This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: First/Last
Talkin' 'Bout My Generation
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
Jennifer cannot believe the things she is discovering as she tidies up at her parent's house. She's not visited in a few years, and had forgotten the rat's nest of possessions, the crammed attic, the bursting cupboards, the stuffed drawers, the mountains of boxes and books.
Now, with Ma in the nursing home, and poor old Dad seemingly permanently in the psychiatric ward, it's her painful duty to clean up here, sell off what she can, give some to charities, and dump the rest, before putting the house on the market. This dull neighborhood, overlooked in the rush to the suburbs, is gentrifying lately, and it should fetch a good price.
She's working slowly, sensing that there are many items of value buried in the lange of junk. Just this morning, she had found a diamond necklace carelessly tucked in the pocket of an old-fashioned fur coat. The closets are stuffed with clothes from other eras, which must be worth something.
And then there are books. Was there anything they didn't buy? She's putting first editions aside, and has a dozen boxes already. Then there are the boxes of family photos, unmounted and in albums, the box of ornaments, the jewelry. She's going to have to make some room in her apartment.
Much of what she finds seems to date from after she left home, when they had even more money to spare. After a sneezing fit from the dust in the closets and book piles, she takes a break, in Dad's study. She has the wills, and several insurance documents, but who knows what else is squirreled away in here? Maybe some more financial stuff, some stockbroker records, share certificates? You just can't tell.
She opens a drawer. Old pipes, fossilized tobacco. Lighters.
Another drawer. Computer disks, some software books.
She looks at the old PC on the desk. Maybe I should fire it up. It takes an age, the hard drive clonking and wheezing. Oh Lord, Windows 3.1!
He was crazier than we suspected, she realizes with a shudder. Much crazier. Poor old bastard. And poor Ma, with this kook lurking in the next room.
Day one had been bad, discovering the ribbon-wrapped bundle of letters Ma had hidden in a shoebox in a closet. Letters from an assortment of lovers, male and female. But, hadn't she always known about that? Yes, but seeing the proof was different.
But this was unexpected. Quiet, pipe-puffing Dad had been a massive consumer of pornography. The PC files are crammed with blurry JPEGS. Cum shots, naked 'schoolgirls,' bondage scenarios. And now she looks, these stacked business magazines are only a veneer over a mountain of Hustlers and hardcore publications, all well-thumbed.
She feels like washing her hands.
Washing her brain.
So, maybe it's genetic, after all. Maybe this is where all my weird sexual hang-ups come from?
Daddy liked spanking and wide-open beavers. Mummy seemed to fuck anything that moved.
Aloud, she says: "They fuck you up, your mum and dad."
The End
© Copyright by Mara Maharakshasa, 2002. All rights are reserved by the author. Do not retransmit, store (except for personal use) or publish without permission.
Reviews
Abrat4you <abrat4you(at)aol(dot)com>
I could find no purpose for this entire story...after reading it...I just wondered why it was written...I guess I think of this site as more of a spanking site...not a porn site...so this story seemed out of place.
Anne <Ladyanne60(at)aol(dot)com>
This is an enlightened tale for Jennifer as she discovers where her true sexual discrepancies hail from. Among a myriad of treasure and trash a few nasty skeletons pop out of her Parents' closets. You never know what secrets you'll find when rummaging through someone else's house. In this case it was a few unexpected ones for Jennifer's taste. This story was told in such a vivid descriptions, down to the smallest details. One can almost picture this home stuffed with many collectibles that should have been thrown out years ago.
MollyB <mollyb(at)newsguy(dot)com>
I suspect a number of people will be able to relate to Jennifer or her parents. Too bad Jennifer can't feel better about her parents or herself.
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
An interesting change of style from this author. A slower paced story with some nice humour.