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I present to you, a story I will NEVER tell my mother:

As teenagers, I believe my mother’s biggest issue with me was how wasteful I was with our bath towels. Every night that I would shower, take m towel to my room, then throw it on the floor, then the next night I’d grab a new one. I had no clue how wasteful this was and how much of a pain running out of towels was (and laundry in general) until I moved out. Sorry, mom. Any given day, you could find an average of 5 to 10 towels covering my bedroom floor. One day, that spread came in handy... for me. My mother went out with her friends one night, a rarity for her. She was very much a homebody. I told her I was going over to my friend’s house, but really I was using the time to have sex with my boyfriend in my bed. Having to sneak around in cars, barns, and various locations was such an inconvenience. Ah, the pains of teenage love. I was 18 years old at the time. He came over, we had mediocre sex (we were 18, what did we expect?) when we were finished (mere minutes later), he pulled out and there was blood all over his dick. I’d started my period. How embarrassing for my teenage self (now that I’m in a long term relationship I care far less). I grabbed one of my many towels off the floor, an old raggedy, white towel, and handed it to him and left the room to take care of myself. He wiped off his period-blood dick, and little did I know, three the towel back on the floor. Because I was a wasteful little shit, I didn’t care to check where the towel had gone. I completely forgot about it. Days later, my mom was getting ready for a family dinner when she called my back to her room. She and I were always squabbling over something so I was sure this was a lecture I didn’t want to hear. I walked back there and before I got to her room, she began lecturing me on not wasting towels unless I wanted to be the one solely responsible for doing laundry. A lecture, I knew it. But when I rounded the exit we into her room, I noticed the towel on her head, wrapping up her wet hair. She said, “I had to get this towel off your bedroom floor because there are no clean towels. What is this towel stained with anyways?” Yes, if you’re wondering if it was the period-blood dick towel, you’d be correct. I could make out the shape of his dock if I looked hard enough. Fuck me. I panicked.”must be a stain from the laundry,” I lied. I was scared, mortified, and in shock. But mostly I wanted to laugh. Hard. I left the room quickly and lost it. I can’t believe that happened. I will never be able to tell her this story. She can never know that she wrapped up her clean, wet hair in the towel that had the leftovers of my teenage sex juices combined with my period blood and whatever else was on my my boyfriend’s dick.

Sarah wrote: "I present to you, a story I will NEVER tell my mother:

As teenagers, I believe my mother’s biggest issue with me was how wasteful I was with our bath towels. Every night that I would shower, take ..."

this is hilarious