Hot Mom of the 80’s part 2
Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2026 1:00 pm
Dating the daughter of a slave.
1987 Mikey’s perspective.
If things wasn’t hot enough before life definitely amped up after Crystal and Misty turned 18.
Things then wasn’t like they are today theirs no cell phones internet no social media no helicopter parenting with 24 hour surveillance of things that teenagers do.
Teenagers back then went out. That usually meant go driving around and hang out usually this happened at the strip mall our town had thanks to my mother in laws desire to grow what was a dying one horse town into a thriving metropolis of capitalism.
Though none of us shopped in any of the stores we just filled up the parking lot outside the Block Buster video store where Crystal worked and socialized. Which hopefully the nights would end with either finding a girl to hook up with or finding someone old enough to buy some beer or whatever alcohol beverage that’s desired then go somewhere out of reach of the police build a bond fire get shit faced drunk and pass out face down in a patch of poison oak.
Thankfully not long after these encounters Misty finally agrees to go out with me on a more official type of date.
So on a Saturday evening I got cleaned up and dressed up and drove over to her house. And truthfully sort of shocked at what transpired the minutes after I arrived.
You remember those awkward conversations with your girlfriend’s dad, because the girl is never ready to just go out. She’s busy making herself beautiful fixing her hair or makeup or trying to decide on the perfect outfit to impress you with.
And her dad would shake your hand. Usually testing you. He expects a firm handshake. There ain’t no fist bump shit. And you weakly give him a half ass hand shake and not look him in the eye you may as well flush your date down the toilet cause it ain’t happening.
You’re gonna think he’s gonna break your hand as he tests your grip strength.
After that he’s gonna lead you into the back room and show off his gun collection. You’ll be able tell he’s a good shot judging by all the deer heads mounted to the wall.
And in his own way he’s gonna give you that little talking to about how he expects you to treat his daughter.
Yeah and if you get lucky that night? You better hope she has her next period cause you got Hell to pay if she gets knocked up?
But with Misty I had a different experience.
Mrs. Jones answered the door wearing nothing more than a Winston 500 tee shirt and a pair of black full back panties.
No bra either It was hard not to just stare at how her big tits jiggled freely as she moved about. Her nipples erect poking through her top.
She leads me inside insisting that I have a beer and a smoke. I sit on the couch while she returns to the kitchen sink with a Marlboro 100 dangling from her lips as she washed dishes. She gives me the talk that dad supposed to give.
I wasn’t sure how to lake that judging by if she moved just right I could easily get a peak of part of her brand.
“ Shit!…She’s a slave? “
I said to myself with a growing boner taking a big swig of my beer.
I was mesmerized at her look as if she was carefree wanting me to look. Her long auburn hair featured then hung way down against her lower back.
With her body language it’s as if she’s saying.
“ I ain’t gonna make it no easier. I’m bent over the sink. Just take your dick out and fuck me! “
Yeah I’m basically drooling all over myself in surprise cause my mom would never do no shit like this. No she’d all ways be dressed and looking professional and whoever is dating my sister is definitely not getting a beer or a smoke nor a casual conversation. They are gonna get grilled in detail about ever aspect of the guys life.
As I sit there on the couch looking at this older woman flaunting herself with flirty talk. From down the hall I hear Misty’s bedroom door open. I hear high heels clicking against the hardwood floor approaching.
She turned the corner looking more beautiful than ever. In her hot pink blouse with matching pumps and a skin tight pair of Guess jeans between them.
Her long red hair styled to perfection similar to her mother’s.
I see her eyes dart straight to her mom. Then see her snarl her cute little pug nose, her jaws clenched. I can see anger within her as she knows exactly the game her mother is trying to play.
“ We’re gonna be out late!…So don’t wait up! “
Misty tells her in a firm voice.
“ Have a good time. “
Her mom says in a friendly voice.
I get up from the couch following her outside to my truck.
I opened the door for her just as a gentleman should. I then come around to the drivers side and get in noticing Misty’s blushing looking embarrassed.
“ I’m sorry you had to see that. “
She said quickly wiping a tear from her eye.
“ It’s okay. “
I said softly as if I understood.
No way would I question her fearing it would anger her. So we’d put it behind us moving on with our date.
We start of course with cruising through the strip mall parking lot. Of course I’m trying to impress the guys letting them see that we’re a couple.
We then go into the video store renting a few horror movies.
Misty likes that kind of shit.
We then converse with Crystal a little then move on to Taco Bell.
This is another of Misty’s favorites.
I would have preferred a more authentic Mexican restaurant but didn’t really have the funds for it.
After about an hour of somewhat romantic conversation that’s often interrupted by other friends who’s also just hanging out we move on.
Returning to my parents house luckily they are out of town so I sort of raid the liquor cabinet mixing us both a couple of drinks.
More to come soon
1987 Mikey’s perspective.
If things wasn’t hot enough before life definitely amped up after Crystal and Misty turned 18.
Things then wasn’t like they are today theirs no cell phones internet no social media no helicopter parenting with 24 hour surveillance of things that teenagers do.
Teenagers back then went out. That usually meant go driving around and hang out usually this happened at the strip mall our town had thanks to my mother in laws desire to grow what was a dying one horse town into a thriving metropolis of capitalism.
Though none of us shopped in any of the stores we just filled up the parking lot outside the Block Buster video store where Crystal worked and socialized. Which hopefully the nights would end with either finding a girl to hook up with or finding someone old enough to buy some beer or whatever alcohol beverage that’s desired then go somewhere out of reach of the police build a bond fire get shit faced drunk and pass out face down in a patch of poison oak.
Thankfully not long after these encounters Misty finally agrees to go out with me on a more official type of date.
So on a Saturday evening I got cleaned up and dressed up and drove over to her house. And truthfully sort of shocked at what transpired the minutes after I arrived.
You remember those awkward conversations with your girlfriend’s dad, because the girl is never ready to just go out. She’s busy making herself beautiful fixing her hair or makeup or trying to decide on the perfect outfit to impress you with.
And her dad would shake your hand. Usually testing you. He expects a firm handshake. There ain’t no fist bump shit. And you weakly give him a half ass hand shake and not look him in the eye you may as well flush your date down the toilet cause it ain’t happening.
You’re gonna think he’s gonna break your hand as he tests your grip strength.
After that he’s gonna lead you into the back room and show off his gun collection. You’ll be able tell he’s a good shot judging by all the deer heads mounted to the wall.
And in his own way he’s gonna give you that little talking to about how he expects you to treat his daughter.
Yeah and if you get lucky that night? You better hope she has her next period cause you got Hell to pay if she gets knocked up?
But with Misty I had a different experience.
Mrs. Jones answered the door wearing nothing more than a Winston 500 tee shirt and a pair of black full back panties.
No bra either It was hard not to just stare at how her big tits jiggled freely as she moved about. Her nipples erect poking through her top.
She leads me inside insisting that I have a beer and a smoke. I sit on the couch while she returns to the kitchen sink with a Marlboro 100 dangling from her lips as she washed dishes. She gives me the talk that dad supposed to give.
I wasn’t sure how to lake that judging by if she moved just right I could easily get a peak of part of her brand.
“ Shit!…She’s a slave? “
I said to myself with a growing boner taking a big swig of my beer.
I was mesmerized at her look as if she was carefree wanting me to look. Her long auburn hair featured then hung way down against her lower back.
With her body language it’s as if she’s saying.
“ I ain’t gonna make it no easier. I’m bent over the sink. Just take your dick out and fuck me! “
Yeah I’m basically drooling all over myself in surprise cause my mom would never do no shit like this. No she’d all ways be dressed and looking professional and whoever is dating my sister is definitely not getting a beer or a smoke nor a casual conversation. They are gonna get grilled in detail about ever aspect of the guys life.
As I sit there on the couch looking at this older woman flaunting herself with flirty talk. From down the hall I hear Misty’s bedroom door open. I hear high heels clicking against the hardwood floor approaching.
She turned the corner looking more beautiful than ever. In her hot pink blouse with matching pumps and a skin tight pair of Guess jeans between them.
Her long red hair styled to perfection similar to her mother’s.
I see her eyes dart straight to her mom. Then see her snarl her cute little pug nose, her jaws clenched. I can see anger within her as she knows exactly the game her mother is trying to play.
“ We’re gonna be out late!…So don’t wait up! “
Misty tells her in a firm voice.
“ Have a good time. “
Her mom says in a friendly voice.
I get up from the couch following her outside to my truck.
I opened the door for her just as a gentleman should. I then come around to the drivers side and get in noticing Misty’s blushing looking embarrassed.
“ I’m sorry you had to see that. “
She said quickly wiping a tear from her eye.
“ It’s okay. “
I said softly as if I understood.
No way would I question her fearing it would anger her. So we’d put it behind us moving on with our date.
We start of course with cruising through the strip mall parking lot. Of course I’m trying to impress the guys letting them see that we’re a couple.
We then go into the video store renting a few horror movies.
Misty likes that kind of shit.
We then converse with Crystal a little then move on to Taco Bell.
This is another of Misty’s favorites.
I would have preferred a more authentic Mexican restaurant but didn’t really have the funds for it.
After about an hour of somewhat romantic conversation that’s often interrupted by other friends who’s also just hanging out we move on.
Returning to my parents house luckily they are out of town so I sort of raid the liquor cabinet mixing us both a couple of drinks.
More to come soon