The Rambler part 1 - Sex Stories

The Rambler part 1

... people the same age were in a small town like ours. On the phone, Mom invited herself to see the movie too, and then hung up. I was left standing looking at the wall phone as Mom walked into the living room to inform Dad that Tim's Mom wanted company to see a movie so she was going to join her and they would use our car so Tim and I could use his. She turned back to me as Dad nodded his consent and told me to hurry so she wouldn't be late for the show. In the car, Mom confided that she didn't really care about the movie. She was only going so I Tim and I could use our car and she would go with Tim's Mom, Millie. I think that was the first time I realized that my mom was actually kind of cool. Cooler than Tim's mom anyway. It turned out that Millie didn't want to go to the movie that was on in town after she heard about the double feature playing at the drive-in in Middleton where Tim and I wanted to go. Tim ran out to meet Mom and I to explain this. His mom wouldn't relinquish the car, insisting that we take her and my mom to the drive-in, at least for the first movie which she wanted to see and then she'd turn over the car. As an added incentive, she offered to buy gas for the next two weeks and let him have the car both nights the following weekend. Tim implored me to agree. What could I do? So we drove to the edge of town and dropped the car off in the empty, outside mall parking lot, the only one in town, and headed for Middleton in the Ramber with the two moms in the ...

... back seat. Just before town, I pulled over. "What's wrong?" Mom asked, leaning forward, concern in her voice. "Are we out of gas?" "No." "Then what's wrong?" Tim looked as confused as our moms. "We can't go into the drive-in like this." "Like what?" Tim piped in. "With us sitting in front and two girls sitting in back," I said impatiently, exasperated with his lack of insight. "We'll look like real dorks." "It's better than driving in with our moms," Tim retorted "No one will notice if they keep their faces turned away. We'll be through the gate and in the dark before any sees." "Thanks a lot," Millie spoke up. She turned to Mom, laughing, "God forbid they should be seen with two old dinosaurs." "Millie," Mom said. "You remember what it was like to be a teenager. Let's just switch seats until we get inside." Without waiting for a response from Tim's mom, Mom pushed on the seat behind me. "Let me out." Mom walked around and waited for Tim to crawl into the back to sit next to his Mom, who scooted over behind me. As we drove on, Mom took some money out of her purse and handed it to me. "Here, I'll treat so you can pay quickly." I took the money and tried to make my appreciation for Mom's understanding obvious in my voice. "Thanks Mom." She didn't say anything but reached over to affectionately pat my leg a couple of times. At the gate, Mom turned to talk to Millie, not once facing the girl in the ticket booth. We were through in record time and I steered the car close to the far ...