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My father was home for the weekend but would be leaving for three weeks to travel overseas for work. Often, when he had to go away for an extended period of time he would spend a lot of time off the week before, but not this time. He took my stepmother away for the weekend-they went to the casinos (saw my stepmother leaving with him and she looked smokin!). They left her car home and took my dad's truck. I spent that time making myself an extra set of keys for my stepmothers car, then before they got home, I went through every piece of that car. The car was off to the side of our driveway-my father kept his truck in the one-car garage. When they got back Sunday the conversation at dinner turned back again to her car. Remember, this is the 1980's.
"So is my car okay?" She asked.
"It stated up for me and ran fine." my dad replied, "Don't give it so much gas when you start it." he told her.
"Are you sure? Maybe it's getting old. The man at the auto center told me to pump the gas if it didn't start right away."
My father got mad at this "No, don't listen to him you will flood your car."
She brought up the fact that on 2 occasions when her car wouldn't start that she was told to pump the gas pedal, by the man at Sears and me. ME???? Yikes! The last thing I wanted was to have the conversation turn to me!!
I looked her right in the eyes and told her "I never told you to pump the gas pedal." then I turned to my dad and said "I just took off the air filter cover to make sure it wasn't flooded."
My father replied, "I know she told me all about it, easy, nobody is saying you did. I'm glad that you were here to help. I think this guy at Sears has gotten her into some bad habits while I was away. Keep an eye on him okay?" He said to me with a smile. I had no idea what he meant, there was only one person I was interested in keeping an eye on and it wasn't the guy from Sears!
I had other plans. I was going to take the opportunity presented to me to spend the next three weeks torturing (and training) my stepmother. I was going to turn her into a world class "flooder" of engines and I knew exactly how I was going to do it.
It was Summer and I was off of school, I devoted all my time with formulating the plan, what I would do to her each day, it was going to be three weeks of fun for me, although I should have realized that most of what was going to happen was out of my control, and I was really starting down a dark path that I would not be able to turn away from for many years to come.
Monday morning came and they both left in his truck to go to the airport. The truck was a 1980'ish Grand Cherokee that was huge-my stepmother hated to drive it but my father hated the Nova, so he always took the truck to the airport and she drove it home. We had a house with a "pork chop" driveway-it was a single garage, narrow at the end but widening so you could park off to the side without blocking the garage. My stepmother would park to the side when my dad was home and in front of the garage when he was away. She rarely got the garage.
There was one time a few months later, it was around the holidays and my father was away in another state. He had to be away but not not far enough to fly, and he took his truck, leaving the garage open for her to park in, although she wasn't using it. I wanted her to use it because I wanted to film her cranking her car in the garage!
The weather was getting colder and I started pulling the coil wire each morning. She would drive me to school on those days so we would be sitting in her car a lot while she tried to start it, eventual I would get out and "make adjustments". A couple of times I let her kill the battery. I then hooked up our charger we kept in the garage and I would jump her car. I was late to school every day that week, and then on Wednesday I wasn't there until after 10:00! She was wearing jeans, boots, a sweater or sweatshirt, jacket and hat most of the time. Anyway, that was when I convinced her to use the garage. "It sure would be nice to get into a warm car." she said. I convinced her to try it by disabling her car every morning until she relented.
The next few mornings the car started right up-for the most part. My dad was away until Christmas, but then had a whole bunch of time off, like a month or something, so I knew that I would not get a show from my stepmother for a while so I wanted to make a video of her cranking in the garage. The reason I needed her in the garage is that the video camera we had sucked, and it needed to be plugged in, and it was big and everything else-think early-mid 1980's. There was nowhere to set up the camera that could capture the action except the garage. There was a workbench, the power outlet, and windows to provide natural light.I was off of school and she was still working afternoons at the department store. I set everything up in the garage on Monday while she was at work-her car was starting better and I think she liked parking in the garage, but she said she hated backing out.
On Tuesday I waited until around the time she would be getting ready for work and told her I was going out this afternoon and she asked if I needed a ride, and I told her no thanks I had it covered I was meeting a friend up the block. She always showered before work, and she was heading in and told me "Okay, be careful." Once she was in the shower I went through the door connecting the garage and the house and plugged in the camera I had set up on the work bench. I then pulled her coil wire, hit record and left the house. I walked down the street to a local pizzeria we all hang out at and had a slice of pizza and a coke and watched t.v. that was always on. I was looking at the clock. I knew by 2:45 she would be in the garage. It was 2:50. I was sitting in the pizzeria with much anticipation, wondering what the camera was picking up. I stayed there until 3:00-the time she needed to be at the Mall, to slowly start to walk back home. I got home around 3:15 and to my surprise, she was gone-but the car was still there. I checked the camera-it was still recording, I got it. I got the best movie ever, I beat off to it 1,000 times or more before the tape was destroyed. Here is how it went: Fast forward past the first fifteen minutes or so, then you see her walking around to the car, but you can't see her feet. She is wearing her short black minidress, nude pantyhose and a jacket and hat. Even though I aimed the camera from the passengers side view, I could not get much of her legs, but there was a lot of bouncing and you could see enough to see it going up and down. She gets in and turns the key to try to start the car but the engine just cranks. She pumps the gas pedal a few times and tries it again but the engine just cranks. She says something like "come on" while pumping the gas pedal a few more times, then she appears to hold it to the floor while she cranks if for an extended period.  It still wont start, she begins to start pumping it while she is cranking it, and cranks it a dozen times, bouncing and pleading with her car, holding the pedal down, trying everything. This went on for about twelve minutes until she got out and went inside. She returned from the inside about four minutes later and goes right back at it,  She begins to crank it at very long intervals now, the battery begins to drain and her leg is really moving. This went on for about seven minutes.  The battery dies and she sits there for a few minutes until you can hear a car pull up the driveway to our house. She gets out and leaves, closing the garage door, you can hear another woman saying hi to her and she says hi back, and thanks her for picking her up. That was an awesome tape, it got her cranking for about 17 minutes. I watched it thousands of times-I can get into more on the subject of the tape later, but I have to get back to the story.
Obviously I disabled her car while she was taking my dad to the airport that Monday morning-remember my dad going away for 3 weeks? Summer? I was supposed to "keep an eye" on the guy from Sears? Help my stepmother?
Well that all went out the window Monday morning while they were going to the airport and I removed the coil wire in her Nova. She got home around noon-the airport was about 1.5 hours each way. I heard her open the garage and pull my dad's truck in.
I was hanging out in my room most of the day waiting until she would leave for work. Sure enough around 2:45 she came to my room and said goodbye, I said goodbye back and she walked out the door. She was wearing a white blouse with a black jacket over it, she had her long, curly black hair up in a bun, a short black miniskirt, nude pantyhose and black high heel sandals-just like the ones you see on the main page of this message board. She had on big hoop earrings and lots of bracelets. This would seem inappropriate except for the fact that she worked at the Sears department store in the mall at the beauty section. Back in the 80's that's what they all wore.
She leaves the house and I head upstairs from my room directly into their bedroom-it is the only room with a view of the driveway, and with this being summer and the  windows open I could hear everything, but from the angle she could not see me. She gets in her car and I get very excited to see what she does to try and get it started. She puts her purse down and inserts the key, but before she cranks it she pumps the gas pedal twice and then appears to put her foot on the break as she cranks the engine for about fifteen second. She pumps the gas a few times and tries it again for about another fifteen seconds, without moving her leg at all. Still her engine just cranks. She tops and appears to say something to her car now and gives it a few more pumps and turns the key. Her engine continues to crank for about thirty seconds, in the middle of this she begins to pump the gas pedal. Still her engine just cranks. She tries it again, pumping the gas pedal much faster now, I can see her leg really bouncing and she has pulled herself up on the seat while trying to start her car but the engine is just cranking and starting to sound weak.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly gets out of the car-I had a full hard on at the time and I was standing in their bedroom window, and she started walking back into the house! Surprisingly I was not expecting this. The last time this happened she lit up a cigarette, and I thought that is what would happen today, but she got out of the car and was walking quickly up to the front door-I ran out of their bedroom and tried to go downstairs to my bedroom, but she was almost at the front door by then, and I could not run by it or she would see me, trapped, I made a b-line to the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator and pretended to look inside just as she was walking in the door.
I heard the front door slam and the sound of her heels walking towards the kitchen! I wanted to say something, my voice stammered, "Hello?""
"Hello." she said in a soft voice as she entered the kitchen. She was heading right towards me, I was extremely confused, I looked at her and nervously said, "I was just getting a snack........"
She looked at me for a moment, then away and went to the phone on our kitchen wall and picked it up and made a call. I was staring at her holding a bottle of orange juice.
She spoke into the phone. "Hello this is ***** I work in the beauty department, is Ruth ***** there?" a short pause, then she says in a soft voice, "can you tell her that I am having car trouble and that I will be a little late today please?" another short pause and she says, "I'm not sure, my stepson is here and I'm going to ask him to take a look at it." another short pause, and then, "I'll call you back, okay thank you, bye."
I had heard everything she said on the phone, I had watched her try to start her car through the window, I had planned this for weeks, and I was the one who removed her coil wire in the first place, but I still had to ask her and make her explain it to me. I still had to ask her, "What's going on?"
"I can't get my car started and I am going to be late for work" she told me, suddenly becoming emotional, she grabbed some tissues off the counter and everything got quiet while she mopped her tears, "I need you to help me, please," she said, trying to compose herself.
I put my arm around her and said, "Okay, I will, it will be okay, lets go take a look at it."
She put her hand on my arm and we walked out to her car. As we walked and talked she was starting to compose herself.
"I don't know what to do anymore, nothing is working, I tried everything."
"What did you try?" I asked her, even though I knew.
"Everything" she said, getting frustrated now, "I was holding it down, pumping it, I even tried not doing anything but nothing worked."
She got into the car and sat down while I opened her hood and pretended to examine the engine. I walked over to her door and said, "try it now"
"Should I give it gas?" she asked. "Only if that works" I replied. My plan was never to direct her verbally, but to use the engine to make her pump.
She was sitting in the seat with the door open showing a lot of leg, she pumped the gas a few times and turned the key-the engine just cranked, her foot was on the gas pedal but she wasn't giving it any gas. This went on for about fifteen seconds, then she said in a soft voice, "See?" and she tried it again for about another twenty seconds, this time she was slowly pumping the gas pedal, but the engine just cranked, slower and slower.
"Your battery sounds almost dead." I told her. "Does it always sound like that?" It was such a stupid question but I asked anyway.
"Well lately it has, since I have been having all this trouble. Do you think I need a new one?" She asked me.
"Have you ever gotten a new one?" I asked. "No, she replied, and it sounded like she was thinking about it. Maybe that's why her car was giving her so many problems. I went into the garage and got out out jump start kit-you plugged one end into the wall and hooked the other end up to the car, throw a switch, set it to high and you could charge the battery quickly.
While I was waiting I took off her air filter, she asked me what I was doing and I told her that I was trying to make sure it wasn't being flooded. She asked if it was safe to do that and I told her yes, but that she should not try it, and she told me she wouldn't, and that she knew nothing about cars.
I replaced her coil wire but now I was going to work the choke and teach her how to pump the gas pedal. I told her to try it again and she did, but I held the choke closed and the engine just cranked. I was watching the linkage-the cable that goes from the gas pedal to the throttle. When it moved that meant she was pumping the gas pedal. When she did nothing, or held the gas pedal all the way down, I would not allow the engine to start. When she pumped the gas, I opened up the choke and the engine would sound like it would start, if she stopped pumping or held it down, I just let it cranks. This went on for a long time-about twenty minuets. In that time I saw her white panties through her pantyhose-her skirt was hiking up from all the pumping, but she never saw me looking.
Soon she was getting the car to start, but it kept stalling-thanks to me, but she was pumping like a champ. She had asked me over and over again what to do, until I finally told her, "Don't listen to anyone, just do what ever gets your car started. This of course was pumping, and lots of it. I got her out of the driveway by 4:30-we had spent well over 1 1/2 hours on this first lesson and it was only Monday. It was going to be a long 3 weeks.
That night she returned home much later than usual and once again I was getting worried. She was normally home around 9:30 and it was after 10 and no sign of her. I thought about her flooding her engine in the dark parking lot, I was wondering if she would call? Sure enough around 10:15 the phone rings and it's her. "I'm getting a new battery, I'll be home soon" she said. "What happened?" I asked.
"I came out tonight after work and my car wouldn't start again" I imagined her flooding the shit out of it, she continued, "So I went back in and found my "friend" (she now called him) in the auto department and he came out and took a look at it. I told him you said that I might need a new battery and he agreed so he is putting it in now. It won't take long, bye." and we hung up.
She got home around 10:45. I should mention that when my dad worked out of the country he only could call in on the weekends, so that was not an issue...yet. She came inside and took off her shoes and sat next to me on the couch. She told me that she tried to start the car doing "what worked" and it wouldn't start. I asked her, what do you mean by trying "what worked?" and she said, "I don't want to tell you." I made her tell me, she said "okay, okay but keep this between us. I was pumping the gas pedal."
I asked her, "And that worked?"
"Not, because my battery needed to be replaced. Once we got the new battery in it started up, the man was helping me."
"How was he helping you?" I asked.
"He put the new battery in and took that air cleaner thingy off and told me to try it and to give it a lot of pumping, so I did and it started right up. Then he told me to shut it off, and I did, and her told me to try it again and pump the gas, and I did and it started right up, and sounded really good. He explained to me that as cars get older parts wear out and you need to start pumping the gas pedal more."
Wow, this guy was all over her. Of course she couldn't flood it, he had the air filter off-hard to flood a car that way, but if she tries that with the air filter on she would flood it.
That was the end of her first day of training. She went to sleep that night thinking all of her car troubles were over, but this was just day 1 of a three week pedal pumping training course and she was far from graduating, although as my first student, she was doing very well.
This is all true, every bit of it.
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 Did you ever catch her smoking and if so how did she react to it ?? What position did she normally have her foot on the gas pedal full foot , toes, middle pedal  ?? Great stories I read them all and love them . I have a story about a lady selling her sons dodge truck I filmed it and still watch it today . 
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 Wow you are lucky. I had to destroy the tape once I was getting married and trying to put everything behind me.
She stabbed at the gas pedal a lot when she was pumping it, other times her foot would be squarely on the gas pedal.
I caught her smoking soon after this story-you will not have to wait long to read about it. It's interesting how it all turned out, how it brought my step-mom and me closer together in more ways than one, but there nothing sexual between us ever.
At least as far as she knew. But if I didn't disable her car that day would I ever have found out that she smoked? Anyway, I am getting ahead of myself.
Did you post the story about when you filmed the woman in the Dodge?
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Not yet but I will
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 Did you ever catch her smoking and if so how did she react to it ?? What position did she normally have her foot on the gas pedal full foot , toes, middle pedal  ?? Great stories I read them all and love them . I have a story about a lady selling her sons dodge truck I filmed it and still watch it today . 

Well I think I'm gonna ask you to share that video with us ;)
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 Wow you are lucky. I had to destroy the tape once I was getting married and trying to put everything behind me.
She stabbed at the gas pedal a lot when she was pumping it, other times her foot would be squarely on the gas pedal.
I caught her smoking soon after this story-you will not have to wait long to read about it. It's interesting how it all turned out, how it brought my step-mom and me closer together in more ways than one, but there nothing sexual between us ever.
At least as far as she knew. But if I didn't disable her car that day would I ever have found out that she smoked? Anyway, I am getting ahead of myself.
Did you post the story about when you filmed the woman in the Dodge?

Well its a sad thing that you destroyed the tape
Do you have any other real life videos?
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 Sadly I do not. I wish I did, real life video is the best for me. I like the hidden jeep footage on this site in the guest section-there are a few excellent real life hidden camera clips in there.
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 Sadly I do not. I wish I did, real life video is the best for me. I like the hidden jeep footage on this site in the guest section-there are a few excellent real life hidden camera clips in there.

There were some excellent videos of a wife in youtube. But all of them were removed. I found the guy on internet but he is sos irregular. Actually no luck to find someone who got some real life cranking/hard revving videos.
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Apparently she didn’t know when she flooded it. Did she ever slip her right shoe off and try to start it that way? Also when she held it to the floor did the heel of her right shoe ever come off? Did she ever dip her shoes?


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