OH NO, Mom's Mustang II gets dented
[How young lovers creased a pony]
Dateline - Hot summer of 1978.
The Place - A railroad right-of-way, only a short mile from my girlfriend, Vickie's house.
The Involved Couple - Rick {small-town white-boy} and his girlfriend of less than one year, Vickie {both inexperienced 17 year-olds, she a Japanese American}
The Victim of Embarrassment - Rick's mom's 1978 white and red interior Mustang II
Our Story - Rick would pick up Vickie at her house, say hello to her parents and be off to have dinner out. Then pop into a People's Pharmacy to steal a three-pack of lambskin condoms. {no video cameras in the day}. Then headed back to the railroad tracks and waited for it to go dark. Most summer nights were spent in the rear white-colored seats fucking our young brains out until it was time to drive Miss Vickie back to her house and hope her parents were asleep. {They usually were.}
The Problem! - That one summer night, it was your typical hazy, hot, and humid evening with not much cooling off after sundown. I somehow convinced Vickie that it would be more relaxed for us to abandon the inside of the car and opt for the hood of mom's car instead to fuck on. Since the engine was off, given time to cool down the metal hood. I thought that it was a perfect place for sex as it was cooled to the touch of Vickie's sweet ass cheeks. I drove my hard young prick deep into her stroke by stroke until I filled my condom with my boy seed, and her pussy shivered on my dick, convulsing in her own orgasm. After we clean up some, get dressed, and drop her off at her house, I head back to my home and go to bed smiling. Early the next morning, my mom is yelling at me about something about her fuckin' car. I have no idea what it is!
The Smack-Down - My mom is out in the driveway where her Mustang is parked, pointing at the hood. There is a small crease in the high seam that runs down the middle of the white car hood. "WHAT Happened to MY Mustang?!?" was all I heard! I lied, made up some bull-shit to shut her up. She made up some story about a tree branch doing damage to her "expensive" car. Why tell her? "At least when we fuck, we used protection!"
Dateline - Hot summer of 1978.
The Place - A railroad right-of-way, only a short mile from my girlfriend, Vickie's house.
The Involved Couple - Rick {small-town white-boy} and his girlfriend of less than one year, Vickie {both inexperienced 17 year-olds, she a Japanese American}
The Victim of Embarrassment - Rick's mom's 1978 white and red interior Mustang II
Our Story - Rick would pick up Vickie at her house, say hello to her parents and be off to have dinner out. Then pop into a People's Pharmacy to steal a three-pack of lambskin condoms. {no video cameras in the day}. Then headed back to the railroad tracks and waited for it to go dark. Most summer nights were spent in the rear white-colored seats fucking our young brains out until it was time to drive Miss Vickie back to her house and hope her parents were asleep. {They usually were.}
The Problem! - That one summer night, it was your typical hazy, hot, and humid evening with not much cooling off after sundown. I somehow convinced Vickie that it would be more relaxed for us to abandon the inside of the car and opt for the hood of mom's car instead to fuck on. Since the engine was off, given time to cool down the metal hood. I thought that it was a perfect place for sex as it was cooled to the touch of Vickie's sweet ass cheeks. I drove my hard young prick deep into her stroke by stroke until I filled my condom with my boy seed, and her pussy shivered on my dick, convulsing in her own orgasm. After we clean up some, get dressed, and drop her off at her house, I head back to my home and go to bed smiling. Early the next morning, my mom is yelling at me about something about her fuckin' car. I have no idea what it is!
The Smack-Down - My mom is out in the driveway where her Mustang is parked, pointing at the hood. There is a small crease in the high seam that runs down the middle of the white car hood. "WHAT Happened to MY Mustang?!?" was all I heard! I lied, made up some bull-shit to shut her up. She made up some story about a tree branch doing damage to her "expensive" car. Why tell her? "At least when we fuck, we used protection!"
Comments
Post a Comment