Payback's A Bitch, Mom
Dear Lit. Forums,
So I'm writing a post here on Literotica, right. You know I have some dirty secrets to tell. I don't even care if you know my name, or where I live, or anything. I'm Cindy, and my dad's name is Carl, and my mom's name is Martha. If you ask me, Martha is a really ugly name. It fits my mom to a T because she's a very ugly person.
We live in this backwater town named Hemet, which is about an hour north of Temecula, in Southern California. Hey, if you want to come and pay me a house call, I live on 2171 West Florida, Hemet, Ca, 92543. I don't know why anyone would want to waste their time and drive out here, but whatever.
Hemet is the kind of place where you can't even sneeze and everybody in town is talking about it. About all there is to do out here is get drunk, get laid, and go lose money at the local casino, which is called Soboba, because you really want to know that. That's where I work, as a cocktail waitress who gets to wear a stupid gold and black uniform with black stockings.
I'm 18. I have sandy blonde and not dirty blonde hair. I have a decent enough figure, compared to how most of the women out here just let themselves go and pig out all the time. That's what my mom did. She let herself go for years and years. She's all bloated now and mad at me because I still have a waistline and she doesn't.
This is what happened that set me off, okay. One day about a month ago, I was at home with my dad Carl. He called me into the living room and said he wanted to talk to me. He gave me my cell phone, which I had been looking for all over the place and thought I'd lost. As it turns out, my mom had taken it the night before. While I was at work, she'd gone through it and seen some of my pictures.
Okay, now let me explain something to you. Hemet is surrounded by hills and mountains. Most of the year it's fucking hot as hell out here, and when it isn't hot it's freezing ass. On top of that, half of town smells like cow shit because of all the ranches. When the breeze is blowing the right way, the entire valley smells like cow shit.
What makes it worse is that people from Hemet don't like to do anything. They'll sit at home and fester, in a house that's also sitting and festering, in a town that's sitting and festering. People in Hemet just like to fester.
My friends and I, we like to go out and do stuff, just to get out of town. We'll hit up Temecula, or go to a casino that lets young people like me in, or if there's a concert going on in Coachella, we'll drive way out there.
What happened is that one day we drove out to this place in Palm Springs to have a good time. I went into the bathroom with a couple of my girlfriends. Since we were all screwing around and laughing anyway, we thought it would be fun to start taking selfies. These were PG rated selfies, okay. We posed and made faces at the mirror. We showed off our butts, with our pants still on, and we grabbed each other like lesbos and pretended we were making out. The worst that was in those pictures was that the three of us pulled up our blouses and showed off our bras, but that was it.
My mom stole my phone and went through my pictures, when she had no right to do that to me. She must have hit the roof, because she had to go and recruit my dad and tell him to confront me about it. Is it my fault that my mom got herself fat, and that she doesn't have any fun in her life like I am?
Well, my dad isn't the asshole that my mom is. All he really said was that I should be careful to not leave my phone where my mom can get it. I ended up blowing up at him anyway, because my mom had no right to go into my things and I needed to vent.
I went into my room and cooled off, and I started thinking about how I was going to get back at my mom. I'd already been thinking about moving out, but the rents are really expensive out here. I didn't trust that my friends would pay their share if we got a place together. I could have moved in with a guy, but that would have been even worse because the guys around here have like zero ambition. They sit around all day and smoke weed, and the ones that do work play video games all day when they're home. Some of these guys live in trailers, and I'm sorry, but trailers and me don't go together. I don't think so! It was going to take me months to save up for my own apartment. That meant that for the time being, I would have to stay home and suffer under my mom's roof and my mom's stupid rules. Why couldn't she just let me be myself?
I went over and apologized to my dad later, because it hadn't been his fault and I wasn't really mad at him. He said he understood the situation. I know he was having his own problems with my mom, because I heard them fighting more and more often.
When my mom came home, I stayed in my room. That wasn't enough for her, because she came in and started a big fight with me anyway. Once she was done venting, I knew I had to find a way to get back at her, a way that would sting her just like she was doing to me. I didn't come up with anything by the time I went to sleep.
My dad didn't have to work the next day. While we were having breakfast in the kitchen, which he made for us and not for my mother, I had a good talk with him. I asked him if he was fed up with my mother and he said he was. I asked him if he'd cheated on my mother, and I guess he felt like being honest when he answered. He said he'd never had sex with another woman while he'd been married, but that he had taken a coworker out to lunch and had ended up messing around with her once or twice.