Hell hath no fury

When I was 13 I was sleeping over one night at a friend of a friend’s house. I took one look at the mother and fancied her. She was of a slim figure, good genetics, hair tied back in a ponytail and wearing stilettos, the stilettos would feature prominently later on. The friend of a friend had a brother who was a bit older than us about 17. The hot mother came into were we were and said “Don’t make too much noise, don’t wake up the baby, if you wake up the baby….” This was a threat, I knew from my own mother who I love dearly but I knew from my own mother that when a mother of boys issues a threat it is carried out Anytime my brother and I were fighting, exchanging blows, boys will be boys, my mother would go fucking wild, full blown female psychosis, grab whatever came to hand, let’s say a tennis racquet and swing wildly at us. Like everything in life I never took it personally. I thought it was only my mother, that this was only in my house.  Back to the sleepover, boys will be boys, we were messing and the 17 year old brother accidentally knocked a glass over onto the floor. The noise woke the baby up, the baby started crying, the hot mother flew into were we were, took off one of the stilettos and in a moment of  full-blown female psychosis beat the fuck out of the 17 yr old with the stiletto. ” Didn’t I  fucking tell you not to wake the baby, didn’t I fucking warn you” she screamed whilst raining down blows on the 17 year old with the stiletto. Nobody made a sound for the rest of the night. I still fancied her though, Yes, I like a woman with spirit!