Parents, here’s another reason to keep those lovemaking noises down to a minimum: Your teen might call the cops on you.

A 15-year-old Florida girl did exactly that after she awoke to sounds of her 35-year-old mother having sex on Jan. 19, according to a police report obtained by the Smoking Gun.

No, this wasn’t some embarrassing mix-up; the girl knew exactly what her mom was up to and told police she felt disrespected by her actions.

The teen reportedly asked police to take her to a local shelter but later changed her mind.

According to the police report, the mother said “she didn’t intend to wake her daughter up.”

Getting caught in the act is surely awkward, but knowing how to approach the uncomfortable topic with children can help parents better prepare for such unfortunate incidents.

Dr. G, a clinical associate professor and HuffPost blogger, says parents should consider just telling the truth.

After her son questioned the noises coming from her bedroom, Dr. G said she sat him down and explained what he overheard.

And he took the news pretty well, replying with a simple, “Oh. I’m glad you’re OK.”

So today’s lesson, as Dr. G explains in her blog, is: “Lock the door. Be quiet. And consider telling the truth if you get ‘caught.’” (source)

At age 52 Barbara Terry has worked nearly her entire adult life slanging vulva on the streets of Hunts Point (located in the Bronx), so its with the utmost pride and sincerity that I bring you her story this evening.

“Most women don’t make it to my age out here,” the mother one daughter and three adult sons tells the New York Times. “I call myself the last of the survivors.”

Ms. Terry Baby has been arrested more than 100 times, with occasional “vacation” time at Rikers Island ranging from several days to weeks — but you can bet your bottom dollar that it never deterred her from returning to the block.

Number ten in the face, slim in the waist, fat in the ass. Do you want a taste?

The New York Times — “I’ve survived because God was with me,” Ms. Terry said. “Every Sunday, my mother and grandmother prayed for me out here.”

She has shown younger workers the ropes: how to jump in a Dumpster to hide from the police, and how to stay alive. First, never enter a car with more than one person in it, and never let someone drive you out of the area. Get your money up front — Ms. Terry charges $50 or $100 — and try to work with a buddy.

“You look for weapons, you check the back seat, and you go by your vibes,” she said. “If they look strange, you stay away.”

There have been close calls, like the time a trucker locked her in and tried to rape her.

“I never did drugs and never worked for a pimp for protection,” she said. “What protection? If I’m in someone’s car, about to die, ain’t no pimp in there helping me.”

“I never carried a blade,” said Ms. Terry, who grew up in the Red Hook Houses in Brooklyn before her family moved to North Carolina for her teenage years. “My fists were my weapons. I learned to fight growing up with nine younger brothers.”

Ms. Terry said she completed two years of college, training to be a medical lab technician, but by the time she was 21, her husband had left her and she had two children to support. All she knew about prostitutes was what she saw on “Starsky & Hutch,” but she knew about the Hunts Point action and came out on her own. She admits she became addicted to the stimulation of the street life.

“I love the excitement of coming out here and seeing all these beautiful people I know,” she said. “Even my dates are a comfort. This place has made me strong. It keeps you young.”

But she has slowed down. A year ago, she was in a bad accident and was hospitalized with a broken jaw and neck injuries. Her children, two of whom she says she put through college, beg her to get off the street.

“I’m the mother, so they can’t say anything,” she said. “When I’m ready to get off, I’ll get off.”

Big house, long hallways, got ten bathrooms he can shit all day. Roderick Walker is steady mobbin’ through the the high life rent and mortgage free by legally occupying vacant foreclosed homes, and is down to show anyone who would like to get on his level. But first, please bookmark this news story and forward it to Sheree Whitfield immediately. Thanks in advance.

“A lot of these houses are just in limbo, it’s nobody’s house,” said Walker. “The bank says it’s theirs, which they stole it too, it’s fraudulent,”

Walker said he’s helped at least 15 people so far, and most haven’t had any issues. In fact, Walker said several times police have shown up, looked at the paperwork and then left his clients alone.

“I moved here in July, and I’ve had no problems whatsoever,” said Walker, of his three-bedroom, 2 1/2-bath home on Mackenzie Court in Douglasville. It was once worth nearly $300,000. Walker paid nothing.

“That sounds a little too good to be true,” asked Channel 2 investigative reporter Jodie Fleischer.

“I hear that all the time, Jodie, all the time,” Walker responded. “I get these crazy looks on a lot of people’s faces.”

He said with his house, the owners just walked away. It hasn’t even been foreclosed on yet. He runs a Facebook page advertising his adverse possession services, with pictures of beautiful homes literally for the taking. But it isn’t without risk.

I used to hit the kitchen lights, cockroaches everywhere. Now I hit the kitchen lights, marble floors everywhere. — Young Jeezy

A lesbian couple have boldly gone where not even Queen Latifah’s strap-on has gone before by holding a Star Trek-themed civil partnership ceremony. For their big day Anita Bayliss and Margaret Wood (who are not Siamese sisters, thanks) from Swansea, Wales, wore white Trekkie style outfits, which they had shipped from Hong Kong.

Meanwhile, their audience featured Klingons, Vulcans and other alien races. The pair’s mutual appreciation of all things Star Trek is how they first met after meeting on an online fan forum.

May the force be with them. Oh wait, that quote is from Star Wars. Good luck, bros!

With this hair laid like sod on a football field Jermaine Jackson visited London television program Loose Women (not be confused as Britain’s version of Basketball Wives) last week to promote his new book “You Are Not Alone: Michael, Through a Brother’s Eyes.” Get money?

Just don’t ask him any dumb shit.

Don Cornelius was in rare form on Monday while posing for the cameras at Chicago’s 40th Anniversary Soul Train Concert — awake. Luxuriate in your own juices and enjoy the gallery featured below.

TODAY’S PHRASE THAT PAYS: “THEY BE MAKING IT SNOW, NOT RAIN.”

Armed with a flip-cam, one of your many distant southern relatives flagged down Atlanta’s sexiest historical landmark, a 70 year-old stripper who goes by the alias “Spyda,” as she made her way across a parking lot last week. The chance encounter ended with her dropping it low to perform her own rain dance. Who says there is a drought out in the streets?

Shame on Straight From The A for bringing this into my world! I’m pushing ATLien out of Gucci Mane’s proverbial moving car for this one.

Your cooperation in forwarding this post to Bobby Valentino would be much appreciated. Now this is how you rock a plunging neckline on a red carpet the proper way! Under normal circumstances I would hit a *Tyler Perry curtsy* right now but I am afraid of being stoned to death after his appearance on Oprah last week.

But I digress.

I love both of my parents dearly but I would have loved to trade them in for a week or so for Nickolas Ashford and Valerie Simpson during my high school years. The first order of business would be  a parent teacher conference with all my instructors so I could sit back and watch them squirm around in their seats.

I am quite confident that at some point during the conference Nick would  have to run his hands through his hair in  order to cool down his frustration over being  mistaken for a cafeteria worker and leave traces of Pink Oil Moisturizer on everything he touched thereafter.

Now, before you people give ReRe the Body shit for performing on stage with her purse pocketbook in tow allow me remind you of Trina’s stolen cell phone ordeal. Whatever racy bathroom pictures that Aretha has stored on her phone (and you know she does) are reserved for Catfish Wilkerson’s eyes only! That man would blow a gasket if the world saw the mud hole where he buries himself in at night.

Besides, you can’t trust people at these events as far as you can smell them, so unless Mario and his nostrils are taking a break from sending direct messages to that reduced calorie Amber Rose let Aretha do her.

Luenelle, Norwood Young, Vivica A. Fox, Janice Combs, and a bevy of other natural beauties filled a Los Angeles private residence on Monday night for a surprise birthday party for Patti LaBelle. In a perfect world Mo’Nique would have showed up (mistaking the party for her talk show green room)  to lead a hour long prayer before dinner was served but you can’t always get what you want.