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Busted Parents: 2 Stories “Do as we say, not as we did.” Based on a post by yellowjacket66. Listen to the Podcast at my First Time. Her Parents Caught Us Naked But Haley and I discovered their shameful secrets. "I'll rip your fucking dick off; and stuff it down your fucking throat, if you knock-up my daughter." It was Mr. Boyd Summers, the father of my girlfriend Haley. He was very angry. Haley and I, both 18, having recently graduated from high school were sitting in her parents' kitchen listening to the diatribe from Haley's father. Haley spoke up, "Daddy, we're not doing anything like that. Please don't say things like that." Mr. Summers continued, he was drunk and pissed-off. He ranted at me, "Don't you tell me you're not fucking my daughter!" But I hadn't told him I wasn't fucking his daughter; his daughter had. She continued to defend herself. "Daddy, please! Josh and I have not been having sex." Mr. Summers said, "Bull; shit! Don't lie to me, little girl." "I'm not lying." She said. Haley was now crying. Mrs. Summers entered the fray, "Boyd, don't speak like that to your daughter." He said, "She's just a slut! Just like you and your sister." Mrs. Summers ignored the words and calmed him down. "Boyd, sit here! Let your daughter explain herself." Oh boy, this would have to be a good explanation. Mr. Summers sneered, "Okay, explain how you and this asshole” Boyd sneered at me; “Came home naked? What were you doing, reading poetry to each other?" He was drunk and angry. I could see his point, though. Haley and I had showed up at the front door to her house, buck naked. It was a Saturday night in late May, and I had picked her up for a date at 6:30. We left, fully clothed, only to return at 1:30AM, without our clothes. Seeing their slender, beautiful daughter, naked with some kid, had to be an incredible shock to her parents. I walked her  from the driveway to her front door. It was locked because we violated curfew. Haley had knocked on the door and we both retreated to hide behind some shrubs. My plan was to get the hell out of there once Haley had contacted her mother and gotten inside the house. Her mom opened the door, to find no one on the porch. The conversation went like this; "Pist, Mom. Can you get me a coat. I'm cold." Her mother said, "Well come inside. Why are you hiding?" Haley said, "I lost my clothes. Someone stole them." "Where's Josh?" "He's out here too." I had asked her to just go inside and not involve me. It would only make things worse if she were naked and with me. "Does he have clothes on?" Haley answered, "No. They stole his clothes too." That's when Haley's dad came outside. "Helen, Wha da fuckis going on?" He asked. We could tell immediately that he'd been drinking. Haley's mom explained; “Boyd, Haley and her boyfriend were saying their clothes had been stolen.” "Whah dah fuck!" He said. Haley said to me, "Josh, Let's just go to your house." I imagine my mom would be more receptive to me bringing home a naked girl. She probably expected shit like that from me. Haley's mom said, "No. Get in here; both of you!"  "I don't want Daddy to see me naked." Haley protested. Boyd said, "Why not. Probably half the city has seen you naked." Anyone on the block could have heard Boyd announce his daughter's nakedness. He was hot, and getting hotter. But he didn't actually want to see his daughter naked, so he turned and went in the house while Mrs. S got a couple of coats from the closet and handed them to us in the bushes. She gave Haley a long coat, but I had just a short coat that really didn't cover my ass and my dick was sticking out. Having a girl's mother see your cock is not going to create a favorable impression. It was enough to get us in the house. Mrs. S got a pair of her husband's work pants for me, and a sweatshirt. Haley went to her room and put on some clothes. We were hoping that would be the end of it, but Mr. S called her down to the kitchen and told me to sit my ass down. That's when he threatened to cut my dick off and shove it down my throat. He was a big, rough guy, and I believed him. Anyway, Haley and I tried to explain what had happened. She told the story, the G-rated version. "Josh and I went to the movies and afterward we were driving around talking." Partially true, we'd gone to the drive-in where we had necked furiously through the entire movie. Neither of us could remember what the flick was about. I was playing with her naked tits the entire time. She continued, "After the movie, we drove around for a bit. We just like to drive around and talk about things." We were looking for a place to park. It was years ago, before cell-phones and the internet. Haley continued, "You remember the old rock quarry out past Hooverville, where we would swim during the summers." Her mom and dad nodded. "I convinced Josh to go swimming. It was such a nice night and I remembered all the good times when you had taken us there when we were kids." She was sucking-up to them, playing the little daughter but not emphasizing that she went swimming while naked with her boyfriend. I spoke up and said, "It was my idea to go swimming. It wasn't, but I was trying to shield Haley's honor. She said, "No, it was my idea. We didn't have swim suits, so I convinced Josh we should skinny-dip. He didn't want to, but finally gave in, because it was very dark and he didn't want me to get hurt and not be able to help. We'd never done anything like that before.”  I hoped they believed it. This part about it being her idea was true. When Haley suggested we both strip and go swimming, it actually didn't take me more than a second to agree. We'd been to the drive-in movie. We'd gone there on dates half-a-dozen times. We'd graduated from just kissing to where I stripped Haley to the waist and spent a couple of hours playing with her fascinating tits. I took my shirt off too. I also had my hands in her pants, playing with her virgin pussy and rubbing her smooth, soft ass. I sucked her tits and put my fingers inside her. She pulled on my cock. She had gotten me off many times. She would use her hands to satisfy me, which avoided my urge to go further. She would come too. Her crotch would get so warm that I couldn't believe it. We steamed up the car windows, which obscured our view of the movie, but we didn't care. We were young and in love. After the movie, we drove around as we said. The quarry she mentioned was a popular 'make-out' spot where teens like us would 'park'. Haley continued telling her folks, "We were swimming, when a couple of guys saw our car and pulled up. Then they saw our clothes on the hood of Josh's car, and took them." It was true. We were swimming in the cool deep water, and when a few guys we knew from school showed up. They knew my car. "Hey Josh. What are you doing?" One of them said. It was a guy named Eddie. He called a few times and I said, "I'm just taking a piss." "Bullshit. Your clothes are on your car. Are you taking a piss or whacking off." "Okay. I'm just swimming. I'll talk to you guys next week." Eddie asked, "Are you alone?" I said I was, but he said, "Well is this your bra and panties on the hood of your car." I begged them to just be on their way, but they were enjoying their mastery of the situation. "Who's with you?" "None of your business. Please just leave us alone." He said, "It must be Haley Summers in there with you. Her ID is in her jeans." His friend john said, "She must be naked. I'd like to see that." I said, "We are wearing swim suits (a lie)." Carl, another of the guys said, "Why don't you two come out and say hello. You must be getting cold in that water." It was true. The water was very cold. My dick had shriveled to the size of a peanut. We both had goosebumps and Haley's nipples were hard, like little pebbles. The banter went back and forth with them wanting us to come out and me trying to get them to go away. Haley asked them to please leave. I offered money, but they weren't interested and I didn't have much anyway. It was a stalemate, but we were in the losing position. We were shivering from the cold water. Finally, they said, "We'll wait over here by our car while you two come out." Haley was very cold and said, "Let them see. I really don't care. We won't see them again since school is over." We had graduated and probably wouldn't cross paths with the three guys very often again, although two of them were juniors and would undoubtedly spread salacious stories around school next year. It pissed-me-off that they would say embarrassing things that might detract from Haley's reputation, but we had no options. So, I went first. Haley hung back in the bushes. They had taken our clothes from the car hood, including my wallet and the car keys. I tried to talk them into returning my stuff, but they wouldn't do it. I was embarrassed, standing there naked. They'd seen me naked after gym class. Haley was the prize. "We want to see Haley naked." Eddie said. John said, "I want to see those titties of hers that she flaunts around school." Haley was a very popular girl. She had a killer body and a nice set of boobs. Many young men drooled over her. She'd only started at our school for her senior year (and was 18), but had attracted many invitations for dates. She went out with a number of guys, but she wouldn't 'put out', so the more lecherous dudes left her alone. I was in American History class next to her, and asked her out in a moment of rare courage. She accepted and we had been 'going steady' for the last four months of the school year. As time went on, we did more and more, but she had limits and I proceeded very cautiously, not wanting to disrespect her; but damn, she made me hot. Haley was a young woman with glands and sexual desires too. We hadn't had sex. She was telling her daddy the truth. We sure were proceeding toward it though. She wanted to wait at least until we had graduated; and I had agreed. Anyway, Haley finally had to walk out naked and the assholes shined a light on her, seeing her pretty naked body. She tried to cover-up, but with limited success. She had one hand covering her pussy, and the other arm over her breasts, but everything else was exposed. I'll bet they all went home and whacked-off, thinking about her. She stood there for a moment then hid behind my car. They wouldn't give us our clothes, but did return my wallet and keys and Haley's ID. Eddie put the items on a rock and then insisted that Haley walk over to get them. She was angry and embarrassed, but gave them their show. They could see her tits when she picked up the items. She dropped my wallet and needed both hands to hold everything, so the jerks had a glimpse of her pussy. They finally drove away with our clothes. I'm sure Haley's panties were their most popular trophy. They were wet with her scent, perfume and the secretions from her pussy during our hours at the drive-in. Haley was upset. She knew an unknown number of boys would be fondling and sniffing her panties. I lamented my inability to recover them somehow. On the other hand, after a few minutes, Haley became highly aroused, over being exposed to other people. She didn't say anything but she was hot when I kissed her. It was our first hint of her exhibitionist tendencies. Those guys had seen her naked, but I was the one taking her home. Haley had told her mom and dad a sanitized version of the events at the quarry; she said; “Somebody stole our clothes but we hadn't seen who it was.” Her dad wasn't satisfied and was skeptical of everything she had told them beyond the fact of Haley and I showing up naked at their door. The tables Turn. He ranted, "Helen, your daughter is going to get knocked-up, then what?" Haley had gotten into a good college and her dad was afraid she would get pregnant and mess up her future. Helen said, "Boyd. She's not going to get pregnant. She'd told you she's not having sex with this boy. Why don't you believe her." He said, "I know what goes on with kids these days." She said, "They're smarter than we were." He grumbled and Helen said, "Here you are yelling at this boy about whether he's doing the same things you did when you were his age. I don't think he's pressing her to have sex like you did with me." Some family secrets were coming out. Haley looked at her mom. Mrs. S said, "Go ahead, Boyd, tell your daughter how you begged me to let you screw me and how you got me pregnant and I had to quit college. Your daughter is smarter than I was." Whoa, too much information, but it explained his suspicions. Haley, angry with her dad, pushed the issue, "Daddy, did you have sex with Momma before you guys were married?" Mr. Summers was being confronted by his daughter, tried to avoid answering, but she was agitated. Helen volunteered, "They called it fucking back then, just like they do how. Tell them Boyd, how you had to marry me; or my daddy would've cut your dick off and shoved it down your throat." Boyd was finally stymied. "We shouldn't be talking about this in front of Haley." Haley said, "Jennie and I used to wonder about how Benjamin was born only five months after you guys got married. You told us he was premature. He sure was." Haley was laughing now. Her mom joined her. “No wonder you assume everybody does it! Truth is, you did it!” It finally broke her daddy's angry mood and he began to laugh. “Go ahead, Helen, let your daughter know everything. Tell your daughter what a slut you were.” Helen laughed too. She walked around the table and stepped behind Boyd, then slid her hands down inside the collar of his tee shirt; and said; "Your daddy couldn't keep it in his pants, once he met me. Damn right I was irresistible, wasn't I Boyd." He just meekly said, "You were, oh boy, you were." Then he reached around and slapped her ass. They realized they were saying too much. Boyd pulled Helen's arm around and gathered her on his lap. The two parents seemed to lose interest in us kids. After a few minutes, Helen said, "We're going to bed. You kids can watch TV downstairs. Just keep quiet. See you tomorrow." I sensed that they had urges to satisfy. I was following Haley to the staircase when Boyd called me to the side and handed me something. It was a three-pack of condoms. He tried once more to put his game face on and said, "My warning stands." They went off. Haley looked up at me from the bottom of the stairs, relieved that it was over, at least for now. Then, we reflected. Her parents had just confirmed they were going to leave us alone in the basement game room, and her dad had given me a 3-pack of rubbers. Haley laughed and asked me to help pull out the hide-a-bed. We found a movie on TV; another movie that we weren't going to watch. I got comfortable and she went back up to the kitchen to make popcorn. I was sitting back on the hide-a-bed with my naked body under the sheet and quilt, thinking I was going to give Haley a delightful surprise. I was just watching the movie when I heard her coming, and looked her way when she reached the bottom of the stairs. She had a bowl of popcorn, but that was all. She was naked. I looked at her firm young breasts; her flat stomach with her sexy navel; the furry dark triangle of hair on her pussy; her toned thighs; her tanned legs; her glimmering long hair; her smile; and her pretty face. I was transfixed by the most wonderful thing I had ever seen. My very own girlfriend, naked and walking toward me. She put down the refreshments and crawled up, straddling my lap and put her breasts in my face. I ran my hands over her back and her tender ass-cheeks. My cock was hard, of course and she soon discovered my complete state of undress. I nuzzled her breasts and licked her nipples. I said, "Are you sure we should be doing this?" She said, "Didn't you just hear them tell us they were going to leave us alone as long as we don't make too much noise?" I wasn't sure they meant it that way, but I nodded. She moved down and pulled on the sheet. My horny young cock popped out. I reached to the lamp table and got a condom. I started to open it. "You don't need that." Haley said. "Why not. I don't want your daddy to cut my dick off and shove it down my throat." She said, "I'm on the pill. Momma took me to the doctor last month. She said she couldn't tell me what to do anymore since I was an adult; and that I should never be dependent on some horny boy having a rubber when he needs it; or pulling out of my pussy before he comes." I was experiencing a lot of new surprises, tonight. I just looked at Haley, speechless. "Momma told me not to tell Daddy. He doesn't know. It would upset him so much. I think he wants me to stay his little girl until I'm past menopause!" Haley leaned in and kissed me passionately. I had one hand on her soft tit, and my other hand on her soft ass. Then she decided to move straight to the feature presentation. She slid her pelvis down onto me, using her hand to guide my straining cock into her smooth, warm vagina.  It was the first time for both of us, and it felt marvelous, like nothing I had ever experienced. My Cock was squeezed in the sleeve of her cunt, and I felt a sensation along the entire length of my dick, massaging and stimulating it. She kissed me and humped her hips, riding my cock. It didn't take me long. My cock had dreamt of being inside a pussy for its entire life, and wouldn't wait any longer. I felt my semen build up and my balls began to contract; then I exploded into Haley's spasming cunt. The release was amazing. We were both panting and sweating from extreme arousal. Unbelievable! We kissed and held each other. I apologized for coming so soon. She told me not to worry, because we were going to do it again. "My daddy gave you three condoms, so he expects you to screw me three times tonight." I was pretty sure that was not his intent, but I said. "Well, I certainly don't want to piss him off, do I?" We made love a second time and then a third. We made good use of the couch in the recreation room while the television played a movie; we had no idea what it was. I relished Haley for the entire night. The second time we did it, she wanted to try 'doggie style' so I had the pleasure of gazing at her soft young ass while my cock sawed in and out of her pussy. The third time was in the 'missionary position' and was tender and slow. It is the most memorable night of my life, the first time I made love to my future wife. I was there all night but left very early in the morning before her parents were up and about. I didn't want to confront her mom and dad after spending the night with their daughter. But I'm sure they heard my car start when I left. Haley couldn't honestly deny that we were having sex any longer. I told my mom that I'd stayed at another friend's house. Haley and I dated through college and were married the year before we graduated. We must've fucked a thousand times over those four years. We are still together. Haley still laughs with her brother and sister about the secrets her mom and dad had revealed that night. One vivid memory I have is after I impregnated Haley for the first time, after we were married, of course. Her mom and dad came to visit and we told them. I shook hands with her dad with one hand on my crotch. He saw and said, "Don't worry. I'm not going to cut your dick off and shove it down your throat. I was just kidding when I said that." He sure fooled me! Based on a post by yellowjacket66, for Literotica.  Santa's Christmas Sausage. Mark saw mommy doing Santa Claus. Based on a post by Bh76. Listen to the Podcast at my First Time. I woke to the sound of scraping, on the roof. At nineteen years old, I knew it was the big tree in the backyard and not Santa Claus. It woke me all the same. I looked at the time and sighed; three o'clock. We had gotten home from my grandmother's a little after one, and I was out like a light. My parents used the time after we got home, to wrap our immediate family's presents. It was an annual tradition. They always opened a bottle of wine, turned on 'A Christmas Story,' and wrapped our presents. It never made sense to me that they did it the night before, but it was what it was. I was thirsty, so I opened my door, and looked to see if they were still up. I didn't want to get yelled at for spying on my presents. Those spankings from my youth, were still fresh on my mind. Hearing nothing, and seeing no lights on, I made my way down a few stairs and sat low. Through the ballusters I could see motion near the sofa. In the glow of the Christmas Tree lights and a burning fireplace, I could clearly see the back of a man, with a red santa hat, incredible white beard, red tanktop, and red pants dropped to his ankles, and the bare legs of a woman.  Santa's coat was draped over the ottoman. I slid on my ass, wearing just my boxers and a tee-shirt. Now 3 steps lower, I could clearly see the backside of done serious doggie fucking! My mom was bent over the couch, getting fucked from behind, by a man in a Santa suit. It was a very authentic-looking suit. And the beard looked incredibly real. I watched in shock as she had her legs spread wide, and leaning down on her hands with her pelvis at rest on the sofa's rounded armrest. her large natural breasts swung with each hard thrust from Santa, who I certainly hoped was my father. Her heavy breathing was loud, and she occasionally looked back over her shoulder, and the man who was reaming out her wet cunt. I assume her eyes were closed in lust, and she at times bit her lips. "Fuck me, Santa. Fuck me harder, Saint Nick." I stayed down and peered through the balusters, to avoid being seen; and watched as Santa continued to plow my modest, old-fashioned mother from behind. I have to admit she looked hot with her sweaty hair matted to her forehead and her plump ass jiggling with each impact. I found myself getting hard at the sight. The slapping sound was loud and sexy. Her moans were soft and frequent. Santa groaned, "Ho, ho, fucking ho, you've been a naughty girl this year; haven't you?" "No, uh; Santa; oh. I've; oh God! Been, a; ah; good, uh, girl." "You've been a slut, haven't you? You've been letting your husband have your ass, haven't you?" Santa said; which made me almost give up my presence up high on my perch. I couldn't believe my mom did anal. Holy shit! "Yes, Santa, oh God! Harder, I'm so close. Jim loves my ass, and I love it too." I couldn't believe my ears. Then my cock got rock hard, imagining my mom, with a cock deep in her ass. "Well, Mary, I just happen to have some lube, right here." What happened next, shattered all of my preconceived notions of what was really happening. Out of nowhere, a bottle appeared in his hand ,bathed in a shower of golden sparkles. It couldn't really be Santa Claus, banging my mom in our living room, could it? I watched Santa take off his gloves and squirt the liquid onto her crack. He fingered her backdoor and she squealed in delight at the double penetration. "So good, Santa. So fucking good." I gasped when he pulled out of her pussy and flopped his fat sausage, lying flat on her ass crack. I couldn't take my eyes off of his long fat cock as he lubed it up. I couldn't believe she was going to try to take it. I looked down at my boxers and realized I was nearly as long, now poking way out of my fly; but I was nowhere near the girth of that salami roll. I feared for her getting injured. He said, "Are you ready, Slutty Mary?" "Yes, Santa. Give it to me." He pressed the tip in, and I watched her turn her head back, she was terrified as she looked at his face; her eyes bulged in shock as he wedged his shaft deep in. "Holy hell," she shrieked. Santa flashed an evil grin and pushed forward. "Oh, damn," he groaned. "You're the tightest ass I'll have, all this night." I saw anger flash in my mother's eyes, but it was only for a moment. She got lost in the sensation from the intruder in her ass. "Yes, Santa. Nice and slow. Just like that." He threw his head back; then started to piston back and forth. The sight was incredible! I wished I had a camera. I was going to have jerk-off fodder for a long time, with just the memory. "Oh yeah, Mary. That's what you like, isn't it, Santa's slut. You're my slut right?" "Yes, Santa. I'm your slut. Oh, fuck that's good." He continued his steady pace as he stretched her hole. I could only imagine what it looked like up close. What I was seeing was better than any porn I'd ever seen. "You love it don't you. You love my big cock in your ass." "Yes, Santa. Oh, fuck! Yes." He picked up his pace and started to slam into her. I could hear the slapping again and it was so sexy. I loved that sound. Then I watched her face and tits fall to the cushion and she brought her fingers to her pussy. Added to the slapping sound was the sloshing sound of her wet pussy being frigged to orgasm. I noticed a round black object on the Ottoman, that I hadn't seen before. Lean my face up to the slot between two balusters of the staircase railing. It had been obscured by mom's head; until she laid her face onto the sofa cushion. A square lighted shape was next to it. Mom had a camcorder, filming her sex video with Santa? "Cum for me, Mary. Cum hard." "Fuck, fuck, yes!" she shrieked loudly. They didn't break stride, oblivious to how loud they were. I couldn't believe they didn't wake my sister. "I'm close, Mary. I want to cum on your tits." He pulled out and she rolled around onto her knees. He only stroked a few times, before rope after rope blasted onto her neck and tits. He groaned in pleasure before he flicked the last drops of cum at her open mouth. It was so dirty, so unlike my mother on any other day of the year. Well, I assumed that. I'd never watched her get fucked before. A red towel appeared, and he wiped off his glistening cock, still slick with lube, then my mom's spread ass. He tossed it into the burning fireplace and pulled up his pants. I watched my naked mom sit on the rug and sip some wine as she watched his semi-flaccid cock get tucked into his red pants. Then he fastened his belt. He smiled at her as he put on his coat and straightened his hat. "You're the best fuck ever, Mary. I still can't believe you took me anally." "I trained for it, Santa. I used dildos and butt plugs, all day, to get used to the size." "Such a good girl, Mary. You've definitely earned this one." He moved his hands like a magician and a present appeared in his hand. It looked like a necklace box. "Oh, Santa. You're too good to me." She stood naked, her tits swinging, and kissed him in what looked like serious tongue-wrestling. I took that opportunity to return to my bedroom. I never got my drink. Morning Light. "Rise and shine, everybody," my mom shouted from the kitchen. When we were kids, she was the one who got woken up by us. Funny how times change. I walked into the hall and saw my sister emerge from her room. Her hair looked every bit like a rat's nest as she scratched her butt and elbowed me out of her way. I shook my head and took delight in the smell of cinnamon rolls and sausage, wafting through the house. Dad was pouring a cup of coffee as mom flipped the sausage. "Jenny and Mark, do you want to put the icing on the rolls?" We'd been doing that since we were old enough to hold the spatula. "Of course, daddy," Jenny said brightly. She was eighteen, but delighted in Christmas as if she were still five. I sat down and watched dad as he slapped mom on her ass. She winced and gave him a yelp. He smirked knowingly, as he sat with his coffee. I still didn't know what the hell happened the previous night. Was it really Santa Clause? Or was it my dad? I watched mom closely that morning. I'd never before noticed how sexy she was. I always knew she was pretty but seeing her, taking a large fat cock in her ass; gave me something entirely different to think about. We finished icing the rolls and Jenny excused herself to go to the bathroom. Mom sat down and took dad's hand. She looked at me with a smirk and said, "So Mark, I hope you got enough sleep, last night. But did you enjoy the show?" Busted! "Um..." I stuttered. "It's okay," dad said. He waved his hands and a napkin appeared in his hand. "Just don't do it again, okay? You're old enough to know a healthy marriage when you see it; but unless you're invited to watch, just go about your own business. Got it?" I nodded and bit into my roll.  I couldn't believe; I forgot. Dad used to do magic for us, when we were little kids. And  I couldn't believe that's all they said about their sex fantasy videos. Years later, when I caught them screwing in my garage, I realized they were becoming full-blown exhibitionists. Unreal. Not long after that; Jenny told me she came across a folder of sex videos, hidden deep in a portable hard drive. She thought Dad had a secret porn stash, that mom ought to know about. I told her; “Mom knows. Trust me. The videos are probably home movies they made; and then watch together as a turn-on.” “What?” she said. “Mom and dad do that stuff?” “Yeah! I said. “I stumbled upon the two of them really late one night, in the living room. The next morning mom and dad asked if I enjoyed it. I was speechless. They just told me to give them space, and quit watching.” “Damn!” Jenny said. “Never would have thought our prim and proper mother would be this kinky?” Hey!” I added. “At least they have a great sex life. How many of our friends even have both parents still together?” “As long as we don't have to explain to our friends about our parents posting it on Pornhub, I'll be just fine with it.” Jenny concluded. Based on a post by Bh76, for Literotica.

Busted Parents: 2 Stories “Do as we say, not as we did.” Based on a post by yellowjacket66. Listen to the Podcast at my First Time. Her Parents Caught Us Naked But Haley and I discovered their shameful secrets. "I'll rip your fucking dick off; and stuff it down your fucking throat, if you knock-up my daughter." It was Mr. Boyd Summers, the father of my girlfriend Haley. He was very angry. Haley and I, both 18, having recently graduated from high school were sitting in her parents' kitchen listening to the diatribe from Haley's father. Haley spoke up, "Daddy, we're not doing anything like that. Please don't say things like that." Mr. Summers continued, he was drunk and pissed-off. He ranted at me, "Don't you tell me you're not fucking my daughter!" But I hadn't told him I wasn't fucking his daughter; his daughter had. She continued to defend herself. "Daddy, please! Josh and I have not been having sex." Mr. Summers said, "Bull; shit! Don't lie to me, little girl." "I'm not lying." She said. Haley was now crying. Mrs. Summers entered the fray, "Boyd, don't speak like that to your daughter." He said, "She's just a slut! Just like you and your sister." Mrs. Summers ignored the words and calmed him down. "Boyd, sit here! Let your daughter explain herself." Oh boy, this would have to be a good explanation. Mr. Summers sneered, "Okay, explain how you and this asshole” Boyd sneered at me; “Came home naked? What were you doing, reading poetry to each other?" He was drunk and angry. I could see his point, though. Haley and I had showed up at the front door to her house, buck naked. It was a Saturday night in late May, and I had picked her up for a date at 6:30. We left, fully clothed, only to return at 1:30AM, without our clothes. Seeing their slender, beautiful daughter, naked with some kid, had to be an incredible shock to her parents. I walked her  from the driveway to her front door. It was locked because we violated curfew. Haley had knocked on the door and we both retreated to hide behind some shrubs. My plan was to get the hell out of there once Haley had contacted her mother and gotten inside the house. Her mom opened the door, to find no one on the porch. The conversation went like this; "Pist, Mom. Can you get me a coat. I'm cold." Her mother said, "Well come inside. Why are you hiding?" Haley said, "I lost my clothes. Someone stole them." "Where's Josh?" "He's out here too." I had asked her to just go inside and not involve me. It would only make things worse if she were naked and with me. "Does he have clothes on?" Haley answered, "No. They stole his clothes too." That's when Haley's dad came outside. "Helen, Wha da fuckis going on?" He asked. We could tell immediately that he'd been drinking. Haley's mom explained; “Boyd, Haley and her boyfriend were saying their clothes had been stolen.” "Whah dah fuck!" He said. Haley said to me, "Josh, Let's just go to your house." I imagine my mom would be more receptive to me bringing home a naked girl. She probably expected shit like that from me. Haley's mom said, "No. Get in here; both of you!"  "I don't want Daddy to see me naked." Haley protested. Boyd said, "Why not. Probably half the city has seen you naked." Anyone on the block could have heard Boyd announce his daughter's nakedness. He was hot, and getting hotter. But he didn't actually want to see his daughter naked, so he turned and went in the house while Mrs. S got a couple of coats from the closet and handed them to us in the bushes. She gave Haley a long coat, but I had just a short coat that really didn't cover my ass and my dick was sticking out. Having a girl's mother see your cock is not going to create a favorable impression. It was enough to get us in the house. Mrs. S got a pair of her husband's work pants for me, and a sweatshirt. Haley went to her room and put on some clothes. We were hoping that would be the end of it, but Mr. S called her down to the kitchen and told me to sit my ass down. That's when he threatened to cut my dick off and shove it down my throat. He was a big, rough guy, and I believed him. Anyway, Haley and I tried to explain what had happened. She told the story, the G-rated version. "Josh and I went to the movies and afterward we were driving around talking." Partially true, we'd gone to the drive-in where we had necked furiously through the entire movie. Neither of us could remember what the flick was about. I was playing with her naked tits the entire time. She continued, "After the movie, we drove around for a bit. We just like to drive around and talk about things." We were looking for a place to park. It was years ago, before cell-phones and the internet. Haley continued, "You remember the old rock quarry out past Hooverville, where we would swim during the summers." Her mom and dad nodded. "I convinced Josh to go swimming. It was such a nice night and I remembered all the good times when you had taken us there when we were kids." She was sucking-up to them, playing the little daughter but not emphasizing that she went swimming while naked with her boyfriend. I spoke up and said, "It was my idea to go swimming. It wasn't, but I was trying to shield Haley's honor. She said, "No, it was my idea. We didn't have swim suits, so I convinced Josh we should skinny-dip. He didn't want to, but finally gave in, because it was very dark and he didn't want me to get hurt and not be able to help. We'd never done anything like that before.”  I hoped they believed it. This part about it being her idea was true. When Haley suggested we both strip and go swimming, it actually didn't take me more than a second to agree. We'd been to the drive-in movie. We'd gone there on dates half-a-dozen times. We'd graduated from just kissing to where I stripped Haley to the waist and spent a couple of hours playing with her fascinating tits. I took my shirt off too. I also had my hands in her pants, playing with her virgin pussy and rubbing her smooth, soft ass. I sucked her tits and put my fingers inside her. She pulled on my cock. She had gotten me off many times. She would use her hands to satisfy me, which avoided my urge to go further. She would come too. Her crotch would get so warm that I couldn't believe it. We steamed up the car windows, which obscured our view of the movie, but we didn't care. We were young and in love. After the movie, we drove around as we said. The quarry she mentioned was a popular 'make-out' spot where teens like us would 'park'. Haley continued telling her folks, "We were swimming, when a couple of guys saw our car and pulled up. Then they saw our clothes on the hood of Josh's car, and took them." It was true. We were swimming in the cool deep water, and when a few guys we knew from school showed up. They knew my car. "Hey Josh. What are you doing?" One of them said. It was a guy named Eddie. He called a few times and I said, "I'm just taking a piss." "Bullshit. Your clothes are on your car. Are you taking a piss or whacking off." "Okay. I'm just swimming. I'll talk to you guys next week." Eddie asked, "Are you alone?" I said I was, but he said, "Well is this your bra and panties on the hood of your car." I begged them to just be on their way, but they were enjoying their mastery of the situation. "Who's with you?" "None of your business. Please just leave us alone." He said, "It must be Haley Summers in there with you. Her ID is in her jeans." His friend john said, "She must be naked. I'd like to see that." I said, "We are wearing swim suits (a lie)." Carl, another of the guys said, "Why don't you two come out and say hello. You must be getting cold in that water." It was true. The water was very cold. My dick had shriveled to the size of a peanut. We both had goosebumps and Haley's nipples were hard, like little pebbles. The banter went back and forth with them wanting us to come out and me trying to get them to go away. Haley asked them to please leave. I offered money, but they weren't interested and I didn't have much anyway. It was a stalemate, but we were in the losing position. We were shivering from the cold water. Finally, they said, "We'll wait over here by our car while you two come out." Haley was very cold and said, "Let them see. I really don't care. We won't see them again since school is over." We had graduated and probably wouldn't cross paths with the three guys very often again, although two of them were juniors and would undoubtedly spread salacious stories around school next year. It pissed-me-off that they would say embarrassing things that might detract from Haley's reputation, but we had no options. So, I went first. Haley hung back in the bushes. They had taken our clothes from the car hood, including my wallet and the car keys. I tried to talk them into returning my stuff, but they wouldn't do it. I was embarrassed, standing there naked. They'd seen me naked after gym class. Haley was the prize. "We want to see Haley naked." Eddie said. John said, "I want to see those titties of hers that she flaunts around school." Haley was a very popular girl. She had a killer body and a nice set of boobs. Many young men drooled over her. She'd only started at our school for her senior year (and was 18), but had attracted many invitations for dates. She went out with a number of guys, but she wouldn't 'put out', so the more lecherous dudes left her alone. I was in American History class next to her, and asked her out in a moment of rare courage. She accepted and we had been 'going steady' for the last four months of the school year. As time went on, we did more and more, but she had limits and I proceeded very cautiously, not wanting to disrespect her; but damn, she made me hot. Haley was a young woman with glands and sexual desires too. We hadn't had sex. She was telling her daddy the truth. We sure were proceeding toward it though. She wanted to wait at least until we had graduated; and I had agreed. Anyway, Haley finally had to walk out naked and the assholes shined a light on her, seeing her pretty naked body. She tried to cover-up, but with limited success. She had one hand covering her pussy, and the other arm over her breasts, but everything else was exposed. I'll bet they all went home and whacked-off, thinking about her. She stood there for a moment then hid behind my car. They wouldn't give us our clothes, but did return my wallet and keys and Haley's ID. Eddie put the items on a rock and then insisted that Haley walk over to get them. She was angry and embarrassed, but gave them their show. They could see her tits when she picked up the items. She dropped my wallet and needed both hands to hold everything, so the jerks had a glimpse of her pussy. They finally drove away with our clothes. I'm sure Haley's panties were their most popular trophy. They were wet with her scent, perfume and the secretions from her pussy during our hours at the drive-in. Haley was upset. She knew an unknown number of boys would be fondling and sniffing her panties. I lamented my inability to recover them somehow. On the other hand, after a few minutes, Haley became highly aroused, over being exposed to other people. She didn't say anything but she was hot when I kissed her. It was our first hint of her exhibitionist tendencies. Those guys had seen her naked, but I was the one taking her home. Haley had told her mom and dad a sanitized version of the events at the quarry; she said; “Somebody stole our clothes but we hadn't seen who it was.” Her dad wasn't satisfied and was skeptical of everything she had told them beyond the fact of Haley and I showing up naked at their door. The tables Turn. He ranted, "Helen, your daughter is going to get knocked-up, then what?" Haley had gotten into a good college and her dad was afraid she would get pregnant and mess up her future. Helen said, "Boyd. She's not going to get pregnant. She'd told you she's not having sex with this boy. Why don't you believe her." He said, "I know what goes on with kids these days." She said, "They're smarter than we were." He grumbled and Helen said, "Here you are yelling at this boy about whether he's doing the same things you did when you were his age. I don't think he's pressing her to have sex like you did with me." Some family secrets were coming out. Haley looked at her mom. Mrs. S said, "Go ahead, Boyd, tell your daughter how you begged me to let you screw me and how you got me pregnant and I had to quit college. Your daughter is smarter than I was." Whoa, too much information, but it explained his suspicions. Haley, angry with her dad, pushed the issue, "Daddy, did you have sex with Momma before you guys were married?" Mr. Summers was being confronted by his daughter, tried to avoid answering, but she was agitated. Helen volunteered, "They called it fucking back then, just like they do how. Tell them Boyd, how you had to marry me; or my daddy would've cut your dick off and shoved it down your throat." Boyd was finally stymied. "We shouldn't be talking about this in front of Haley." Haley said, "Jennie and I used to wonder about how Benjamin was born only five months after you guys got married. You told us he was premature. He sure was." Haley was laughing now. Her mom joined her. “No wonder you assume everybody does it! Truth is, you did it!” It finally broke her daddy's angry mood and he began to laugh. “Go ahead, Helen, let your daughter know everything. Tell your daughter what a slut you were.” Helen laughed too. She walked around the table and stepped behind Boyd, then slid her hands down inside the collar of his tee shirt; and said; "Your daddy couldn't keep it in his pants, once he met me. Damn right I was irresistible, wasn't I Boyd." He just meekly said, "You were, oh boy, you were." Then he reached around and slapped her ass. They realized they were saying too much. Boyd pulled Helen's arm around and gathered her on his lap. The two parents seemed to lose interest in us kids. After a few minutes, Helen said, "We're going to bed. You kids can watch TV downstairs. Just keep quiet. See you tomorrow." I sensed that they had urges to satisfy. I was following Haley to the staircase when Boyd called me to the side and handed me something. It was a three-pack of condoms. He tried once more to put his game face on and said, "My warning stands." They went off. Haley looked up at me from the bottom of the stairs, relieved that it was over, at least for now. Then, we reflected. Her parents had just confirmed they were going to leave us alone in the basement game room, and her dad had given me a 3-pack of rubbers. Haley laughed and asked me to help pull out the hide-a-bed. We found a movie on TV; another movie that we weren't going to watch. I got comfortable and she went back up to the kitchen to make popcorn. I was sitting back on the hide-a-bed with my naked body under the sheet and quilt, thinking I was going to give Haley a delightful surprise. I was just watching the movie when I heard her coming, and looked her way when she reached the bottom of the stairs. She had a bowl of popcorn, but that was all. She was naked. I looked at her firm young breasts; her flat stomach with her sexy navel; the furry dark triangle of hair on her pussy; her toned thighs; her tanned legs; her glimmering long hair; her smile; and her pretty face. I was transfixed by the most wonderful thing I had ever seen. My very own girlfriend, naked and walking toward me. She put down the refreshments and crawled up, straddling my lap and put her breasts in my face. I ran my hands over her back and her tender ass-cheeks. My cock was hard, of course and she soon discovered my complete state of undress. I nuzzled her breasts and licked her nipples. I said, "Are you sure we should be doing this?" She said, "Didn't you just hear them tell us they were going to leave us alone as long as we don't make too much noise?" I wasn't sure they meant it that way, but I nodded. She moved down and pulled on the sheet. My horny young cock popped out. I reached to the lamp table and got a condom. I started to open it. "You don't need that." Haley said. "Why not. I don't want your daddy to cut my dick off and shove it down my throat." She said, "I'm on the pill. Momma took me to the doctor last month. She said she couldn't tell me what to do anymore since I was an adult; and that I should never be dependent on some horny boy having a rubber when he needs it; or pulling out of my pussy before he comes." I was experiencing a lot of new surprises, tonight. I just looked at Haley, speechless. "Momma told me not to tell Daddy. He doesn't know. It would upset him so much. I think he wants me to stay his little girl until I'm past menopause!" Haley leaned in and kissed me passionately. I had one hand on her soft tit, and my other hand on her soft ass. Then she decided to move straight to the feature presentation. She slid her pelvis down onto me, using her hand to guide my straining cock into her smooth, warm vagina.  It was the first time for both of us, and it felt marvelous, like nothing I had ever experienced. My Cock was squeezed in the sleeve of her cunt, and I felt a sensation along the entire length of my dick, massaging and stimulating it. She kissed me and humped her hips, riding my cock. It didn't take me long. My cock had dreamt of being inside a pussy for its entire life, and wouldn't wait any longer. I felt my semen build up and my balls began to contract; then I exploded into Haley's spasming cunt. The release was amazing. We were both panting and sweating from extreme arousal. Unbelievable! We kissed and held each other. I apologized for coming so soon. She told me not to worry, because we were going to do it again. "My daddy gave you three condoms, so he expects you to screw me three times tonight." I was pretty sure that was not his intent, but I said. "Well, I certainly don't want to piss him off, do I?" We made love a second time and then a third. We made good use of the couch in the recreation room while the television played a movie; we had no idea what it was. I relished Haley for the entire night. The second time we did it, she wanted to try 'doggie style' so I had the pleasure of gazing at her soft young ass while my cock sawed in and out of her pussy. The third time was in the 'missionary position' and was tender and slow. It is the most memorable night of my life, the first time I made love to my future wife. I was there all night but left very early in the morning before her parents were up and about. I didn't want to confront her mom and dad after spending the night with their daughter. But I'm sure they heard my car start when I left. Haley couldn't honestly deny that we were having sex any longer. I told my mom that I'd stayed at another friend's house. Haley and I dated through college and were married the year before we graduated. We must've fucked a thousand times over those four years. We are still together. Haley still laughs with her brother and sister about the secrets her mom and dad had revealed that night. One vivid memory I have is after I impregnated Haley for the first time, after we were married, of course. Her mom and dad came to visit and we told them. I shook hands with her dad with one hand on my crotch. He saw and said, "Don't worry. I'm not going to cut your dick off and shove it down your throat. I was just kidding when I said that." He sure fooled me! Based on a post by yellowjacket66, for Literotica.  Santa's Christmas Sausage. Mark saw mommy doing Santa Claus. Based on a post by Bh76. Listen to the Podcast at my First Time. I woke to the sound of scraping, on the roof. At nineteen years old, I knew it was the big tree in the backyard and not Santa Claus. It woke me all the same. I looked at the time and sighed; three o'clock. We had gotten home from my grandmother's a little after one, and I was out like a light. My parents used the time after we got home, to wrap our immediate family's presents. It was an annual tradition. They always opened a bottle of wine, turned on 'A Christmas Story,' and wrapped our presents. It never made sense to me that they did it the night before, but it was what it was. I was thirsty, so I opened my door, and looked to see if they were still up. I didn't want to get yelled at for spying on my presents. Those spankings from my youth, were still fresh on my mind. Hearing nothing, and seeing no lights on, I made my way down a few stairs and sat low. Through the ballusters I could see motion near the sofa. In the glow of the Christmas Tree lights and a burning fireplace, I could clearly see the back of a man, with a red santa hat, incredible white beard, red tanktop, and red pants dropped to his ankles, and the bare legs of a woman.  Santa's coat was draped over the ottoman. I slid on my ass, wearing just my boxers and a tee-shirt. Now 3 steps lower, I could clearly see the backside of done serious doggie fucking! My mom was bent over the couch, getting fucked from behind, by a man in a Santa suit. It was a very authentic-looking suit. And the beard looked incredibly real. I watched in shock as she had her legs spread wide, and leaning down on her hands with her pelvis at rest on the sofa's rounded armrest. her large natural breasts swung with each hard thrust from Santa, who I certainly hoped was my father. Her heavy breathing was loud, and she occasionally looked back over her shoulder, and the man who was reaming out her wet cunt. I assume her eyes were closed in lust, and she at times bit her lips. "Fuck me, Santa. Fuck me harder, Saint Nick." I stayed down and peered through the balusters, to avoid being seen; and watched as Santa continued to plow my modest, old-fashioned mother from behind. I have to admit she looked hot with her sweaty hair matted to her forehead and her plump ass jiggling with each impact. I found myself getting hard at the sight. The slapping sound was loud and sexy. Her moans were soft and frequent. Santa groaned, "Ho, ho, fucking ho, you've been a naughty girl this year; haven't you?" "No, uh; Santa; oh. I've; oh God! Been, a; ah; good, uh, girl." "You've been a slut, haven't you? You've been letting your husband have your ass, haven't you?" Santa said; which made me almost give up my presence up high on my perch. I couldn't believe my mom did anal. Holy shit! "Yes, Santa, oh God! Harder, I'm so close. Jim loves my ass, and I love it too." I couldn't believe my ears. Then my cock got rock hard, imagining my mom, with a cock deep in her ass. "Well, Mary, I just happen to have some lube, right here." What happened next, shattered all of my preconceived notions of what was really happening. Out of nowhere, a bottle appeared in his hand ,bathed in a shower of golden sparkles. It couldn't really be Santa Claus, banging my mom in our living room, could it? I watched Santa take off his gloves and squirt the liquid onto her crack. He fingered her backdoor and she squealed in delight at the double penetration. "So good, Santa. So fucking good." I gasped when he pulled out of her pussy and flopped his fat sausage, lying flat on her ass crack. I couldn't take my eyes off of his long fat cock as he lubed it up. I couldn't believe she was going to try to take it. I looked down at my boxers and realized I was nearly as long, now poking way out of my fly; but I was nowhere near the girth of that salami roll. I feared for her getting injured. He said, "Are you ready, Slutty Mary?" "Yes, Santa. Give it to me." He pressed the tip in, and I watched her turn her head back, she was terrified as she looked at his face; her eyes bulged in shock as he wedged his shaft deep in. "Holy hell," she shrieked. Santa flashed an evil grin and pushed forward. "Oh, damn," he groaned. "You're the tightest ass I'll have, all this night." I saw anger flash in my mother's eyes, but it was only for a moment. She got lost in the sensation from the intruder in her ass. "Yes, Santa. Nice and slow. Just like that." He threw his head back; then started to piston back and forth. The sight was incredible! I wished I had a camera. I was going to have jerk-off fodder for a long time, with just the memory. "Oh yeah, Mary. That's what you like, isn't it, Santa's slut. You're my slut right?" "Yes, Santa. I'm your slut. Oh, fuck that's good." He continued his steady pace as he stretched her hole. I could only imagine what it looked like up close. What I was seeing was better than any porn I'd ever seen. "You love it don't you. You love my big cock in your ass." "Yes, Santa. Oh, fuck! Yes." He picked up his pace and started to slam into her. I could hear the slapping again and it was so sexy. I loved that sound. Then I watched her face and tits fall to the cushion and she brought her fingers to her pussy. Added to the slapping sound was the sloshing sound of her wet pussy being frigged to orgasm. I noticed a round black object on the Ottoman, that I hadn't seen before. Lean my face up to the slot between two balusters of the staircase railing. It had been obscured by mom's head; until she laid her face onto the sofa cushion. A square lighted shape was next to it. Mom had a camcorder, filming her sex video with Santa? "Cum for me, Mary. Cum hard." "Fuck, fuck, yes!" she shrieked loudly. They didn't break stride, oblivious to how loud they were. I couldn't believe they didn't wake my sister. "I'm close, Mary. I want to cum on your tits." He pulled out and she rolled around onto her knees. He only stroked a few times, before rope after rope blasted onto her neck and tits. He groaned in pleasure before he flicked the last drops of cum at her open mouth. It was so dirty, so unlike my mother on any other day of the year. Well, I assumed that. I'd never watched her get fucked before. A red towel appeared, and he wiped off his glistening cock, still slick with lube, then my mom's spread ass. He tossed it into the burning fireplace and pulled up his pants. I watched my naked mom sit on the rug and sip some wine as she watched his semi-flaccid cock get tucked into his red pants. Then he fastened his belt. He smiled at her as he put on his coat and straightened his hat. "You're the best fuck ever, Mary. I still can't believe you took me anally." "I trained for it, Santa. I used dildos and butt plugs, all day, to get used to the size." "Such a good girl, Mary. You've definitely earned this one." He moved his hands like a magician and a present appeared in his hand. It looked like a necklace box. "Oh, Santa. You're too good to me." She stood naked, her tits swinging, and kissed him in what looked like serious tongue-wrestling. I took that opportunity to return to my bedroom. I never got my drink. Morning Light. "Rise and shine, everybody," my mom shouted from the kitchen. When we were kids, she was the one who got woken up by us. Funny how times change. I walked into the hall and saw my sister emerge from her room. Her hair looked every bit like a rat's nest as she scratched her butt and elbowed me out of her way. I shook my head and took delight in the smell of cinnamon rolls and sausage, wafting through the house. Dad was pouring a cup of coffee as mom flipped the sausage. "Jenny and Mark, do you want to put the icing on the rolls?" We'd been doing that since we were old enough to hold the spatula. "Of course, daddy," Jenny said brightly. She was eighteen, but delighted in Christmas as if she were still five. I sat down and watched dad as he slapped mom on her ass. She winced and gave him a yelp. He smirked knowingly, as he sat with his coffee. I still didn't know what the hell happened the previous night. Was it really Santa Clause? Or was it my dad? I watched mom closely that morning. I'd never before noticed how sexy she was. I always knew she was pretty but seeing her, taking a large fat cock in her ass; gave me something entirely different to think about. We finished icing the rolls and Jenny excused herself to go to the bathroom. Mom sat down and took dad's hand. She looked at me with a smirk and said, "So Mark, I hope you got enough sleep, last night. But did you enjoy the show?" Busted! "Um..." I stuttered. "It's okay," dad said. He waved his hands and a napkin appeared in his hand. "Just don't do it again, okay? You're old enough to know a healthy marriage when you see it; but unless you're invited to watch, just go about your own business. Got it?" I nodded and bit into my roll.  I couldn't believe; I forgot. Dad used to do magic for us, when we were little kids. And  I couldn't believe that's all they said about their sex fantasy videos. Years later, when I caught them screwing in my garage, I realized they were becoming full-blown exhibitionists. Unreal. Not long after that; Jenny told me she came across a folder of sex videos, hidden deep in a portable hard drive. She thought Dad had a secret porn stash, that mom ought to know about. I told her; “Mom knows. Trust me. The videos are probably home movies they made; and then watch together as a turn-on.” “What?” she said. “Mom and dad do that stuff?” “Yeah! I said. “I stumbled upon the two of them really late one night, in the living room. The next morning mom and dad asked if I enjoyed it. I was speechless. They just told me to give them space, and quit watching.” “Damn!” Jenny said. “Never would have thought our prim and proper mother would be this kinky?” Hey!” I added. “At least they have a great sex life. How many of our friends even have both parents still together?” “As long as we don't have to explain to our friends about our parents posting it on Pornhub, I'll be just fine with it.” Jenny concluded. Based on a post by Bh76, for Literotica.

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This scenario will feature cosmic horror, but also racism and classism. Listener discretion is advised.At the height of the Great Depression in California, three men are drawn into the area of Bryson Springs. One, a temporary resident of the Hooverville, trying to lay low, despite his conspicuousness. One, from the city, coming to help one of his own. One, a land owner, troubled by recent events.Regardless, they are drawn in to the murder of a Chinese man in the Hooverville under mysterious circumstances. These circumstances will bring the three and the rest of the town into danger, and it will take their all, and maybe a bit of help from a familiar gun, to survive the fear and panic and worse things...Fear and Panic is a game in early access, by Lyme. It's a horror game that utilizes fear as a means to help tell the story and drive characters. It is available at Lyme's itch.io page.Bryson Springs is a systemless scenario written by Caleb Stokes. It is available as a stand alone purchase as a pdf at DriveThruRPG, or as a part of the Great Depression horror collection No Security, at DriveThruRPG in print, or at Hebanon Games itcho.io in pdf.Ethan - GMBen - Shun Zhu aka Sammy, Chinese Community Organizer from the Chinese Consolidated Benevolent Association from San FranciscoDan - Teddie Wirth, Landowner from Bryson SpringsGreg - Maverick Donaghue aka Miles Douglas, Hitman from Cleveland

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Former Congressman and Director of OMB under Reagan, David Stockman. What were the illusory foundations of "Peak Trump"? The disastrous fourth year was worse than most realize.Did Trump make America Great Again or did he lay the foundation to turn America into a giant Hooverville?By every metric but one, the Trump administration was a financial disaster and the Federal Reserve drove the getaway car (more like a train). The book is "Trump's War on Capitalism"Find out more about the show and where you can watch it at TheDavidKnightShow.comIf you would like to support the show and our family please consider subscribing monthly here: SubscribeStar https://www.subscribestar.com/the-david-knight-showOr you can send a donation throughMail: David Knight POB 994 Kodak, TN 37764Zelle: @DavidKnightShow@protonmail.comCash App at: $davidknightshowBTC to: bc1qkuec29hkuye4xse9unh7nptvu3y9qmv24vanh7Money is only what YOU hold: Go to DavidKnight.gold for great deals on physical gold/silverFor 10% off Gerald Celente's prescient Trends Journal, go to TrendsJournal.com and enter the code KNIGHT

How do you comprehend $9 TRILLION in federal spending (debt) in just 4 years? Here's what it looks like… The "man formerly known as Prince", Charles, is a feudal overlord and thief stealing 10's of millions from British estates for his own enrichment…then Theft, American Style — where cops steal with a conviction or even charging someone with a crime. But now people are fighting back against the decades old theft scheme run out of Washington How much worse can pop music get? AI shows us as "Ana Indiana" (AI) writes and performs a depressing joke of a song Two separate incidents, people are charged with the murder of an unborn baby as the new trend with celebrities is to boast about their abortions and how they profited from the murder Will Trump use the military in US cities as his advisors are pushing?Soldier who left $1,000 of equipment behind in Afghanistan (under orders as he protested), is now charged for the equipment as he leaves the service. The Covid shot was always an expansion of the annual "flu shot" fear campaign. Now the annual flu shot is TWO SHOTS, a month apart and kids are having severe reactions China medical dictatorship flexes muscle — lockdown againThe "disease" was ALWAYS political — and it was never cured. Will US try to pull off the scam again as well? How the Trump Shots Create "Hyper-Progressive" (Turbo) CancerWe've seen the epidemiological studies showing rapid rise in cancers and their rapid progression in vaccinated people. Now the mechanism has been discovered. And, China is pulling lockdown martial law again. The "disease" was ALWAYS political — and it was never cured. Will US try to pull off the scam again as well? Slovakia refused to buy Pfizer jab, now Pfizer sues INTERVIEW David Stockman: Trump's War on Capitalism Former Congressman and Director of OMB under Reagan, David Stockman. What were the illusory foundations of "Peak Trump"? The disastrous fourth year was worse than most realize. Did Trump make America Great Again or did he lay the foundation to turn America into a giant Hooverville? By every metric but one, the Trump administration was a financial disaster and the Federal Reserve drove the getaway car (more like a train). The book is "Trump's War on Capitalism" ATF redefines "suppressor" in attempt to create felonies— it's a very important infringement and precedent Find out more about the show and where you can watch it at TheDavidKnightShow.comIf you would like to support the show and our family please consider subscribing monthly here: SubscribeStar https://www.subscribestar.com/the-david-knight-showOr you can send a donation throughMail: David Knight POB 994 Kodak, TN 37764Zelle: @DavidKnightShow@protonmail.comCash App at: $davidknightshowBTC to: bc1qkuec29hkuye4xse9unh7nptvu3y9qmv24vanh7Money is only what YOU hold: Go to DavidKnight.gold for great deals on physical gold/silverFor 10% off Gerald Celente's prescient Trends Journal, go to TrendsJournal.com and enter the code KNIGHT

How do you comprehend $9 TRILLION in federal spending (debt) in just 4 years? Here's what it looks like… The "man formerly known as Prince", Charles, is a feudal overlord and thief stealing 10's of millions from British estates for his own enrichment…then Theft, American Style — where cops steal with a conviction or even charging someone with a crime. But now people are fighting back against the decades old theft scheme run out of Washington How much worse can pop music get? AI shows us as "Ana Indiana" (AI) writes and performs a depressing joke of a song Two separate incidents, people are charged with the murder of an unborn baby as the new trend with celebrities is to boast about their abortions and how they profited from the murder Will Trump use the military in US cities as his advisors are pushing?Soldier who left $1,000 of equipment behind in Afghanistan (under orders as he protested), is now charged for the equipment as he leaves the service. The Covid shot was always an expansion of the annual "flu shot" fear campaign. Now the annual flu shot is TWO SHOTS, a month apart and kids are having severe reactions China medical dictatorship flexes muscle — lockdown againThe "disease" was ALWAYS political — and it was never cured. Will US try to pull off the scam again as well? How the Trump Shots Create "Hyper-Progressive" (Turbo) CancerWe've seen the epidemiological studies showing rapid rise in cancers and their rapid progression in vaccinated people. Now the mechanism has been discovered. And, China is pulling lockdown martial law again. The "disease" was ALWAYS political — and it was never cured. Will US try to pull off the scam again as well? Slovakia refused to buy Pfizer jab, now Pfizer sues INTERVIEW David Stockman: Trump's War on Capitalism Former Congressman and Director of OMB under Reagan, David Stockman. What were the illusory foundations of "Peak Trump"? The disastrous fourth year was worse than most realize. Did Trump make America Great Again or did he lay the foundation to turn America into a giant Hooverville? By every metric but one, the Trump administration was a financial disaster and the Federal Reserve drove the getaway car (more like a train). The book is "Trump's War on Capitalism" ATF redefines "suppressor" in attempt to create felonies— it's a very important infringement and precedent Find out more about the show and where you can watch it at TheDavidKnightShow.comIf you would like to support the show and our family please consider subscribing monthly here: SubscribeStar https://www.subscribestar.com/the-david-knight-showOr you can send a donation throughMail: David Knight POB 994 Kodak, TN 37764Zelle: @DavidKnightShow@protonmail.comCash App at: $davidknightshowBTC to: bc1qkuec29hkuye4xse9unh7nptvu3y9qmv24vanh7Money is only what YOU hold: Go to DavidKnight.gold for great deals on physical gold/silverFor 10% off Gerald Celente's prescient Trends Journal, go to TrendsJournal.com and enter the code KNIGHT

Former Congressman and Director of OMB under Reagan, David Stockman. What were the illusory foundations of "Peak Trump"? The disastrous fourth year was worse than most realize.Did Trump make America Great Again or did he lay the foundation to turn America into a giant Hooverville?By every metric but one, the Trump administration was a financial disaster and the Federal Reserve drove the getaway car (more like a train). The book is "Trump's War on Capitalism"Find out more about the show and where you can watch it at TheDavidKnightShow.comIf you would like to support the show and our family please consider subscribing monthly here: SubscribeStar https://www.subscribestar.com/the-david-knight-showOr you can send a donation throughMail: David Knight POB 994 Kodak, TN 37764Zelle: @DavidKnightShow@protonmail.comCash App at: $davidknightshowBTC to: bc1qkuec29hkuye4xse9unh7nptvu3y9qmv24vanh7Money is only what YOU hold: Go to DavidKnight.gold for great deals on physical gold/silverFor 10% off Gerald Celente's prescient Trends Journal, go to TrendsJournal.com and enter the code KNIGHT

As Bidenomics continues to ravage the US economy and housing costs have shot up, the inflationary crisis is pushing low income and fixed income Americans into tighter living conditions, During the Great Depression, the proliferation of “Hooverville” shanty towns and charity soup lines became an iconic symbol of the scale of financial calamity. These kids of signals of collapse are not as prevalent or obvious in our era. Soup lines have been replaced by EBT benefits and food banks, while Hoovervilles are being replaced by “Squatter Towns” made up of RV villages on the outskirts of highways and Walmart parking lots -- perhaps we should refer to these as "Bidenvilles." Dr. Corsi breaks down how we got here, what's happening now and the true pain of the Biden Economy.Also, Dr. Corsi takes a close look at the reports of an explosion at a hospital in Gaza and questions surrounding it.Plus:The Kibbutz members who fought back against the Hamas attack and wonAutomakers are hanging hopes on EVs, but very few are buyingConstruction in the West could take a huge hit as Germany's building market plummets: might they be the first card of more to fall?Get your FREE copy of Dr. Corsi's new book with Swiss America CEO Dean Heskin, How the Coming Global Crash Will Create a Historic Gold Rush by calling: 800-519-6268Follow Dr. Jerome Corsi on Twitter: @corsijerome1Our website: https://www.thetruthcentral.comOur link to where to get the Marco Polo 650-Page Book on the Hunter Biden laptop & Biden family crimes free online: https://www.thetruthcentral.com/marco-polo-publishes-650-page-book-on-hunter-biden-laptop-biden-family-crimes-available-free-online/Our Sponsors: MyVital https://www.thetruthcentral.com/myvitalc-ess60-in-organic-olive-oil/ Swiss America: https://www.swissamerica.com/offer/CorsiRMP.php The MacMillan Agency: https://www.thetruthcentral.com/the-macmillan-agency/ Pro Rapid Review: https://prorrt.com/thetruthcentralmembers/Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-truth-central-with-dr-jerome-corsi--5810661/support.

This week, the Family covers a lot including Krysta talking more about the Miraculous Ladybug in her corner, Dean suggesting a format for Patreon shows and in general discussing Family matters. We finally settle down to discuss the subject of this episode, Judge Joseph Force Crater and his disappearance. We cover his youth, the New York of 1930 and it's famous Democratic machine in Tammany Hall. Then we discuss Judge Crater, his philandering ways (something Krysta does not like at all), his friends and the events on the last day of his life. We discuss the theories about who or what happened to 'the missingest man in America' in this historical true crime episode of the Family Plot Podcast!!!!This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/4670465/advertisement

This is a supplement to the piece I posted yesterday that needs clarification. It is all too easy to see both Barbie and Oppenheimer as two sides of the same coin - Barbie as the ultimate “woke” movie and Oppenheimer as a movie that attempts to vindicate or sympathize with Communism.But that would be a mistake. Barbie reflects our society now, a society not unlike what the Communist hunters most feared: ideological capture of our major institutions, our culture, our schools, and our government. I enjoyed Barbie because laughing at a silly movie was fun, but it is important to put it in context of what we're living through now.As Critical Drinker explains: Barbie is light-hearted and not intended as propaganda, but it makes assumptions about our shared reality that really only has meaning for those on the Left who go along with it. Men are bad, women are good, but gender is not a binary, etc.Oppenheimer is about the America before the war and the America after the war. Everything changed dramatically in the wake of Hitler, Stalin, and the bombs dropping on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, which would eventually take us to the Cold War. Oppenheimer was never a Communist. The film Oppenheimer is not about Communism. It isn't even really a Left vs. Right film. There isn't much politics involved at all. Some might react to the movie without seeing it, falsely believing it's Communist propaganda — understandably, because of Hollywood's reputation of late. But that would be unfair and a misread of what Oppenheimer is about. In the 1930s, amid the Great Depression, Hooverville, and the New Deal, it was a “Great Awokoning” of a kind. Those on the Left who cared about social justice started organizations to help those left behind. FDR's New Deal, for instance, left behind Black Americans. In the book about Oppenheimer, he was so well-read, compassionate, and worldly that he understood it was an unequal society, just like Orwell or any decent person who lived back then would. That is what drew him, and Orwell, at one point, to Communism. And both would eventually abandon it once they saw where it led.Oppenheimer and Orwell were free thinkers. They valued freedom of the mind more than anything, just as I do. That is why Orwell wrote 1984, and it's why Oppenheimer's quote about science is such a good one:Does anyone think today's Left still believes that? They do not. They don't believe in freedom of the mind at all. They believe in forced conformity and ideological compliance in art, science, education, and even relationships between people, language, comedy, and everything else they control, which is almost everything.Oppenheimer's first girlfriend, Jean Tatlock, was a card-carrying member of the Communist Party. Many of Oppenheimer's friends were also Communists. They continued to try to recruit him, but he always refused to join — he was a singular thinker and did not want to belong to any group or have any allegiances. He also, and I want to be clear here, BUILT THE ATOM BOMB THAT ENDED THE WAR. Anyone who wants to dump on Oppenheimer has to understand his place in history, and if you are applying his suspected ties to Communism as being more important than BUILDING THE ATOM BOMB THAT ENDED THE WAR, then you are no different from the screeching fanatics on the Left.Whether you think he should have built the bomb is beside the point. He helped end World War II, full stop. He was hailed as a hero for doing so. Our government wanted to build what President Ike warned against in his farewell address, the Military Industrial Complex: Oppenheimer did everything he could to prevent the arms race, which put him at odds with the government and the military. Oppenheimer was Jewish, which meant he was already an outsider and felt like one his entire life. But playing such an important part in history — with the caveat that they dropped the bomb on Japan and killed hundreds of thousands of people, of course — mattered to him. He believed he was building the bomb for Hitler, not Japan. The paranoia in our country was understandable. Communist spies were working in our government. There was a united effort to indoctrinate our citizens to their ideology. There was Communist ideology injected into Hollywood screenplays. There was a Communist movement here. Their fear was not unfounded. Many of those involved in the Communist movement in the 1930s would ultimately abandon it once they saw Stalin's murder of millions and his extreme totalitarian ideology. Most people on the Left did not know the extent of it because then, like now, only useful information filtered through.I grew up thinking Communism was “good,” and would only later understand how that ideology had manifested in the former Soviet Union, in China, in North Korea. Has it ever worked out without becoming a dystopian nightmare? No. That's why Winston Churchill concluded this about Democracy:Yet, with the mass hysteria after the Rosenbergs were caught and executed, and the shooting in the Capitol, our government wanted to purge not just actual Communists but anyone who ever knew Communists or read a book that might be thought of as having Communist leanings. This is why Arthur Miller wrote the play The Crucible to bring back the Salem Witch trials to illustrate another era when mass hysteria caused us all to look at one another suspiciously, and terrible things followed in its wake. And why Rod Serling wrote such profound dissenting viewpoints in so many of the Twilight Zones epsiodes, like the Monsters are Due on Maple Street:Now, we're seeing our country overtaken by something similar to Communist ideology AND the persecution of those trying to fight back. It's a hard pretzel to wrap one's mind around. It's easy if you separate the mass hysteria from the ideology. Now, the hysteria is (and I'm writing a longer piece about this for next time in Part Three of America at the Hands of a Cult) rooted in the idea that it's the “Communist” ideology that must be preserved and anyone trying to dismantle it is a racist, sexist, bigot, transphobe, etc. The two sides have completely reversed themselves. The Left is now where the Right was then. But if you stand on the side of freedom, you will always be on the right side, no matter your ideology. America is founded on freedom, and it's freedom we must always reach for.What will frustrate me the most about the Left's reaction to Oppenheimer is that they will see themselves as still on the right side of history because the Republicans were persecuting him and ultimately removed his security clearance. Maybe that means they still see themselves as the good guys still fighting the good fight. But they would be wrong.Even those who are against “cancel culture” and understand fanaticism and dogma have captured all of our major institutions, from culture to education to science to government, will never be able to take one step further to understand that the source of the hysteria is the person that disrupted the utopia: Donald Trump.It's a little like saying witchcraft is real and there are real witches, just not those you accused of witchcraft. To understand the source of the hysteria — Donald Trump is a racist and a rapist — is to understand the purges and persecutions. This is why I no longer draw that line, why I write so much about Trump and MAGA even at the cost of my own reputation, and why I live my life publicly defying that direct order to divide myself from half the country. I do not buy into it, and that, I think, is our only way out.Until they can do that and humanize Trump and his supporters, they will never fully grasp the moment we're living through and will still kick the can down the road for years before it all comes home to roost. And it will. It always does. All one has to do is look at their behavior, and our behavior, since Trump was elected to understand what they're doing now, to Trump, to anyone who isn't fully on board with their “Woketupia” is still mass hysteria. It's still a mass delusion. It will still be regarded with the same disdain we now regard the witch hunts in the 1950s. At least in the 1950s, they had the excuse of WWII — Hitler and Stalin. Now, all we have is Trump, MAGA, and the Tea Party as their greatest threat. They believe it's the “white male patriarchy” and the “white supremacists” trying to remove the “Black and Brown and the LGBTQIA people from power.” And this is because Obama did remake this country into a “woke utopia.” The film Barbie is a great example of just how accepted this ideology is - that regardless of its dramatic changes over the past few years - they can still point to “The Patriarchy” as the ultimate evil. We've now become almost numb to watching our fellow Americans, millions of them, treated as enemies of the state, not to mention the unprecedented persecution of Trump — Jack Smith's indictment as the most recent example, but the raid on mar-a-logo, Russiagate, the two impeachments, and a propaganda media that refuses to report the truth, the casual dehumanization we see against them on social media when the Left holds all of the power is a terrifying moment in history to be living through.It isn't hard to stand on the right side of history. You just have to recognize what fear and delusion can do to people when they don't have strong leaders like Eisenhower to guide them through the storm. I hope that clarifies my intent with the piece. Get full access to Free Thinking Through the Fourth Turning with Sasha Stone at sashastone.substack.com/subscribe

On this episode the crew changes the show format and covers Daleks in Manhattan with an era both Sue and Samuel adore, Hooverville, a refresher on Daleks lore, types of companions, veterans talk, baby faced Andrew Garfield, a sewer setup, and talk about human Daleks. To find previous episodes go to: tscn.tv/gtw To subscribe to … Continue reading Going Through Who 16.5: Daleks In Manhattan →

 Who's trending up or down for an All Star selection? How hot does Julio need to get? Could we see 4 pitchers get a selection? Live from Hooverville Bar! May 23, 2023 To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Bozuk bakışa bir mimari nispet etmek mümkün müdür? Çünkü bozuk kelimesi kırık, yıkık, işlevsizleşmiş, düzensiz, kusurlu, kötü... olanı; mimari ise a priori olarak bir düzeni, işlevselliği, kusursuzluğu, yapmayı... ifade eder. Bunlara göre bozuk bakışı mimari ile nitelemek, niteleyen olarak daha baştan mimarinin bozukluğunu pekiştirmektir. Boz kmk-kelimesinin tiksinti, nefret, kin, düşmanlık, öç alma (Bkz.: Çağbayır Sözlüğü); gözbebeğinde görmeye mani olan beyazlık, aksu, katarakt (Bkz.: Doğan Sözlük) anlamlarına geldiğini bildiğimizde ise böylesi bir bakışın zaten kötü bir mimariden başka bir şeyle nitelenmeyeceğini anlamış oluruz. Bozuk bakışın mimarlığı herkese ve her devire nispet edilebileceğine göre demek ki insan(lar)ın olduğu her yerde bu fiilin ifası da mümkün hâle gelir. Ancak belli insanlar ve devirler vardı ki bozuk bakışın mimarisi doğrudan bunlara da mal edilebilir ya da onlar bu mal edilişi bizzat hak ederler. Örneğin Cumhuriyet devrinin laikçi aydınları tamı tamına böyledir. Münevver yerine uydurulan aydın kelimesinin, mana bakımından ilkine göre yetersizliği hakkında çokça konuşulduğu ve yazıldığı gibi, mezkûr devirde nerdeyse hain kelimesiyle eşitlenen aydının kendi kültürüne olan yabancılığı ve düşmanlığı, Sol ahlaka ya da İslam ahlakına sahip (Örn.: Kemal Tahir, Attila İlhan; İsmet Özel, Cemil Meriç vb.) kişiler tarafından da sıkça dile getirilmiştir. İşin ilginç yanı, bozuk bakışın mimarlığı kendi kültürüne düşmanlık etme; milletini hakir görme; Batıya zebun olma ve onun karşısında nihayetsiz bir ezikliği yaşama... esasında çok sağlam(!) kurulmuş olmalı ki, işaret ettiğimiz onca eleştiriye, reddiyeye rağmen Cumhuriyet aydını bozuk bakışın mimarlığını tekrarlayarak süreklileştirmekten de hiç geri durmamıştır. Bu manada 1930'larda sergilenen tavrıla, 2010'larda, hatta ‘20'lerde tekrarlanan tavrılar arasında bir fark yok gibidir. Şimdi bunu henüz dumanı üstünde sayılabilecek bir örnek üzerinden konuşmak daha isabetli olacaktır. Sözlerini örnek olarak seçtiğimiz kişinin aynı zamanda bir mimar olması ne şakadır ne de paradokstur, başlı başına bir aydın gerçeğidir. Mimar ve öğretim üyesi Uğur Tanyeli diyor ki: “1932 yılına ait bir fotoğraf New York'ta Central Park'ın ‘Lawn' diye bilinen kesimini gösteriyor. Taşlı bir düzlüğün ortasında dizilmiş bir grup sefil kulübe görülüyor resimde: 1929 büyük ekonomik bunalımının işsiz bıraktığı milyonlardan küçük bir kesim de kendilerine Central Park'ı mekân tutmuşlar. O dönemde bunun gibi yüzlercesinin mevcut olduğu ve genelde bunalımla baş etmeyi beceremeyen iktidarı simgeleyen Başkan'ın adıyla ‘Hooverville' (Hooverkent) diye adlandırıldıkları biliniyor. Dünyanın en şık parklarından birinin ortasında apaçık bir sefalet manzarası bu. 22 Eylül 1932 tarihli bir New York Times haberi Deputy Parks Commissioner John Hart'ın sözlerini aktarıyor: ‘Park yönetimi derin bir üzüntü duysa da bu sabah yerleşmeyi ortadan kaldırmaya karar verdi. Bunu yapmak istemiyoruz. Oradaki insanlar düzeni koruyorlar, yapabildikleri kadar konforlu barakalar inşa edip döşemişler de. Fakat yerleşmenin içinde ne su ne de sağlık donatıları var.'

The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck, chapter 20 - 1, Narrated by Isaac BirchallThe family goes to the coroners office to bury Grandma properly, so she is forced to settle for a pauper's grave. The family then decides to go toward the Hooverville where they are accosted by an old man for asking if they could stay there. They then start to unpack, and Tom goes on a walk to find out what's going on here and to see if he can find a job anywhere. Ma starts cooking the the Hooverville, as Pa comes back after trying to find some meat, he finds a hoard of Children that have gathered around their stew pot, all with hungry eyes.  Tom and Casey have another talk about life and what's going to happen now they're in California.Rose of Sharon and Connie talk about their new lives in California, and he laments that he maybe should have stayed in Sallisaw and studied tractors. Ma talks more with the children around the pot of food. Al meets Floyd and Al helps him finish the work on his car. As a thanks Floyd lets him know about the work situation and tells him about a potential job that may be coming up.a Chevy then enters the camp, a man steps out with handbills in his hand. He walks around the camp, and everyone in intimidated. He asks if they need work, and the men ask him what kind of of pay they're offering. The man cannot answer the questions and he gets angry at them for their questions. The man calls to his car and deputy steps out. He grabs Floyd and tries to take him in for no reason at all. Then suddenly Tom steps in...After the scuffle Tom has to go and find Uncle John who has gone off to drink. He walks all along the road and eventually finds him singing drunkenly along the side of the road. He takes him back to the truck and the family has to go away. They drive along he road, and eventually find a huge group of men that are seemingly ready to lynch any "Oakie" that they come across/ The family is forced to find another route, and they come across the scene of the Hooverville camp, up in Flames.Get SurfShark and protect yourself online today⁠⁠⁠VPN: https://get.surfshark.net/aff_c?offer_id=926&aff_id=20389⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Antivirus: https://get.surfshark.net/aff_c?offer_id=934&aff_id=20389⁠⁠⁠Get data brokers to stop selling your information with:⁠⁠⁠Incogni: https://get.incogni.io/aff_c?offer_id=1219&aff_id=20389⁠⁠⁠Thank you so much for listening, if you want to support the me go to any of these links :)*Social*⁠⁠SHOPIFY: https://the-essential-reads.myshopify.com/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/theessentialreads⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TWITTER: http://twitter.com/isaacbirchall98⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/theessentialreads⁠Support the showThank you so much for listening, if you want to support the me go to any of these links :)*Social*SHOPIFY: https://the-essential-reads.myshopify.com/INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/theessentialreadsTWITTER: http://twitter.com/isaacbirchall98Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/theessentialreads

Derek and Kieran are joined by Garry Christian. Garry is lead singer of the band THE CHRISTIANS who burst onto the music scene in the late 80's when their debut album, The Christians was released to huge acclaim. The instantly recognisable album released seven singles including Forgotten Town, Ideal World, Born Again and Hooverville. The bands second album COLOUR hit the Number One spot in 1991 and the band went on to enjoy success with Words, What's In A Word and Father. The CHRISTIANS continue to tour across Ireland and the UK and all details can be found on their socials. Let Christy Take It bring you Garry Christian. Thanks to our sponsor Irish Woodcraft, check them out at https://irishwoodcraft.ie and also to Emma for arranging the interview and Mark for editing and keeping us honest and on the straight and narrow.....

The Post Sunday Blues: A Preaching Postmortem is where you can go backstage with Liberti Church Collingswood's sermons! Covered this week: the Tower of Babel, Pentecost, and global mission. Email us your thoughts via postsundayblues@gmail.com.

Meg reports on Louise Wise Services' twisted adoption practices. Jessica guides us through SoHo's history of high rents and low entertainment.

Screwball month continues with a look at Gregory la Cava's My Man Godfrey. Based on the novel and co-written by Eric Hatch, the film stars William Powell as the titular Godfrey. He's a forgotten man, living in a Hooverville in New York City where he's picked up by a bunch of swells out on a scavenger hunt. Bringing in a forgotten man will net a lot of points and help Irene Bullock (Carole Lombard) win the game. In return, she hires Godfrey as a butler to the wacky Bullock family. And, of course, hilarity ensues...Kat Ellinger and Maurice Bursztynski join Mike to discuss the original adaptation as well as the 1957 version with David Niven and June Allyson.

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Screwball month continues with a look at Gregory la Cava's My Man Godfrey. Based on the novel and co-written by Eric Hatch, the film stars William Powell as the titular Godfrey. He's a forgotten man, living in a Hooverville in New York City where he's picked up by a bunch of swells out on a scavenger hunt. Bringing in a forgotten man will net a lot of points and help Irene Bullock (Carole Lombard) win the game. In return, she hires Godfrey as a butler to the wacky Bullock family. And, of course, hilarity ensues...Kat Ellinger and Maurice Bursztynski join Mike to discuss the original adaptation as well as the 1957 version with David Niven and June Allyson.

No Agenda Episode 1419 - "Sleep Equity" "Sleep Equity" Executive Producers: Jason Pangerl Sir Adam of Hooverville James Murray Associate Executive Producers: Amy Mullin Abhilash Kumar Tim Lange Gregory DiBernardo Jonathan Crowe Chuck Bennett Become a member of the 1420 Club, support the show here Boost us with with Podcasting 2.0 Certified apps: Podfriend - Breez - Sphinx - Podstation - Curiocaster - Fountain Art By: Mike Riley End of Show Mixes: Rolando Gonzalez - Tidewater Architect Engineering, Stream Management & Wizardry Mark van Dijk - Systems Master Ryan Bemrose - Program Director Back Office Aric Mackey Chapters: Dreb Scott Clip Custodian: Neal Jones NEW: and soon on Netflix: Animated No Agenda No Agenda Social Registration Sign Up for the newsletter No Agenda Peerage ShowNotes Archive of links and Assets (clips etc) 1419.noagendanotes.com New: Directory Archive of Shownotes (includes all audio and video assets used) archive.noagendanotes.com RSS Podcast Feed Full Summaries in PDF No Agenda Lite in opus format NoAgendaTorrents.com has an RSS feed or show torrents Last Modified 01/23/2022 14:29:57This page created with the FreedomController Last Modified 01/23/2022 14:29:57 by Freedom Controller  

Herbert Hoover's name was mud.By 1930, the Great Depression was in full swing. Fortunes had been lost, savings had been wiped out, and four million Americans were unemployed (a rate of nearly nine percent). President Hoover was widely perceived as being tone-deaf to both the gravity of the economic catastrophe and the suffering of average Americans.A lot of things got named for Herbert Hoover. “Hoovervilles” were the shanty towns built on the outskirts of cities where homeless unemployed men and their families lived. There was a big one right in New York's Central Park. The nation's largest Hooverville, in St. Louis, had an unofficial mayor and built its own churches and other institutions.There were also “Hoover blankets” (sheets of old newspaper used as blankets), “Hoover flags (empty pockets turned out), “Hoover leather” (cardboard placed in the soles of shoes to cover the holes) and “Hoover wagons” (automobiles hooked to teams of horses, their engines removed).There was also, awkwardly enough, Hoover Dam.SourcesAmerican Experience, “The Controversial Naming of the Dam.” Retrieved August 22, 2021 from https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/americanexperience/features/hoover-controversy/Gamble, Kelly Stone. “Ragtown.” Retrieved September 19, 2021 from https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B094DXDLTCWikipedia, “Herbert Hoover.” Retrieved August 22, 2021 from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herbert_HooverWikipedia, “Hoover Dam.” Retrieved August 22, 2021 from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoover_DamWikipedia, “Hooverville.” Retrieved August 22, 2021 from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hooverville Subscribe to History's TrainwrecksSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/historys-trainwrecks. Help keep trainwrecks on the tracks. Become a supporter at https://plus.acast.com/s/historys-trainwrecks. Our GDPR privacy policy was updated on August 8, 2022. Visit acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hey horror fans! This week on The Horror Hosts featuring Jess and Tex we talk about the 1988 classic They Live. A drifter arrives in L.A. and finds a job while being patient and waiting on the American dream to kick in for him. Poverty and class dichotomy are a struggle for him and his friend Frank as they work construction and live in a Hooverville. Our protagonist, Nada, finds a box of sunglasses that open his eyes to what's really going around him. Can our heroes rebel against the powers that be and balance society? Will Nada find more bubblegum? Listen and find out! This episode was also live streamed at twitch.tv/commonspacegc. Join us next week for a live Q&A after the show! #horrorhosts #podcast #movie #horror #horrorcommunity #scary #suspense #thriller #mystery #scifi #comedy #schlock #cultclassic #atmospheric #vintage #aliens #monster #johncarpenter #theylive

Reminiscent of the “Hooverville” shanty towns of the 1930s, homeless camps are becoming larger and more permanent throughout Kern County. We talk to Mission of Kern County Director Carlos Baldovinos about what the next year will bring.

1930's Hooverville - its depressing!

In a weepy swan song for outgoing District 4 Sacramento City Councilmember Steve Hansen, Sacramento Bee columnist Marcos Breton still cannot seem to wrap his head around why people voted Hansen out and Katie Valenzuela in--despite all of us repeatedly telling him the reason. Renters living in precarious housing situations simply do not see Hansen as an ally--particularly after he and council tried to kill real rent control this year, with his office famously trying to smear one of rent control's biggest champions, Michelle Pariset (who is now, in a wonderful twist of fate, Valenzuela's chief of staff).   Thanks to neolibs like Hansen, Sacramento--along with all of California--faces an eviction tsunami during the worst of the coronavirus pandemic.   First among these fights is Hawthorne Suites, where at least 38 residents received eviction notices from the Calabasas-based Ezralow Company. As friend of the show and longtime housing advocate Alison B mentioned on a viral Twitter thread, Sacramento leaders like Hansen have set us up for a Hooverville future, in which thousands upon thousands of renters will end up unhoused and we'll be forced to plan and scale formal encampments throughout the region.   Speaking of which, Monday was the winter solstice. And every year on that day the Sacramento Regional Coalition to End Homelessness holds a ceremony reading the names of everyone in the county who died in the streets. In 2020, we lost over 90 neighbors. Shannon attended the ceremony, and shares with us some of her reflections.   Thanks for listening, defund the police and, as always: Twitter: @youknowkempa, @guillotine4you, @ShanNDSTevens, @Flojaune And thank you to Be Brave Bold Robot for the tunes.

Översiktsserien fortsätter. Det kommer att handla om den överskattade Herbert Hoover, Hoovervilles och Hoover filtar, trickle down ekonomi, veteranerna i bonusarmén, armén på Pennsylvania Avenue, Frankin Roosevelts liv, att kandidera som rullstolsbunden, presidentvalet 1932, förlamad anka och mild ale. Glöm inte att prenumerera på podcasten! Ge den gärna betyg på iTunes! Följ podden på Facebook (facebook.com/stjarnbaneret), twitter (@stjarnbaneret) eller Instagram (@stjarnbaneret) Kontakta oss på: stjarnbaneret@gmail.com

Pigs in Space: Well actually in the Empire State Building and infused with human scum from Hooverville. We Daleks want to travel high in the sky in our elevators of doom while we transform Dalek Sec into Human/Dalek hybrid and we experiment on ways to improve our race. We have word that Colin may not like us, but Jase is the perfect example of a potential final experiment. Word is still out on Shelby as she is still waiting for processing. We watch out for the Doctor who seems to have yet another human by his side.

Show Notes No Agenda Episode 1273 - "False Positive" "False Positive" Direct [link] to the mp3 file ShowNotes Archive of links and Assets (clips etc) 1273.noagendanotes.com Sign Up for the newsletter Archive of Shownotes (includes all audio and video assets used) archive.noagendanotes.com The No Agenda News Network- noagendanewsnetwork.com RSS Podcast Feed Experimental IPFS RSS Feed Get the No Agenda News App for your iPhone and iPad Get the NoAgendDroid app for your Android Phone Torrents of each episode via BitLove document.write("Last Modified " + document.lastModified)This page created with the FreedomController Credits "False Positive" Executive Producers: Anonymous from Parts Unknown Sir Henry of Flowerfield Fleet Larsen Adam of Rock Island Dame G$ Joel Selevich BARON DIRTY DICK BANGS OF DC Sir Heerco of the papal fiefdom of Utrecht Sir Dave, Duke of America's Heartland and the Arabian Peninsula Sir Veiled in FEMA Region IV Associate Executive Producers: Sir Dude Named Daniel Deborah Reese Sir Ed LeBouthillier Sebrina Coddington Anonymous Michele Friedlein Sir David C Pugh Become a member of the 1274 Club, support the show here Title Changes Sir Veiled in FEMA Region IV -> Baron of FEMA Region IV Adam from Austin -> Sir Adam from Hooverville Knights & Dames Ron -> Sir Ron the Oriental Drummer Cassidy Eastwood -> Dame Cassidy of Dimension A Danny Carroll -> Sir Danny Surveyor of South Point, Knight of the Riverhawg Engineering, Stream Management & Wizardry Mark van Dijk - Systems Master Ryan Bemrose - Program Director NEW: and soon on Netflix: Animated No Agenda End of Show Mixes: John Fletcher - Jesse Coy Nelson - Nostradamust Sign Up for the newsletter ShowNotes Archive of links and Assets (clips etc) 1273.noagendanotes.com New: Directory Archive of Shownotes (includes all audio and video assets used) archive.noagendanotes.com RSS Podcast Feed Get the No Agenda News App for your iPhone and iPad Get the NoAgendDroid app for your Android Phone No Agenda Lite in opus format NoAgendaTorrents.com has an RSS feed or show torrents document.write("Last Modified " + document.lastModified)This page created with the FreedomController 17503 Keywords

On today’s episode of Storium Arc, we have a chat with Shrevei about using Storium’s card system for worldbuilding. Find out how you can use Storium’s cards to enhance your game worlds and gather ideas from players to use later. Referenced Games: Imitating Life: https://storium.com/game/imitating-life Operation Dragonfire: https://storium.com/game/operation-dragonfire Herofall: https://storium.com/game/herofall One Night in Hooverville: https://storium.com/game/one-night-in-hooverville The post Episode 60! Creative Card Play: Part 2 appeared first on Storium Arc.

Shadow visits his sister and learns about nefarious activity plaguing the “Hooverville” under the Bel Air bridge.  Cotton visits his therapist, Dr. Ingrid Marjorie Jones Brown, to work out issues with his alter-ego.  The heroes spend some time at Buster’s. (Featuring Duke Walter, Dean Martin Jr, Chris Freedom, Jas Abramowitz) Originally AIred October 29th, 2019

Everybody loves making the easy choices. Cake or a dirt sandwich. A night at the Ritz or a week at Chateau de Hooverville. But when it comes to the tough choices, that’s where the butter really meets the bread. And for Tommy Bam Bam Prue, Miles Pike and Irving Holt, they gotta make a tough … Continue reading Gunn for Hire – Episode 5

Yo, we're talking about our favorite Rap & Metal Collaborations this week with our good friend, Esty Sanchez of A Hero Within. Jason is a Rap fan and even rapped in a NuMetal band? Esty grew up in the hood? Does DLo need to talk more? What's a Hooverville? Is there a stealth marriage between Rap and Metal? Was Ludacris considered to be part of the "Crunk" movement of Atlanta? Did Mariah Carey have more Number Ones than The Beatles? Theme song: Godhammered

Most of these people were middle class folks who lost jobs. They had come from a better life and expected to be going back to that life after the depression was over.They were called Hoovervilles, shantytowns named for the president, many of the jobless blamed for the great depression.And St. Louis' Hooverville was among the greatest of them all; with as many as five thousand residents living by their wits, in squalor on the riverfront just south of the MaCarthur Bridge.They created a real community, they created an integrated community, it was a community in which the men took two wheel carts and went out around the city during the day seeing what they could rustle in terms of food or maybe an odd job here and there washing a window for a downtown retail store, picking up coal along the railroad tracks for heat for cooking or heat for keeping their homes warm.Their homes were tiny, sometimes made out of orange crates or crushed cars or made out of wood that was sort of scavenged from anywhere you could scavenge it.Often entire families lived in the Hooverville and the children even attended school. Pevely Dairy sent them milk. Soulard Market sent unsold vegetables.The Terminal Railroad which owned much of the land simply let them be.It was somehow livable, but not much of a life.It is on the one hand a tale of extraordinary poverty in a very very wealthy county but it is also a story of persistence and endurance on the part of people who face adverse circumstances.By the mid 1930's St. Louis' Hooverville began to shrink because people began finding work and because the city decided to clear the land for a park that eventually become the Archgrounds. Still, a few squatters continued living in their riverfront shacks until the late 1950's, when the last were finally bulldozed to make way for Interstate 55.

So many hoovers, so little time. And now, Martha Jones in her first two parter. Featuring the Daleks, because bloody hell do the Daleks ever not appear? Can you imagine if they named an episode “Mystery of the Daleks” and then didn’t have the Daleks appear at all? The mystery is, where are they? It’sContinue reading →

In depression era New York, the Daleks need the Empire State Building to be finished Now! CONSTRUCT!  CONSTRUCT! Join us as we discuss Episode 304: Daleks in Manhattan The Doctor and Martha find out that people are disappearing from the Hooverville shantytown in Central Park.  Their investigation leads them to find a nightclub singer, a ...

The Improv Saved My Life Podcast Episode #81 (Mac Gostow & Laura Merli) In this episode Tom is joined by two really talented improvisers, Mac Gostow (Associate Producer at ImprovBoston, Cast Member of "The Family Show" & "All Access Improv" at ImprovBoston, Cast Member of B.U.M.P, "My Musical OK Cupid Date", Producer of "College Comedy Festival" and "The Boston Comedy Arts Festival" ) & Laura Merli ("Hooverville", "Robot Arms", "Monotone" & "Improv Jones"). Topics discussed include Mac's various improv ventures, the isolating nature of technology, mopeds vs scooters, Tom & Mac have a song lyric battle and Mac freestyle raps about clocks. Should you check out this episode? Yes...and also check out Mac in "My Musical OK Cupid Date". Get tickets and info here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/my-musical-ok-cupid-date-tickets-16541162061?aff=es2 Check out Tom and Laura perform with "Robot Arms" and a bunch of cool improv, stand up, sketch and music acts at "The Memorial Day Variety Show Bash at The Middle East" on 5/25. Do me a favor and subscribe and rate "The Improv Saved My Life Podcast” on iTunes at this link https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/b.i.t.s-boston-improv-talk/id786818514?mt=2

Hosts: Jim, Jon & KentGuest: John "Scooter" Weaver In this episode we create a burgeoning city full of humans making its way in the world on the edge of three nonhuman lands. In this fantasy world, the human kingdoms do all they can to get a leg-up on their competition, and political backstabbing is the norm. And all the while, the elves, dwarves and orcs watch them as they move closer and closer to danger.RECOMMENDATIONS: Jim recommends Trader Tales: Quarter Share by Nathan Lowell. Jon recommends Giant in the Playground & Order of the Stick.Mentioned in this Episode:Dungeons & DragonsThieves' WorldFritz Leiber / Fafhrd & the Gray MouserBlack Hills Gold RushConvicts in AustraliaDUNE / The SpiceBalance of TerrorThe Fisher KingHouses of the BloodedWicker ManBritanniaChivalry / Courtly LoveThe Bishop!LeviathanStar Trek / Kirk WomanizingDark SunChargé d'affairesHoovervilleDyson Sphere / Dyson Vacuum CleanersLowe'sStilgar / House Atreides / Muad'dibPresidio / The PresidioSolomon's Porch / ColonnadePrimate / Metropolitan / MagisteriumCaratacusLichMagusNathan Lowell / Quarter ShareGiant in the Playground / Order of the Stick Episode 18 - Accord Download