text: Location: Long Island A beautiful Italian girl that I'd been dating for quite a while had an even more beautiful but ever psychotic mother. I knew she was crazy, but had I just looked up her last name on google or asked around town I'd have had a better idea of what I was getting myself into. For the sake of the story let's called my girlfriend Gabriella and her crazy overprotective mother Jamie. For the first two months I was dating Gabriella, Jamie would want to be with us on nearly every one of our dates. If Gabriella came over to my parents house (where I lived at the time), Jamie would show up randomly and ask my parents to please send us downstairs so as to interrupt whatever we might be doing upstairs. To say that I didn't get laid was an enormous understatement. It literally happened maybe twice in the beginning of the relationship. Due to her mom's unbelievable behavior I hadn't been laid even once in months. While I saw her mother's behavior as incredibly red flagged, I was truly bewitched by my girl and was willing to put up with all of it in hopes that one day she would ease up and things could be normal. One day, during a time where I was really just about at my wits end with all that was going on, that day revealed itself. Her mom called me and gave me the chance I had been waiting for. She called me and told me she was going out for the night and that I was welcome to stay over alone with Gabriella and her little sister. The stipulation was that we were not allowed in Gabriella's room. Eager for this opportunity for so long, of course I accepted. Little did I know what exactly I was about to get myself into. It was around 8PM when Jamie left. It was around 8:30 that with her little sister, 12, asleep on the couch in the next room, Gabriella pulled my dick out from my shorts and started blowing me. I knew what a fucking terrible idea this was but I felt like a starving dog, bound at the legs with food placed in front of it's nose that it couldn't eat for months. That dog had finally been unchained and couldn't resist. Jamie had just left and wasn't going to be back for at least a couple of hours anyway, we were okay. Gabriella took me by the dick, brought me into her room, pushed me onto her bed and mounted me. We fucked for hours, I put my hand over her mouth so as to not wake up her sister. We lost track of time, losing ourselves in the alone time we had both hoped would happen for so long now. We were good to go for at least a couple of more hours when at an unknown time we both heard the front door open... This is where I learned the meaning of the expression "stuck holding my dick in my hand". In record time that I didn't even know I was capable of, I had most of my clothes on but just barely. Gabriella on the other hand had not even moved a little bit, she was in shock. Jamie, quickly realizing what was going on attempted to open Gabriella's door. Gabriella yelled "Don't open the door!" and Jamie (who I forgot to mention is a legitimate black belt) said "Like hell I won't" and literally kicked the door down. To my amazement, Jamie begins beating the shit out of Gabriella which I knew was my cue to fucking run. While my girlfriend is getting her ass supremely whooped I creep out of the room to which Jamie yells to some men standing in the hallway "I might need you to help me bury this piece of shit" (She was talking about me guys).The men, looking more embarrassed for me than anything, said nothing as I scurried out the front door to run home (I lived a block away at this point). As I walked out of the house I see at least two men waiting in an SUV outside the house yelling inside asking what's going on. Jamie runs out of the house and yells "get the fuck back here" and Gabriella grabs her moms arm to try and stop her from chasing me. Jamie cocked back and beat the everliving shit out of Gabriella until her grip on her arm gave and allowed Jamie to resume chasing me before catching up with me down the block. Jamie told me that now I was going to pay for what I'd done. She walked ahead of me in the dead of night down to parent's house house where she nearly kicked my door in before my dad opened the window and yelled down that if she didn't leave he would start shooting. She looked me in my eye, told me I'd made the biggest mistake of my life, and walked off. It was days after this that I'd begun reading into my girlfriend's mother, asking around town, and figuring out that my life was seriously in danger. But the worst part... I never even got to bust.