Miracle Cream Book Three
Thanks to WAA01, Killerarmyguy, Taco.
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Chapter One.
Wednesday afternoon, four days after the car show,
"Man, this car is going to be so sweet?!" Mike, Michael, his given name, he just preferred to go by Mike, said from the depths of the interior of Cory's 1969 Mustang R-code 429 Cobra Jet.
"I know, right!" Cory agreed as he stood out of the way, fetching tools for his friend as he worked to install the radio Mike had gotten him at a discount. Knowing two and a half more weeks were left before he could get the cast removed. He was already growing extremely bored sitting at home with only Cassy, on most days, to talk to, and most of that was her either texting or talking to his sister Zoe when she was in-between classes. His eyes ran down the hood of the car. He didn't like the flat black paint that was on it. Hoping Greg, the man they bought the car from, could paint it.
"You know," his voice grew as he eased out from under the dash, "you're so going to have all those girls drooling over you," Mike teased as he sat on the floor of the car given how the seats were still being reupholstered. Smiling up at his friend as he carefully applied the epoxy to the inside slot where the post of the radio knobs would slide onto. He didn't want to put too much on there for it to ooze out and ruin the interior of his friend's car. Also, he didn't want to put too little and have the knob come off either. He was glad they had already taken out the carpet so it wouldn't be a chore in wrangling it out with the power cord for the amp he had installed in the trunk along with a twelve-inch subwoofer and another box that held four more speakers he wired up given how the two door speakers wouldn't be enough to get a good sound in the car given the loudness of the car itself.
"Yeah," Cory mused, "
just not what you think they will be drooling over
," he quickly added to himself.
"Okay, let's let the epoxy cure then test it out," Mike stated as he went to work on wiring up the door speakers. "I got to say, man, I'm a little jealous," he admitted as he screwed the speaker down after hooking up the wires.
"Huh?"
"You know what I would do to have a Mustang?!"
"Oh? Do tell?" Cory rolled his hand for his friend to continue.
"Well..." Mike's voice trailed off; he so wasn't about to tell Cory he would be the star of a glory hole for the night just for the chance to own one. Not that he was gay, he just really, really wanted a Mustang.
"Oh, it's like that, huh?" Cory uttered with a shit-eating grin on his face as he peered down at Mike.
"Shut up," Mike grumbled, hearing a vehicle stopping in front of Cory's house. Noting how his friend was looking out the open garage door. Seeing the confusion on Cory's face, "Is there supposed to be something coming today?" he asked, gazing up at his friend. Biting his lip when Cory cursed when he smacked himself in the forehead with his cast hand.
"Yeah," his right hand rubbed his forehead, "totally forgot that the new carpet was supposed to come today," Cory answered.
Easing out of the car as he heard the front door of Cory's home closing. Mike just couldn't take his eyes off of how Celeste's -- Cory's mother -- 32D breasts bounced or how her ass moved beneath her jeans as she raced out to greet the UPS man. What he wouldn't give to have one night with her. His mind was in a state of mass drooling as Zoe came rushing out a few minutes later, her sandy blonde hair flying behind her as Celeste stood at the end of their driveway as the man handed her a rather large box before heading back into the rear of his truck. Rolling his eyes at Cory when he was lusting after those two delicious backsides. Watching how Zoe's ass bounced and moved beneath her shorts as she rocked on her feet.
"Cory, you're louver came!" Zoe shouted as she peered back at the garage.
"A what?!" Mike asked, perplexed as he glanced over at Cory.
"Goes on the back window; Greg's going to put it on since it's going to take more skill than I have to install it," Cory stated factually.
"You two seem to be getting along better these days. Did something happen?"
"Alright, I'll admit they're trying, but, well..."
"You aren't totally convinced," Mike said, finishing Cory's sentence to which Cory nodded. "You know, I know what they did was wrong on so many levels, yet you're going to college soon. Then, well, you never know where your life will take you. This might be the only time you have to put this all behind you, not saying you have to, just might want to consider it."
"You sure you want to leave this wonderful city for Alabama State?" Cory asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, have you seen the girls there?!" Mike said with a wide grin. "Just because I'll be a few states away doesn't mean our friendship is going to end. We haven't been friends since middle school for something like distance to stop us," he stated, his hand lightly bumping Cory's upper left arm. "And you know Jessica is so going to be badgering us on Skype when she gets to SoCal. With Biff going off to school in the north, I'm sure you feel like you're going to be all alone. So ain't going to happen, I won't let it," Mike stated, walking around the rear of the car to install the right door speaker.
"That wasn't as heavy as I thought it would be," Zoe said, leaning the box that held the louver against the wall of the garage that butted up against the house.
"What do you think, honey? Tomorrow we four put this new carpet in?" Celeste asked as she leaned the box that contained the new carpet against the one her daughter had just placed. Smiling at her son when Cory nodded in agreement. "So, Mike, how does the radio sound?"
"Don't know yet, haven't tested it out, Mrs. Miller," Mike answered, putting the speaker's faceplate on.
"Well then, we'll just wait; I bet it's going to sound great," Celeste said with a warm smile. She couldn't wait to sneak off with her son or husband in it. Biting the inside of her lip, daydreaming what it would be like riding her son's monster in the backseat. She could feel her pussy throbbing just at the thought of having that beast filling her up.
"So Cory, when are the seats supposed to be back?" Mike inquired, peering over his shoulder so not to ogle his friend's female relatives.
"By the end of the week or Monday, at least that's what the man said," Cory replied, noting how his mother scurried to his side when he fished out the keys for the car from his coin pocket.
"Here, let me do it, baby, no sense in aggravating your staples," Celeste said, leaning in as her left hand covered his right. "Don't worry, honey, I won't harm it."
Celeste's eyes rolled into the back of her head when she started up Cory's Mustang. Feeling the vibrations of the engine and exhaust playing along her mound so enticingly. Wishing Mike wasn't sitting beside her so she could rub her pussy against the floor to quench her horny little peach. Yet, as it was, she had to restrain herself. She so didn't want Mike running off at the mouth that she was masturbating openly. Watching how he was fettling with the knobs of the radio as he cycled through the menu as he set it up. Seeing him surging up from his spot and walking towards the rear of the car.
"Have to tweak the amp a bit," Mike stated before ducking his head into the trunk.
"You know, soon this car will be put back together, and you'll be out there terrorizing the streets," Zoe said, wrapping herself around Cory's right arm. "Don't forget about us, you hear?" she whispered, resting her chin on her brother's shoulder.
"Ah-ah!" Mike exclaimed when the subwoofer came on with a deep thump.
"The same thing could be said to you; I'm not the one going out four or five times a week with her," Cory countered, peering out the corner of his eye at her.
"What?! Cassy's hot!" Getting a 'Damn right she is!' from Mike. "You expect me not to feel that ass of hers against me when we go clubbing."
