One day we (her, me, her son and his gf iirc) were drinking 40s and then they went to their bedroom to fuck around. She started fondling my pants right in the hallway. I was telling her it was fucked up and they could just come out of the room at any moment. She started giving me dome at the kitchen table. I was drunk and eventually we were in her bed and, ugh, this is terrible. I was on top, and then we 69'd and it smelled and tasted like tangy sour rotten salad with fish, I immediately stopped and she started riding me instead.
A few minutes later her son came in the door mid thrust and said "WHAT THE FUCK?!" "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME MOM?!" and stormed out(he might of actually said "again", I don't remember clearly, but other kids would say stuff about it and I'm pretty sure a friend of mine did something with her when we went out tagging one time). I wasn't waiting around, I just pulled my pants back on and then jetted. Fuck.
It was early in the morning, maybe 1 or 2a. This was like 2001, so I didn't have a cellphone or money anything and I was pretty far from home in a ghetto neighborhood in Sacramento (I had moved to Rocklin). I just went outside then hopped his backyard fence and sat next to his recycle and trash cans thinking of what to do. After a couple of minutes, he actually hopped over the same fence on the other side of the trash and went inside and didn't see me (we hopped the fence alot). I hopped back over and sorta walked around, I heard some gangster black dudes say something like "You lost homie?" (immediately thought of the scene in Menace II Society). And hollered back across the street "Nah, I'm cool." I swiftly walked over to the abandoned apartment building we would tag in and just sat around for a couple hours on some old bum pillow until daylight.
About then, I noticed there was blood all over my boxers and balls. Then my dad showed up and we drove home.
Apparently his mom called my dad to pick me up and he had come out a couple of times or something. I still don't know what she said or what happened when he showed up the first time etc. We didn't talk about anything on the ride home. Needless to say, I never went back over there.
PS - I guess it's also important to note that this was like the 2nd female I had sex with. And I totally blocked this from my mind and never told anyone about the details until today.




