rSlash - r/Tifu When My Girlfriend Caught Me Showering With My Mom

Episode Date: November 23, 2020

r/Tifu OP's girlfriend comes to visit, and the two get physical! After the deed is done, OP goes to take a shower, but his mom is already taking a bath in the same bathroom. OP has a casual relationship with his mom, so he doesn't think it's that big of a deal... until his girlfriend walks into the bathroom butt-naked. I'm not sure who was more shocked: OP, his girlfriend, or his mom! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

These side marios all you can eat is all you can munch a soup salad and garlic home Welcome to our slash a podcast where we the best post from across Reddit today Subreddit is our slash today. I f'd up where OP locks his little sister in a shark costume for nine hours Today I f'd up when my ex girlfriend walked in to find me in the shower with my mom. So I was at one night drinking and generally having a good time when I bumped into my ex at a bar. After quite a few beers, I can miss if I come back to my folks place where I was living at the time. Needless to say, we had a fun night passionately hugging like exes. Next morning, I wake up with a massive hangover, a huge dose of regret and my ex asleep on

my pillow. I felt horrible and couldn't think of anything worse than cuddling and dredging up memories of a relationship that I definitely didn't want to be in. I needed to escape, so I told her I was going to take a shower, so off I went. I get to the bathroom and find my mom was in there taking a bath. Hmm, what to do? I really didn't want to head back to bed and hang out with my ex. So, given that the shower is separate from the bath, I make the faithful decision to interrupt my mom

and ask if she's okay with me taking a shower. We're a pretty cool, liberal family. It's not like we take baths together, but we're pretty relaxed. So, I jump in the shower and decide to sit down and nurse my hangover and relative privacy. Once seated on the floor, I can't even see my mom to sit down and nurse my hangover and relative privacy. Once seated on the floor, I can't even see my mom. She may as well not even be there. Next thing I know, I see the bathroom door open, and my ex-sonters in completely naked

to surprise me. Since she can hear the shower running, she's really not expecting to find my mom's plate out naked in the bath. My mom shrieks! My X shrieks and then storms out and slams the door. This still makes me laugh to this day. No, OP, that can't be right. I saw this story on PortnHub and that's definitely not how this video is supposed to go.

Today I f'd up by sending an adult picture to 25 people. I'm one of those losers who love snapchat streaks. I collect them diligently and keep them going with morning and night streaks every day. At this point, I have streaks with about 25 people, some of them reaching almost 500 days. I say all that to set up the fact that my screw up affects several people that I've been doing this with for a long time. Today, I was brewing coffee in my giant metal percolator. It's very shiny and reflective. I sometimes sleep in the nude and last night was no exception. This morning I was waiting until I had to get ready for work before I got dressed so I was still very

naked when I decided to sit in my daily morning streak. Today I decided to take a picture of my brewing coffee as a picture. I'm not very creative. I did so. I had a couple of good morning graphics and sent it without a second thought. Then, one of my friends took a screenshot of my streak, prompting confusion. He sent it back to me and asked, uh, did you mean to have your dick in the picture? Sure enough, in the picture, my little dude is clearly visible in a reflective surface at the percolator. I just sent this to 25 people, and so far only a couple of them have opened it, but I now live in dread of what this day brings.

O.P. posted the picture, and I looked at it, and yeah, that's definitely a dog, but obviously I can't post it to YouTube. So yep, that's a confirmed T-Foo. Today I effed up by telling my dentist that Joe Biden won the election. I've been following the election all day, every day, waiting for a victory announcement. I had an appointment this morning to get a filling replaced, and of course, the second I leave my apartment, the fireworks and cheering start, so I check my phone and lo and behold, Biden has claimed Pennsylvania. Anyway, I finished my walk to the dentist office, I'm in phone and lo and behold, Biden has claimed Pennsylvania.

Anyway, I finished my walk to the dentist office, I'm in the chair, and the dentist and his assistant come in. I just say, it looks like they'd call the election for Biden, with no indication or preference one way or the other. I was gonna mention how I missed the news announcement and leave it at that. Instead, as soon as I mention it, the dentist gets a look of total defeat on his face. And then starts going off, calmly, about how the machines were having errors in Michigan, fake ballots, voter fraud, and having to recount all the states or something. At this point, he's proceeded to drill my mouth.

I'm not fully numb, terrified, and in pain. I've never been more scared in my life, worried that I upset this guy working on my mouth. Down in the comments comments we have this amazing contribution from the grubby one. You've learned a valuable lesson today. Facts don't care about your fillings. Today I effed up by making my sister wear a shark costume for 9 hours. This happened several years ago following the whole shark super bowl craze. I was living with my sister in a row of cottage when she showed me a left shark outfit that she had ordered from the internet. It's important to note here that there was nobody around for miles. I helped her put the costume on and help zipping her up. We had a few

laps at how ridiculous it looked and I left her to do whatever things sharks do and took off her work. Fast forward about nine hours to me getting home from work and walking in the door to her just screaming at me. It hadn't once crossed my mind or hers, apparently, that she couldn't reach the zipper on the back of the bulky costume. And because there weren't any hand holes on the shark fins, she couldn't grab onto it even if she could have reached it. So she's been close to 9 hours watching TV in a hot, sweaty, shark costume and resisting the temptation to

go to the bathroom. She has 100% not forgotten about this, and I'm not sure I'm ever going to live it down. She's also on a few occasions to try to convince me to put on that outfit, and there's not a chance and hell of that ever happening. How bad is it that the first thing that comes to mind from this story is, help me step brother, I'm stuck! Today I effed up by watching adult videos with my parents. So this happened a few weeks ago, but I'm still not over it so I thought I would share.

A few weeks ago, my dad walked in from work with an unlocked Amazon Firestick thinking that he'd hit the jackpot. My mom and stepdad are both big into films and shows, so they thought this would allow them to end their subscription in Netflix. As with most parents, mine are fairly clueless when it comes to technology, so whenever they buy something new like this, they call on me, their 27-year-old son to come help them out. I happily agreed, but warned them that not only was this device against the law, but also pretty terrible. So I get to their house, plug it in, and take a seat between the two of them on the sofa. This isn't a massive sofa, so we're pretty close to one another.

My mom is also partially deaf, so whereas most households would probably have their volume set at, let's say, 20, and this house is usually at around 50. Most of the time I'm there, I can't hear myself think of the TV's on. That's how loud it usually is. Remember this for when things get the fan. If you've ever set one of these up before, you know that they're pretty much plug and go, so I had it set up in under 5 minutes. I was asked to show them how to navigate the different parts of the film, series, etc. Thankfully, everything we tried to watch either didn't work or was just unwatchable, so they were happy to get rid of it. That

was, until my mom asked to see the live TV option and asked if she could see the quality of that. Sure, why not? Again, it'll be terrible and they'll be disappointed. I just put it on channel 1 and straight away you could tell if the quality was awful. I went to hit back so I could exit out of the program and get rid of the fire stick, but I guess I pressed the wrong button. I pressed channel down. Oh God. As soon as I click the button, it went to the very last channel. A livestream of a website that ends with the word hub. Now's the time to remember how close we're sitting and how loud this TV currently is. Then OP describes what's happening, which I'm absolutely not going to read. The squelching, slapping, and moaning noises

will forever haunt me. I didn't know what to do. My mom was screaming, the girl on the TV was screaming. I looked at my stepdad and his jaw was on the floor. I frantically started hitting any button I can to try to get me out of this nightmare. But for a good few seconds, nothing happens. It finally turns off, and my mom and stepdad look at each other

and just burst out laughing. I'm sitting here in the middle of them both, feeling younger and more bears than I ever have in my life. Still now, I can't go to the house without them bringing it up as a massive joke, when I'm truly still haunted by the whole thing. Down in the comments, we have this story from PNPIN. Ha, ha, ha, this reminds me of taking my mom with me on a work trip several years ago. still haunted by the whole thing. Down in the comments we have this story from PNPin.

This reminds me of taking my mom with me on a work trip several years ago. We got to the hotel and she turned on the TV. It was loudly playing an adult video of two women from the PPV channel. She was so subtle that she yelled and threw the remote. It went behind the headboard of one of the bids. I was trying to find the remote while she was trying to figure out how to turn the channel on the TV. She was yelling, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, good lord, oh, good lord.

The whole time. I ended up having to unplug the TV to get rid of the image of two stairs. My mom was completely horrified. I was both embarrassed and amused at the whole situation. At Salesforce, we're all about asking more of AI. Questions like, where's the data going? Is it secure? Are you sure?

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My sister's wedding was last weekend during a hurricane tropical storm thing. I haven't lived in my hometown for several years, so hurricane tropical storm survival skills are a little rusty. My best friend drove because I'd flown in for the event and didn't run a car. As we're about to leave, I remember that my lipstick is in the house, and in case they want to do pictures of the reception or after the ceremony, I need to be prepared. I run back in the house, grab my lipstick, run back down the driveway, and open the door to my friend's car. In the point three seconds that I stopped to open the door, my legs suddenly

felt like they were on fire. So when the door opens, I'm screaming, I'm on fire! And my best friend looks totally befuddled as there's no evidence of anything burning. Three seconds later, I realize that I've been swarmed by fire ants. Fire ants in my shoes, in my clothes, in my hair, in the car. Hundreds of them. My best friend and I are frantically trying to get these ants off of me and out of the car. I run back in the house and rinse my feet off in the bathtub. My feet are starting to swell. I throw on a pair of slip on casual shoes because my now swelling feet won't fit in the shoes that I brought to wear for the wedding. I get to the wedding 10 minutes late with the welps erupting all over my feet, legs,

and fingers. I've found an ant crawling on my arm in the church. Now, you know how you've been itching all over and you start to itch in places that shouldn't be itching like a phantom itch? Okay, so I had an itch in my crotch during the wedding and reception. Yeast infection? No, probably just a phantom itch because my entire body is itching from the 45 or so bites. Or so I thought. A couple of days later I returned home and me and my husband have sexy time. He says, are you okay? Things feel kind of weird. I made some joke about getting old, and well, during my shower I intrepidly take a very graphic selfie to investigate. Fire ant bites. Yes, they bit me there. There is no WebMD entry for how to treat fire ant bites there.

OP, you may not be a redhead, but you are now officially a firecrotch. Today I effed up and realized I wasted my whole life. I'm 42 years old and I took this safe path as a dentist. My advice to people of a similar age. I think I've wasted my whole life to be honest. My name's Joe and I've been lurking for a while. I created this account to get my story across. I have no idea what I'm planning to achieve by doing so, but I hope it can help those who

are at a crossroads and stuck between passion and safety. For the past 15 years of my life, I've been a dentist. A path that I chose after leaving a job to study further in the hopes that I'll make more money. I don't even know why I cared about money when I didn't even spend any of it. I met my wife before I started school when I was 20, when I was a risk-taker, a dreamer, and wanted to change the world. Now I'm in a place where I have chronic pain, a cheating wife, kids who don't love me, a life of staring into mouse all day, a dull brain, no more passions and hopes, and no real purpose in life. I wanted to work as a social worker on educator, but my parents

and wife thought that I could help people in other ways that pay well. They convinced me to take dentistry, and I did. I hated every minute of school, and I didn't want to be in a place where my back would ache. My neck would ache, and I wasn't solving any real cause of the problem. But just the results of what happens after people let go of their teeth. All of my friends convinced me that it would be rewarding and I would make a lot of money when I was out of school, and I let them. When I was a young man, I wanted to do so many things. I used to play music, I wanted to become a musician, I wanted to be a teacher raising

people who would change the world. I love physics and mathematics, but my parents told me to follow money instead of passions. Today I have two kids, a wife, and they all expect me to provide them with a luxurious lifestyle. I have never cared for money. The most enjoyable time in my life was when I was sleeping on a food town in a rental running a small business selling jars of jam made with strawberries from a local farm, and also working as a tutor for a bunch of spoiled kids.

I had very little, but I was happy. I feel like I should have become an educator or a business owner instead of taking a career that I hate. From the past 15 years, I developed chronic pain from doing dentistry, gained at least 20 kilos, and made a million dollars, but for what? I can't even do anything because of my chronic back pain. After becoming a dentist, I worked 9-4, 5 days a week. I would come back home exhausted, plan my next day, manage the business side of things, have dinner with my kids and wife, sleep, and repeat. I had a few weeks here and there as holidays where I would take my family away

for a vacation. My kids don't even talk to me anymore. My wife and I haven't passionately hugged for months and I'm 100% sure that she's cheating on me with a better looking man who's older than me. I've seen her phone and confirmed this, but I won't bring it up because I don't have anyone except for her in my life. She's been my only support throughout this and if she leaves, I have nothing left. My kids will probably be split and hate their dad because their mom raised them. My life feels like a joke.

I remember when I was in my 20s, I used to be popular with the girls. I had countless opportunities to go out with girls I found more attractive than my wife, but I didn't because I cared for her. In hindsight, I should have just done what I wanted to. Maybe my wife would still be attracted to me and I'd be healthier and fitter. If I had my life all over again, I wouldn't settle down so early. I would date more and find more interesting friends and I would never choose to be a dentist.

I should have stuck to my passion for business, physics, teaching, and music. Even though I would have been broke, I think I wouldn't have cared. I would wake up every day working towards a better future and work harder because I'm not handed money on a silver platter, and the list goes on. I feel that it's too late to go back to pursue my passions now. My kids have expectations, my wife has expectations, society thinks that I'm useful and important. Sorry if this is a long read, but I just had to say it. I truly have made a joke out of the one life that I was given by choosing money, stability, safety,

and other people's opinions over my real passions. To all the people stuck between money, stability, safety, and passions, just chase your passions because the safe path doesn't guarantee that you live a life that was worth living. OP, my heart really goes out to you, but come on, you're 42, you're not dead. You can still live a happy fulfilling life, but come on, you're 42, you're not dead.

You can still live a happy fulfilling life, but only if you make some changes. Change number one would be dumping your cheating wife. Change number two would be understanding that just because you have to provide for your kids doesn't mean you have to spoil them with tons of money and cars on their 16th birthday. If you're a millionaire and you've made enough money to support you and your kids for the rest of your life, then what's stopping you from starting over? Down in the comments, Casual Potato says, it's never too late to do something different. Morgan Freeman was over 40 when he got his first acting job. And to that, Opie says, yeah, but I have no transferable skills from

this career. All I feel like is a drill. I'm not sure what I can even do anymore. I'm sure Morgan Freeman was developing his skills and acting at least before getting his job. I haven't been doing anything for the past many years except running a dental practice. OP, you're the type of person who earned yourself a medical degree, runs a successful business, and became a millionaire, but all I'm hearing is whining and equiting attitude. I mean, I don't wanna trash on you too much because I can tell that you're really down, but for real, you're clearly an incredibly smart person. Like, the mere fact that you're a successful dentist

means that you're already probably in like the top 5% most intelligent people on planet Earth, I would say. So, when you say that you don't have any transferable skills, I say that's BS. When I started my YouTube channel, I didn't know the first thing about YouTube, but I just dove into it because I was passionate about it and the passion drove the learning. So it's not too late, OP, just pursue something that you're passionate about. I know that you're a smart person, so your intelligence plus your passion will almost

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