Hello Circus, Netgems here again.
When I was 19 and renting a house with 2 of my buddies, I was going to college and working part time. I had an ex girlfriend from high school, Betsy, one of my first bangs ever, maybe my third, move in with us. We were just friends then and she had her own room, wasn't doing any of us, paying her rent.
Her parents, who I knew from high school days, did not approve of this arrangement in 1973 and got her an apartment, furnished it and agreed to cover her rent. Mom came over to get her and her things, Betsy being ditzy wasn't there. Me and her mother, a stunning 40 year old, sexier than her daughter, gathered her few things, loaded it up in her station wagon and brought them to her new abode.
I knew the mom from high school, and I knew her relationship with her husband was bad, sleeping in separate rooms, some couples did that back in those days sometimes as divorce was still looked down upon in some circles.
We had to carry boxes of her items up a flight of stairs, and after 3 or 4 trips we were done. To my surprise, Betsy's mom was sitting on the bed rubbing her shoulder complaining about having pulled a muscle. she asked me to massage it. I was quite the lady's man at the time for girls 17 thru 19 but was absolutely terrified of her. This lady knows MY mother...what if Betsy showed up ?? What if her dad showed up ??? What if they both showed up ????
I didn't even sit on the bed, gave her shoulder a quick few squeezes, almost as bad a massage as a lot of CR putas deliver. She moaned it felt good (it couldn't have) and she removed her top and bra, had magnificent breasts for 40 and looked better and sexier than her daughter, she played tons of tennis and was a magnificent specimen. She laid down and told me to really give it a good massage. At that moment I was hooked and went for it, she informed me she had the only key.
It was truly a mind boggling experience and my first encounter with 69, bj, and cunnilingus. Sex for me at that time with girls my age was basically ripping their clothes off, squeezing their titz and straight pounding, done in 10 minutes. In the 70's, that's what they liked, that's what guys my age liked, nothing more.
Fast forward a day or so later, Betsy called me and wanted to borrow my vacuum cleaner. I brought it over and she used it, and I was carrying it out the door, headed home. Her dad showed up, he didn't care for me from wild olden high school days, and accused me of taking "his" vacuum cleaner, and blocked the door. We got into a little tussle, pushing and shoving, grappling the vacuum cleaner.
He got angry and blurted out something about me f*cking Betsy. I was a hothead punk in those days, so I blurted out that I f*cked Betsy "AND YOUR WIFE !!!" I got past him (with the vacuum cleaner), flew down the stairs and out into the street with him in hot pursuit, me still carrying the vacuum cleaner, it had to be a hilarious site. Even though my car was there, I couldn't stop for it with him on my tail. Youth and vigor finally took over and I sprinted home, about 4 or 5 blocks away, still carrying the vacuum cleaner. He couldn't pursue more than a block and didn't know where I lived.
When I showed up gasping and panting with the vacuum, my room mates wondered what the hell was going on. I had already told them of the mother encounter which they didn't believe. I told them what happened and they almost pissed their pants they were laughing so hard, they now believed it. A couple hours later Betsy called and chewed my ass, she had figured it out that it happened on moving day, she told me she hated me and never wanted to see me again. I never heard from, nor saw her or either of her parents again.
For a few days I was terrified my mother would get wind of this, these parents all knew each other 4 or 5 years from my high school days and traveled in the same circles, in fact my mom and Betsy's mom were once closer friends when we were in high school. They had each others phone numbers.
My mom never found out and for many years I thanked G*d she didn't...
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