My Dad Caught Us Having Sex In His Car

My name is Philip and I live in Lagos. This thing happened to me while I was an undergraduate many years ago.

There was this girl called Gloria that I really admired. We lived in the same compound and she was very beautiful and 19 years old at the time. I told her that I had a crush on her and she agreed to be my girlfriend.

We had dated for three weeks without making love and I decided that I had to do it with her on this particular night.

I could not take her into the house to sleep with her because my parents had seriously warned me that I should concentrate on my studies and not bring girls into the house to have sex with them.


My parents were born again and they didn’t tolerate any nonsense or promiscuous way of life from any of their children. And to make matters worse for me, I didn’t have any money to take her to a hotel.

A hotel would have been the ideal place to go to have fun for a short time. But since I could not afford it, I came up with the idea of doing it in the car.

It was seven-thirty in the night and quite dark, so I figured that no one would see us inside the car in the dark. So I confidently told Gloria to wait for me while I go in and bring the cars to my father’s car.
I went straight into the house and took my father’s car keys from his room. Then I quickly left the house and found Gloria waiting anxiously for me outside.

I took her hand and we headed for the parking lot. I opened my father’s Mercedes Benz Car and we both got inside covered by the darkness. We sat at the back seat of the car and started kissing and romancing.

In no time I had undressed her and asked her to lie across the seat. We started making love in the car and Gloria was moaning loudly.

We were both carried away in love making when I suddenly heard someone shouting and banging on the door of the right side of the car and ordering me to open the door immediately.

I looked up and saw my father’s angry face through the glass. For some seconds I was paralyzed by fear and couldn’t move.

When I recovered my senses, I opened the door on the other side (left side) of the car instead of opening the door from the right side where my father was standing.

I and my girlfriend ran out of the car from the left side and I didn’t sleep at home that night out of fear of my father’s wrath.

I ran to our pastor’s house that night. It took the intervention of our pastor to make my father forgive me and accept me back into his house three days later.

I don’t know how my father knew that we were in the car. I suspect that a neighbor saw us and reported to my father. The embarrassment was so much for us that Gloria’s parents had to move out of the compound a month later.