Rendezvous
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 28
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 28 - Oh Well. Shit happens.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Consensual Drunk/Drugged Heterosexual School Western Science Fiction Aliens Time Travel non-anthro First Oral Sex
Chuck
Mom signed me up for the full course; Defensive, Bodyguard, Embassy and Racing. The racing included five laps at full throttle in one of several BMW mid-engined M1 Procar race cars the school had for lease to wealthy Saturday racers.
She took a test drive with an instructor ... she failed.
“Ma’am, in the words of Ralph Nader, you are unsafe at any speed. You don’t watch the road, your situational awareness stinks. You ride the clutch, pay no attention to your mirrors, over-rev the engine ... You really need the class.”
He took over and ran the course so she could see the difference. She signed up.
The school cars were tricked out BMW M 535i four door cars of various years. Fast enough but nowhere near the WOW! of the M1.
The first day behind the wheel, I had no idea what to do.
“You’ve never driven.” Not a question ... a simple statement of fact.
“Nope.”
“Good! I don’t have to break you of your mothers bad habits. Adjust the seat to fit. You’re what? Six two?”
“I guess. The last time I was measured I was Six one. I’ve grown since.”
So ... I learned.
Don’t ride the clutch,
Don’t clench the wheel,
Don’t fiddle with the radio,
Don’t engage the passengers in idle conversation.
Do be comfortable in your skin,
Do constantly watch your mirrors,
Do look ahead.
I learned the passengers are in my care.
I learned to drive in water, dry pavement, sand, mud.
Skids, off-camber corners, blind hills, hidden access, power turns ... change a flat ... high-speed reverse, police turns, feather a corner, how to get out of a submerged car.
Shake a tail, tail another car, wash a car, clean the interior, perform simple mechanics ... change the oil, filter, spark plugs, add windshield washer fluid, charge a battery, tune a radio, clean seat belts.
Driving was serious. A car was as much a weapon as a loaded gun.
Mother was NOT in my classes.
Mother was having a very difficult time.
Mother was one of the Crazy Drivers.
Mother was invited to stay an extra week.
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