As a teen (14-15) a friend of mines hooks up with some girls from Long Island, they have a small party maybe 30 people or so and the mom had a stripper pole in the basement. Everyone is drunk and I end up hooking up with my boy's date best friend. After a make out session and a frequently interrupted "mic check", we decide to play twenty one questions until another couple were finished and pass out.
The convo got deep and then, BLOAW my buddy busts in and said the girl's mom was coming down the street. It was scene out of Project X house was fugged more than 100 scattering through the streets.
I'm so thirst (14-15) we kiss each other goodbye and she says, just hide in the neighbors pool until the **** storm dies down and then sneak through the window to spend the night.
The yelling goes on for maybe 20 mins, cops were called and everything. It's quiet, so she texts me to come back. I climb through the window and get naked (still drunk and high) I slide under the sheets, kiss her ankle, then her thighs (O-M-G that smell I'll never forget), kiss her stomach and then her neck.
She wasn't saying anything and her hair appeared longer and fire red in the moon light (it was blond earlier), jokingly I say "stop pacing time wasting we in a house with a pole in the basement, I'm just kidding like Jason ...unless you gonna do it". Completely naked in between her legs and motorboating her and everything. THEN her nails gouge into my cheeks with one hand and there's a barrel of a gun in my cheeks mashing into my lips smudging against my teeth. A deeper much older voice says "well here's the pole I keep upstairs mother...!"
(Still in the dark) She's telling me get on my knees and she's calling the cops, I'm yelling I don't wanna die, she must've realized I was young and inches towards the light switch and flicks it on. "What are you doing in my house?" I thought you were Kragen ( the girl I met), she told me I could stay the night. By this time the girls bust in the door screaming, the gun goes off and I clutch my chest screaming, the carpet is smoking from the bullet. Girls QUICKLY explain everything. Still drunk I tell her "I came back for you" .... Mom yells "good now all three of you can get the **** out my house".
The mom called a cab but none came out that late 4am, she let me sleep on the couch and she slept out there and felt bad for me. We became cool, I cut her grass and helped with yard work until I was like 18. Kragen has two kids now, stay at home mom. We all still hangout sometimes, mom included. Mom tried to smash when I was 21, couldn't get it up the first time because I was still traumatized. We did a few months later though, we haven't told anyone. Including her new fiancee.
We get in my car to go back to campus after and a I'm Me by Lil Wayne comes on XM radio, she goes "OMG I LOVE DRAKE" :x
I would have mastered that situation. You did not master that situation.
