I have always been a horny son of a bitch. That is probably the most accurate description I can give you. As young as I can remember, there was the noise of my dad fucking on my mom. I'd lay in bed at night listening for it, and jack myself off while he did her. He liked to drink now and then, and when he did, he'd come home and be all over her. I used to hate and love it when he'd go drinking. When he did, I knew I'd be jacking off while listening to him fuck the hell out of her. If I was still up when he got home, I would frequently get to see my mom at least partially naked. Dad would pull her top off moments after he got home, and if she didn't cooperate, he'd just rip it off, and there she'd be--topless with him going over her big tits. She'd just close her eyes and let him have his way with her. Frequently they didn't make it to their bedroom, he'd tear her shirt off and bend her over the arm of his recliner or the couch and pound away. I especially loved those nights because I'd see her fully naked and be able to watch as he gave it to her. I loved it if I could get a glimpse of her bald c**t. If she ever thought I might have seen or heard, she would always tell me, "A man has certain needs that a woman has to take care of." If she only knew how many times I jacked off thinking of her bent over that chair!

By the time I was in middle school, dad decided he like black women. I'd find his porn mags in his bathroom and wank myself to the huge titted black bimbo's on their pages. He started bringing black girls home after his drinking sessions and he would fuck both mom and the black woman. I was able to sneak seeing a few of these sessions. I was old enough at that time, I knew what mom was doing when I saw it, she was licking his cum out of the black woman, as he continued fucking mom or sometimes he'd just pass out and they would continue without him. On a couple of occasions one of the black bimbos found her way to my room, I think she was looking for the bathroom or maybe back to my dad's bed, but she would come in my room. I stare at her. A fully naked black woman standing in my room, then she'd ask me if I needed anything. The first time she asked, I was almost in HS and I just kept staring, she just gave me a grin and told me, you will boy, when you think you be a man. Then she went back down the hall to my mom and dad. I jacked myself until my dick was raw. Another time, she gave me what I needed. She sucked my cock. That was the last time I saw her.

Last year my dad ran off. I've heard my aunt talking to my mom about it, he took off with one of the black women. Since then, I've not seen anyone fucking my mom. When she is asleep, I get up in the night and peek in her room. She still sleeps naked, and on hot nights she is only partially covered by a sheet or sleeping on top of the covers. I stand there looking at her, jacking. I know one of these days she's going to see I'm the man now, and I have certain needs. I must have jacked 1000 times thinking of her bald c**t, how it must feel or how it would feel to have my cock fucking her tits, or wondering if she could keep all my cum in her mouth.

One of these days she'll find what I leave her as I watch her naked body, she'll find my man juice on her floor and she will know, and then she will do for me. My needs are those of a man, and a woman has to take care of those needs.