The following is not real. Some of you know have known me will recognize some of the people, but this is not how this actually happened. People suggested I try writing something else so here you go.

So, Im going to be straight up for a second. I think about fucking everyone I meet. I think about how they would feel under my hands. Or how I could make them cum. I think about what kinky stuff they might be into. Is the fat old charge nurse into anal? What would that paramedic do if I asked him to piss on me? Would the clerk that checked me out at the store rim me if I went down on him?
All of these and more race through my mind. Normally I push them out of the way. Sometimes I dwell on them, and try to find out. And that’s how it was with my father in law.
From the moment I saw him, I wanted to fuck him. Joe and I had just started dating and we had gone to his parents house. My future father in law (lets call him Frank) was a runner. Not just recreationally. He liked to do marathons and shit like that. As such, he was in amazing shape. Athletic and slim. His muscles were well defined under his skin, and he had the sharp facial figures like a sculpture. His hair was still black, aside from the gray that had begun to appear at his temples.
To be fair, I was in shape then too. More than one, actually. They were just circles of various sizes.
From that day forward, I wanted to fuck him. I wouldn’t say I was obsessed, but I did think about it often. I was still occasionally fucking Joe’s brother, so I would find myself comparing their cocks. Joe’s wasn’t small, necessarily, but it lacked his brother’s girth. I began to wonder what it would take to get Frank to fuck around on his wife. He had raised one son to have an intense moral direction. Joe doesn’t like anything I like in the bedroom, mostly because he finds it degrading to me.
On the other hand, his other son was a complete dirtbag. He was the one that came on to me first. To be fair, I kept it going after the wedding, but he could have said no. What kind of a guy fucks his brothers wife the day they leave for their honeymoon?
So what kind of guy was Frank? One of his sons was an outlier, but which one? And then what kind of woman would not only entice him to cheat, but to fuck his sons wife as well. It was the kind of challenge I rose to. I had to find out. It would be quite the accomplishment, fucking all the men in a family. Well, aside from mine, I guess.
It would be a process. A long one. Find out if he would cheat. Find out if he would cheat with a fat girl. Find out if he would cheat with a fat daughter in law. Finally find out if he wanted a whore or an angel. I could do either, but angel was temporary. I would see him pretty regularly, once week or so, more often during the summer. He had a pool, you see, and Joe loved to swim.
So I got to work. First step was to see if he was even interested. I waited until the next time we went swimming. That would be a few weeks away, so I contented myself through masturbation that mostly involved him and my dad tag teaming me. By the time we were actually going, not even these clit sessions could tide me over.
I had thought about doing a two piece, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So I settled on my one piece. It would be sufficient for this. The changing room was their bedroom, and it had a sliding glass door that led to the pool. There was a curtain to pull to cover it. I thought about leaving the curtain open, but there was never a time when he was the only one in line of sight. Disappointed, I headed to the pool to join the others.
It was while swimming that I saw my first opportunity. The pool itself was a saltwater pool, and at one end was a hot tub fixture that overflowed in a waterfall into the pool itself. Frank was standing by the waterfall, talking to Joe, who was in the tub. I dove under the water, and while I swam to the waterfall, I adjusted by suit so that I had a nipple peaking out. I wasn’t able to be sure, and I didn’t want too much to show, but it was a gamble.
I rose out of the water next to Frank, my left nipple exposed. I slid up next to him and asked what they were up to. Joe couldn’t see my tits from his position, No one else would be in line of sight if I turned towards Frank. Slowly, with the waterfall falling on me, I turned towards him and asked him what he was drinking.
He looked to me and opened his mouth to answer, but his eyes went right to my tit. I held my breath. Would he say something? Would he freak out? Would he just stare?
The latter. As he responded to me, I slowly exhaled the breath I had been holding. His eyes were flicking between Joe, me, and my nipple. I was looking him over too. His chest had a small v shaped patch of graying hair, his nipples sat flush against his body. His neck was ridged by firm tendons and muscles. Fucking hell he was sooo hot. Joe began moving toward the stairs so I dipped down and fixed my suit.
I swam away eagerly awaiting my next chance. I was optimistic about this thing for the first time. Pushing the envelope and taking chances were such a turn on for me that I was spent the rest of the swim time rubbing my clit hidden by the water.
We caught eyes a few times after that, but he didn’t really betray anything else. A plan took form. I would be the last to get out. I would go into the room to change, and somehow entice him in there once I had stripped out of my suit and covered myself. Then, a quick flash, or something. I wasn’t sure yet.
As luck would have it, Frank and I were the last two. Improvising, I got out and piddled around outside until Joe had finished changing. I went in, and began to look around the room for something to give me an excuse to get him in here. I had to hurry, and act while he was alone in the pool area. If anyone else was there, they might come instead.
It didn’t take long. There was a hamper in the bathroom for towels, but Joe had been Joe and just piled them on top of it. Under the pile of wet towels, it might be missed. I stripped out of my suit, and wrapped myself in a dry towel. I rushed to the door and looked out. He was still alone, but he was out of the pool.
I slid the door open. “Hey Frank. Where do I put my towels?”
He looked at me in the towel, and flipped his head to the main doors into the house, possibly to see were everyone was, then back to me. “I-In the bathroom, Claire.” He said.
“I looked I don’t see it. Can you show me?” I asked. Deliberately I looked down. His wet trunks clung to his body. It wasn’t hard to see the outline of his cock, hanging flaccid, along his body. It was hard to gage, but he looked bigger than either of his sons. I let my eyes linger, then went back to his face. I bit my lower lip.
Wordlessly he started towards me. “Thanks, Frank.” I said, retreating back into the room before he got there. Now what? I thought to myself. Just dropping the towel would be a high risk high reward situation. If he reacts poorly, it might be impossible to say it was just an accident. Instead, I sat on his bed, facing the bathroom. I spread my legs, leaving the towel on, but parted just enough.
He came in and stopped. My breath caught again. For what seemed like an eternity he stared at me. He smiled slightly, but it was gone as quick as it came. He moved to the bathroom.
“Oh.” He said as he rounded the corner. “Fuckin’ Joe.” He said. He leaned down to begin picking the towels up. He turned his head to me. His eyes right between my legs. I know he could see my pussy. “Does he at least put thigs away at home?”
I just shook my head, looking at him. He looked away and stood. “Well, there’s the hamper. You can put the towel in there.”
I stood, bent over to grab the wet one I had used, and walked into the bathroom, passing him in the door way. I turned sideways, ass to him, as I slipped through. I stuck my ass out, and brushed it across his groin, feeling his bulge as I did so. I dropped the towel in the hamper.
I turned to Frank. He was staring at me. “Can you hand me my clothes? They are on the bed.” His face was red as he turned and proceeded into the room. As soon as his back was turned, I went for it. I dropped the towel. He returned and stopped as soon as he saw me. “Thanks.” I said. And I took the clothes. He stared at me. At my tits. My pussy.
“Claire, I-“ he began. I closed the door.
Fuck. I needed to cum. I heard the door slide open and then close. I thought about his cock, I thought about him pinning me in the doorway and forcing it into me. I wondered if he would try to fuck my ass. My fingers went to my clit. It didn’t take long before I was cumming.
After, I took stock of where I was. I had gone for broke. It hadn’t blown up in my face. And I felt like I knew he would cheat. I felt like he liked big tits, and I felt that he wanted me to be slutty. Maybe this would be easy.
I was wrong. The next few swim days he was noticeably absent. His wife had said that he was running errands or something like that. She never seemed bothered. I fucked myself after one day imaging he had told her and we were going to have a threesome.
The next chance would be an unexpected one.
It was Labor Day. I remember because I was off and Joe worked, taking the double time that he would get. Joe was already gone when I woke, and knowing that I would have 7 hours in the house alone had me wet thinking about who I was going to have over to fuck. I had begun to flip through my contacts when the phone rang, the caller ID showing it was Joes cell. My heart sank. He had to be telling me that he was coming home early.
“Hey, babe.” I answered, forcing a yawn.
“You just getting up?”
“Yeah. Whats up?”
“I need you to do me a favor. I need you to go into the garage and grab a tool and bring it to my dad.” He said.
I sat straight up. “Yeah I can do that.”
“Mom has the car and she’s out at my aunts. He told me not to worry about it, but hes been looking forward to this project for a while.”
“Sure!” I jumped out of bed as he talked me through the garage and the location of the tool. Once identified, I let him go, and began to plot my course of action.
He was clearly hesitant. But he couldn’t trust himself around me. He knew what the game was, he knew he would lose, and he was just trying not to play. I needed to be able to get him to the table.
Clothes would be key. It was a little cooler, too cool for shorts, but leggings would work. No panties. The top would be a little trickier. My tits are huge, H Cups. Braless wasn’t an option, but I had an ill fitting balconette that let the tops of my areolas pop out if I positioned it right. A white camisole and light black sweater completed the outfit. I checked myself out in the mirror. A quick tug on the camisole brought a hint of areola into view. Perfect.
I went out to the truck, threw the tool in the back and headed off to my in laws house. The whole ride over there I had the butterflies in my stomach that were my vice. That anticipation of something new and different. The pushing of boundaries, the taboo of the act, the risk of getting caught. All were combining to give me a high that nothing else could touch.
By the time I pulled into the gravel driveway, my pussy was aching. As I rolled to a stop, I realized I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to do. I had been so preoccupied thinking about fucking him, that I hadn’t even bothered to think about how I was going to do it.
As I got out of the truck, Frank came out from the side of the house. He was in jeans and a long-sleeved red shirt. Sawdust clung to it. He stopped when he say me, but then continued on.
“What are you doing here, Claire?” There was a tinge of anger. Good.
“Joe told me you needed this.” I went to the back and pulled out the saw.
“Yeah I told him not to worry about it.”
“Well he worried.” I passed the saw to him.
He looked me up and down. “Tell him thanks.” He said and then turned with the saw and headed back to the house.
Fuck. This wasn’t working. I watched as he turned around back. He was resisting, but I saw it in his eyes. I know that look. Seen it in plenty of men’s eyes. I pulled the black sweater off, threw it in the truck, and headed off in his footsteps.
I rounded the corner and saw him in his workshop. Formerly a detached garage, he had turned it into his hobby room a few years ago. There was a piece of wood on two stands that he was measuring. A few stools and chairs littered the perimeter of the shop. When he saw me, he stopped and sighed.
“What are you working on?” I asked.
“Claire, why are you here?”
“Im bored.” I said, biting my lip. “Joe is at work, and hes not as entertaining as he could be even when he is home.
“W-well I got a lot of stuff to do here, and I’m not going to be entertaining anyway.” He returned to measuring.
“Well, anything is better than being alone at the house.” I found one of the rocking chairs and sat in it. So far, so good, but I was running out of moves. The silences persisted for a few minutes while he measured and marked different pieces of wood. Then it hit me. I had a plan. All I had to do was wat for my opening.
It didn’t take long. After about 5 more minutes of silence, he left to go inside to get something. I took my shot. As soon as he was gone, I jumped up and headed for the pool. Flipping the cover on the control panel, I flipped the tub to on. I raced back to the shop, and I stripped off all my clothes, placing them in the chair I was sitting in. I then raced through the brisk air to the tub, where I slid in.
The water was ice cold. My nipples immediately hardened. The water coming from the jets was warm, but still, my teeth began to chatter. I prayed the water would heat up quickly.
I heard the side door open. He was heading back into the shop. It didn’t take long before he rounded the corner. I waved at him. He slowly walked over.
“Claire. What the hell are you doing?”
“Entertaining myself.” I said. I made a show of pushing my hands down to my pussy. “Since you wont, I have to find something to do.”
“This ain’t right, Claire. Theres something wrong with you.”
I smiled and closed my eyes as my fingers slipped inside me. “Mmmhm.” I moaned in agreement. “Very wrong.” I said.
He watched me finger myself. He didn’t leave. I went all in. I stood and began to walk out of the tub. The chill in the air brought my chattering teeth back. “I’m going to go into the house and Im going to be entertaining myself. If you are bored, you should follow me.” And I headed for the sliding door.
I entered, thought about the couch, but decided against getting it all wet, and went to the floor instead. I got down on all fours, ass in the air, and began to play with my pussy. I rubbed my asshole too.
I heard the door open and smiled. I had won.
I rolled over and lay on my back. He stood over me. He began to undo his jeans and I moved to my knees. “You are going to love this, Frank.” I told him.
I was eager to finally see this cock. As his jeans fell I reached up and took his boxers in my hands, I pulled them down.
It was wonderful. Bigger than either of his sons. A good 6 or 7 inches, if I have to guess, but thick. His balls hung in a sack covered in gray pubic hairs. I opened my mouth, and licked the length of his shaft, my eyes locked with his. From the tip to the base, and then back again. He began to grow. I took him into my mouth and began to suck. Using my mouth, suction, tongue, suction, tongue. He grew to an impressive level of fullness in my mouth. I pulled it out.
“Gag me, daddy.” I said before plunging down on it again. This time I felt him hit the back of my throat and the first gag began. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he held me there. Oh yes. He wanted a whore. I’d give him that.
He let me up and I pulled back, rubbing the slime covered cock on my face. “You are so much bigger than Joe.” I said.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said and he forced it back in my mouth. Another round of gaging began. When he let me up from it, I went back to his balls, letting the cock lay across my face. I licked and gently sucked each ball, and then I moved lower. He moved back. He looked at me confused. “What are you doing?”
Poor bastard. He’d never been rimmed. I smiled. I stood and undid his shirt. Once off I sucked and nibbled at his nipples as I walked him back to his chair. He fell down into it. I returned to my knees and the blow job. Building up a good supply of saliva, I worked down to his balls again, and then to under them.
It was clear he had been working, but it turned me on even more. Lower and further I pushed, my tongue searching for his ass. I could hear him moaning. I reached up and grabbed his cock. Mainly to keep him from jerking it and cumming too quick. I finally found it. I thought about how wanton and whoreish I was being. On my knees, with my tongue on my husbands fathers ass.
“Fucking hell, Claire.” He moaned. I pulled out.
“Betty doesn’t to that, does she?” I smiled.
He shook his head and stood up. It was his turn to take control. He turned me around and began kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. I felt his cock pressing into my back. He reached down and inserted a finger into my pussy. I felt him pushing me down and over. I resumed my position on my knees, my shoulders and head on the carpet.
“Fuck me daddy.” I said.
“Where?” he asked
“Anywhere you want.”
“Does he do anal?” I shook my head no, preparing for the possibility that I was about to take a pretty big cock in my ass. “Just my pussy.”
I felt the head at my ass. I reached back and spread for him. “Yessss, daddy.” He began to push in. I gasped when he first popped in. We had no lube, aside from my spit, and he was bigger than any I had been buttfucked with in a while. I let my cheeks go. The pain was reaching my threshold. I took my other hand and went to my clit, hoping to off set it.
That seemed to work. The searing pain became more bearable. “Im a whore. Im a whore. Im a whore.” I began to repeat to myself reminding myself that I wanted this. He began to slid in and out.
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Frank?”
“Call me daddy.”
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Daddy?”
“Not in a while.” It turned me on even more that Betty used to take dicks in her ass.
“Pull my hair daddy.” He obliged as he began to pick up speed. He had the stamina I expected from a runner, as well as the endurance.
He was pounding my ass now. My own fingers had brought me to the point of climax. I screamed as the cum took me, clinching my ass around his thick invading cock. I fully expected him to cum. But he slowed down. Not wanting to hurt me as my ass was clenching, he slowed, delaying his own satisfaction.
As soon as I subsided, we resumed the fucking. His relentless assault on my body. I couldn’t wait to have him fucking my pussy like this. “Im gonna cum, Claire.” He exclaimed.
“Do it daddy. Cum inside me.”
With a shudder he did. With each pump he moaned and shook. I couldn’t feel him cumming, but I knew it was a lot. I only felt it as he fell out of my ass. He fell next to me, catching his breath. I moved to my side and snuggled up next to him. “Good?” he asked me.
“Better than both your sons.” I smiled.
He looked at me shocked for a moment. Before he began to smile, letting his head fall back to the floor. “Wow. You are a whore. But you are an amazing fuck.”
I smiled and looked down at his cock. The cum coated it, but it didnt look bad. I leaned over and took it into my mouth. He looked at me with a mixture of lust and confusion. I felt his cock twitch a little in my mouth.
I pulled off it. “I want you to fuck my pussy next.”

My ex could have been a full service slut, if she didn�t feel so guilty all the time because of her Christian upbringing. She loved to be choked when I fucked her, but no more. No hitting. Too bad. Anyway, she was a controlling bitch. I did find out something about her though.

Once we were talking on the phone and she went away for a minute. I was lying in bed so I decided to jerk off. She was really hung up on getting married and having kids, in a really creepy clingy sort of way. Used to joke about skipping the pill So while she was gone I started jerking off thinking about fucking our imagined teenage daughter while mom was at work. I was saying, �Your pussy is tight. You�ve grown up so much. You want Daddy to cum in your pussy?�

My ex had never left. She bursts out laughing. �What were you talking about?� she asked me. I told her nothing but she got it out of me eventually. �You want to fuck our daughter� she said. i didn� say anything. �You want to fuck her tight pussy?� I could hear her breathing hard into the phone. I took a chance. My ex often talked about how if we had kids and they caught us having sex itd be no big deal. SO I said, �I want her to catch us fucking. I want her to come lie down next to us and rub her pussy while we fuck. �I want you to play with her little pussy while you fuck me hard� She practically screamed into the phone as she was cumming.

She took to calling me daddy when I would fuck her, doing some father/daughter role play. She switched it sometimes, and we did mother/son role play. We went to a water park once while we were on vacation. She had flashed her tits at me in public a few times, and she kept getting off on this stuff, so I tested her limits for fun. While we were having phone sex, a few nights before we left town for our trip, I asked her �While we�re on the rides, do you want to flash your tits?� �Yeah, I want them to see my tits.� �Who?� �I want a young guy to see my tits. I want them to be the first tis he sees. I want him to get hard and jerk next to his fucking Mom. Fuck!� and she would cum. She didn�t mind which gender. Another night she said �I want her to see my big fucking tits� she was 36DD �I want her to stick her hand in panties and rub her little pussy so her Daddy can smell it.�

When we got to the hotel near the water park, a few days into our trip after staying with her cousins in Atlanta, it was late and I was really horny. After she showered I threw down on the bed and started fucking her hard, choking her, sucking her tits, and then we heard a bunch of people go into the room next door. She�d been moaning and yellnig so I stuck my hand over her mouth. Then I heard the voices that sounded like two parents and their kids. The son was probably in his early teens and the daughter was a a little younger. I got a good idea. �You like them hearing you get fucked?� I said to my slut ex. �Mhmm� she said. I felt her pussy tighten up and I started ramming her harder. She heard the girl laughing in the next room and started bucking her hips and slamming her pussy onto my cock from below. �You want that girl to hear you cum? You want to teach that little bitch how to cum?� I took my hand off of hr mouth and she yelled, really loud, �Fuck me, Daddy, fucking cum in my tight little pussy, Daddy!� I came so fucknig hard. It was pretty hot.

It didn�t get much more kinky than that. She turned into a bloodsucker and got real righteous and moral all of a sudden. Basically, her bitchiness grew until I couldn�t take it anymore so I split. I hope her next boyfriend knows that she wants to fuck his younger brother.

I'm a bit Freaked and Ashamed.
It’s been 2 days now.

You folks will hate this post, I’ll get 100’s of down thumbs. Hell, I wouldn’t read shit like this let alone get a boner.
But, this is confessions, and I have one happening now.

My mother in law is really fucking old and in a home.
She has some days-weeks to live. She knows what’s going on just fine, her heart is giving out.

I’ve been in the family only a few years. She has always liked me and flirted with me. Now, she was a pretty hot when young and loved the attention of men. I always give her flirty attention when my wife/family isn’t around. They treat her like a child, I don’t.

Last weekend we went to visit.
She wasn’t eating and looked bad. She lit up when I arrived and reached out to hold my hand. Mt family thought it was nice she and I held hands sometimes. I didn’t tell them about her sly smiles and flirty squeezes. As I was holding her hand and helping her into bed, she had a “pee accident”. My wife came over to help, yet my MIL was still holding my hand. Ok, so what, I’ll excuse myself.

Then her gown opened up, legs apart and I had a full view of her nearly hairless pussy. (do old women lose pussy hair?). Whoa, time to go, I started to leave. She held my hand tight and moved, accidentally (?) spreading her legs more. I quickly left. My wife cleaned her up and after, said it was no big deal I saw her naked, she’s old and needs help.

Ok, so I’m freaked that my nearly dead MIL flashed me and knew it.

I’m ASHAMED.
Because of you Fucking ML pervs.
I had a twitch in my shorts when I saw her pussy and it boned when she wouldn’t let go of my hand.
This is my life, not a fantasy about dau/incest/neighbors/teens/dogs/etc

I came back in and sat next to her on the bed. She reached for my hand and pulled me to her for a hug, which is hard to do on a bed. My wife said it was sweet that I was so affectionate and nice to her mom and it would be the last time a man (not her sons) would hug her.

What she didn’t see was MIL’s hand accidently pressing on my cock area as she hugged back.
Damn, Ashamed, Freaked, my cock got hard.

As I moved away, she leaned over and naturally her head went lower as I pulled away and with one last hug she hugged me around my waist.
Right against my cock.
There was no way she didn’t feel it against her face.
She didn’t pull away and pressed her face tighter as my boner came to full attention along my leg.

My wife saw nothing and MIL had a big smile. I stood up, turned and quickly adjusted. My wife immediately noticed her pink cheeks and smile. “She really likes you, you are so sweet to her” and got a tear in her eye.
I’m ASHAMED.
I wasn’t nice, she wasn’t flush because she liked me. It was my hard cock against her face.

Ok, she is thrilled she could still give a guy a boner. No harm, right?
On the way home, my wife again mentioned I was so sweet and it would be the last time a man would hug her. I said she should have all the fun she can have for the last few days/weeks of life.

Ok.
Last time a man would hug her.
Last time to flash her pussy.
Last time to get a man hard.
Last time to feel cock against her face.

You fucking ML perverts. Never would I think those things. She’s old!! My MIL !

I did and I do.
I did and I do.

Last time for a man to caress her?
Last time for a man to touch her?
Last time for a man to touch her pussy?
Last time for an orgasm??

I did and I do.

I’d have my balls served for dinner if my family found out that I thought about this, let alone what just happened. My wife was encouraging me to give her affection, caressing her head and face etc. but sexually? No Fucking Way.

Her last days?
Did she think it was one time just for fun?
Am I reading way too much into this?
I should never mention/act on it in any way?
Maybe I should see how far MIL wanted to go?

I’ll be seeing her in a day or so.
I better figure this out before I do something I’ll regret: abusing an old woman or never taking the chance for a special farewell to life.

Fucking ML perverts. Me.

I won’t post anymore of this shit if you all think I’m way to fucked up or this is boring and doesn’t belong in ML.

HELP !!!
i stumbled across a video and cannot find it again, it was fairly recent.

it was about a step mom teasing his step son; subtly flashing him while his dad is next to her...
it looked as real as ive seen, it even included her walking out of the room and her taking her panties off..
one of the hottest clips ive seen in ages !!!
would love some help,

PS - i love these boards, i wank daily to you guys, thanks.

I grew up in a small town in West Texas. In the spring of 2001, when I was eighteen years old, my mother got a job in Northern California and she and my father, who owns his own business and could work from home, moved out there. Since I was finishing up my senior year of high school, my aunt said I could stay with her for the time being.
I had a great time those few months living with my aunt. She was in her late twenties and always felt like more of a sister to me than an aunt and she let me get away with pretty much anything as long as I didn't "come home dead." So it kind of surprises me now when I look back at it that I didn't even consider her offer to continue living with her after I graduated. I knew I wanted to get out of town. I was a liberal, indie as fuck hipster surrounded by a sea of vote Bush signs. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend and I felt like there was just nothing there for me anymore. I had long dreamed of moving to Austin (I place I had never, and still have never, been) where I would see shows every night, get amazing at guitar and obviously become a huge indie darling rock star.
Buuuuuuuuuuutt I had no money, terrible grades, and quite frankly, basically no motivation, so when my parents came out for my graduation I ended up going back with them to California. San Francisco seemed like a place where I could pretty much do anything I could do in Austin, and it would be free, so why not?
The first weekend there my parents took me to do all the touristy stuff in San Francisco. Coit tower, Alcatraz, Pier 39, we drove across the Golden Gate bridge. I even got to go to Amoeba records which was a dream come true. The next day they took me around the town they'd moved to, which I won't name (but people familiar with area will probably be able to figure out.) It's a little seaside suburb about a twenty minute drive from the city. It seemed nice, I even saw a couple punks hanging out at a bus stop. They bought me a bus pass and took me to the community college campus where they said I'd be going in the fall (yeah right.)
After that I spent the next couple days basically just doing nothing around the house, which really got on my dad's nerves. He made it very clear that it was time for me to get a job, something I'd never done before, and he dropped me off at a shopping center across the street from a beach.
I sort of made a half-assed atempt to collect applications - Safeway, Round table pizza, etc. I even got an interview right on the spot at a Hallmark store where the mean old lady doing the interview told me that I "didn't project the Hallmark spirit." Then I spent a couple of hours wandering around the beach, which had a seriously cool tidepool.
That night I got in a fight with my dad, and dear reader, please understand that this is a story of teen angst, I don't even remember what started it, though I'm sure it had to do with my non-answers about my job hunt that afternoon. I stormed out of the house saying I needed to take a walk and clear my head, knowing full well I would not be coming home that night.
I headed toward the beach, headphones on, Grandaddy's Sophtware Slump in the discman, camel menthol between my lips. I had planned to sleep on the beach, but was quickly finding out that my concept of California was off. It was cold as fuck. I was about to give up and go home when I was walking past a row of apartments, I wouldn't quite call it a complex, and I noticed one of them was having a loud party with people who looked about my age hanging out front.
A guy called me over to ask for a light. I hung out for a bit finishing my smoke and chatting. The people were nice, but not really my scene, kind of a beachy preppy thing going on, but when they asked me to stay I went for it. Free beer, and I was guessing I could probably get away with crashing on the floor. Why not?
There were way more people in that apartment than you could imagine is comfortable in a one bedroom, but I grabbed a Corona from a cooler and tried to make myself look like I was supposed to be there. A guy who recognized a Get Up Kids pin I was wearing tried to chat me up, he would end up becoming a good friend later, but at the time I was the perfect combination of nervous and pretentious and blew him off with curt responses.
A girl who I'd met earlier in the day at a video store while I was application hunting, and who told me I would definitley get the job because the manager "hired every pretty girl who applied" (*blush*) recognized me. I was talking with her for a while, again nice but I couldn't really imagine a lasting friendship forming, when a guy holding a video camera approached her followed by a group of guys. He said that he was filming a video called "P-Town Gone Wild" and offered her $20 to flash the camera.
She told him in no uncertain terms to fuck off. Then he turned his attention to me. I initially told him no thanks, but he kept pushing it. He eventually doubled his offer and another girl who'd already done it offered to do it with me, so being broke and not knowing what I was going to do tomorrow, I relented.
So on the count of three we flashed the camera. She was clearly more comfortable with it, she flashed for a good long time to uproarous cheers (the first time I'd seen pierced nipples in real life!) while I was pretty much a quick peek. He ended up making me do it three more times before he eventually gave me the money. I'd clearly lost the respect of the video store girl, but oh well.
I continued drinking and making small talk, when the girl with the piercings cornered me. She said that the guy with the camera was offering us $200 each if he could film us making out in the bedroom. I wasn't that into it, but she was being really aggressive, and while I don't by any means consider myself bi, I do have to admit that she was pretty cute and I was just drunk enough.
We went into the bedroom, ostensibly for privacy but it felt like the entire party was in the room with us. It was lit by a red light bulb and right away I was really uncomfortable, it felt like I'd entered into the Pink Room from Fire Walk With Me, or something. She immediatley stripped down to just her underpants, a thong that I believe had the Spitfire skate logo on it (a smiling flame,) and I froze. I had thought we were just going to be making out.
I tried to back out, but there was so much egging on that I eventually stripped down too. I got on the bed with her and we started making out to satisfyed cheers. She unhooked my bra and began sucking my tits.
A guy in the room was openly jerking off, which made the atmosphere even stranger. The onlookers seemed torn between watching two naked girls make out and making fun of the guy, who was perfectly average sized, for having a small dick.
Eventually the guy holding the camera whipped his out too (it was much smaller but no one dared say anything,) the girl broke away from me and started sucking his dick. I just sat there watching awkwardly when someone reached around from behind me and started squeezing my tits really fucking hard. I broke away and spun around and was met by another guy handling his dick.
He straight up just said "will you blow me?" He seemed kind of nervous which was cute and made me laugh a little, but I said yes. He sat on the bed and I struggled to pull his pants down a little further before I started going down on him. Someone behind me started rubbing my pussy through my panties, I never found out who it was.
When he came I swallowed it and was chastized by the guy holding the camera because "people want to see face shots."
Anyway, I was drunk enough to not realize that I only got paid $80 and was later embarassed enough that I let it go. I later learned that this guy, who pretty much no one liked, was a dealer who was trying to break into porn extremely unsuccessfully. The girl was his "star." I would meet her again year later under extremely different circumstances, our kids go to school together. We've exchanged knowing hellos but never actually talked about it (though my husband makes threesome "jokes" about her all the time.) I've never seen the video and am not even sure it exists, but if you've ever come across something from the early 00s called "P-Town Gone Wild" or "P-Town's Finest" or something you may have already seen my one and only onscreen credit where some critics say I was "hot but boring."
Eventually the cops broke up the party (long after the video was shot,) and they were actually pretty cool about it and just told everyone to go home. In a kind and unexpected turn, the girl from the video store offered me to stay at her place. Before you get to excited, the story doesn't go there - while I did see her boobs while she was changing, she just smoked me out and we talked for a while. She very nicely called me a whore, which, fair, was still pretty fucking rude and I came to realize we has some very different idealogical values and I realized I would never want to work with someone like her and consequentially never called the video store back when they reached out for an interview.
the next day I sheepishly returned home and went straight to my room, I was still pretty pissed at my dad. I called my aunt to ask her if her offer to stay with her was still available, I figured I'd get whatever job I could, head home ASAP and worry about all my stuff later. She said no. I'm not sure if her offer was ever actually sincere, or if she'd changed her mind upon actually being confronted with the reality of it, but either way change of plans.
I made a post on craigslist, which was way wilder here than at home. Admittedly bending the truth a little, I said that I had been kicked out of my house and needed a place to stay for a few days and attached a picture where I looked both innocent and was showing a healthy amount of cleavage. I wasn't totally naive, I had an idea of what I was doing, but I was emboldened by the night before and knew that I could put out if I absolutley had to. I had visions of a handsome young doctor or something taking me in and either we'd start a great affair or I'd at least get a few days to figure out what was next.
I'm sure I'm not surprising anyone when I say that is not the response I got and I put the idea aside.
Later that day my dad apologized to me. He asked me where I'd been all night and I told him a version of the truth "I stumbled onto a party and made some friends." But peace only lasted a while before he started getting on me about being a bum again, reigniting everything again.
When I checked my email that night the responses I had got to my listing were overwheling and ridiculous. But there was one, from a woman, that piqued my interest. She said that she'd been a similar situation when she was my age and was more than willing to give me a place to crash for a couple days.
I figured out the bus routes, which at the time felt like no small feat, and found my way to a BART station (kind of like a local train system.) I headed out to a place in the East Bay that I'd never even heard of before. The lady met me there. She seemed surprisingly normal, well put together in her late thirties. She took me to her place, a small but nice apartment. We got Taco Bell, drank wine, and chatted. It was really nice.
She told me her story. She'd gotten pregnant when she was a little bit younger than me and her very strict parents kicked her out and cut her off, and because of that she always feels a kinship to people who were in a situation like mine. I felt bad for stretching the truth, but was shitty enough at the time to take advantage of the situation.
It got late and she was ready to turn in. She said her son was not coming home that night, so I could sleep in his bed, but I would probably have to take the couch the next day. Cool. Sounds good to me.
Her son's room was a huge mess and kind of disgusting, like any young guy's room is I guess, but I could tell by his stuff, the posters on the wall, his CDs, that he was actually probably pretty cool.
When I woke up the next morning, there was a guy in nothing but a pair of boxers sleeping on the floor beside the bed. I was weirded out, but I assumed this must be the son and it was his room.
We had a nice day hanging out at the apartment. The son made a lot of jokes about his mom "taking in strays." He and I really hit it off, we had a lot in common. That night he and his friends took me to Berkeley to see a local band called the Locals (they would later change their name to the Matches, and are still a favorite band of mine to this day.) It was incredible! His friends were so welcoming and the show was so great.
After dropping off his friends we went and got drive through at Jack in the Box and just sat in the car and talked forever. I felt comfortable with him, so I told him about the party and what had happened. I was afriad he was going to judge me, but what actually ended up happening was that he fucked my brains out in the backseat of his car behind a grocery store. It was to that point the best sex I'd ever had in my life and remained so for several years.
We got back to the apartment super late, but the mom was still up. She was clearly just out of the shower and was not shy at all about me or her son seeing her tits. Just very casual "did you have fun? Oh great!" kind of stuff. This was *very* weird to me, but different strokes, right?
I slept on the couch, so that his mom wouldn't think anything untoward was going on. The next morning when I got up, I headed over to a nearby 7-11 for my morning coke slurpee, like you do, and when I got back to the apartment I ran into a neighbor.
She was kind and made small talk, "so you're staying with (woman's name?)"
"Yeah, I'm friends with her son." I stretched the truth a little.
She looked at me like I was crazy.
"She doesn't have a son? It's just the two of them, right?"
I immediatley felt a pit in my stomach, horror and deep, deep embarassment.
"Yeah, it's just a joke we have because he's so much younger."
I went in, grabbed my stuff and slipped right back out. I eventually found my way to the BART station after walking for a few miles and made my way back home.
And that, reader, is the craziest week of my life. I know it's not as wild as some of the stories that get posted here, but I've been feeling a need to share it.
I eventually did end up going to the community college that I swore I wouldn't, made for real friends with several of the people who were at that party (not the video store girl,) and ended up meeting the man who would become my husband pretty shortly after all of this. I never fucked with craigslist again.

I confess that I have fantasies about moms and their kids. Mom/son, mom/daughter. I love that shit. I also love pics and vids of schoolgirls flashing and being naughty at school.