As a teen my mother got a new boyfriend. He worked with her and he would come over and she would cook for him. He was older than her and liked to touch her. Most of evenings were her smacking his hand as he would reach for her butt or her breast or he would take a kiss while she was cooking. The apartment we were in was a one bedroom, which I shared with my mother and all the action took place out in the kitchen or the living room on the couch.

On this one occasion forever in my memory he took ahold of my mother while they were on the couch, until he was behind her and he pushed her pants down and opened his pants and took out his dick and maneuvered himself over her and just fucked her right there on the couch in front of me. He was going to fuck her for all the times she had refused him, she kept saying nonsense things and he kept fucking her, he just fucked her until he finished and sat back on the couch with his dick out. My mother quickly turned and covered him up and looked at me like I was the enemy.

That night when we were getting ready for bed she told me not to be judgmental that one day a man was going to fuck me too.

It was a long time coming, the day I got fucked, but that day as I was getting it for the first time all I could do was remember that evening at our apartment when my mother got her fucking from that boyfriend she had.