. My hand was always in my pants, touching my dick. She used to catch me and told me to stop putting my hands in my pants. I don’t know why I did it, but it seemed to be my default comfort act.

At fourteen, I was taller than she was and much bigger. I was almost 6 feet tall and 185 pounds. I still put my hand in my pants, playing with my dick that was much bigger too. She stopped saying anything about it because she couldn’t miss noticing how big it was in my shorts. My dick was like a large eel or a trunk, and it really couldn’t be hidden when I was playing with it. I would sometimes catch her looking, and she quickly looked away if our eyes met.