RE: FLASH BACK SEQUENCES-All Characters in this story are of legal age.
"Aw shit." I found a text on my phone from my mother asking that I come over and do some yard work. It had been months since I was booted out of the house after being outed to my parents as a pornographer.
I was at once the black sheep of the family excoriated for a line of work I'd gotten into completely by accident. It was lucrative monetarily but devastating to my social life inside the family, especially my father's side. We still hadn't talked since he did a drive by dress down of me via phone at my most vulnerable. I'd ended up retaliating by taking his live-in sugar baby and her mother the following day. Humorously, that mother turned out to be a better lay than her shitty, covertly drug addicted daughter, Erica Walton. I did a number on the elder Ms. Walton too.
None of it mattered in the long run when my father jettisoned the daughter as a liability revealing a hidden third woman he was presently dating on the low. We never talked about it, but I received a second text driven repudiation from my mother days later saying he'd snitched on me in one form or another. This broke what was left of our years long acrimonious relationship, making me feel that my own father was intimidated by me in some respects. It felt as if he were hiding under my mother's skirt post years long divorce. I went about my life behind an invisible wall determined one day to confront him face to face or wreak havoc on him again eventually.
"Time to make the donuts." I mumbled to myself half falling out of bed after a late night editing some surplus footage for my website.
I spent almost all of my free time working on my passion, sometimes walking about my new home carrying a laptop, even on the toilet every now and then. Today was no different as I put some coffee on before dragging said laptop to the bathroom where I began editing up some more footage involving "Mz. Giggles" doing her version of a runway walk down the corridor of my nigh wealthy uncle's home wearing this really short spaghetti strap sundress. It was white with tiny rose prints all over the material. This coupled with the "Peg Bundy" styled bouffant wig on her head made for a compelling onscreen character out of the norm.
It was another coincidental wealth of riches as I sort of a trade with my uncle's third wife Esther after accidentally discovering her gold-digging status. Her thick extremely bottom-heavy figure became the Darkhorse attraction on my website after a weekend shooting a ton of footage and just having a grand old time enjoying a weekend affair that would've had the family put a hit on me if discovered. We talked on text (Burner Phones) from time to time trying to find time for another round of shoots, but nothing materialized yet. On my laptop screen she was presently doing innocuous things like household chores washing dishes, laundry and vacuuming with a vintage model all while eventually losing that dress ending up completely nude slathered in baby oil.
I added some vintage styled film scratches to the footage which was drained of color leaving things in black and white monochrome. The choice was motivated out of creativity and necessity keeping the discretion of our clandestine working agreement. Esther's face was kept hidden behind a subtle mosaic shot in profile three quarter views and slightly out of focus from a distance adding to her allure. The trailer had been left up for a few months with message coming in my comments section about whether this "old model" was still working. My ruse thus successful, I'd let the audience do the work for me openly guessing about the origins of the footage.
This particular segment was nearly thirty minutes of leering footage as she went about her day, which ended with a good ten minutes of her being absolutely railed in that corridor, kitchen and eventually a guest bedroom. I did something with the sound design making it gradually ramp up almost into loud stereo quality claps of her big, floppy giggly cheeks. The money shot was spectacular looking with these geyser level bursts finishing things off quite nicely. I decided to add two extra minutes of Esther showering with the thin plastic curtain drawn. This made her a distorted silhouette but gave the audience a good impression of her curves. I finished editing and uploading the clip before I'd showered and left the bathroom.
Strains of "Mass Appeal" by Gang Starr filled the modest Honda Civic provided to me by my landlord Mr. Gilbert. The conditions for its use were its upkeep and making sure the gas tank was always full. The car had been provided to his daughter by her beau the aptly referred to "Motherfucking Jay Stello" as a means to bridge the states wide gap between them for clandestine hookups. Somehow Mr. Gilbert ended up in custody of the titular vehicle, bequeathing it to me for use as long as I was a tenant in his former home. He converted it into a rental property after moving out of state to live happily ever after with his love Tressie Fisher and her little cousins in a makeshift nuclear family.
It was a little overcast out as I made it to my mother's house pulling into the alley next to the garage doors. The paragraph of text used to prompt me into servitude said the door had been left unlocked allowing me access to the lawnmower and other yard tools. I hopped the fence getting into the garage easily enough letting up the door before turning up my car music. Petey Pablo's "He spoke to Me" provided a soundtrack to my actions as I racked up errant leaves and garbage before breaking out the gas powered mower taking care of the front yard fairly quickly.
"YOU MOVING BACK IN?!!" I looked up from my work finding one of my neighbors, Tammy Mosley sitting on the front steps of her two story home watching my progress.
She had to be eighteen at this point, but her mother still dressed her in disparaging fashion hoping to dissuade any number of male suitors around the way, but some thirsty guys still hollered anyway much to her and her grandmother's chagrin. Her grandmother had been my nemesis for a time right before I was kicked out. The nosey old bitty made a nuisance of herself reporting the comings and goings of the various women visiting me at that time. Part of me felt she'd set the table by painting a negative portrait of me to my mother in calls to her during work hours while I was entertaining.
I ignored the question, going back to mowing the lawn as she watched from across the street.
"HEY MAN?!!" Tammy shouted indignantly at being ignored, getting me to switch off the mower again to regard her.
"YEAH, WHAT?!" I shouted back arms spread, shrugging.
"YOU MOVING BACK IN YOUR MOMMA'S HOUSE?!" Tammy asked again, giving me another chance to capitulate to her equally nosey inquiry.
I started the mower up again after pondering things for a minute or two resuming my work. Her screen door loudly slammed moments later making me smirk to myself. There was no telling if she was just keeping up the family pastime or actually asking me a question. I continued mowing the lawn shifting to the side of the house before starting in our modest backyard when she appeared outside the fence on the sidewalk. I flinched the moment I noticed because we'd never been this close in proximity before for the duration of my entire time living there.
"Why you so mean; I just asked you a question?"
"Tell your grandmother to come over here and ask me herself Tammy."
"AW MAN, I AIN'T ON THAT STUFF!!"
"Really?" I raised a brow showing my disbelief as I began mowing the lawn.
"Yeah, I just uhm, wanted to know if you were coming back around because...uh, you're cool." She sounded as if she were twisting in the wind setting off a few alarms in my head.
"I don't want no trouble with your people; you go on home now." I wasn't even going to mince words with this youngster obviously hot in the pants.
"We just talking; what, my momma out in Miami getting her butt done so it's cool right? Granny sleep right now and she ain't coming downstairs with her bad hip. She fell down the front steps last week so I'm here watching her for momma."
"Wrong."
"Huh?"
"You over here watching me, Tammy; I'm just cleaning up the yard and I don't want no foolishness with your granny. You know that shit, and I ain't trying to catch a case talking to no shorties." There was a flash of emotion on her face reacting to a perceived insult.
"I ain't no shortie; I'm nineteen man!"
"Right." I replied smugly, still mowing the backyard under her gaze.
"I always get that mess from people; I can't help looking like a shortie." I was chuckling as she ranted folding her arms all put out by my dismissive attitude.
"Is that right?"
"Stop laughing, you wanna see my id, huh?" Tammy produced the card from her back pocket carrying it around like a wallet which made me laugh more as I switched off the mower walking over. Her googly eyed countenance and slight gap in her front teeth reminded oddly enough of a porn actress name Halle Hayes before she got progressively excessive amounts of plastic surgery significantly changing her appearance forever.
The same was true of her lean looking frame with budding tits poking the front of the white t-shirt covering her chest. Tammy wore some distressed stonewashed overall shorts over the shirt with tasseled ankle socks and white canvas sneakers. The visual finesse by her mother was real as I glanced at her little girl hairstyle four ponytails replete with colorful barrettes. I chuckled as I took a look, finding that she was indeed all of nineteen years of age.
"I could have sworn you were probably seventeen or eighteen; didn't you graduate from high school this year?"
