1. Moving Away With Mom (1)


    Date: 12/8/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Author: HankWilliams1956, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    The events in this story started just a couple of days before my 16th birthday. First some hindsite that lead up to it. After I started school in the first grade, I was able to spend my summers down south with my grandfolks, and my granddad would take me hunting and fishing, and my granddad taught me not to wast a bullet while we were out hunting, so by the time I turned twelve years old I never missed my target. At home my mom stayed at home while dad worked any where from eight hours to eleven hours a day. For two weeks after school let out and one month before school took up again I spent at home. When my granddad died when I was thirteen years old I got his 22long rifle and pistal, and his three shotguns since there were no other grandk**s to inherit anything from him. I noticed that by the time I came home, right before my thirteenth birthday, from my last time of going to my grandfolks for the summer, my mom and dad were doing a lot of arguing about different things that they never argued about before. As time went by, the arguing seamed to get worse, then dad started hitting on my mom and that seamed to get more and more each time as well. Mom and I were closer to each other than dad and me were so I was able to talk to mom more than I could with dad. He would all ways tell me to go talk to mom about what ever I would have a question about. So by the time mom and dad started aguing a lot I would try and comfert my mom when dad would walk out in the middle of their ...
    aguing and leave for a few hours. Two days before my sixteenth birthday I got woke up early from dad yelling at mom for no reason at all again so I got up and eased to my bedroom door and looked out toward the living room where he was yelling from, to see him hit mom, knocking her to the floor where she just laid, then he started to kick her but I hollered at him to stop. He turned his head toward me, "You stay out of this boy!" then he turned and left the house. I rushed over to mom which by this time she was slowly sitting up and looking around, then she saw that I had my pistal in my hand, her eyes got big, "What happened? Why do you have your pistal? Is it loaded?" "It's not loaded. I just happen to grab it when dad hit you that last time and with out even pointing it at him I hollered at him to stop as he was fixing to kick you in the face." "How long has he been gone?" "He just left." "Let's grab some clothes and get out of here before he returns. I'm done with this crap. The next time you may end up using that thing and I do not want you to go throu that for the reast of your life. Now get dressed and get your things together that you can carry and let's be gone by the time he returns." Mom didn't know it but I was glad to be leaving, because I was afraid I would end up shooting dad sooner or later, and as bad as I did not want to be around him, I did not like the idea of wasting a good bullet on him when that bullet could put food in my mom's and my mouth. When we had ...
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