Hanging out in Bettie's Bordello

As a young teenager, I often spent the weekends at my best friend Paul's house. He had moved out of my neighborhood and into an apartment complex across town. We got along well and since neither of us had many friends we spent a lot of time hanging out.

After spending a few weekends there I realized that Paul's mom was a different sort of woman. Betty had no modesty whatsoever, she had been caught having an affair with some cop, so Paul's dad divorced her and moved away. She was still dating the cop when I started hanging out over there. His name was Howard and he was actually a pretty cool guy.

On Saturday nights, Paul, his little brother Chip and myself would watch videos downstairs while Howard and Betty would screw upstairs.

They didn't screw normally either, they did it like retarded monkeys. Which included crazy hanging from the chandelier shit. We could hear the screaming, pounding and squeals of ecstasy for hours at a time. Howard must have been some crazy ex-porn star with an inflatable dick the way they would carry on.

Don't misunderstand me, there was NOTHING sexy about it, Betty looked like a bloated marshmallow on toothpicks and every "Oh god pound me you bastard" that echoed through the apartment made me cringe. I was fourteen years old at the time and even though I felt violated by the dirty gorilla porn going on upstairs, it was really bad for Paul's little brother that had no clue what was going on.

He was worried about his mom being hurt with all the screaming. We had to hold him down to keep him from going upstairs and getting blinded and permanently scarred from whatever horrific acts were occurring up there. Paul didn't have the heart to tell him what was really going on.

Betty's lack of modesty spilled over to other areas as well, She would call Paul into the restroom while she was buck naked,taking a shit and have him rub lotion on her. I felt so sorry for him. He would protest but, she would make his life even more miserable if he argued.

At night, I would sleep in the top bunk bed. I've always been a light sleeper and often times the phone would wake me up. One time about 5 am the phone rang and Betty walked in the room completely nude just holding a hand towel that barely covered one of her bloated tits. The picture of her lunar cratered ass is forever burned into my memory. I had never closed my eyes tighter before in my life. She stood there talking on the phone for an eternity it seemed. What made it even worse was the fact that she had a phone right next to her in the hall. I don't know why she had to come in and use ours.

We soon found out Betty liked to swing both ways, she had a group of girlfriends that would get together and have "dildo parties" Well... that's what we called em. Thank god she didn't have them in front of us. She would walk downstairs holding a huge greasy unwashed plastic dick, three or four porn tapes and tell us she would be at her friend bunny's house if we needed anything.

The good thing was that Betty, Howard and whoever else would often go on long fishing trips. We would have the apartment to ourselves for up to two weeks at a time. We never did anything wrong but we would clean up the place invite friends over, watch movies and play video games. Without crazy nympho orgy shit disrupting our young lives, we could actually have short periods of normalcy.

One morning during breakfast, I pushed aside a pile of pictures to make room for my cereal bowl. that's when I got a glimpse of Betty's dildo party photos. I had very little exposure to pornography before this and it was really unfair for the first time to be of friend's moms female orgy. She had no problem with leaving that stuff around and they stayed on the table for everyone to see.

Betty finally settled down with some rich rancher that lived a ways out of town, I doubt he knew what he was getting into. He was a white haired old guy with huge belly and Norman Bates issues. He didn't date until his mother died when he was 48 when Betty came along to take her place.

The last time I went out there I saw a set of his and hers cherry flavored edible underwear sitting on top of the TV.

I guess some things never change.