Summary My girlfriend's mom came around today, so I decided to see what I could get away with.

Body I came home from the gym. She and her mom were on the couch, drinking coffee and chatting. I stank. I gave my girl (Betty) a solid kiss and her mom (Mom) a peck on the cheek. They were talking about Mom's newest failure. Her now-ex, Tron, had played her fucking hard, they say while I mix protein. This manipulative asshole broke up with her after collecting all of her paychecks for the last couple months, then kicked her out with only a few bucks. He didn't give a fuck, Mom lamented. Of course, we see that Tron is simply an alpha scumbag at work, hustling some dumb woman who should have known better. And Mom was correct: he didn't give a fuck. It took me awhile to internalize IDGAF. Something about disregarding external opinion unsettled me, my morals especially. I read a phrase on this sub recently that said, "You are not responsible for her happiness." Further, I recall St. Patrice elaborating on the idea that a woman in the audience was way too comfortable, that her man beside her wasn't making her uncomfortable enough. More often I'd hear myself saying, ...and what's she going to do about it?, or, I can do whatever the fuck I want. Slowly but surely, I got to this point in my life where I'm just pushing buttons to see what happens, and that brings us to this field report. I was on the outskirts of the conversation, just making myself present. I'd chime in here and there. Mostly I was just trying to think of ways that I could make Betty uncomfortable. I'd get Mom laughing and glance at Betty and you could see her little face screw up with jealousy. Of course, Mom being fresh out of a devastating break up was being too friendly with me, to which Betty took note. Flirting Mom gave me all the momentum I needed. It wasn't long before I had Mom kino-ing the shit out of me, giving me fuck-me eyes, talking about partying and getting fucked up. She mentioned that she hasn't gotten high in months, intending to sound like an accomplishment, but I knew better. I packed a bowl, and hit it. Betty hates that I smoke during the workweek. That just gives me more reason to do it, honestly. Imagine now, Betty's mom, drifting back towards my bedroom, away from her quietly outraged daughter, drawn to the scent of dank bud. It's hilarious. Betty protests each time we pass the bowl. She's mad, but also at a loss for herself. Her sweet boyfriend is toking up her mom. Her distraught mother is flirting with her boyfriend. Why isn't he doing what I tell him? she must have been wondering. She's mad, but fuck, if that pussy of hers isn't tingling bad. I see that grin hiding and I know she's turned on. Mom's real appreciative of the weed and gives me a kiss on the corner of my mouth before she leaves. I shut the door behind her and turn around to Betty, still wearing that grin. She had something to say about her mom getting handsy, so I told her maybe she oughta be getting handsy. I throat fucked her on the couch in the spot her mom was sitting and busted on her smiling face.

Lessons Lift: shows you take care of yourself. Shows you're capable. Shows dem guns. IDGAF: Do whatever you want as long as you're enjoying it. Don't apologize, don't censor yourself. LTR dread: Its as easy as just making her uncomfortable. Once the ball is rolling, the tingles follow.