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ppfan800
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Date Posted:11/21/2018 6:30 PMCopy HTML

Hello everyone, this story will be based on the incident happened after the night we had dinner in Mrs. Pandey's home. I request you all to check the previous story for better understanding the entire story. 

Here is the link to the previous story:  Mom's cranking show from backseat


As mom worked in a night school as a head teacher, so I was the only one in the morning to go to school. We woke-up as usual and had breakfast. I dressed-up and found my mom already ready to drop me to school. She wore a pink salwar - kameez with white pajamas. She was wearing flat sandals. 

Last night, while were returning from Mrs. Pandey's home, she sent her "Sitar" - a classical indian musical instrument with us so that my mom can repair it somewhere. It was a long instrument hence it was placed over the passenger seat and I had to sit in the back seat behind my mom. My mom kept it inside the car as it was useless to bring in our house as it would be repaired in some shop in the market. 

We walked to the garage, our white 1997  Maruti 800 was parked inside it, facing the garage wall. I knew I had to take the back seat as the Sitar occupied my place. My mom unlocked the driver side door and opened the rear door for me. My and I got inside the car almost at the same time. Last night, while we were driving from Mrs. Pandey's home, my mom farted in the car like hell. So, the car was still filled with that aroma. It was very cold and windy outside, and the white leather seats were like ice, so we didn't lower the windows.

My mom adjusted her seat and made herself comfortable. I was sitting exactly behind my mom's driver seat. I got a good view from the back seat, above that our car had no headrest, as it was removed so I got a clear view of her. She leaned on the seat and checked her hair in the rear view mirror, she was tying her hair in a bun. 

She put the key in the ignition and turned it on, as usual checked the hand brake and the gear shifter. She gave around 5 - 6 pumps and twisted the key, the car cranked but no response, it was may be a 30 second cranking. She again pumped the gas, although she was pumping moderately, but I could see her bouncing in the seat. She cranked again, it was also half a minute long like the previous one. It was cold hence the car was not in a mood of starting, she told me. 

She again started to pump, the way she was pumping the gas and bouncing in the seat was awesome. Although I couldn't see her legs but the sound coming from the mechanical linkage of the gas pedal turned me on. I leaned on the back seat, butterflies were in my stomach. May be after 5 - 6 pumps, she again twisted the key but the result was again futile. I asked her if there is anything wrong, but she patiently replied and assured me that everything is alright and we will reach school in time. 

She took a small break and we started discusing on random topics, she understood that I was nervous. She thought I was nervous of getting late to school but actually I was nervous for something else :-) . She sat straight and postioned herself for cranking again, she pumped the gas again, she was bouncing in the leather seat which transmitted the vibration well to the car. She cranked again, but it didn't start. This time she decided to stop pumping and try only cranking. She turned on the headlights, it reflected in the garage wall that we were facing and then twisted the key. Each of these crankings lasted for more than a minute. The headlights were flickering with the cranking. She took another break, after probably 3 or 4 such cranking attempts, but left the headlights on. 

My mom was always gassy and she would almost always fart in the car while her daily commute. She leaned towards the right side and lifted her butt on the left side, I knew what she would do next :-).  She sat in that postion for some time and then released a huge fart, it was a long one but shorter than her cranking attempts. She started laughing and blamed it on the previous day's dinner in Mrs. Pandey's home.  This made both of us laugh. She cranked again, it was also a minute long and the car started to sputter. She sat straight and cranked again, the car neither start or sputter. This made both of us worried as if she fails to start the car in next 10 - 12 minutes, we wouldn't make school in time. 

She however decided to give some rest to the car, she turned off the headlights and the ignition too. She was playing with the key chain as I could hear the sound of the metals. She again leaned on one side like the previous time. She leaned towards the right side, so that her left butt rises up . She released another fart. Thankfully it was not stinky like the previous night. I suggested my mom that we should take a bus as the car may not start, but she was confindent enough that it would start. She decided to crank again without pumping the gas. She started cranking again, but no response from the engine to start. I knew that it wouldn't start. She was leaning on one side, resting her head on the driver side window's glass. She cranked again, it was also a long one may be a minute and a half, but still no success. She started to pump the gas. She lazily pumped the gas, from the leaning position only, so she didn't bounce on the seat. 

I had a great treat of her cranking and boucing from the back seat. She again pumped the gas, may be 10 - 12 taps on the gas, and started to crank the car. She kept on cranking, then slightly lifted her left side butt and released a huge fart. I was surprise to see her cranking and farting at the same time. It was a real long crank, so her fart stopped but not the cranking, it probably lasted to 3 minutes or more. We had a good battery, so it could withstand her cranking abuses. She was frustrated  this time, she sat straight and took some sips of water from the bottle. I asked her if we are low in fuel, but she replied that we had enough to make it to school. 

She started to pump the gas again, this time she was slightly harsh to the car, the aggression of her pumping was like never before. She bounced in the seat while pumping and also released half a dozen of farts, these were real stink bombs. I had to lower my window so that I could breathe some fresh air. She cranked again, it was another long one may be 2 minutes or more, with some occasional pumping in the middle. The car started to chug and sputter, so she didn't release the key and started to pump again. Thus, she bounced and cranked simultaneously. The car finally started, she started to rev the car gently, so that it didn't stall, but she failed to fiddle with the gas, the car stalled again. 

She took a deep breath and leaned again on the right side, she opened her hair and brought it on one side. She started to crank again, but the car didn't start. She gave another cranking, it was a long one. She combed her hair unconsiously with her fingers. She stopped and pumped the gas again, then another cranking. Still the car didn't start. She told me that one last try, then we would leave it, may be some problem with the car. 

She was still leaning on one side, lifting her left side butt; then she started to crank, it was another long cranking and like the previous one she released another share of her stinky fart. It was long one hence her cranking and farting were going on in sync, but this time it started. She fiddled with the gas and gently revved the engine. She probably revved the car for a little longer to ensure that it wouldn't stall on her again, once she found it was enough and she was good to go, only then she shifted to reverse and released the hand brake. 

We reached school almost in time, fortunately there was less traffic on that particular day. Along with me the sitar too had a good show of my mom, unfortunately it had no life. For the entire duration of the drive, I had to keep my window open as my mom kept releasing her stinky farts from time to time,which  was a distraction for me to enjoy her driving from the back seat. 

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Re:Cranking, bouncing and farting on the leather seat

Date Posted:11/22/2018 10:53 PMCopy HTML

Great story! Regarding your previ0us post I have a question after the follow up you provided: http://pedalpumping.aimoo.com/topic/list/Mrs__Pandey_s_daughter_cranks_our_hotboxed_Maruti_800-597785-4678-1


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"She (Ms.Pandey's daughter) almost floored the car. Unfortunately, those Maruti 800 cars had no RPM meter, I don't think that even the later ones too had one. May be it was 6000 - 7000 RPM, a guess BTW. Thanks " ================================================================================ ===========================


 She nearly floored at 6-7k rpm for 2-3 mnutes?!?!? Describe the pattern of revving for both the daughters did they hold constant the rpm or revved it in a variable fashion  by repeatedly pounding the (depressing and releasing) the accelerator?.. Also were they both attractive or not? /10 what would you say? 


Thank you

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Re:Cranking, bouncing and farting on the leather seat

Date Posted:12/07/2018 5:17 PMCopy HTML



 She nearly floored at 6-7k rpm for 2-3 mnutes?!?!? Describe the pattern of revving for both the daughters did they hold constant the rpm or revved it in a variable fashion  by repeatedly pounding the (depressing and releasing) the accelerator?.. Also were they both attractive or not? /10 what would you say? 


Thank you


Here is the revving pattern for these women (as far as I remember)

Mrs. Pandey - not fix, sometimes she would just hold the gas may be 3/4th or sometimes just pounding depending on the mood.

Elder daughter - a very confused girl, she would always pound on the gas, rarely keeping it constant.

Younger daughter - smart among them, she never pounded in front of me, she almost always holded gas in a constant rpm. When the engine sputters, only that time she would fiddle with the gas, otherwise she would rev at 2/3rd for 3 - 4 minutes to sufficiently warm up the engine.


Mrs. Pandey was typical Indian Aunty with fair complexion. Her both the daughters were also like her, the elder daughter was the most beautiful among them (as per my observation). 

Ratings:

Mrs. Pandey: 3/10

Elder daughter: 8/10

Younger daughter: 7/10



Thank you ! 

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Re:Cranking, bouncing and farting on the leather seat

Date Posted:12/07/2018 7:42 PMCopy HTML

Man with all due respect why do you write this kind of stuff it is so vulgar and disgusting I won’t even read it because of that and I love mother and son stories
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Re:Cranking, bouncing and farting on the leather seat

Date Posted:12/09/2018 5:25 PMCopy HTML

Man with all due respect why do you write this kind of stuff it is so vulgar and disgusting I won’t even read it because of that and I love mother and son stories


I really apologize for this Sir. Actually, my mom had that bad habit and initially I was confused whether to mention this or not. In almost every drive with my mom, it was common, so kept the thing unchanged. Next time, I shall not cross the limit. I shall mention it in a moderate way like the one I have mentioned in the previous stories. I regret that I had crossed the limit in this story. I am sorry for that. 

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Re:Cranking, bouncing and farting on the leather seat

Date Posted:12/09/2018 7:11 PMCopy HTML

Oh I appologize then I wasn’t trying to make fun of your mom I didn’t know she had that habit. I was just curious about that no you didn’t cross any line I was just curious 



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